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The girl laughed, her legs dangling over the eaves, the light and shadow from the fireworks dancing like lively little birds.

"Alright." She rolled down her long sleeves, covering the burn scars.

"If something really goes wrong, let my reincarnation of reincarnations of reincarnations... the nth power of reincarnation, come to solve the problem. Old God—I will come to save you."

"Judgment Angel is the Protector of the Old God from beginning to end."

...

A crimson glow lit up.

In the haze, Su Ming'an felt someone pull him, making him fall.

He heard her familiar voice.

Black strands of hair intertwined, carrying a scent of lemon.

"Su Ming'an—wake up!"

"You saved so many people—you saved so many eras—you saved so many worlds—wake up! You created so many miracles—"

"Wake up, Su Ming'an—"

Gradually, he could no longer hear her.

He could only see a pair of emerald green eyes, beautiful. She once crossed so many cycles to save him, and it was she who repeatedly led him away from danger. But this time, it was impossible. At most, she could take him away from Shadow, the situation was irreversible.

He wanted to do something but seemed to fall into layers upon layers of dreams, unable to control himself.

In fact, he left a backup plan.

He planted a bomb on himself and communicated with Noel. However, Shadow anticipated this. The bomb wouldn't respond, and Noel hadn't come.

A God is almost impossible to kill unless by self-slaughter, but Shadow would not allow him to do so.

The wind lifted their clothes, snowflakes trembled and landed on his eyelashes. In her warm embrace, he suddenly felt exhausted.

...His enemy was a High-dimensional.

High-dimensional... Ah.

Its Observation was pervasive, and It could see clearly the beginning of the Causal Line. And when he stepped into this world, so many people desperately helped him, an entire civilization boarded the Ark, including people from a thousand years ago who meticulously planned, but yet...

It was still difficult.

He was no longer alone, the situation in the Ruined World where everyone was against him hadn't reoccurred, nearly everyone was pushing him forward, yet...

His enemy towered over civilization.

Chao Yan couldn't even kill him. She couldn't kill a God.

"Do you remember... our first meeting by the sea? Do you remember... what Alice loved the most?" Chao Yan's voice trembled.

In the falling expanse of the sky, the endless threads pursued relentlessly, he saw behind her, threads twisting like pythons. And they fell together, trying to escape those inescapable things, like butterflies escaping a web.

Shadow still stood in a high place, gazing at Su Ming'an. It hovered in the Star Sea, unable to leave, but as long as It seized Su Ming'an, the resurrected Old God, everything would be accomplished.

And the girl near at hand repeated her trembling words, her tears falling on his cheeks, trying to make him remember who he was:

"Our first meeting... was in a village by the sea. Because Alice once said she loved the sea, so I thought... since in her life she never set foot by the sea with you, I'd meet you in a village by the shore..."

"I wanted to fulfill her regret, she was someone from hundreds of years ago, her death was actually predestined. But our current fate is yet undecided, I wanted to see the sea with you, so I came..."

"Remember who you are, alright? Su Ming'an, you created so many miracles..."

"The night you took me to see the stars, that was... the happiest time of my life. No one ever treated me like that... I was always alone."

She held him even tighter.

"We walked step by step to this point, we cannot stop here. A thousand years of prayers, generations of accumulation by billions of people... it cannot end here..."

"Su Ming'an..."

The snow drifted beside them. The silence of the night turned into a silent song.

She embraced her hope, as the Old God was resurrected, memories brought by the unsealing of the Life Hard Drive flooded into her mind, the emerald in her eyes gradually turned bright and transparent, as if for a moment—she overlapped with the young girl who accompanied the Old God a thousand years ago. With sincere hope, the girl tightly embraced the resurrected Old God, not wanting their efforts to fall short here.

"..."

And he did not respond.

If the human will could truly surpass everything, if all the schemes in the world could be pierced with just ideals, then the gap between humans and God would not exist. If this were an idealistic world, perhaps he could really be awakened. But this was reality. Even with fervor, he couldn't achieve it.

The blue-green pollution spread to her body.

She suddenly felt a burning pain.

The Flames extinguished under the cold gaze of the High-dimensional, the long wind seemed to originate from the end of the starry sky. Scales covered the side of the youth's face, and a hint of scarlet flickered in his eyes.

A red serpent rippled in his pupils, that divine light was gradually fading. Making her feel as if the entire world was dimming along with this light.

The embrace became filled with pain, the skin sounded with sizzling corrosion, she trembled all over in pain.

Then his lips moved slightly.

...He whispered apologies several times in her ear.

Sorry, I couldn't change your deep-rooted fate.

Sorry, I couldn't fulfill your thousand-year-long prayers.

Sorry, it was my lack of Acuity, I never realized... that this path had no end, being blocked at every turn.

Sorry. Chao Yan.

Sorry... for not giving you a new candy.

In the distant sky, it was as if a long cry echoed, like wild geese migrating, or seagulls crossing the sea. It seemed that something very distant resurrected between them, the Old God and His Judgment Angel, spanning thousands of years and forty-seven reincarnations, finally embracing each other at this moment.

But in the next second, Chao Yan withdrew a long sword and pierced through Su Ming'an's heart. She bit her lip tightly, her fingers gripping the hilt, veins popping out, with huge determination.

Golden blood flowed out, the blade melted automatically, the wound healing rapidly.

It was useless.

She couldn't kill him.

The wind sounded like a distant sigh.

Shadow overlooked this scene, saying nothing.

And Su Ming'an unconsciously reached out, trying to grasp something. Chao Yan then reached out, intertwining her fingers with his.

"I come... from the Nine Serenities." He murmured unconsciously.

—Not like this.

Chao Yan widened her eyes, silently shaking her head.

"Named Asasto..."

—Don't do this.

"Order Angel Light, serving at the left hand of Asasto, wielding the scale of justice."

"Slaughter Angel Umbra, serving at the right hand of Asasto, wielding the holy sword of slaughter."

"Judgment Angel Bilu, serving under Asasto's middle rank, governs the causality of judgment..."

—Don't just become a deity like this.

Don't do this to me...

Chao Yan looked at his indifferent features, his gaze dull and lifeless.

... Don't show such an expression.

She could not forget that look; anyone could have such a lifeless gaze, but not him. His eyes should always shine brightly.

The fine snow was torn and stretched, covering the blood-soaked ground. She almost saw the figure on the ground. She held onto him, flying forward as they were about to touch the ground. Threads followed them, like relentless crimson serpents.

At that moment, a young man with golden eyes soared into the sky: "You keep flying, I'll hold them off for a while."

Chao Yan looked at him in surprise: "But even you can't defeat the enemies in the starry sky."

Su Rin said calmly, "Can't beat them, I'll run. It's just projecting a causal line, cutting a few threads isn't hard. You fly ahead, no need to look back."

... It's not just about cutting a few threads that easily.

Chao Yan didn't say much, just flew ahead...

Then she heard the sound of scorching flames behind her, yet she needn't look back. The cacophony of piercing noise, the sound of blades sinking into flesh... resounded in her wake.

She saw the white-haired young man slashing with a blade, falling into the white snow.

She saw the young man named Yamada Machiichi unwavering, even when his entire body was infected with blue and green.

She saw the local Dream Patrol Family members Li Yuxuan and Yi Zhongyu, knowing this was their only life, yet still throwing themselves into battle.

At this moment, she remembered the words the young man once said—Do you believe the protagonist will have a good ending? After all misunderstandings are cleared, will the hero and heroine on screen reach a perfect conclusion?

Once she didn't think much of the question, nor considered herself the protagonist on screen, but at this moment, holding him, she suddenly wanted to pray, if miracles truly exist in this world... please, at any cost, let there be a perfect ending.

Even if it's just saving him. He is a traveler from outside the world, he doesn't need to sacrifice for this world... it's they who have placed too many hopes on him, and he shouldn't end his journey for this.

"Su Ming'an..." the girl sighed softly.

His eyes had completely turned crimson.

The scales had faded, his skin appeared sacredly white, his brows devoid of any waves, like a true Old God. He slightly tilted his head, looking at her eyes, as if gazing at two transparent bright jades.

Tears cascaded down his left cheek, quickly vanishing into his disordered black hair. His gaze carried a strange coldness.

She lowered her eyes, waiting for him, manipulated, to attack her.

High in the sky, a faint glow lit up.

His hand moved slightly, using threads to pull her wrist, fingers twisting, aiming the long sword.

She closed her eyes.

"Thrust."

The sound of sword into flesh was faint, yet she felt no pain, only the long wind and fine snow in her ears. Her eyelashes trembled, paused for three seconds, then she opened her eyes.

The holy golden long sword, with the hilt facing upward, engraved with angel wings, gripped in her hand, while the blade pointed downward, piercing through his own heart, golden blood flowed.

She widened her eyes, looking into his crimson eyes, seeing a glimmer of clarity in them... he still retained a fragment of rationality.

But it was useless. Dieying controlled his body, even if he committed suicide, as long as Dieying made him heal the wound, he wouldn't die.

She watched for three seconds.

Golden blood kept seeping out, under the transparent thin snow, Su Ming'an's wound didn't heal.

Chao Yan widened her eyes in shock.

... What was going on?

Su Ming'an spit out a mouthful of blood, smiled, and his gaze met a white silhouette in the distance.

The deity looked up, seemingly admiring the white expanse of the snowy night, white hair floating in the clear illumination, as if isolated from the world.

—yet there was a solid causal link between Deity and Su Ming'an. In this instant, it vied for control with Dieying, even though it was but a fleeting moment, it was enough.

The wound didn't heal, the Old God succeeded in self-slaughter.

"Why?" Chao Yan was puzzled, how did the Deity seize control from Dieying for an instant?

"Chao Yan... today is the how many days since the instance activation?" Su Ming'an's breath grew weaker.

"..."

Chao Yan's eyes slightly widened.

Su Ming'an entered Nine Serenities on the tenth day, and Su Wensheng died at the fall of night on the tenth day, after Su Ming'an ascended to the sky with Alice, day and night alternated.

Today is... the eleventh day.

...

["Wensheng, in the end, I want to make a bet with you." The Deity said, "In these ten days, I will try to approach you. Among all the people you come into contact with during these ten days, one of them will be me."]

[Su Ming'an was slightly stunned.]

[... A bet?]

["If within these ten days, you can point out who I am, you will win, and I will tell you a piece of crucial information." The Deity said, "This bet is judged by the Rules, both parties must uphold their promises. As long as you agree to the bet, no matter whether you win or lose, I won't use any means to harm you during these ten days."]

["What if I lose?" Su Ming'an asked.]

["Then you will submit to me, not resisting any of my orders." The Deity said.]

...

The eleventh day arrived, and Su Ming'an did not point out who the Deity was masquerading as.

He lost the bet. His control was taken over by the Deity, while Dieying also had control over him. There was a scramble over control between the two. When the Deity momentarily prevailed, Su Ming'an successfully self-slaughtered.

Su Ming'an did it on purpose.

When ascending to the sky, he anticipated Dieying likely wasn't a good person, he was already under Dieying's gaze, even if controlled by the Deity, Dieying would attempt to snatch him away, not allowing him to follow the Deity. Since both Deity and Dieying could rob him of his self, what he had to do was create a Prisoner's Dilemma.

Following the Deity meant brainwashing, following Dieying meant losing himself, so placing himself under the contest of the two was the only way to reserve a safe place. As long as he saw through Dieying's plot, he gained something.

This bet, seemingly aimed to harm him, ultimately existed to save him.

Even if this method failed, and he was controlled, he still had a final card up his sleeve that hadn't been unveiled.

... However, when the Deity set this bet, did they anticipate such an event occurring, even timing it so precisely?

Moreover, the bet was made in Dao Ya City, where the Republic exists, so Dieying could not know of this bet.

Su Ming'an looked towards the Deity.

They held Tagore's "The Collection of Flying Birds," gazing back at him.

The wind, like a sigh, swept through the vast starry sky.

The causal lines of the three deities intertwined.

...

White snow covered the mountains.