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Chapter 774 - 772: "Su Ming’an, Give Up.

Chapter 774: Chapter 772: "Su Ming’an, Give Up.

From the standpoint of a deity, he was without fault.

To ensure the survival of his own civilization, by depriving another of their existence, possessed complete legitimacy—for in the Ruined World, the deity was seen as an unforgivable invader, but within his own civilization, he was the Savior who would prevent their collapse.

One man’s poison is another man’s honey; such is the war.

"Su Ming’an, this world is like a box, cloaking another box, even if we escape this box... we are still inside other boxes," the deity said to Su Ming’an:

"There are countless who chase after the dawn, yet only a select few become the dawn. We are fortunate to be among the latter, we have become the ’Dawn’ itself in people’s eyes."

"I actually value you highly, you and I are so similar, like another side of a mirror. You are much younger than I am, and I believe that given enough time, you could surpass me."

"I find you very intriguing, your past, your ideals, they all pique my curiosity, like the unsolved mysteries in the scientific world that mankind chases."

"I hope you will stay by my side. If you agree to stay, I wouldn’t mind sparing these players; they can continue on their journey."

The words of the deity were slow and prolonged. Su Ming’an gradually ascended the steps, now only three steps away from the deity in the wheelchair. Bathed in light together, they resembled two figures draped in dazzling neon garments.

The torrential rain pounded vigorously against the floor-to-ceiling glass behind the deity, like an overflowing galaxy from the heavens playing a stirring symphony, creating a bewitching haziness.

Some players had already shown a thirst for mercy, lying prostrate on the ground, emitting "woo woo" sounds from puddles—they did not want to end up as point-drained blank slates. Since the defeat was irredeemable, it might be better for Su Ming’an to...

"Are you persuading me to become an Observer, to stay forever in this instance, to be your dog?" Su Ming’an spoke up.

"’Without being a dog, how can one save others?’ Don’t you understand this principle, Su Ming’an? Isn’t it as difficult for you as it is for me to sit in the place of the Ruler?" said the deity.

Su Ming’an’s gaze slightly trembled.

The deity knew more than he had imagined.

He took another step forward, finally reaching the same level of the platform as the deity. The mechanical beings around them displayed mocking expressions—the highest leader of the Ruined World had ultimately chosen to surrender.

Bulky crimson hoses trailed behind Su Ming’an, rumbling as he moved. He reached the spot directly in front of the deity, standing very close now.

"So, you have finally decided to stay?" the deity asked.

"I have one last question for you," said Su Ming’an.

"Go ahead."

"Are you truly Yasa Acto?" Su Ming’an asked.

Facing Su Ming’an’s question, the deity curled his lips but did not laugh again. He calmly looked at Su Ming’an, silent.

The hall fell into a brief silence; there seemed to be an invisible barrier between the stage and the rest. Some players lowered their heads, silently lamenting the lack of a Su Ming’an who could save them.

"—I told you before, humans from the Ruined World are prone to infighting, lacking unity, and always targeting their own heroes." Below the stage, a large mechanical being pointed at Su Ming’an and laughed loudly: "There he goes, surrendering? What’s this about a final question, it’s just the last bit of dignity he’s clinging to..."

The other mechanical beings burst into laughter. They reveled in the joy of victory in war; some thought about how to bring their children over; others curiously surveyed their surroundings. Without exception, their laughter was filled with jubilation, exuberance.

Amidst the mockery-laden laughter, Su Ming’an’s eyelashes trembled slightly.

Behind him, ripples of light faintly shimmered, as if jellyfish floated in the background.

In the next moment.

"Boom—!!"

A fierce blast thundered open like a sudden peal of thunder.

The laughter stopped abruptly as the mechanical beings stepped back in terror, staring at the stage now shrouded in light. All one could see was a shower of light raining down on the stage, with only the flickering shadows barely visible through the luminous downpour, tearing through the air!

The assembled floating cannons glowed in the midst of the air, like a divine hammer falling from the heavens, striking with earth-shattering force.

Purple Grade Weapon, the Floating Cannon, was silent until it moved, and when it did, it was a shock to the senses.

"Crackle, crackle—!!"

The ground caved in, a torrential downpour flooded in, and the sound of explosions echoed throughout the hall.

The scene shifted abruptly from extreme stillness to extreme motion, with the mechanical beings dodging and hiding. They never imagined that Su Ming’an would suddenly, without warning, strike at a Deity—a move with such commotion!

"Swish!"

A shadow flashed across the stage; it was the Deity, protected by a Defensive Barrier.

He sat calmly on the stage, unmoved like a mountain amidst the whirling storm of floating cannon fire, his clothes still perfectly smooth.

"It’s useless," the Deity said, his expression tranquil. He had anticipated this; Su Ming’an had approached him intending a final strike. With the most advanced technology of the Ruined World at his command, there was no way he could be killed when he was well prepared.

They were both of the same kind, how could they betray their ideals after just a few words?

"Give up, Su Ming’an," the Deity still tried to persuade.

He was too lonely, ever since he had been fixed onto the effigy, no one around could understand him. But meeting Su Ming’an was like looking into a mirror; if there was someone who could understand his every action, he might not have been driven so deep by guilt and bewilderment...

But if Su Ming’an chose to agree with him, then that mirror would also be broken.

"Su Ming’an..." the Deity began to speak.

Su Ming’an glanced at the unharmed Deity and suddenly turned around.

The floating cannons behind him swept towards a different direction, like a scythe cutting grass!

At that moment, the Deity’s face finally changed.

"Aaaaah—!!" The mechanical beings who had just been laughing never expected the floating cannons to aim at them. They screamed in terror.

"Save us!"

"No!!!"

"Run for your lives! Save us, oh Deity, save us!!"

One by one, like dogs floundering in a pond, they were blasted apart by the energy wave. As soon as a touch of that fierce white light touched them, they couldn’t escape a shattered fate!

If the machines were destroyed, their consciousness would also utterly cease to exist!

"Stop it! Su Ming’an, stop!" The Deity never imagined Su Ming’an would dare to do this—after all, beneath them, apart from the mechanical beings, there were also so many Ruined World soldiers caught in slumber! With that single blast from Su Ming’an, he was also blowing up thousands of his own people—how could he dare...

However.

"Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh—"

At that moment, dense, overlapping silk threads enveloped each human of the Ruined World, shielding them. The golden-haired boy opened his eyes that sparkled with a bright light, his fingers laced with these complex threads, blocking the blasts that would have hit the people of the Ruined World.

His deep blue eyes brimmed with mockery towards the deities. Noel, who once schemed against the gods using a human guise, was not afraid of the current situation.

Thanks to the "Puppet Threads" Skill, Noel never worried about losing himself—whether it was becoming a red-eyed vessel invaded by a god, or falling into emotional resonance, he could control his escape. Now was no exception.

Su Ming’an was in charge of blasting those brazen Invaders to death, while he was responsible for protecting his fellow humans from the aftermath. One in attack, one in defense, their coordination required no words to form a perfect union.

"Stop!"

The deity raised a hand, and in an instant, Su Ming’an felt a heaviness in his body as intense emotions rushed in fiercely from the crimson tube behind him.

The previously inert crimson tube was reactivated and crazily lunged at him, attempting to drag him back into the throes of emotional resonance to halt his killing spree.

But Su Ming’an forcibly resisted these negative emotions backflooding into his brain, his Sword of Yarman slashing relentlessly, as if struggling within fierce flames.

He did not understand so-called program freedom, nor did he want to explore the philosophy between humans and synthetic beings, or whether the feelings of AI were born from a so-called free will or shaped by emotional modules—he only knew that before him were Invaders who had long coveted the Ruined World.

He hacked away at these mechanical beings in a self-destructive frenzy, physiological tears on his face uncontrollable, weeping and chopping madly, blood and tears intertwining as if Acto’s wrath was one with his own.

"Stop!"

"Stop, do not attack them! Don’t think about killing my companions!"

The deity’s overflowing wrath reverberated in the echoes of the tubes, and Su Ming’an’s wrist trembled, shaken by the impact that forced him to cough up blood.

The icy-white hall had been stained with various colors, with iron-gray metallic debris lying scattered around, and paint-smelling blue blood floating in puddles.

Su Ming’an turned back to glance at the angry deity, the first time he had ever seen a god so out of control, like a furious lion.

...Yes, they were indeed the same.

Only full of affection for their own civilization, only deeply in love with their home soil, only yearning for their own companions. As for the rest, it was none of their concern.

They were both too tired, having burnt themselves to ashes. How could ashes be reignited? Deep down, all that was left was a wasteland with only the will to let the majority survive remaining, no extra strength to care about the fate of other civilizations.

—If there was truly no other way out, who would want to become a "deity" burdened with the lives and sins of billions?

"Stop! Stop!"

Watching the deity lose all rationality, Su Ming’an finally seized the opportunity; his floating gun behind him suddenly converged and aimed in the direction of the deity, firing the last strike—

A loud boom.

"Boom!!!"

The podium shattered to pieces, all the scenes melted into the brilliant white light, enveloping the figure of the god. Su Ming’an did not wait for the gunfire to end and immediately turned to run outside.

He needed to get in touch with Commander Mu immediately, for this was the only chance to turn the situation around.

Ever since the deity appeared, Commander Mu had gone silent, so he had to distance himself from the god.

But a hasty escape would not work, as it would expose his weaknesses. Only by engaging the god in such trouble could he dare to flee.

"Da, da, da, da."

He stepped over puddles, over shattered metal debris, and past the soldiers and players who looked at him in a daze.

Their gazes mixed with confusion, incomprehension, anger, and sadness.

It was as if they were silently questioning—

Why are you running away?

Why can you run away?

"Bang!"

Su Ming’an’s expression remained unchanged as he darted into a corridor that was about to collapse. He didn’t know where the corridor led, he could only run outward.

"Da, da, da."

The winding, deep corridor revealed no end, offering only darkness and a few puddles reflecting light on the ground. He ran through the corridor with difficulty, his steps heavy, dragging hundreds of tubes that chewed on his back. They made hoarse collision and friction sounds with each collision that echoed in his ears.

Thirty seconds later, he quickly felt out of breath. The tubes made a shrill noise and squeezed towards him, probably because the deity had escaped the barrage and had issued the order to move against him.

"Mu team! Mu team!" he called out, but Mu team still did not respond.

The tubes wrapped tighter and tighter around him, like a deep red beast swallowing him whole. Loneliness and despair filled his mind with negative emotions, like being tied by the legs and sunk into the depths of the sea. All that was in front of him now was a corridor like a black hole.

For a moment, he was tempted by the thought of death reverting. But if he started over, he would most likely completely perish in the new wave of empathetic reactions.

Some things, even death cannot escape.

At this moment, suddenly a series of footsteps came from slanting ground.

"!"

Su Ming’an became alert and immediately retreated in the opposite direction, his five senses already impaired, and the images reflected on his retina extremely blurry.

In the darkness, he couldn’t see who the other person was, but they must be an enemy; there couldn’t be an ally here to meet him.

He had never even hoped that someone would come to save him from his dire situation.

The light from his wristwatch rose, illuminating the contours of vintage paintings on the corridor walls and the crimson wallpaper embroidered with a golden crest. It also illuminated a strand of the other person’s floating white hair.

"You..."

Before Su Ming’an could speak, the person approached quickly, suddenly reached out, and desperately peeled off the tubes that clung like leeches, barely allowing Su Ming’an to breathe. Then, holding Su Ming’an who was bound by the tubes, he ran forward desperately, as if trying to forcibly extract Su Ming’an from the dark depths of the sea.

"Crack—crack!"

It was like forcibly pulling a beating hot heart out of the chest cavity, with dozens of tubes like blood vessels flowing with blood, getting torn one by one, ripped apart inch by inch.

The person held Su Ming’an, allowing his white hair to float in the air behind his head.

His coat fluttered, and a refreshing scent of cedarwood slowly dissipated into the air.