Noel looked at the scene around him.

The withered flowers had bloomed again, the ferris wheel had resumed its operation, exuding vibrant life—this vitality burned from his body.

A blond youth walked toward him, his long hair draped chaotically down his waist.

"What do you think of the Azure Phoenix Tribe?" Noel opened the panel, "The Merfolk Clan seems not bad either..."

"Not great." Dieying stared at Noel.

What he felt was an indescribable emotion, whether it was envy or jealousy, appreciation or hatred, longing or aversion, even he himself didn't understand.

"Oh... there's actually a Strawberry Tribe! If I choose the Strawberry Tribe, will it give Su Ming'an a big shock?" Noel looked at the panel.

"What does that have to do with me?" Dieying stood with arms crossed.

"We at least talked for a few days. Give me some advice. O Cosmic Adventurer, which race should I choose?"

"Why don't you let me devour you, it's more realistic."

Noel smiled helplessly: "Didn't you bring this up from the start? It's just that we both have things we can't let go of, we can't gamble on who will survive in the end."

"You are me, and I am you; it doesn't matter who survives," said Dieying.

Upon hearing this, Noel looked surprised, reaching out to pinch Dieying's face as if questioning its thickness: "If you genuinely think this way, you wouldn't have rescued me from the explosion in the Old Divine Palace and then tried to devour me right away... If back then you didn't realize my strong will, you probably would've been counterattacked, you would've done it long ago."

He thrust with his legs, swinging on the swing.

The mottled wave of light from the ferris wheel draped over his shoulders; his hair ends diffused with rainbow hues as he swung high. In Dieying's eyes flickered reflected colorful fragments.

He silently gazed at Noel, whose expression was so free and vibrant, unlike his own.

Clearly, he was the same as him, but the difference was so huge. Noel's pupils forever retained the confidence beloved by the world, believing that the journey would reach the ideal destination. Whereas his eyes held a lingering sorrow.

Dieying was a collection of countless fragmented "Noels," bearing the sadness, hesitation, and madness of innumerable "Noels."

He belonged to the "failure" and "death" of life, not belonging to reality, nor completeness, only to tragedy.

In contrast, the uniquely real Noel remained colorful and vivid—Noel was fortunate, while Dieying was not.

"Hurry up." In the silence, Dieying spoke up.

"Thank you, you really are a good man," Noel said with a smile. Actually, Dieying didn't have to save him in the Old Divine Palace; now, he's being escorted all the way: "Am I still a player now?"

"You haven't died; your soul was fished up by me, so of course, you're still considered a player," Dieying said blandly.

"Then I'm really grateful, I won't have my strength wiped," Noel clasped his hands, seemingly very appreciative.

They both wanted to devour each other.

Dieying wanted to obtain the one true identity. Noel wanted to become a high dimensional being without cost, to return and aid Su Ming'an, inheriting all the mess Dieying left behind.

However, neither of them could accept their own disappearance, so neither made a move.

But Noel knew that once Dieying's life burned to the last... Dieying would certainly gamble it all and attempt to devour him.

So, it's best that... they never meet again.

"Swish—!"

A radiance surged from Dieying, his life current still continuously seeping into the ground.

His form was much more transparent than before; Noel couldn't tell how much longer he could last, uncertain if he would silently perish in the vast Star Sea, unnoticed about his life and death.

"Let's hope we don't meet again." Noel was silent for a while, then said this.

If he met Dieying again, it would mean he was prepared for a desperate fight to devour him.

"...Yes." The same tone, the same intonation answered him.

The blond youth stood under the hazy colors of the ferris wheel. His broad white robe fluttered, like wings rising, ready to soar to the sky.

The eternally burning transparent flames unraveled him strand by strand, forcibly propelling this drifting island in the universe forward.

Under the vast Star Sea, on the ground full of bones, his blue pupils were empty.

As if a soul detached from the flesh, unable to glimpse whether it was shattered gemstone inside, or simply a purely real soul.

After covering Noel with the teleportation light,

He twitched his mouth, his smile so ethereal it almost vanished:

"Hurry up, adventurer of the new century."

"I shall reach the other shore."

"So we don't need to meet again."

...

That was the last blue color in Noel's eyes.

He could never see him again.

...

[April 1, 11:30 PM]

[30 minutes until the Eleventh World starts.]

...

Wisteria hung down.

Su Ming'an bowed his head, writing full of plans on the draft paper.

Instances till now have many common points—the Black Mist outside of Qiongdi Black Wall, the Black Mist in the Ninth World's Three Dimensions, the Land of Utter Darkness of the Tenth World was again the Black Mist.

The destruction wrought by Ming Hui's Giant Dragon was based on malice. The way to block storms in Yun Shang City depended on guiding malice. The way to build The Republic in The World of Old Days was also based on concentrating malice. This indicates that "malice," this emotional energy, is a kind of universal strength.

Many places are interconnected. So, the Luowasha World should be no exception.

"Su Ming'an." Su Rin knocked on the door frame, standing at the doorway: "Your fourteen teammates have been waiting in the lobby downstairs."

"I'll be right there." Su Ming'an organized the full draft paper: "Su Rin, there's something I wanted to discuss with you. Originally, I wanted to talk to Noel about it, but he's not here."

"You mean the Ninth World's invasion of the Tenth World?" Su Rin said.

"Yes. After completing the Ninth World's perfect pass, I closed off the real ending of the Ninth World, consolidating its countless possibilities into one—spring arrived, Dawn and Xike made Su Ming'an bot."

"Then, two new possibilities unfolded—1. Dawn believed in ideals, not deploying the Su Ming'an bot for invasion. 2. Dawn believed in reality, deploying the Su Ming'an bot for invasion."

"The former became the 'Tenth World: The World of Old Days,' the latter became 'Ta Wei.' The latter invaded the former, "I" invaded "I," causing the former to cry out to the vast universe, summoning the one real me, and "I" saved "me."

"Meanwhile, we already know Yasa Acto's era also suffered a 'Ta Wei' invasion, meaning this endless civilization loop invasion chain started long ago. You could even say some 'Tenth World' times occurred before the 'Ninth World.'

"That means the history of 'Yasa Acto suffering invasion' is the 'past,' The World of Old Days is the 'future.' When Dawn in the 'present' makes different choices, it allows the 'choice of reality's future' to invade the 'past,' making 'choice of ideals' future become a 'past,' causing the 'present' to lead to different lines of 'past' and 'future,' making the 'cause' appear after the 'effect.' Their relationship is parallel."

"So I am thinking if there's a possibility for Zhai Xing as well... are we at some stage of the 'past,' 'present,' or 'future'?"

"World Game—could it also be a 'past,' 'present,' or 'future' of Zhai Xing?"

The room was silent for a while.

Su Rin looked out at the wisteria flowers: "For you, there are tens of thousands of Pulaya and Su Rins, but for me, there is only one Pulaya. Since Pulaya, Ruined World, The World of Old Days are time slices, then Zhai Xing might also be."

"You should have heard about the red-eyed people appearing during the Ninth World, in the Main God World. Even though 'Ta Wei invasion' only existed in the Ninth World, it appeared in the Main God World. This means 'Ta Wei' is invading the World Game."

"Before, I didn't understand why, clearly the civilization of 'Wei Deity' had perished, why would it still invade the World Game? But the information from the Tenth World told me—'Ta Wei' was not just that civilization; it could be 'us' from another world line. So..."

"—Is it possible that another version of our 'future' is invading us?"

"—Or perhaps, another version of our 'past' is saving us?"

Su Ming'an's expression paused slightly: "So there were signs back then..."

He had heard about the red-eyed people, but it quickly faded away, so he didn't pay attention. He hadn't expected that there were signs even then—the world game itself was being invaded; it wasn't as securely unyielding as iron.

Just like he knows today, the organizers are not omniscient and omnipotent.

"Thank you, I'm leaving." Su Ming'an threw the paper into the trash.

"Go ahead," Su Rin said lightly.

Su Ming'an walked down, yet Su Rin's voice came:

"A question—if the world game collapses, will Pulaya... still exist?"

Su Ming'an's footsteps stopped.

He turned his head, those golden eyes still as silent as ever, Su Rin standing quietly under the window, behind him hanging the vibrant wisteria flowers.

If Pulaya would perish along with the world game, would Pulaya also become part of the "civilization's bones"?

At this moment, a sudden realization struck Su Ming'an; he suddenly reacted—if Pulaya became a relic floating in the star sea, would Su Rin, in order to revive and piece it together, walk a path similar to Dieying's high-dimensional route?

Then, yet another similar cycle would appear—a new "Dieying" has emerged.

He finally understood, why Dieying's long-lasting obsession wouldn't extinguish.

Everyone is the same.

The same.

Perhaps Su Rin wouldn't choose the path of plunder, but he would still become a deity tasked with reclaiming his homeland. Then, everything would come full circle, Su Rin once again ascends to the divinity, humanity erased once more, and these few months would be hard to leave a mark upon his long years.

To Su Rin, people like Su Ming'an would eventually become mere passers-by.

They were supposed to be mere passers-by to begin with.

Su Ming'an couldn't provide a definitive answer, merely saying: "Perhaps Pulaya exists independently. Even if not, maybe my ruler identity could help, I'll do my best to help you."

Su Rin nodded.

After a moment of silence, he said:

"I can't offer you much in return."

"Even though you were the one who pulled me down, we're even now, and if I ask you to protect Pulaya again..."

Su Ming'an saw the difficulty in him, and with a smile said:

"If you truly want to return the favor, there's no need to do anything."

"If that time really comes"

"...just write me a thank-you letter."

...

[How to Turn the Tables: Su Ming'an Edition]

[First, Full Perfect Clear.

This has always been the most reliable path. If the wish's efficacy is strong enough, whether it's the time authority or protecting Zhai Xing, there's a chance.

Difficulty: ★★★★★

Safety: ★★★★★

...

Second, small world.

Based on Dieying's information, as long as my small world grows, it can become a new civilization. But I'm not inclined towards this path. If all Zhai Star Humans enter the small world, the burden will be enormous, and I will become the sole god, possibly walking a path similar to Dieying's. By then... I would truly have become the Dawn.

Difficulty: ★★★★

Safety: ★★★★

...

Third, seek the world game's help.

If the world game has consciousness, perhaps it favors me (after all, the Tenth World's information included the phrase: "I favor you," possibly from the world game consciousness?). Therefore, if the end truly comes and resources are depleted... maybe I could seek the world game's help.

Difficulty: ★★★

Safety: ★★★

...

Fourth, Civilization Gambling Pact.

If I walk with the high dimensions, it may seem that I would be divided and conquered, but this isn't completely without options. If I can utilize their balance of power, baiting them into fighting for me, perhaps I can turn the tables. But this is negotiating with the tiger, one mistake could lead to eternal damnation.

Difficulty: ★★★

Safety: ★

...

Fifth, Luowasha Plane.

This is the vastest, most complex, and high ranking world. I need to find three things:

1. A lot of Perfect Clearance Sources.

2. A method for human collective dimensional ascension (though I'm not optimistic about this route, it's worth exploring.)

3. Assistance from a Level 1 God.

Difficulty: ★★★★

Safety: ★★★]

...

[Summary: The first method is the best, the second and fifth methods are secondary, the third and fourth are backup options.]

...

"Tap, tap, tap."

After finishing his thoughts, Su Ming'an went downstairs, greeted by a warm welcome from the crowd.

Fourteen people sat in the hall. Some were drinking tea, some were writing diligently, others were lounging on the sofa taking a nap.

Upon hearing Su Ming'an coming downstairs, they all looked up—as if summoned by the same will, turning towards him.

Someone shouted suddenly, and the scene instantly became lively:

"—Welcome our Savior, leading us into the battle of the Luowasha world!"

"—Wow, here he comes!"

"—So this is the legendary Su Ming'an, seeing him up close and on screen is quite different indeed."

"—Captain! The captain is here!"

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