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——On what basis is human death determined?

Is it the cessation of the heartbeat, brain death? Or is it the dissipation of spirit, the acceptance of death by the soul?

Su Ming'an has always been unable to figure out the answer. Every time he dies, he feels his body gradually cooling, his vision gradually blurring, his consciousness gradually fading... Then, he embarks on the next journey.

He is like sitting on a repeatedly stopping train, able to return to the previous station at any time, and also able to speed onwards without ever returning.

Now, he needs to control the train to move in the direction of the previous station.

Someone maliciously placed a fake toy train on his train, trying to lure him onto it.

But in reality, he needs the whole train to return to the previous station, not to get on the toy train and speed backward through the carriage, returning from the tail to the head. This is equivalent to the real train never actually returning to the previous station, continuing to move downhill without stopping.

——How can he board the real train?

Su Ming'an clenched his fists, gazing at Noel in front of him. Noel quietly awaited Su Ming'an's decision. They had crossed the long river of time and communicated, walking together through the beginning and end of death, time and again, and now they faced difficulty once more.

The shield of the High Tower Invitation began to fade, and three minutes were almost up, the deity was about to break through the unshakeable shield.

"What day is today since the replica was activated? Noel." Su Ming'an suddenly asked.

"Today is February 9th, The Tenth World time, the seventh day of the replica activation, one in the afternoon." Noel's eyes moved slightly, suddenly realizing something, then quickly continued:

"On the first day of the replica activation, you completed the first chapter of 'Louyue Nation.' On the second day, you started the second chapter of 'Louyue Nation.' On the third day, 'Girl's Dream Project' started, Mizushima Kawa Sora issued the Demon Hunt Order. On the fourth day, your clone saved Yamada Machiichi at the execution ground. As Su Wensheng, you exposed tentacles during the college entrance exam, escaping into the Black Mist. On the fifth day, you began investigating the Ark Project, Grandma Lin died. On the sixth day, a deity held an Angel Ceremony for you, you sought help from Li Mingyue and arrived at the First Tower at night. On the seventh day, Chao Yan died at three in the morning, and I met you at one in the afternoon."

Noel quickly and efficiently sorted through the major events Su Ming'an had experienced; others might not understand Noel's meaning, but Su Ming'an could grasp it immediately—Noel was helping him sort through the timeline, to let Su Ming'an confirm—firstly, whether he had any day of time taken away. Second, whether Su Ming'an had cognitive confusion that made him forget a day. Third, whether Su Ming'an experienced Little Su's Death Rebound but mistakenly thought it was his own.

Su Ming'an merely asked, "What day is today since the replica was activated?", and Noel immediately understood how to respond to help Su Ming'an resolve the most terrifying question.

With Noel's response, Su Ming'an immediately confirmed—up till now, he had not triggered Little Su's Death Rebound.

Since The Tenth World began, he had died only once—that was when he discovered his hair bun was neat, beneath the peach blossom tree on Penglai Fairy Island he committed suicide, which triggered definitely his own Death Rebound.

——because if what triggered then was Little Su's Death Rebound, The Tenth World would return to the past, while the time outside the replica would proceed normally, and the "seventh day" of The Tenth World outside the replica would already be "the eighth day of replica activation."

Therefore, Su Ming'an's only slightly reliable decision now—is to replicate the method of death from that time.

——to use annihilation suicide.

Since his death then triggered his own Death Rebound rather than Little Su's, he can only replicate the situation then to see if he can succeed.

"...Thanks, Noel."

The shield of the High Tower Invitation already showed cracks, the deity was standing less than three steps away from them, quietly watching them through the thin shield.

And Su Ming'an held Noel's hand, thanking him in a low voice.

"Thank for what, I failed to successfully rescue you, it's me who should apologize." Noel continued to act.

Watching Noel's performance, Su Ming'an felt like laughing. Since they began crossing timelines to communicate, Noel constantly acted in front of him, crying and apologizing, to help him die, his acting comparable to a prime-time melodrama.

But such a terrifying situation made him incapable of laughter. For the first time, he possessed a role with Death Rebound Authority. This made him feel increasingly like The Tenth World was a trap aimed at him.

Noel's performance was merely surface acting. In fact, someone had probably guessed the true holder of Authority, but lacked evidence. Also, unable to determine what exactly the Authority was—whether foresight, observation, or something else.

Su Ming'an also did not know where Little Su's Death Rebound Ability came from; he can only speculate it originated from an Old God's ability.

He glanced at the deity outside the shield. The deity did not know Su Ming'an also possessed Death Rebound, so the deity believed that even if Su Ming'an died here, triggering Little Su's Death Rebound, it can still retain memory and again subdue Su Ming'an.

——The deity was wrong.

Su Ming'an's own Death Rebound overrides everything, including the memory of this deity, which will also be mercilessly erased.

"I'm somewhat afraid, but also feel a bit lucky." Su Ming'an chuckled lightly.

"Yeah, you're lucky, but also terribly unlucky." Noel responded.

Crack, crack——

The shield of the High Tower Invitation showed cracks, three minutes had passed.

Blinding white light overwhelmed Su Ming'an, the deity flashed towards him, intending to subduing Su Ming'an.

However, Su Ming'an's hand had already raised, aiming at his own temple, "thwack."

Blood poured down.

Dimly, he saw the surrounding scenes slow down, the smell of joss paper burning filled the air, crimson liquid surrounded him, black shadows appeared around him.

A snow-white large rabbit, with a butterfly bow on its head, dressed in a lace pink dress, appeared before him.

Su Ming'an paused for a moment, then smiled. He did not feel surprised nor frightened.

——Ah, Boss Rabbit, you came.

——You actually wore women's clothes, the audience's anticipation of your womanly appearance for so long.

——However, alas, this time will soon be erased.

Su Ming'an looked at the sudden surrounding dark shadows—such a situation was identical to when he and Noel swapped identities, the organizers wanting to take Noel away for investigation. It was likely the organizers caught a hint in the final conversation between them and Noel, appearing before Su Ming'an for investigation.

The shadow cast by Boss Rabbit fell on Su Ming'an's face, its blood-red scales on its belly remained dazzling, its white fluffy limbs moved closer, seemingly wanting to pull Su Ming'an. Its ruby-like gaze revealed distinct chill and fear.

However, in the next second, Su Ming'an's eyes closed.

——Sorry.

——You came one step too late.

Blood slipped down his forehead, death came so swiftly. His self-infliction left no mercy, only for speed.

In all the passing amidst this, he clearly perceived his dissipating life force.

The smell of joss paper burning faded.

Those ruby-like cold and fearful eyes faded.

Noel's last ocean-blue smiling eyes faded too.

Then, all chaos, coldness, confusion, cries, doubts, cold laughs, panic... all vanished. The cog of time clicked harmoniously backward, click, click.

Click.

Vaguely, Su Ming'an heard Noel's final, clear voice:

"...carefully judge my authenticity, Su Ming'an. Each time, judge my authenticity."

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Death Rebound.

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Opening his eyes, Su Ming'an saw the tower.

He heard the exclamations of the players around him:

"This, this is Su Rin, right? Why is he in a wheelchair!"

"Did something happen? Su Rin-Kami has become a vegetable... eighty years old, so being in a wheelchair is normal..."

——Back to this point in time, it was last night, Li Mingyue was pushing Su Ming'an to participate in the first tower.

Su Ming'an closed his eyes, he needed to confirm if this was his own rewind authority. But he was unable to move, even his vision hadn't recovered yet.

If it was his own death rebound, then everyone would be rewound, including Xiao Jingsan who wouldn't remember it. But if it was Little Su's death rebound, Xiao Jingsan and the deities would remember the world being reset once, and the organizers would certainly remember.

Just as he was getting anxious, suddenly the sound of footsteps came, like a timely rain.

"Li Mingyue, I'm here." Xiao Jingsan approached wearing a cloak.

"Xiao…" Su Ming'an spoke with difficulty.

"Hm? Angel Lord." Xiao Jingsan lowered his head, leaned closer, and placed his hands on Su Ming'an's shoulders: "What do you want to say?"

"Xiao Jingsan." Su Ming'an said.

"I'm here." Xiao Jingsan said.

"Angel Lord… that title… sounds awful… change it." Su Ming'an said with difficulty.

Xiao Jingsan was momentarily stunned, then laughed heartily: "No way! Angel Lord, Angel Lord, Angel Lord!"

At that moment, Su Ming'an's heart relaxed slightly.

——It was indeed his own death rebound that was triggered.

Otherwise, the organizers would certainly follow, and the burning smell of joss paper wouldn't fade. Xiao Jingsan wouldn't be this optimistic.

With such a terrifying and powerful authority in his grasp, Su Ming'an was this cautious. Because it was so overwhelming, so terrifying, he could overturn the time of any life, even reversing high-dimensional beings, like a sword that splits mountains and seas, now in the hands of a student like him—he could reverse most deaths, change anything. Even kill everyone, redeem everyone.

He ordered Shadow not to tease Bivis on the high stage and quickly went with the black cat to find Chao Yan, who would die at three in the morning, she couldn't die.

"The First Dream Patrol Family…" Bivis smiled reluctantly.

"I'm stepping out for a moment to take care of some things. You golden-haired kid, stay here obediently." Shadow wagged a finger, performed a spatial displacement, and disappeared from everyone's sight.

The union government councilors and reporters below exchanged glances, not knowing where the First Dream Patrol Family suddenly ran off to.

Shadow used Tretiya's mechanical wheel and reached the world's edge before zero o'clock. It was a boundless sea with tentacle monsters guarding the shore. Only by defeating them could one cross the world's edge to other worlds.

At this moment, flames rose, nearly dyeing the entire sky red. In the middle of the sea, a black-haired girl stood out of nowhere, surrounded by flames that nearly consumed her, the cross necklace on her chest swayed with the wind. She held a scarlet long bow, its arrows aimed at the tentacle monster in the sea's center. With her slender fingers drawing the bow, fiery arrows scattered like fireworks.

——Chao Yan.

The most mysterious person, carrying the most secrets.

Her black hair rose with the sea breeze, her features perfect as if shaped by God's hand, eyes as beautiful as jade. When she drew the bow, her entire body tensed, like a fiery crescent moon.

In Xiao Jingsan's words from the last cycle, once Chao Yan dies, humanity would be unable to resist the deities, leading to Su Ming'an's failure. This cycle, she must be saved.

"Hey—Chao Yan!" Shadow shouted, but Chao Yan, in the ocean's center, couldn't hear.

Su Ming'an suddenly realized why he saw the flames in the sky through the cathedral's stained glass that afternoon—it was because Chao Yan was battling a tentacle monster then.

The blazing flames she wielded nearly scorched the heavens. Even from miles away at the cathedral, Su Ming'an could see the crimson sky.

"Hey! Can't hear? Never mind, I'll just join the fight directly." Shadow shouted to Chao Yan, flying towards the battle's center. He was a bit afraid of the battle's aftermath, admitting himself frail and delicate.

The closer he got, the more Shadow felt the flames' heat. His right hand moved, wanting to raise a spatial barrier.

——In that instant.

A golden blade pierced through his heart.

"...?"

Shadow didn't even react.

The attacker was neither Chao Yan nor the tentacle monster. It was a third party who had never appeared. The attacker probably waited at the world's edge, backstabbing Shadow as he tried to rescue Chao Yan.

Shadow turned around and saw the attacker's face.

"Surprised to see me?" the attacker said.

The next instant, the consciousness from the cloning ended—Shadow was dead.

Su Ming'an gripped the wheelchair's armrest, his eyes trembling.

"What's wrong? Angel Lord… what's the matter with you? Your face suddenly looks so bad." Xiao Jingsan leaned forward.

The attacker…

Su Ming'an couldn't believe it, he even doubted his vision, but the last scene from Shadow's view—

The person who attacked Shadow had black hair, black eyes, a high nose bridge, slim lips, a thin, delicate face, and youthful looks, with a black bone stud in his ear gleaming.

He even smiled when he stabbed into Shadow's heart. In the reflected blue of the ocean, his eyes seemed to mirror a deep blue full moon.

——It was Su Wensheng's face.

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[TE3·"Your Utopia with Him" Perfect Completion Progress: 60%]

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[On February 8, 827 AD, Su Wensheng personally killed the First Dream Patrol Family.]

[The Prophecy Stone Wall predicted correctly.]

[It is the true world line.]

[Destiny cannot be reversed, no matter how many times you try, no matter how you reset.]

[——Old Day Church·Prophecy Stone Wall February 7 Prophecy]

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