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Chapter six hundred and seventy-nine happy new year.(2/2)

——Is Su Mingan still a human?

He thought he had gradually seen through Su Ming'an, a traveler from another world. He treated Su Ming'an like an elder and wanted to help this nineteen-year-old youth go on, but he never thought... that one day he would be treated like a god by Su Ming'an.

Shocked by calmness.

Even before his death, Su Mingan was able to perform calmly even under extreme pain in order to ensure that his death would not be interrupted.

...How strong is his heart?

"..." Su Lin completely let go of her hand.

He couldn't say a word. He couldn't take his eyes away from Su Mingan's bloodshot eyes. He saw the layers of tombstones and the river of memories formed by countless timelines.

The young man in front of him used his resilience to weave a cage of disguise, letting his active expression of self turn into a butterfly dancing in the cage, turning his independent suffering into a beautiful performance.

No one can understand this beautiful scene. Everyone's sight is superficial. They only see the arrogance and success of the performer. See him as high as he is, see him as smooth sailing, see him as invincible and unstoppable, see him as omniscient and omnipotent as a god.

And the drama never ends. It is called "Player One", a delicate and grand drama that is popular among the public. Everyone is amazed and excited to hear it.

And behind the curtain, in the corners where the light does not shine, on other abandoned stages, the performers tear off the costumes that are stuck in the flesh and blood, and step on the piles of his own bones.

...He is only nineteen years old.

Su Lin suddenly understood - Su Ming'an must have experienced such profound despair and failure countless times before he could calm down enough to figure out how to start over.

His ideals are far from being described as "grand" or "terrifying".

"Cluster" sounded softly.

Su Mingan pushed away the soldier who blocked him, and placed his finger on his temple without any hindrance.

Bright red blood flowed down, and amidst the exclamations of the soldiers, Su Lin saw Su Ming'an's expression, tired, sad, and determined. Su Ming'an's calmness was incompatible with everyone's sadness, and death did not even bring him too much pain.

"You're too tired." Su Lin said.

Whether it's standing on the stage, looking like a dog to the organizer in the eyes of everyone, or going deep into the shadows, dying over and over again until you get used to it.

Su Lin supported him, and frost fell on his face, making his face as white as snow.

"...Did you see it?" Su Mingan's breath gradually dissipated.

"Um."

"Then I'm... happy." Su Mingan said, "Although... it's just this time."

He showed a genuine smile.

Such warmth, relief, and reassurance were like finding the smile of a fellow traveler. Su Lin saw it on his face for the first time.

He silently supported Su Ming'an until the young man lost all breath. He knew that this rescue was very difficult. Su Ming'an was in such a state in the early morning that it was almost impossible to succeed.

However, Su Mingan's original intention to clear the level perfectly is to try his best to save everything. If it does not conflict with the level, he will save it.

Not only Yue Yue, but also if Lu Shu or Noel died, he would save them. Even though it might take several times, maybe even dozens of times this time. But the cost of going back is just that he would suffer pain.

The least valuable thing for him, the easiest thing to pay for, is his death and his pain.

Tredia is right, he obviously has feelings, but he seems to have no feelings. Part of the reason why he saved Yue Yue is because she is more helpful when she is alive, because his emotions can be more stable when she is alive.

He needs information about the key to the gods' camp, and he needs to kill Edward completely - but so what?

So what?

Go save her, he is human.

If he didn't save her, he would be a god.

Although his actions to save her after the performance were more like an extremely calm "god", he is still human.

He is not a wise man who has understood reincarnation and seen through life and death. He is just an ordinary student who is also afraid of death. He will feel despair because of the passing of others - he is just a human being.

He is just a human being who wants to identify with his own behavior, but always feels hesitant. He doesn't want to lose again, but keeps losing.

He empathizes with the NPCs and the possessed people. He uses them and deceives them. He is so cold-blooded that everything is measured by the clearance percentage. He is so impassive that he looks down upon the sacrifice of millions of soldiers and civilians. He has no way out. He always

Lonely, yet he will still cry in the abandoned archives and struggle in the deep sea of ​​memories that others cannot see.

But he is only human.

Her road is still long, at least until all humans are rescued, at least until he becomes a hero. She recalls her long and splendid journey, listening to him playing the piano, until she really reaches the end of the road... That will be the end.

The captain of Theseus's ship struggled to survive in the storm, and struggled to survive under the gaze of thunder. When he was in extreme pain, he dropped a heavy "anchor" in the deep sea. It may be an unbreakable bond like family ties.

Maybe it's a lifeline for a drowning person.

——What separates "people" from "programs" is whether they need this kind of spiritual anchor.



【Did I help you this time?】



Su Mingan closed her eyes.

--some.

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