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Chapter 550: Chapter Five Hundred and Forty-Seven: "It’s so cold.

The Black Wall extended indefinitely, like a pitch-black serpent crawling along the ground.

Because the Black Wall had shattered, a thin layer of ice had formed around it, with frost covering the still bus stops, collapsed houses, and piles of stone rubble... all eerily merging with the sunshine from the outside world.

It was as if the entire history and civilization of this modern city were mercilessly frozen in a moment from the past.

Xiber slowly, ever so slowly, lifted her foot, taking steps, tentatively trying to approach the city she had longed for, walking towards the light and freedom she desired.

"Crack, crack, crack."

Several crisp sounds rang out, as if the air, like papier-mâché, was being torn apart; she couldn’t tell if it was the sound of ice cracking or bones breaking.

She just moved slowly, stiffly, like a machine taking steps forward, her hand reaching out, trying to touch that ray of sunlight projected from the outside.

Icy air poured into her lungs, she tried to breathe but felt as though she could not breathe in anything at all.

Su Ming’an watched her step forward and followed her.

For Xiber, the apocalyptic ruins laid out before her eyes were the last straw that broke the camel’s back.

She had been grinding her teeth and persevering, almost dragging her body, stepping on her own bones to crawl forward, but in the end, the harsh reality told her—everything she did was meaningless. Even more so, she had succeeded more than once before, but she would always return to the starting point.

...the most terrifying thing was not the inability to succeed, but that after struggling through hardships and succeeding, you realize that the road had no end from the very beginning.

—It turns out that the HE· Eternal Sleep that put everyone into eternal slumber was indeed the best outcome she could hope for.

"Huff... huff..."

Due to the cold weather, each of her breaths exhaled a small puff of warm, white air, her eyes fogged over, and reddish hues stained her lower eyelids, which gradually turned pink on her cheeks.

The firmament was like a pitch-black pot, pressed above her head, with the distant sun from the outside world seemingly about to fall, yet suspended just above her eyelids.

Step by step, one step after another.

Finally, amid the silence, she stepped out and entered the city that had been destroyed for a long time.

"Thud."

Her footsteps landed, crushing a piece of stone on the brink of turning into dust.

The collapsed Black Wall had turned to debris, lying at her feet—she had crossed over the boundary line that the people from Qiongdi could never surpass.

Under the firmament, all things were revived, and the forgotten, once ’monsters’, aspired to stand shoulder to shoulder with the deities, to become a ’god’ among ’monsters’.

However, when the land of the monsters ironically became the last pure land in the world, all her hopes, grudges, and indignation were chewed up with blood and swallowed down by her, flesh and bone.

Looking at the scene full of dry bones and sore sights,

She suddenly pulled up the corners of her mouth, revealing an almost mad smile.

"The sea—!"

"—The sea!!!"

"Su Ming’an!" she abruptly turned her head, her eyes frighteningly bright.

Bathed in the brilliant sunlight from the outside world, her floating white hair was so smooth it looked like a galaxy, glistening as she turned her head.

"—I see the sea! Su Ming’an! Behind me, at my feet, it’s all sea—"

In her eyes, there was a childlike joy twinkling.

Her white hair quivered with her maniacal laughter, and mottled light danced on her pale cheeks, highlighting the flush of her eyes.

She stepped back, crushing a dry bone, and dust from the collapsed Black Wall danced with her steps, even the collapsed skyscrapers behind her shimmered with a golden edge from the sun.

Warmth, beauty, and brilliance.

Standing in the sunlight, she resembled a beautiful, unframed painting.

She pulled Su Ming’an’s hand, pointing towards a place full of sunlight and bones.

"——Do you see, Su Ming’an! Do you see the ocean? It’s so beautiful, so vast... I’ve never seen such a beautiful sea... And the flowers, do you see the flowers? Red ones, layered upon each other... Are those the legendary roses?"

"I heard Teacher Fang say, the white ones with large petals are called lilies. The ones that gather like tiny stars are called baby’s breath. And then, those cup-shaped, bright yellow ones——they’re called tulips..."

Su Ming’an silently listened to her speak.

He knew that there was nothing here.

No ocean, no flowers, nothing but the barren sunlight and nothing else.

The ground, the air, the bones of the people... were all filled with the stench of curse pollution; it was clear that the destruction of the outside world was caused by the leakage of a curse.

Perhaps it was because someone had touched Pandora’s Box of curses, or perhaps some survivors escaped from Qiongdi... All intermingled with sectarian strife, societal collapse, and technological wars...

But the reasons for all this were no longer important.

There was nothing left.

Xiber’s spirit had completely broken down.

She immersed herself in the fantasy world she yearned for, creating for herself a beautiful HE dream.

She cheered, jumped with joy, hopping around the ruins like she was holding a one-person apocalypse carnival.

The lines of the road still stretched out, merging smoothly at the horizon, so vast that it was heart-stopping.

They silently watched her as she suddenly tripped over a protruding rebar and smashed face-down onto the ground, emitting a muffled crack.

"Bang!"

She hit the ground.

She didn’t move.

"Xiber..." Su Ming’an reached out his hand.

She lay there, face down, her fingers tensed up, scratching the rough stone and drawing blood.

"Su Ming’an."

She on the ground suddenly let out a voice that was calm to the extreme.

Different from her previous manic laughter, her calmness was not real calm, but a proof that she had descended into ultimate madness.

She no longer treated her emotions as emotions.

"The outside world no longer exists," she said, still lying face down.

Blood slowly spread from her face, staining the stones.

"Mmm," Su Ming’an said.

"No one can come to save us now. The curse can no longer be erased, everyone... is doomed to die."

"Mmm," Su Ming’an said.

"To clean up us who generate curses, to kill us who pollute the world... that’s the best solution, like a mass extinction of a race," she said.

"..."

"In this way, the eras will change, and the creatures that are born afterward will have a chance to survive," she said. "Lord Jiu Shen was not wrong in his actions."

"What’s wrong is us, who know that surviving is a mistake yet still desperately struggle to live," she said.

She slowly got up.

Blood reddened her pale face, and even the forehead and tip of her nose were caved in, looking somewhat comical, yet he couldn’t bring himself to laugh.

Her gaze gradually became vacant, slipping down to the ground, then lifted again, silently looking at him, the light in her eyes trembling.

Looking at the collapsing Xiber, Su Ming’an couldn’t help but avert his gaze.

Looking at her, he always felt as if he was seeing a version of himself, destined to fail in the future...

Too similar.

Too similar indeed.

Suddenly, he heard a familiar voice.

It seemed to be the voice of a deity that had long disappeared...

...

"Ah, you’re here."

...

Noel opened his eyes, awakened, and rubbed his head with some annoyance.

He had been defeated in the Ancient Castle instance and lost his qualification to compete, just returning to his personal space.

He had originally thought that he would be the last person to stand against Su Ming’an in the pinnacle competitive world, but it turned out to be Su Rin.

"That guy in the black robe was Lv Shu... Hmph, no wonder he always targeted me, the three Black Beasts were all pouncing towards me. Is that necessary... Such a brainless fellow is really stubborn."

Yawning, he opened the live-streaming interface. Su Ming’an’s streaming room was at the top, with a popularity of five hundred million. The rows below were all rebroadcasts of the Number One Player’s stream.

"I’ll find a nice place to watch Su Ming’an," he said, putting on a mask and donning an overcoat that covered his entire body before going out. He settled down in a dessert shop, ordered a strawberry juice, sipping it leisurely with an easy posture.

Around him were couples of sweethearts, whispering sweet nothings to each other. The chaos of the Main God World seemed to have no effect on these lovers.

They cooed at each other, pecking and kissing, as if they were completely unrelated to the world’s future.

Noel sipped his strawberry juice, continuing to watch the stream.

In the live stream, there was Xiber, the epitome of despair. The desolate scenery of the Apocalypse lay behind her as she laughed like a madman.

...No, it would be more accurate to say she was a madman.

The barrage followed them, resembling a snowstorm that covered everything.

[The Number One Player truly lives up to the name, this Perfect Pass must be close to success, right?]

[Suddenly thought of it, Anjiang’s streaming room’s title seems to be "World Game, Vacation Online," but where is he vacationing? He always seems so dead tired every time.]

[Indeed, I think this is the toughest time yet... The other top players couldn’t withstand it and left early, Su Ming’an has always been at the most dangerous front lines, I hope nothing happens...]

[For details, refer to Edward.]

[The world has changed, and I can really feel the atmosphere has gotten a lot heavier, like witnessing a historical turning point...]

[We’re all in history now, no one can escape. Maybe we are the last batch of mankind’s history.]

[Spit out that nonsense...]

Maybe because of the recent excessive events, it had started to affect these idle spectators. Even the topics in the stream were all about the Main God World, with only a few people caring about Xiber’s World.

For most of them, their own worlds were barely hanging on; they had no spare energy to worry about the worlds of others.

A significant number of people were closely watching Su Ming’an’s mental state, terrified that he would suddenly go mad like the host of that rebroadcast stream, manifesting no signs before his breakdown. If Su Ming’an were to go mad, it would be a catastrophic blow to the current World Game.

Noel sipped his strawberry juice, watching Xiber go insane.

After watching for a while, he found it uninteresting. He only felt that this girl was too fragile, too manic. If it were Su Ming’an, surely he would be countless times stronger than her...

Well, it’s not good to criticize and praise at the same time.

Noel self-reflected and opened the World Forum, planning to see what nonsense these humans were up to now.

The people here couldn’t speak well, the words were unpleasant to hear, and each time some clown like Edward spouted nonsense, it was infuriating. He really didn’t like it here.

But even if he disliked it, he still wanted to see it.

The World Forum interface displayed hot posts ranked by popularity, a quick glance sufficed to understand the recent state of affairs.

[(Hot) United Group, Steward Alliance, and Human Self-rescue Research Group jointly issue a statement to protect San value. San value-related skills are classified as nuclear-weapon-grade, and no player may preemptively use them on other players, else they will be blacklisted as a threat to humanity...]

[(Hot) Rumors of Edward’s mental breakdown deemed false, United Group’s Kunugnir Science issues a statement debunking the claim.]

[(Hot) Speculation about the World Game Reincarnation theory—Where are the remaining six billion players? Have they already participated in a World Game involving one billion people, making us the seventh batch?]

[(Hot) Speculations about the Ninth World, top player Lu openly reveals information about those with special identities—]

...

Noel’s gaze swiftly swept downward, browsing the major recent events.

Upon seeing "Rumors of Edward’s mental breakdown deemed false," he snorted with laughter and sneakily sipped his strawberry juice.

The next moment, as he randomly caught sight of a post, his mocking eyes suddenly froze.

His pupils shrank, his heartbeat skipped a beat, and the strawberry juice in his mouth settled on his tongue.

...

[—— Matching of Guides and Adventurers? Speculating about the reincarnation of the Number One Player!]

...

His expression remained unchanged, continuing to scroll at the same pace, revealing nothing unusual, though his heart was filled with complex emotions.

...He should have guessed that this day would come.

He wasn’t clear about the conditions for Su Ming’an’s return, but he could vaguely guess some of it, having already probed the inconsistencies in Su Ming’an’s attitude through various means.

Although these statements are currently nonsense, it cannot be said that the organizers have not yet noticed them.

...Who would suddenly ponder—"Could this ant retrace my time?" while playing with an ant at their doorstep.

However, if more and more clues emerge...

He took another sip, draining the last of the strawberry juice from his cup.

Leaving the dessert shop, he stood at the street corner.

On the street, the flow of people was noticeably reduced, and the previously bustling viewing experience had quieted down. Rather than watching games in public places where someone might go mad at any moment, they preferred to gather safely at home.

Noel stood there for a while, then suddenly muttered to himself.

"...It’s so cold."

He looked up.

The simulated firmament hung above him like a pot.

The weather in January was very cold. Dragon Country seemed to be approaching New Year’s Eve, which was on January 31 this year. Discussions in Dragon Country suggested inviting a group of former great artists to recreate the Dragon Country Spring Festival Gala on Zhai Xing.

He stood quietly at the street corner, the icy wind tousling his blond hair.

The street in front of him was desolate and empty, like an abandoned alley.

"...It’s too cold." After a moment, he spoke again.

Suddenly, he turned his head and saw a graceful woman.

She smiled warmly, exuding an approachable aura, her rose-colored hair spilling over her narrow shoulders.

She approached him naturally, draping a coat over his shoulders.

"Dear ’Watcher,’" the woman said, "we would like to invite you to a place."

...

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