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Chapter 790 - 788: BE24: "Mirror

Chapter 790: Chapter 788: BE24: "Mirror

The fiery red twilight scattered, tearing the endless night apart.

In the explosions of fiery light, the Mechanical Army melted like butter, spilling everywhere. A hand reached out from the flames, "click," "click," the Mechanical Army on both sides of Su Ming’an melted from the fire and fell down.

Su Ming’an leaned backward, caught by the person in the flames. He turned his head and, as expected, saw the retired entertainer who was the dedicated service committee member for Number One Player’s successful clearance.

Su Rin was still in his same old khaki trench coat, which had several cracks likely caused by the chaos of spatial streams.

"You said before that you would help me, but with one word from the deity, you were sent away," Su Ming’an said. "What did the deity tell you? What made you prefer to flee rather than to restrain him?"

"I didn’t really run; I was just fooling the deity. I had almost touched upon some clues, but you got yourself into this mess, so I had to come back specially to save you," said Su Rin.

It was like he was just about to reach the enemy base in a wild game when he turned around and saw his own base had been stolen.

If Su Ming’an hadn’t threatened him with "Pulaya," causing him to guess that Su Ming’an was in a desperate situation, he wouldn’t have come back.

"Is that so?" Su Ming’an felt relieved. Finally, there was some relatively good news.

Su Rin stared at him for a glance, then quickly averted his gaze.

"It’s you again, red hair," the deity said, upon seeing Su Rin’s sudden appearance. "If you don’t leave, you will regret it."

"Black hair, when did you sell the world’s Source to the organizers?" Su Rin suddenly asked.

"I don’t understand what you’re saying; the world’s Source has always been in my hands," the deity said, raising an eyebrow in surprise at Su Rin’s accusation.

"Is that so? Then why has the Ruined World become an instance? The Source of Pulaya’s world has never been in my hands, and I don’t know who took it away. But observing the dimensions of the Ruined World, there’s not a trace of the Source’s presence," Su Rin questioned. "And you, who call yourself a ’deity,’ I’ve guessed who you are. Aren’t you feeling the slightest bit of guilt for how you’ve treated the Ruined World?"

"Why feel guilty? That’s not my civilization," the deity scoffed. "It has fallen so far as to become a part of world games. You, a god built up by the lives of the masses, what right do you have to judge me? During your time in Yun Shang City, you felt guilty for a full sixty years, didn’t you?"

"Shut up!"

Su Rin’s dark past had been revealed, and a rare anger finally appeared on his face. He flipped his wrist as if to attack the deity’s soul.

In the midst of the light, Yamada Machiichi, cradling Noel’s corpse, tried to find a safe place. And within his line of sight, Su Ming’an was bent over, dragging the body of Lin Guang, step by step towards the crimson tubing.

"...Wait, Su Ming’an, what are you doing!" Before Su Rin could exchange a few more words with the deity, he saw Su Ming’an heading toward the crimson tubing.

In the torrential rain, Su Ming’an appeared very frail. Those protruding bones and the wounds stained deep black, all showed he was out of energy. Even so, he was still dragging Lin Guang’s body, step by step towards the crimson tubing, as if walking into the blood-red hell.

...Those tubes were like leeches. Now that Lin Guang was dead, as soon as Su Ming’an got close to them, they immediately approached like clinging pythons.

Su Rin wanted to stop him, and so did the deity. Both of them rushed towards Su Ming’an’s direction at the same time, only to engage each other in a fight, neither managing to stop Su Ming’an.

After gaining control of the central government building, the deity had been equipped with the most advanced technological weapons of the Ruined World. In the offensive and defensive struggle, the deity and Su Rin were at a stalemate, both suspended in midair.

"Move aside! Do you want him to die?" the deity yelled coldly.

"Hm?" Su Rin realized. "You also want to stop him? Then whatever he’s doing must be good, and I won’t let you through."

The deity waved his hand, and several steel cannons fired simultaneously at Su Rin. Su Rin’s flames also firmly guarded the central area. On one side was the mysterious side’s light and flames, while on the other was the technological side’s bombs and bullets. The Particle Shield and Fire Shield overlapped and twinkled in the air, like a splendid fireworks show.

Su Ming’an couldn’t pay attention to the two deities fighting. He finally dragged Lin Guang’s body among the crimson tubing.

"—No!! If he undergoes resonance again, Su Ming’an will die! Su Ming’an cannot die!!" the deity suddenly erupted, blasting Su Rin away and reaching out towards Su Ming’an.

However, the next moment, the tubing had already enveloped Su Ming’an’s figure.

Countless illusions began to appear before Su Ming’an, just like when he had resonated with Acto. This was a voluntary resonance.

He would become the "Lin Guang" from the memories.

Amid layers of crimson tubing, Su Ming’an took one last look at Lin Guang, the white-haired youth still had his eyes closed, looking more peaceful in death than when alive, as if he had finally found sleep.

The Hanfu had long been stained by the cold rain and blood, with detailed embroidery of white rust, pine cranes, and bamboo leaves on the silk fabric, an ensemble that always reminded Su Ming’an of someone familiar.

"Lin Guang..." Su Ming’an whispered.

He truly had never... never understood this person.

He did not understand this person’s background, this person’s story, this person’s original nature, or anything at all.

Ruined World, one of the Nine Thrones, one of the administrator accounts, Lin Guang. What was it that you clung to, and why do you exist? You and Lv Shu, what was...?

Su Ming’an gazed at Lin Guang’s pale face and slowly closed his eyes.

...

"What’s your name...?"

Even though your senses were not quite clear, you heard a voice call out to you.

"From now on, you’ll be called Lin Guang."

Light faintly poured into your pupils, you sat up trying to find the source of the voice, but didn’t see anyone.

This was the origin of your birth. You crawled out of the hibernation capsule, remembering nothing.

You pushed the door open and saw a city blessed with sunlight - ginkgo trees and gardens rooting in spring, crimson butterflies dancing before your eyes. You vaguely knew that this was your city, called the City of Gods, eternally spring.

You looked into the mirror and saw a solemn, cold face, with the angles of the eyebrows, eyes, and mouth all rigid as if frozen. You felt a certain dislike for your white hair and face, which always gave you a sense of unreality.

You began living alone in this deserted city.

The void inside you always caused panic; sometimes, standing in the corridors of the City of Gods, looking at the long hallway like a tunnel, you felt you were continuously losing something, as if you had become a ghost.

You seemed to be searching for a person.

Who was that person?

...

There was always a pleasant voice by your ear, that voice self-proclaimed to be a "Deity."

Without common sense, without memory, not even knowing what morality was, it was the Deity who taught you how to behave in society. He told you to complete a "prequel plot," to develop the world into a state suitable for a catastrophe 32 years later.

Despite having the power to dominate ten human settlements, to control the destiny of the remaining humanity, you were like a child without fully formed morals.

In any situation, you had a certain way to deal with it, to "activate," to "respond." Or rather, you were more like a "program" made up of zeros and ones, only capable of producing results through standardized thinking.

Without the right people to teach you, without companionship, without someone telling you - what you should do.

If someone could have guided you from the beginning, maybe you really could have grown into a morally decent person according to common notions.

But there was none.

The only one guiding you was a deity with ulterior motives.

...

"Boom—Boom—Boom—!!!"

The sound of bombing erupted, and Su Ming’an coughed up blood, suddenly forced out of the state of resonance.

His eyes snapped open, and to his surprise, the crimson tube before him had been blown apart. Su Rin clung onto the tube with one hand while forcefully pulling Su Ming’an out with the other, attempting to extract him from within.

"Don’t... save me," Su Ming’an coughed up another mouthful of blood.

"Not save you? Should I just watch you die in resonance?" Su Rin said coldly, her hands never ceasing their effort.

"Yes," Su Ming’an grasped Su Rin’s hands, "Let me go."

"Calm down! I have a way to get you out. It doesn’t matter if the Ninth World has failed," Su Rin said.

"Let go!" Su Ming’an hurled a spatial vibration at her, forcing Su Rin to release her grip. Watching Su Ming’an burrow back into the tube like a mole, Su Rin sighed, "You’re still crazy."

Crazy?

No.

He was the calmest he had ever been now.

Su Ming’an closed his eyes, intending to sink back into resonance, but he sensed the surrounding crimson tubes willingly release him.

With his eyes barely open, he saw the Deity standing not far away, tearing those tubes apart. The Deity was actually saving him too.

"Su Ming’an, you cannot die," the Deity uttered a cryptic sentence, beckoning with his hand. The walls of the central tower began to morph, and barrels of steel guns extended out, barraging Su Rin with a relentless onslaught.

Amidst the storm of bullets, Su Rin retreated slightly, exiting the range of fire enveloped in flames.

The Deity then said to Su Ming’an with a smile:

"I won’t let you die."

"Now that ’Noel’ is dead, I won’t let you die either."

Su Ming’an was momentarily stunned.

... What does that mean?

In the midst of the downpour, the Deity drew nearer:

"Between you and this ’Noel,’ only one could have the chance to turn the tables. Now that he’s dead, I am certain he did not possess this opportunity – so it must be you, then. Guess why I can’t let you die?"

Su Ming’an’s pupils constricted. He immediately flipped his hand over, ready to unleash a spatial vibration on himself, but the Deity waved his hand, producing a Defensive Barrier that dissipated the spatial disturbance quickly.

Seeing this, the viewers in the live stream chat were either confused or had sudden realizations.

"You—!"

Su Ming’an tried to lift his hand and use annihilation to commit suicide, but the Deity abruptly pressed down on his arm, preventing any action.

"Crack, crack, crack," the sound of bones cracking came from his shoulder. With his spirit blurred, Su Ming’an could only vaguely see the Deity’s excited eyes.

"If I were you, I wouldn’t struggle so hard..." the Deity whispered, a tinge of envy in his gaze as he looked at Su Ming’an, his deep grey eyes reflecting Su Ming’an’s face.

Their gazes met, and Su Ming’an felt a moment of dizziness. This eye contact gave him a sensation akin to blood relation, as if looking into a mirror.

"You’re truly lucky, Su Ming’an. I always thought it was Noel, but it turned out to be you. If it weren’t for your suicidal move just now, I wouldn’t dare to be certain," the Deity stared intently at Su Ming’an’s eyes, "It’s so unfair – you have this kind of ability, how can I defeat you? We are the same, why should you be luckier than me?"

"What are you talking about?" Regardless of what the Deity said, Su Ming’an consistently denied it.

"Luckily, I noticed it at the last moment," the Deity said with a faint smile, his words like a cold, sharp needle, "This ’Noel’ was indeed clever, even devising a plan to switch identities with you through some ’code word’ communication, right? Despite knowing you had this authority, he did not exploit it; instead, he willingly acted as your backup, how foolish... "

The Deity lowered his voice, "If it were me, I would have used hypnosis and brainwashing to make you my sharpest sword, eliminating all my concerns and using your authority to rectify all my regrets."

Su Ming’an’s eyes were wide open.

... Deity.

... This self-proclaimed Deity, this invader... his wisdom...

"Boom—!!!!!"

Fire exploded. Su Rin stood in mid-air, yelling at the Deity, "What kind of unsightly secrets are you whispering about! Get lost!"

The Deity, however, did not dodge and focused only on dragging Su Ming’an away. With a burst of spatial luminescence, they vanished from the spot.

...

"Cough, cough, cough..." Su Ming’an kept coughing up blood.

As the teleportation light flickered, the Deity arrived in an operating room.

It was apparent that the Deity was in a hurry, treasuring Su Ming’an’s life even more than Su Ming’an himself. As Su Ming’an coughed up a few more mouthfuls of blood, various medical devices were immediately brought over.

"I won’t let you die, I won’t let you die..." the Deity quickly injected a life-sustaining potion into Su Ming’an’s arm, attempting to save his life. Just hearing these few sentences, one might think the Deity harbored deep feelings for him.

"Su Ming’an, you really are lucky, why do you have so many chances..." the Deity murmured softly.

"I don’t understand what you’re saying," Su Ming’an kept denying.

"Su Ming’an, although we’re the same, why do you have this ability..."

"I don’t understand," Su Ming’an denied.

"Su Ming’an..."

"..."

The blood at his lips was coughed up more and more, as Su Ming’an’s vision turned pitch black and his body was in so much pain that he couldn’t catch his breath. He thought that probably Noah and Sen, before they died due to Emotional Resonance, had endured such agony.

When a person is about to die, the last sense to fade is hearing.

In his final moments of consciousness, he heard the Deity’s voice.

... Pleas, intense envy, despair, unwillingness, almost hating and angry, these sounds.

While speaking words to preserve his life, the Deity’s tone was filled with nothing but hate.

"Don’t allow death, don’t die..."

"Su Ming’an, how can you die, how will I win if you return... "

"Why, when we are the same..."

...

Death rewind.

Su Ming’an opened his eyes, but saw nothing.

Blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, and all he could hear were resonance and whispering.