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Above the dome, spiderweb-like cracks spread, and a few beams of light suddenly pierce through like sharp swords.

After sparks burst forth, a brick from the ceiling suddenly falls, raising a cloud of dust, and a figure descends, their robe faintly showing cracks. The instant they land, the temperature and intensity of the flames in the room suddenly rise by a significant level.

Su Rin lands and stares at "Su Rin" for a second, then looks towards Su Ming'an.

"The tentacles creature east by south 35° has been slain by me. The era it guards is 'pseudo-modern'," Su Rin says.

Among countless fixed destinies, there are four exceptions—Noel, Su Rin, Lv Shu, Yuanyuan. Among them, the easiest to cross the world's edge for rescue is Su Rin.

Su Ming'an nods to him: "You came just in time, thank you."

The "Su Rin" beside him is silent for a moment, suddenly looking at Su Ming'an: "Is he 'me'?"

"Mm." Su Ming'an responds.

"Is he I?"

"Mm." Su Ming'an nods.

"Su Rin" receives the answer, and he gazes at the stronger, more fearless, and confident Su Rin. There seems to be nothing in his golden eyes, no jealousy, no regret, and no wind.

"Should we kill Su Wensheng?" Su Rin turns to ask Su Ming'an. Regarding "Su Rin," Su Rin expresses no opinion, as if he doesn't even consider the replica to exist.

He knows how these replicas are made—those implanted with appearance, voice, temperament, memory, and emotions. They might have once had their own independent family backgrounds and personalities, and their own names. But after becoming replicas, all that remains is their implanted identity, and the character deeply imprinted in their bones. If asked to freely be themselves, it is extremely difficult, for all the foundations of the past have been erased.

The past becomes a void of emptiness, the present turns into a fixed character setting, the future still firmly guided by some will... a lifetime can be anticipated in a glance. All hobbies, social relations, family background are all shaped.

But Su Rin has no thoughts about this; during soul transfers in Pulaya, the methods are nearly the same, although he does inquire if it's voluntary.

"Su Wensheng, you have no backup plan?" Su Ming'an looks at Su Wensheng.

The long sword pierced through Su Wensheng's abdomen, his hands resting on the sword's edge, his skin roasted to a blackened color, unable to escape the blade deeply pinned into the wall.

He coughs up a mouthful of blood, his eyes smiling while bent: "…Yes, the backup plan is everything within the Mechanical City."

"If you don't leave, everything in this Mechanical City will start to attack you. On your way here, you must have seen numerous terrifying mechanics, those flying in the sky, those walking on the ground... wherever you go, they won't spare you..."

"Even if you burn the central control room, there are central control rooms on the remaining 9999 world lines. Unless you can kill the tentacles creature at the edge of another 9999 worlds and enter Nine Serenities on all 9999 world lines, burning each central control room—can you make it in time? Su Ming'an, just getting here took you a whole ten days. You lost Alice, lost Hei Que, lost Yang Qi, those comrades... and you have to repeat the current steps 9999 times, how much time do you still have... how many comrades can you still sacrifice?"

"——If there's a progress bar for 'killing destiny', you've only completed one ten thousandth, only to 0.01%..."

His voice is ragged with blood between breaths, yet even so, he continues to vehemently advise Su Ming'an, disregarding life.

Su Ming'an also thinks about this problem.

Indeed, he's reached the end; he's witnessed the truth of ten thousand world lines, subdued Su Wensheng, he's almost victorious—and then?

Even if he gives his all, he can only affect one world line, there isn't enough time to change the other 9999.

If the world were divided into a few, or tens of lines, a bit more effort could perhaps achieve it. But the enormous number of 10000 directly eliminates the possibility of "effort will achieve," he cannot repeat his steps 9999 times.

——So the deity said from the start.

[Destiny cannot be shattered.]

…

The deity's arrangement is clever; the deity didn't throw Noel into the 'pseudo-modern' era but rather into the distant Witch Age. Even though Noel noticed something amiss early in the instance, due to the low fusion level of the eras, Noel couldn't pass much information.

It's hard to cook without rice, no matter how smart Noel is, he can't bring forth everything from nothing. At first, he wasn't aware of the truth but simply sensed the "stubbornness of destiny," so he made some very out-of-the-ordinary moves.

For example, he raised many dogs during the Witch Age.

Noel doesn't like dogs, but he wanted to try doing things he would never do, opposing the instance's keyword "destiny." So he raised dogs, ate foods he didn't like, did sports he disliked. Just like Chao Yan said, "Su Ming'an, you can try things you would never do," only such actions can transcend destiny.

Even if the fusion level was low at the start of the instance, with enough occurrences, some actions reflected in other eras, becoming strange "anomalies."

In pseudo-modern, a Samoyed with a sweet potato appears in the false Noel's meeting room.

Normally, there would be no dogs around Noel's side, nor anything but cake as a staple, but this one appears regardless.

…

[At this moment, Noel feels a slight movement by his feet. He looks down to see a pure white Samoyed.]

[Noel rubs his eyes: "I did sense something unusual about this world, 'you' are not 'us', but a Samoyed with a sweet potato, this is too bizarre..."]

[He cuts his arm with a knife, feeling the pain, frowning:]

["It's not an illusion, strange."]

…

Unfortunately, even if Noel is smart enough, his wisdom needs foundation; he can't predict everything in advance.

As a result, Su Ming'an still walks into the central control room.

As a result, everything is unobstructed at this moment.

As a result, destiny still leads to this point of convergence.

He recalls hearing a madman's shout at the mental consultation center in Dao Ya City:

…

["Hehehe, I saw it! I saw it! You're all blind, you're all deaf! Only I am the most clear-minded, only I heard it! This world doesn't exist at all! Not one among ten thousand worlds exists! Yeah, ha, it doesn't exist! I'm not crazy!" The patient staggered clumsily, laughter mixed with a touch of despair.]

…

——Actually, even back then, mental patients had already shouted "ten thousand worlds." The madman was the clearest one. However, no one paid attention to the words of a mental patient until Su Ming'an walked a long journey and only then did he realize that everything had been a sign long ago.

...

["I also said earlier, I am not clear about the reason for our existence," the Spirit said. "Sometimes I also wonder, would what I see with my naked eyes be real? Would what I hear with my ears be real? Or are we simply two parallel lines that never intersect?"]

["Parallel lines?" Su Ming'an faintly caught onto something.]

...

Even back then, the words of the Spirit also mentioned this concept.

But it was already too late.

The light in the dark and the darkness in the light had yet to show their full picture.

When Su Ming'an first stepped into this world, he could not have imagined there would be so many twists and turns.

His eyebrows were slightly lowered. At this moment, he was like that day standing under the vast starry sky, feeling the immense and boundless universe, while the human body seemed too insignificant.

"...Then let it be fusion," Su Rin suddenly said.

His voice was as decisive as a knife.

The Tower can deepen the degree of fusion, as long as all 10,000 worldlines are merged together, then there is no need to repeat it 10,000 times; this is an obvious solution.

"Su Ming'an, finish opening the Tower, then ask the Exotic Species King how to accelerate the fusion. Once the 10,000 worldlines are fused, solve it all at once," Su Rin said.

Su Wensheng listened and seemed unsurprised: "Fusion? As expected of God's idea, I knew you would think this way—because there are too many worldlines, it's impossible to solve them one by one, so you merge all the worldlines together, which is truly a simple and crude solution. But have you thought about what the word 'fusion' means?"

"What does it mean?" Su Rin said flatly.

Su Wensheng placed his hand on the Flame Longsword, letting the fierce fire burn through his palm, pulling his body forward little by little until he landed.

Blood fell along his pupils, and the face that belonged to a high school student looked extremely desolate at this moment:

"... Fusion means that in the end, there will only be one surviving worldline, while the other 9,999 worldlines will cease to exist."

"If the final outcome is 'Su Wensheng drowns in the lake,' then the other 9,999 Su Wenshengs who are still alive… will not exist."

"Alice is the past life of Chao Yan. If only one of the 10,000 worldlines remains, then they will also only leave one, it's impossible for a situation of simultaneous survival to occur. Similarly, any pseudo Su Rin, pseudo Noel… will also dissipate. This is the cruelty of 'fusion'—do you understand?"

"The 10,000 worldlines were originally 'disassembled,' and when they are fused again, although in the end, there will be the most complete world, the timeline will finally be fixed in the present world, but... all eras will instantly become history at that moment, and all the past people will be reduced to cold words recorded in history books—such a scene of 'all eras alive at the same time'... will no longer exist."

"You will never see Blackberry again, he will become [In the Witch Age 328, Kennit the Great waged war across countries, later died in a certain year] this line of cold historical text, you can only find his memorial tombstone or his ruin that has grown weeds for more than seven hundred years, you won't be able to see everything from that era again."

"The flowers he just planted will wither instantly, the letter he just began writing will become the [Kennit the Great's handwritten letter] preserved for over seven hundred years in a museum exhibition cabinet, the banana sculpture he made for you will immediately become rusted and covered in over seven hundred years of dust... this is the decisiveness of 'fusion'."

"His death became a foregone conclusion at the moment of fusion, and his life became a heavy history at that moment."

"The living suddenly became history, the heroes suddenly became weed-grown tombstones—their fate really became like history books, never to change again."

"...Would you be willing to suddenly become a line of cold text?"

After Su Wensheng finished speaking, the room was very quiet.

Su Ming'an was silent for a long time, without speaking. The monitoring screen reflected fragmented light, he repeatedly rubbed the ring on his right hand.

"... It has nothing to do with me." But it was Su Rin who spoke first: "Without other interfering factors, this is the safest method."

Su Ming'an was also pondering.

This seems like the only solution, but the doubt lies in the Exotic Species King's stance. If the Exotic Species King causes trouble, the fusion won't succeed. Plus it's also a compromise ending, just slightly better than destroying the world.

...Wait a minute.

He suddenly realized something, a gleam of inspiration flashed:

"The Deity said to destroy the world… does it mean they want to fuse the 10,000 worldlines?"

——Wouldn't this be equivalent to destroying the world in a sense?

Destroying 9,999 worlds and only achieving the remaining 1 world. For the players living in the other 9,999 worlds, their worlds essentially disappear. For them, it would essentially be the same as destruction.

Su Wensheng smiled.

He stumbled forward, a large amount of blood poured from his abdomen, dyeing his long pants red, leaving a trail on the icy white floor.

"Su Ming'an." Su Wensheng approached Su Ming'an.

The "Su Rin" beside him wanted to stop him, but Su Ming'an shook his head. It was clear Su Wensheng had something to say, and acting now would provoke him.

A blood-soaked hand grabbed Su Ming'an's bowtie, gripping it tightly, pulling forward, bringing Su Ming'an's upper body closer. Su Ming'an's expression remained unchanged, his face calm as he was dragged in front of Su Wensheng.

He could almost smell the scent of roasting skin on Su Wensheng, with terrifying wounds, especially the severe penetration wound in the abdomen, with the organs vaguely visible.

Come to think of it, Su Wensheng had obviously been waiting here for a long time, and the entire control room was his domain, yet he was severely injured to this extent. Clearly, when Su Rin stabbed that sword, Su Wensheng had ample time to defend, but he didn't even raise his shield.

…Why.

...

[...I always felt this world was very strange.]

...

"Yes, you finally understand..." Su Wensheng's hand back throbbed with veins, exerting great force.

"You finally understand, Su Ming'an. The Deity just wants to fuse all the worldlines. Silently and quietly... 9,999 eras will disappear, with people dying in silence, like frogs boiled in warm water, in the drunken and lustful society of entertainment, no one will realize that disaster is at hand."