——It turns out that this red-eyed Noel body is

Just a puppet controlled by Noel's conscious soul,

It was his capital that allowed him to deceive the trust of the gods and go deep into dangerous places.

It was he who risked his life to obtain the unknown explorer's credentials.

It is the thread of his soul that pierces his body every life.

He is the real - [Puppet Master].

The thread controls not only his weapons and enemies... but also himself.

"..."

Su Mingan raised his head and saw the blond boy standing in the wind and snow.

The fluttering blond hair is as beautiful as the feathers of the golden crow in mythology. When blown by the cold wind, it looks like a water bird flying across the lake.

"Okay, you will achieve three levels of perfection." Noel smiled: "Happy New Year, Ming'an."

Everyone had only seen the red-eyed Noel before, thinking that he had lost his mind due to the invasion of [Tavi]. No one saw that behind the curtain was the puppet master who calmly manipulated his own physical performance.

——He is the second player, how could he be confused by whispers?

He just chose the most dangerous infiltration method, handed over his body, and firmly held his soul until this moment.

He didn't know whether Su Ming'an's authority was a timeline jump, and he wasn't even 100% sure that it was a relapse after death. It was very likely that he wouldn't even be able to hold on to his soul, and would be completely invaded.

But he knew that only this method could truly help Su Ming'an, who was at the core of the crisis.

This is a textbook message delivery, a perfect Mission Impossible mission.

…

【This is humanity’s second player.】

…

"Su Mingan, I have lost all the qualifications to pass the level perfectly, so I will raise my hands high and lift you up into the sky..." Noel did not say the second half of the sentence.

What he wants to say is that only in this way can the 'number one player', who has god-like authority over time and is the only one who can truly compete with higher dimensions, enter a brand new world where there is no dead end.

He has always been a bold gambler, a crazy and rational adventurer.

A golden bird flying towards freedom, sitting high in the sky and never falling.

"…Thank you, Noel."

Su Mingan responded.

Noel smiled.

His eyes were filled with bubbles of happiness.

The laughter was weak, as if it was melting away with the dark sky and earth——

"Ming'an - I was still a little unsure before. I need you to inform me about the next clue when you go back. Remember, [shaking your head means scenario simulation, waving your hand means retracing the time, hugging means rewinding after death, and saying hello means loading the archive.

]"

Noel's words sounded incomprehensible, but Su Mingan understood them.

"I see."

Noel stood up, stopped looking at Su Mingan, and looked into the dark sky.

He opened his arms high, and his laughter was as free as the wind. It seemed as if a hot flame was burning his body, like the clear sky slowly blooming in the sky——

"spring is coming……"

…

Su Mingan raised his hand and stabbed his temple, then closed his eyes.

Next week.

Su Ming'an opened his eyes, stopped Tredia from detonating the bomb, deflected the light, rescued Yamada Machichi, and turned back just like the previous one.

Under the rippling moonlight of the high-rise building, a blond magician stepped on a black crow and appeared outside the window with blood-red eyes:

"Hello, I am a guest from the City of Gods. The owner here has left. I will take this opportunity to take you away..."

next moment,

——Su Mingan took a step forward without hesitation and hugged Noel.

[Shaking your head is a scene simulation, waving your hand is a timed retracement, a hug is a death retrieval, and saying hello is a retrieval of the archive]

…

【Hugging is the return of death.】

…

At this moment, a piece of "information" spanned two unrelated projects, reversed the cycle of archives, and jumped freely in the long river of time. In this embrace, the two isolated islands that could not communicate suddenly understood each other's feelings.

hint.

"Ah..." Noel responded softly.

He understands.

A few days ago, he had already given himself a psychological hint. If he could get in touch with Su Ming'an, he must control himself to say "shaking your head is a scene simulation, waving your hand is a timed retracement, a hug is a death rollback, and greeting is a retrieval of archives."

】This sentence.

He thought that he himself should have said this sentence last week.

That's why Su Mingan hugged him.

...It turns out that Su Ming'an's authority is the return of death.

He got it.

He knew what he should do further.

——Between Zhou Mu and Zhou Mu, they gradually complete the information they possess... He will jump into the time flow of Su Ming'an, the dead returner, as an ordinary human being.

No high-dimensional creature can know the meaning of their embrace across the universe - this is an "absolutely concealed" information transmission linking different universes with human wisdom.

With pure human wisdom, defeating the gods...who says it's impossible?

…

Wisdom is the eternal burning torch of mankind.

…

"Whoa", Noel let go of the soul thread that controlled his body, and his eyes temporarily turned from bright red to blue.

Su Ming'an put her fingers on his back, holding him so hard that it seemed to tighten his soul.

It was like hugging a warm sun, Su Mingan's whole body was trembling slightly, like a frozen survivor who had just recovered from the snow.

His fingers tightened, as if he were hugging a burning firewood.

The isolated islands hug each other tightly, and the drowning people are desperate to survive.

"..."

Humans are a very peculiar race.

They despise authority, are ashamed of being obedient and obedient, are rebellious by nature and do not want to be insulted... Some people are born with a rebellious streak and will never give in.

——This kind of rebellion makes them experience death but finally gain something, makes them crazy for rescue and beg for mercy, makes them go through fire and water and get what they want.

——It makes them resist constantly even though they are ruled by high-dimensional people, and makes them desperately turn around to save people who should be unable to be saved.

——So that even if they know that they may die, they still fearlessly cut their souls to send messages across their eyes...

It even allowed the forerunners to meet each other until the eighteenth week when winter was over.

Su Mingan fought to the death for eighteen weeks... just because he was rebellious and refused to accept his fate. He wanted to leave no one behind.

He said "I'm sorry" so many times, not just to see her cry and say it didn't matter before she died.

"[We will meet many people in this life, and our fate is as fragile as dew.]" Noel talked about the sentences in "Dust Song", as if he was talking to him in secret: "[Only with you, like dew.]"

It is an endless river.】"

"[When the two rivers converge and merge into the waterfall, even the mist that obscures the view will fade away.]" Su Mingan responded.

He thought of that Christmas Eve in Yunshang City, when Noel clicked on the death flashback, so that his soul, which was on the verge of erosion, would be saved safely by Su Ming'an in the next week. This move was like a stroke of genius.

At that time, Noel crossed the two weeks before and after that were beyond the reach of humans, controlled the time power belonging to the gods, and achieved perfect self-rescue.

Today's New Year's Eve is also a snowy night.

The third-line deadlock could not be successfully saved no matter what. Su Mingan, who fell into despair, walked through sixteen weeks and suddenly looked back in the wind and snow——

The blond boy was smiling at him in the snow, holding the password to break the game.

…
To be continued...