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Chapter 135 - One Hundred and Thirty-Three: The Final Exile

Chapter 135: Chapter One Hundred and Thirty-Three: The Final Exile

"I’ve noticed you before," "Moli" said with a smile. "When you came to the Mayor’s house to listen to stories, I had already noticed you... Your gaze is very much like mine. You seem... like someone who has been through the same experiences as me."

"Swish!" Su Ming’an sliced through the incoming sticks with his sword and stabbed into the heart of a townfolk, swiftly withdrawing his blade as blood splattered onto his face. He slightly closed his eye to prevent the blood from blurring his vision.

Leaning against the wall, "Moli" slowly stood up, her face still flush as if she hadn’t fully recovered, and her eyes gleamed more vividly as she watched this scene that she alone directed. "My dear townfolk told me that travelers seem to target you—they are jealous of you, jealous of all the faith you possess, jealous of your differences from them, jealous of all the ’heresies’ that differ from theirs—just as I once suffered."

Su Ming’an glanced at his health bar, which at 1430 was quite high at this stage, but now it was gradually being halved.

In his field of view, beneath the podium lay the bodies of seven or eight townsfolk, who had died thorough and peacefully, as if their flesh and blood had melted into the flames.

Gradually, a continuous sea of fire appeared before his eyes.

He was covered in a lot of blood, some of his own and some splashed by the townsfolk. Gasping for breath, his sword-wielding wrist began to ache, and he sensed warnings of physical strength fading from every corner of his body, with his nostrils filled with the thick scent of blood.

[You have killed the townfolk Green. Exp+1000]

[You have killed the townfolk Xi’er, Exp+1000]

[You have killed...]

The fire spread quickly, probably because no one tried to avoid it, or perhaps due to the wooden arrangement of the shrine, which ignited immediately upon contact with the wooden benches and wooden windows, especially the massive wooden coffin that now burned brightly like a bonfire.

He smelled the scent of burning human flesh—the townsfolk fell with smiles on their faces, their bodies ablaze with bright, intense flames.

The temperature was rising gradually.

"Ding-a-ling..." "Moli’s" jewelry chimed crisply. The look in her eyes as she gazed at the dead townsfolk was poignant yet satisfied as if she got her great revenge. Her smile grew more genuine as she looked at the raging flames.

When she looked up, her eyes had an unprecedented desire.

"I possess them, how fortunate," "Moli" murmured almost in a chant, "They are willing to die for me."

"It’s just possession, after all," Su Ming’an responded indifferently.

[You have killed the townfolk El, Exp+1000]

[Ding-dong! You have been upgraded to (Second Rank Three) Player!]

He quickly allocated points to physical strength, feeling a slight relief from the tide-like weariness. After stabbing his blade into the eye socket of a big man who lunged at him, he withdrew his sword.

—There were no enemies left before him.

There should have been many, but the engulfing fire completely obscured his vision. The townsfolk who died in the fire far outnumbered those he killed. He stepped back, the podium beneath his feet creaking noisily, and he felt his back press against the uneven coldness—probably the rusted deity statue.

He breathed heavily, inhaling nothing but the burning scent of flames, which was suffocating. Soon, he began to cough, struggling more and more for breath. As he slowly sat down next to the statue, he saw a mischievous spark of brilliant red flame jump up.

He could no longer see the door that had been opened.

The comment section was frantic:

[This is bad, bad, bad!]

[How do we get out of here? Is the distance for Spatial Displacement enough? I feel like I can’t jump out of this sea of fire!]

[Su Ming’an has cut off his own way back, he shouldn’t have thrown that candlestick. Killing a few more might have given him a chance.]

[... Think a little, guys. Just move backward with Spatial Displacement.]

[... You make a good point, suddenly I’m not worried.]

[This move, oh, this move is typical Ming’an, always liking to put himself in danger to make the enemy let their guard down, it really hurts my heart.]

[Let me in the game! Let me in the game! I’ll commit suicide on the spot for that Moli to see! Who says Ming’an has no one behind him! Who says no one is willing to sacrifice for him—!]

"[Dying for a god, what kind of faith is that! Shouldn’t gods protect those who believe in them!"]

"[Isn’t it crazy, all of you? Number One Player is just one person, do you really think of him as a god? Have you gone mad?"]

"[Haha, when the time comes, you guys will probably be the first to die. In the eyes of Number One Player, you’re likely nothing but trash.]

"[...]"

"Moli" shrank in a corner nearby, her body marked with a blood-red pattern like Sanskrit, which Su Ming’an had seen on the body of the Guide.

The Sanskrit protected "Moli" from the flames. Wearing a bright red silk garment, she stood leaning against the wall, her eyes filled with a trace of pity.

"Stranger from the outside world, in this identity battle that requires camp cooperation, you seem to be the least trusted." "Moli" said with a smile, "But I think I’ve figured out your problem—you’re too bad at disguise. At least for those who believe in you, you need to construct an image of a great, merciful self. Such a deity is what they like, what they want in ’Lord God’ that they wish to follow—you always have to give these foolish people some sweeteners, to let their pretensions be somewhat rewarded. As a mentor, I’ve given you some guidance, hoping you’ll understand in the future."

"So, what you mean is that people need to die for you, and you become a god for one person?" Su Ming’an looked at her.

He was not a god.

He was just a student who had stumbled upon some adventures.

Of course, this Moli wasn’t one either, and her nature was much more malevolent than his.

"At this point, you still refuse to admit it. Well then, goodbye." "Moli" seemed merely angry because of his denial, like a child trying forcefully to make him admit he was wrong, yet to no avail.

After confirming she couldn’t make him relent, she snorted coldly, dragged her red garment, and slowly walked towards the flames.

Su Ming’an stuck close to the statue, surrounded by flames as sparks leapt onto the altar, and he could gradually feel the impending burning sensation.

...He had thought that at least she would reveal some information.

Unexpectedly, she was also misleading him in reverse.

...And her philosophy of faith was truly unacceptable to him.

A dragon head cane appeared in his hand.

This key prop might be able to offer him some help...

A streak of blue flashed.

"Moli" stared with confusion and disbelief, her hand covering her neck, unable to hide the fresh red blood slowly spreading from it.

Blood spilled from her lips, like cascading blood butterflies, and she fell down, the great fire engulfing her body.

"Moli" died.

In a vision of fiery red, suddenly appeared a flicker of teal—a Mantis knife dripping blood thick and red, it hopped and darted back.

Then, it seemed a slender figure abruptly charged in.

"—Su Ming’an! Are you in there!"

The anxious voice of Lv Shu was clearly audible amid the sea of fire.

Su Ming’an frowned. "Moli" couldn’t die; once she did, who knows which body the ghosts would choose next.

He immediately pressed his fingertips to his temples and commanded his clone to commit suicide.

...There was no time to delay, who knew what time resetting it immediately could point to.

The Annihilation Skill activated in an instant.

In the moment his health bar sharply dropped to zero and his vision dimmed, he saw the sudden despair in Lv Shu’s eyes as he rushed into the flames. A sudden surge of emotion blossomed in the other’s eyes, exploding like a breached dam.

Su Ming’an’s thoughts froze, and the next moment, the scene in front of him dramatically changed, resetting due to death, through a somewhat blurry vision, he saw Moli dressed in red silk, her eyes still carrying confusion.

Outside the door, the brilliant line of morning light spilled inward.

He held his head, forcibly suppressing the increasingly intense aftermath of death.

He continued with the original process, and just as "Moli" was about to turn and leave, he grabbed her shoulder and instantly teleported outside the shrine.

"Moli’s" eyes still carried shock as she looked at the Dragon Head Cane he held in his hand, her lips beginning to tremble.

"You actually brought this out, no, you cannot..."

She didn’t finish her sentence.

Su Ming’an immediately activated the ability built into the Dragon Head Cane—communing with the deity of Terrily.

He speculated that this deity was the true deity of Terrily Town, not the ghost that was deceiving the townsfolk before him.

If the deity discovered a ghost masquerading as Itself, it would surely send down punishment, and then the ghost could be completely eradicated.

In front of "Moli’s" desperate expression, the red light of the Dragon Head Cane flickered brightly before extinguishing.

Su Ming’an was somewhat stunned; he activated the Dragon Head Cane again... but the light merely flickered again.

The deity that should have appeared... did not appear.

"...So, that’s how it is."

He heard "Moli" let out a soft sigh.

She should have been happy with this outcome, as she was the ghost that could monopolize Terrily Town, but the emotion that seeped from her eyes was one of profound sadness:

"Terrily... so it really has been abandoned by its deity."

As she spoke, as if chewing over her words repeatedly, a slight glimmer even surfaced in her eyes.

"Then what exactly am I doing here?"

Her face suddenly contorted with grief; covering her face, she let out a beast-like howl, a heart-wrenching sound as if squeezed from her throat.

Su Ming’an watched this suddenly tearful ghost, glanced at the now useless Dragon Head Cane, and tossed it back into his backpack.

"Done crying?" he looked at the crouching, head-hugging "Moli": "Are you walking yourself, or should I drag you?"

...

Dawn was breaking.

There was no one by the square’s mahogany table.

It seemed, this place had become the most dangerous area.

And as the time for banishment drew closer, footsteps gradually began to sound.

Lv Shu slowly walked over; he had just noticed the shrine was on fire, but after entering, he saw no one.

...His mood was very complex.

He pulled out a chair and sat down, then heard another set of footsteps.

Eni was cautiously walking over, all the while supporting a huge Defensive Barrier, seemingly very afraid of being attacked, occasionally pulling out a stone to check something.

Upon seeing Lv Shu, his heart steadied, and he quickly walked over.

"Since both of us are here, it seems there were no casualties." Eni breathed a sigh of relief, genuinely afraid he’d be attacked during the night, since he seemed like the most likely to be attacked. But after a night of fear, he was relieved to see the morning sun.

At first, he thought it was Lv Shu who was attacked, but seeing him put his mind at ease.

As for whether it might be Su Ming’an who was attacked... he wouldn’t think about that possibility, it was meaningless. Even if that guy was attacked, he could still survive.

Indeed, the next moment he saw Cloning slowly walking towards them.

"How did it go?" Eni immediately asked him.

"I won." Cloning pulled out a chair; his words were brief but reassured Eni greatly.

...It really was a complete victory from lying down.

Eni felt that he had hardly done anything this time; he just lay there doing nothing, at the most just being scared for a while, and yet he won in the end like this.

He looked opposite, where Yamada Machiichi, Iris, and Mizushima Haru were slowly walking towards them.

Three against three.

It seemed that last night Lv Shu had poisoned one. As for the missing other... it was probably Su Ming’an who had taken the opportunity to take care of him.

Eni found himself increasingly trusting Su Ming’an immensely.

"Dang—!"

The bell rang out.

The red candles on the table lit up, starting the countdown to discussion.

"There’s nothing much to say, right?" Eni looked at the others: "Although I don’t know which one of Yamada and Iris you are, the deserter guard, it doesn’t matter anymore, you’ve already lost."

He suddenly noticed that number twelve was extremely unstable.

She hung her head, her fingertips digging into the tabletop as if trying to gouge a hole in it.

"To actually, to actually dare..." Her shoulders heaved uncontrollably, her entire being like a sail in the raging sea, tottering unsteadily. When she abruptly raised her head, the blood vessels in her eyes nearly exploded open: "—dare, to actually, really kill Sister, you deserve to be skinned alive, wait for me back in the Main God Space..."

Eni frowned, just as he was about to speak, he suddenly heard Su Ming’an speak up beside him.

"Fine." His fingers lightly tapped the table, his voice coldly detached: "I’ll be waiting."

Mizushima Haru’s tears fell uncontrollably, her hair disheveled, as if she hadn’t taken care of it in the morning.

"—I must, I will kill you, I must kill you..."

She continued in a frenzied state, her fingertips painfully dug into the tabletop, gradually fracturing her nails, drawing out blood threads.

"I must, I will, kill you..."

She seemed oblivious to pain, grinning with blood-stained fingers, tears pouring like a beast on the verge of collapse.

Eni averted his gaze, somewhat afraid to look at this woman who seemed suddenly deranged.

He lowered his head, waiting for the final vote.

Just then, out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly spotted Mayor Mitchell, slowly walking in from the edge of the square.

The very distinctive Dragon Head Cane was gone, replaced with a normal wooden cane.

Following the Mayor, a group of somber-looking townsfolk.

"Ah... coming to offer fruit again?" Eni wondered what these folks from the underworld were up to, he raised his head, looking over—

He saw another Su Ming’an, holding the Dragon Head Cane like a commanding leader walking in front of all the townsfolk, cradling a fainting girl in his arms.

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