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["Little Su" first appeared in the eighth round and is a very useful game protagonist. As long as Little Su dies once, he can return to before the crisis occurs, allowing Su Ming'an to operate in time.]

[In the tenth round, the Exotic Species King resurrects. Only Little Su can resolve the crisis.]

[At the moment when Little Su and the Exotic Species King meet, Su Ming'an held his breath.]

[...]

[You achieved the ending (Sealed by Me)]

[Ending (Sealed by Me): "After Little Su became a god, he confronted the Exotic Species King and quelled the crisis. The layered shadows in the starry sky left, and everything precious was preserved. Destiny is not unbreakable, and he swore with his sword to defend human dignity to the death."]

[Ending Evaluation: sss]

[— "Fate Simulator"]

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"Little Ah, your story is coming to an end."

"Perhaps. This is your sure-win scenario; I've anticipated it for a thousand years. What a fantastic... millennium ark of humanity's united effort. From cause to effect, from effect tracing back to cause, a thousand years ago, a thousand years later, it was flawless. Even if there were occasional errors, they were all guarded against."

"I'll take that as a compliment."

"Humans... really gave it their all, struggled to the last moment. Clearly, you're such tiny creatures, a single mistake and it's over."

"Do you feel regret? Actually, you care a lot about the World of Old Days, not as indifferent as you claim. After all, it's your..."

"Hmph..."

"In the future I can observe, you actually still have a chance to win."

"No... When 'TE·Sealed by Me' appeared, I lost my chance. It's an ending declared by destiny, and from a high-dimensional perspective, it's over in at most 'twenty-something days.'"

"There is a chance."

"...You want to help me?"

"We were originally in a cooperative relationship... weren't we? To negotiate with a tiger, this is something I said from the start."

"Stop deceiving me; you just want to increase your chances of winning. You're full of lies."

"Aren't you full of lies too? Saying there's a sure-win game, but you still have cards up your sleeve, right?"

"...Heh."

"After all, we're the same. Between you and me... there's no fundamental difference."

...

[A/B.]

System Time: March 27th, only 17 hours left until the instance ends.

Yamada Machiichi cautiously peeked outside and found everything silent, with the Holy Alliance soldiers who once guarded it having vanished. He looked up—today's sky was different from the past, with grotesque images floating as if the heavens and earth were inverted, mirrored together, with the starry sky at hand.

"Lu! Stop lying around, it's the final battle!" He immediately wiped the cream from his mouth and shook Lu awake from the sofa.

Since Su Ming'an entered the Nine Serenities, the two of them had been locked at home by a deity, isolated from the world. Initially, Yamada Machiichi thought of bombing the deity's house and having a great time helping Su Ming'an, but they realized they couldn't break the confinement with just their power, lying idle for ten days, almost turning into two salted fish.

Yamada Machiichi had always hoped Su Ming'an would come to get them out, but it seemed they had been forgotten...

Three days ago, when Su Ming'an became a god, white tentacles covered the sky. They shouted desperately below, yet Su Ming'an didn't see them.

However, it must be said that the deity's hospitality wasn't bad. From the beginning, Yamada Machiichi thought of the deity as the ultimate boss, yet they've been well-fed and cared for until now.

"Su Ming'an was right. I heard about the explosion in the Holy City before—it nearly killed Noel and Lv Shu. If we added ourselves into the mix, things would get messier. The deity's home is the safest place; it's like taking a ten-day vacation, and we'll be rewarded with a war position at the end." Lu analyzed seriously, though his Blue Moon pajamas were anything but serious.

"But now it's the final battle; we can't lie around any longer." Yamada Machiichi glanced at the system time.

He knocked on the door, unsure if anyone was outside: "Oh deity, oh dear deity, please give some face. Lu and I have been lying here for nearly ten days; we're about to forget how to fight. Let us out, won't you?"

"Creak—"

To his amazement, the door, which had never budged no matter how hard it was hit, now opened with a gentle push, as if it had never been locked.

He and Lu exchanged a glance.

...Does this mean permission to participate in the battle?

They stepped into the corridor, where golden candle flames flickered, blood-red carpets stretched afar, and both priests and the Holy Alliance soldiers were nowhere to be seen, seemingly having already rushed to the battlefield. But they didn't hastily leave; instead, they searched the deity's home, hoping to find something valuable.

"Yamada, look, there's a lot of portraits on the wall." Lu looked up at the images on the wall.

"Indeed, there are fifty-one of them." Yamada Machiichi looked up at the row of portraits: "Why does the deity have portraits of fifty-one people in their home?"

"Generally, you wouldn't hang your enemies' portraits on your wall, mostly out of memorial or remembrance," Lu said. "The deity must feel these people are worth commemorating to have painted them."

"True, nobody wants to see their enemies smiling in their home." Yamada Machiichi nodded approvingly: "Does the deity also have people they want to commemorate? Somehow, I felt they lacked human emotions."

"Look, the fiftieth and the fifty-first portraits seem to be of the same person." They stood in front of the two paintings.

One painting depicted a young man kissing the lake under the blue moonlight; the other showed a youth gradually turning to ashes in the Nine Serenities. Unlike the first forty-nine paintings, these two were painted with cruder strokes, resembling beginner's work, yet the youth and young man's images were crafted with extreme care and attention.

"Do you think... these two paintings were painted by the deity themselves..." Yamada Machiichi suddenly said, trusting his instinct somehow.

"How could that be, the deity is so busy, why would they care about humans?" Lu shook his head, "Let's go, Yamada."

He strode forward while Yamada Machiichi hurriedly followed.

As they walked, Yamada Machiichi kept glancing back. The fifty-first painting began to change under his gaze.

"Lu, look, this painting has two forms, just like lenticular cards," Yamada Machiichi was always drawn to things unrelated to the main plot, glancing back occasionally: "The deity appeared in the painting."

The painting transformed into a youth sitting beside the deity, reading a book of poems. The deity's expression was no longer as cold as before; there was a tranquil peace emanating from the page.

However, this was unimportant. Yamada Machiichi only glanced for two or three seconds before looking away—what connection did the story behind this painting have to them?

...

[C.]

When Su Rin woke up, snow was still falling from the sky.

He stood by the traffic lights, watching the battle notifications loop on the towering buildings, each warning against the High-dimensional beings, unmistakably heralding the impending final battle.

The streets were bustling; apart from more patrolling soldiers and armored vehicles speeding by, nothing seemed different. Clearly, it was a time of battle imminent, yet vastly different from the Ruined World's last grim battle where everyone took to arms.

"Causality War." Su Rin whispered to himself, "Unlike the visible blade-to-blade battle."

Back then, the Ruined World faced the invasion of billions, with everyone forced onto the battlefield. But the World of Old Days faces only one High-dimensional being, with the intangible clash of causality threads allowing for direct confrontation against this war.

The final contender is singular—Old God, Su Ming'an. King versus King, general versus general.

Su Rin did not stay in place like most, following orders. Behind him sprouted a pair of golden-red wings, flying skyward under the astonished gazes of pedestrians.

...

[D.]

Mo Yan heard his elder brother's voice.

"Got it, brother, I'll lead the Ancient Martial Families well." Mo Yan spoke to the air, "Brother, where are you? Do you need help? You're the most dangerous..."

No reply.

Mo Yan was unaware of what mysterious things his brother was occupied with.

He looked at a group of martial artists with a fairy-like air, waiting for the deity's command, appearing spirited and fervent.

Despite not seeing the entire picture, they believed... under the deity's watch, this battle would surely be victorious.

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[H.]

All major forces had already received commands from the deity, each performing their duties, whether continuing dream patrols, supporting the frontlines, or guarding the rear.

Rena, Duke of Ahsente Kingdom, Prince Misei of Joset Grand Duchy, Fannie, leader of the Nie Democratic Alliance, and Duke Yizikel of Lairo Empire, went to different cities at various coordinates as instructed by the deity. Although puzzled about their mission, they dared not complain.

Meanwhile, the twenty-two kingdoms, thirty-six independent cities: Weina Republic, Vanford United States, Mofei Freedom Federation, Island League, Fugangtu Independent Kingdom, Didehi Grand Duchy... People traveled overnight to specific coordinates, like chess pieces taking their place.

The sky's horizon revealed patterns of 0s and 1s, as if countless large computers were operating, calculating distinctive numbers. No one knew its purpose.

Lv Shu and Rimu Sheng led the Human Self-Rescue Alliance and City Guardian Department, shuttling through the crowds, followed by many players drawn by rumors.

"Is it about to start? I've got my mana potion and red potion ready." Qiuqiu was excited, "The battlefield might have lots of equipment to scavenge, I've practiced mass battles for a long time."

"Let's have a grand fight with the High-dimensional beings! Even if I could just scratch it, I'd be satisfied!" Lu Meng pumped her fists, looking around, "Lv Shu, where's the battlefield? Quickly take us there, hundreds are eager to fight, guaranteed each could take on ten."

Lv Shu furrowed his brows and shook his head, "There's no battlefield. Everyone should just stay put for orders."

Qiuqiu puzzledly asked, "What are you saying? I've been confused for days, almost time for the final battle, yet thousands of players scattered across various timelines, not converging at all. Even now, only a few hundred have gathered, far from leveraging numbers."

Lv Shu touched his earpiece, "That's Su Ming'an's plan. Numbers don't help. We've got to adapt through his real-time orders."

Qiuqiu's eyes widened.

She had assumed the final battle would mean millions of the World of Old Days charge into battle, with the Shadow's people joining, letting them clash head-on. Yet, no warzone was present?

"Then how do we fight?" Qiuqiu asked, puzzled.

Lv Shu remained silent for a moment.

...

"Chess."

...

[F.]

Isabella gazed at the terminal before her.

Resource extraction progress, total resource transport volume, frontline tug-of-war progress, speed of spirit point production during dream patrols, instant death rule trigger rate, anomaly exclusion rate, Nine Serenities activation progress, emotional accumulation progress...

Numbers whizzed by at dizzying speeds, as thousands of researchers worked digitally. A massive three-dimensional map hovered above, clusters of red dots representing key figures moving, tracing their paths like a sprawling web of causality.

A black-haired girl with purple eyes stood in another room, her hands entwined with invisible threads, eyes closed in focus, seemingly weaving. Nearby, gigantic computer screens flashed thousands of numbers per second, producing a huge rumble.

"Current population: 7112837122, multiply by ten thousand, and that's the total enveloped upon the Ark's arrival." Lin Yunting entered, wearing an angel's badge on his chest. The future generations of the twelve principals lived on, corresponding to millennial myths by wearing the angel badge.

"Nine Serenities has been led by Shangqing." Professor Xiao Lanping from North Qing University said.

"As for the next step, we're uncertain, just awaiting real-time instructions from the deity." Lv Chengzhu from the Orthodox Faction said.

"Even now, we're unsure of what happened millennia ago, who our enemies really were..." Qu Botao from the psychology consultation headquarters spoke halfway, suddenly widening his eyes.

Before everyone, a blue panel appeared, slowly displaying small lines.

...

[Now announcing millennia-old matters and revealing our true nemesis to all.]

[A thousand years ago...]

...

On the morning of February 7, 827 of the Old Days, everyone learned the splendid sceneries and truths from a thousand years ago.

They widened their eyes, shaken by the revelation of truth.

Turns out, there are no myths nor angels, just people like them.

Turns out, history held no buried conspiracies—it was a massive Ark sailing through a millennium.

Turns out, the dream patrol game was a saturated rescue; they traversed timelines as saviors, not idle game players.

Turns out, an era was a visualized map of causality, turning "one" to "many," back to "one."

Turns out, the deity didn't seize power; the Old God's disappearance wasn't persecution—just divided timelines.

Turns out...

And above all, they had a deity loving them, whose name wasn't Asasto, but...

Su Ming'an.