At night after the snow stopped, the city wall seemed particularly cold.

People were walking in the darkness like waves, like small boats jogging among the waves.

Su Mingan turned around and saw a black umbrella at the entrance of the alley.

The cold wind poured into his collar, and the necklace with a photo clamped around his neck tinkled.

Under the umbrella, the silent red-haired girl was holding the wood sculpture in her hand and staring at him calmly.

"One of the Knight's Delhi is sacrifice," she said: "And after killing the Demon King, the hero cannot retire safely."

She stared at him, her eyes calmed like never before.

"Everyone will die," she said. "Instead of decaying in the future or walking on an endless road without end, it is better to stop here. At least... someone will remember it."

"Turning other people's memories into your own tombstone is the most meaningless act," said Su Ming'an.

He walked past her and heard her silent voice.

"Rin, the person who has walked through your life should not be a regret that shackles you." Naraku said: "Remember her, always remember her, and then continue to walk."

"Who are you talking about?" Su Mingan keenly noticed the deviation in her words.

But Naraku was like a still tombstone that did not meet his sight.

"The sadness, regret for the deceased... does not need to accumulate in the chest, and never forget it. I don't want you to completely forget her, nor do I want you to endure the sadness." Naraku said: "She just... wants to go home."

"You haven't woken up?"

Su Mingan had already noticed that her condition was wrong.

The red-haired girl suddenly turned around.

The thin moonlight shone on her face after the snow. She stretched out her hand and held a small wooden sculpture in her hand.

It was a wood carving in the shape of a young man. It can be seen that after careful carving, every edge and corner are just right, comparable to a master's work.

She stared at him in a daze, and suddenly she smiled brightly.

"for you."

As if she suddenly changed a person, her eyes that had just left indifference and sadness jumped out in a flash of childlike joy.

It was like the sun suddenly falling into her eyes, dispelling the haze in it, and she smiled purely, like a piece of white paper without color.

She raised her hands and presented the small wooden sculpture to his eyes like holding a child's favorite teddy bear.

"Give it to you." Her smile was very big.

Su Mingan was a little confused. He didn't understand why Naraku became like a schizophrenia.

I was saying something like eulogy in front, but suddenly I smiled like a child like a silly child.

He took the wood carving and the system prompted him to jump out.

【You get props (Naruo's wood carving)】

[(Naruo's Wood Carving): Props with no special added value, it can be seen that after her careful carving, it can be placed in personal space for collection.]

A line of small messages is carved on the wood carving:

【When you wake up in the quiet dawn,】

【You will see me flying high.】

...

"Thank you." This is a prop after all, and although it is of no value, Su Mingan still took it away.

As he wanted to turn around and leave, Nara's smile became even brighter.

"Rin." She smiled and said, "I will teach you how to practice guns tomorrow."

"good."

Su Mingan passed by her.

As he passed by her, he noticed a strand of white hair on her sideburns.

"Naruo, the snow is no longer falling. You can put away the umbrella and be safe at night." He reminded him symbolically and walked towards his house in the East District.

"good."

Naraku turned around and looked at him with a pair of confused eyes.

"but,"

She said:

“…Who is Naraku?”

...

Su Ming'an returned to the East District, and the streets here were still quiet.

Since all the residents moved out, it was still a dead street just after the feast ended.

The cold wind poured into the collar, and Su Mingan opened the door of the room and walked towards the bed with clear goals.

"Ding Ding--"

The necklace around her neck jingled, and Su Mingan took off the necklace and took a look at its properties.

...

【Immortal Pendulum (Red Level): "Captain, please take it... to see the world I haven't seen, and do my unfinished journey."

Durability: 0/0 (durability due to the "immortality" feature, this equipment will not lose durability.)

Equipment requirements: Player Su Ming'an (only).

Active skill (Immortal): Used on any dying NPC or player, it can force its life to last for ten seconds. The cooldown time is half a day, and it can only be used once for the same person.]

...

This is a special skill equipment that does not have combat characteristics. In some special times, it can be used as a "combat successor" skill that can be used repeatedly.

"..." Looking at the line of messages on the equipment interface, he looked away.

After sorting out his harvest, he suddenly felt extremely tired.

Every time he passed a copy, he felt that he was gradually losing something. After Xie Luther's death, this sense of loss became more and more obvious.

It’s like every second of life, something flows by like fine sand. It’s a feeling of panic that makes people feel a little confused but unstoppable.

In the upper right corner, the barrage was still making noise as always. They seemed to feel very sad about Xie Lude's death and it was difficult to understand why Su Mingan did not forcefully save the other party.

In their opinion, life is the most important thing, and there is no need to sacrifice one's own life for a group of NPCs.

Su Mingan did not watch these barrage again.

He lay down onto the bed.

...

The blood-red sky is as drowsy as ever.

Golden Mars floated in the air, and it was like a hell on earth that had been ravaged by magma.

Su Mingan opened his eyes and walked onto the red land. The small sand table at the entrance of the church floated in front of his eyes.

Thousands of puppets of different shapes appeared in front of him with the white light of "swish" and the formation was extremely spectacular.

Now is the fifth level of "Devil King and the Brave", and he continues his previous actions.

He properly arranged the battle situation and deliberately triggered the war, allowing the army of both sides to fight meaninglessly, collecting the energy generated by their hatred and death to strengthen his demon king city.

But now, he already knows,

This is not a playful resource placement game.

The sand table floating in front of you, like a toy,

...It was a cruel war that happened in the real history of Playa, with flesh and blood flying everywhere.

On the sand table, a model soldier with armor like a small red and blue chess piece,

...That is a life that was truly sacrificed in the war.

He watched the army fighting between the two sides, the number of people on both sides decreased little by little, and increased little by little... Old soldiers were constantly dying on the front line, and new soldiers were constantly joining them.

【There will always be soul hunting to die.】

【But there are always people who have been becoming soul hunters.】

...

At this moment, he suddenly remembered what the old lady held his hand and persuaded him when she first came to Playa.

All unreasonable phenomena gradually appear reasonable in the battle in the small sand table.

This is a world where one has to hurt each other in order to survive.

Humans and Soul Clan, Soul Clan and Soul Clan, humans and humans.
To be continued...