"Bang", a sound.

A wooden coffin wrapped in white roses was transported from the truck.

Su Mingan did not open the coffin, he knew who was lying inside.

He squatted down slowly and took a look at the system time.

Current time, 7:45 am.

Her death was before 1:40 am.

It is said that she was killed by a cannon, her shoulders and arms were not connected, and her whole body was covered with blood. Before she died, she tried to enter her last words, hoping that he would not be sad, but she vomited blood so much that she could not speak, so she could only press one of her teammates under her body. Before she died, she tried to protect another person.

However, no one survived after a shot. She would not want him to see her flesh-and-blooded lake.

Several soldiers standing by the side stood silently, and some people said, "Please mourn me."

However, except for "please mourn", no one can let the girl in the coffin stand up.

Her blue lightsaber was in the hands of a accompanying soldier. When the lightning was not turned on, the sword body was like a transparent glass pillar, or like a long tube of crystal, very beautiful, like her always clear eyes.

A black card and a lightsaber seem to be everything she left behind. No one knows that she is a traveler in another world who travels around the world, no one knows that she is a girl who likes to eat chocolate, no one knows that there are all kinds of game ideas in her mind. All she leaves is a broken corpse, half a blood-stained young face, which is no different from the others who died on the battlefield.

The girl holding a chocolate bar in her mouth and wearing a cat-eared cat suddenly turned into a cold coffin.

She can't speak anymore.

It won't move anymore.

[...Ming'an, I can arrive at every copy in advance and pave all the way for you in advance... I will help you better and help you achieve anything.]

【Can help you.】

【I am very happy.】

...

[——I have helped you this time?]

...

Su Mingan stared at the white rose in the coffin.

The heat that floated up due to the cold weather lingered on his face, and he slowly raised his eyelids and watched the white air sway and dissipate, as if he was frozen in place.

He was so far away at this moment, like a fragile dream.

Soon, he slid his eyes to the ground, then raised it unconsciously, looking at the coffin silently, even the spirit in his eyes trembled.

Su Lin also looked at Su Mingan silently. Cars came and went on the street, and some people stared at this side curiously, and quickly withdrew their gaze when they saw the coffin.

No one dared to bother them.

The sky was covered with heavy snow, and the white roses were covered with frost, as if they were frozen by ice and snow. Su Mingan's eyes were like white roses, condensed silently and frozen.

Reason proves sensibility, and sensibility provides the basis for reason, and they are not undesirable. Su Lin believes that Su Mingan is a person with high rationality and high sensitivity at the same time. Sometimes, Su Mingan's high rationality will suppress high sensitivity for a long time, and sometimes, his suppressed high sensitivity will burst out uncontrollably.

——Just like now.

If a person is under inhuman pressure for too long, it is impossible to maintain normalcy. Su Mingan is about to collapse, but he himself is still unaware of it, and even thinks he is a normal person.

——How can there be normal people in the world game?

Only madmen can adapt to such a crazy world. People who seem to be normal are the craziest existences in this game. Their madness and disguise are parallel, and this horrible mask is where their madness lies.

Su Lin stared at Su Mingan and observed the slowly changing expression on his face. Su Mingan suddenly saw Su Mingan raise his hand—

The finger was facing the temple, and the fingertips were pitch black.

With a "bang", Su Lin forcibly interrupted Su Mingan's movements and tightly grasped Su Mingan's wrist.

"—You want to commit suicide? How could you commit suicide?" Su Lin asked, his fingers trembling, incredible.

Su Mingan raised his eyelids and his expression was still calm.

This calmness shocked Su Lin even more. Su Lin actually felt absurdly that Su Mingan seemed to be so rational that he wanted to commit suicide.

...How is this possible?

"Su Ming'an! If you want to die, what should I do in this world? What should I do with Zhai Xing humans? Have you ever thought about what you will suffer after you die? The key legion of the god camp killed her, and there were Edward and others involved. Don't you plan to care about it?" Su Lin asked.

No one can imagine how the world pattern will change drastically if the "first player" fails.

Lin Jiang failed in the Sixth World at that time. According to statistics, more than three-digit people went offline to mock her, insult her, and launched terrorist attacks on her. The insulting posts on the forum exceeded five digits. Many people used the worst words to describe her wrong behavior at the time, saying that if she did anything, she would not die.

Although there is no shortage of people in this world who give Lin Jiang warmth, some have built seven-digit high-rise buildings. But just those disgusting few hundred people almost caused Lin Jiang to suffer from depression.

Due to the deviation of survivors, people are always prone to seeing evil people, although there are far fewer evil people than kind people. Lin Jiang is still just a player on the list, and they all fall into this situation. If it were Su Mingan...

Behind him is a deep abyss.

If Su Mingan dies in the dungeon, everything he suffers will be even more terrifying than his real death. As many people point to it, despise the people, put down the wrongs, stigmatize heroes, offline explosions... all kinds of vicious encounters will come to him.

Not to mention that he died of suicide. This will make everyone feel that he has misread the person, and their anger and shame will completely destroy him.

——Su Mingan’s life is not in his own hands. He is the number one player and he is not qualified to commit suicide.

The soldiers next to them also surrounded him at the same time. They tried their best to hold Su Mingan's body. In their eyes, the Battle of Dawn had just won, and "Asar Akto" would never commit suicide.

"Su Ming'an, are you so selfish that you want to be buried with her?" Su Lin said word by word. He knew that only this statement could make Su Ming'an stop committing suicide: "You will be fine if you die, what about your promises? Where are the humans on Zhai Xing? Where are Luna who died for you? How can I go back to Playa if you die?"

"You only have Praia's selfish ghost in your eyes." Su Mingan suddenly spoke.

There was no trace of sadness and anger in his voice.

Su Lin smiled angrily:

"You are right, I would rather you have only your world in your eyes. You are still young, and suicide is a stupid thing. I am older than you. I know you will regret your life because of impulse. It is normal for a person to sacrifice here, and your path has just begun!"

He held Su Mingan's hand tightly.

The wind and snow covered their hair, and no one dared to come to hold an umbrella, and a layer of wet snow fell on Su Mingan's shoulder.

"【normal】, should not be regarded as【normal】."

Su Mingan said softly.

Su Lin was about to continue persuasion when he suddenly saw Su Mingan raise his head.

The dark hair stuck to his forehead, and his eyes looked like the noisy sea breeze and tides.

"I am a human, Su Lin!" Su Mingan's eyes were red and bloodshot: "I am not... a clearance machine."

Su Mingan's gaze was as sharp as a blade.

"..." Su Lin's hand relaxed a little.

At this moment, Su Lin took a step back and stared at Su Mingan in a daze.

He suddenly felt a sense of incongruity.

It seems that Su Mingan's condition should not be like this. Everything Su Mingan has shown now, including his expression, movements, and words... makes him feel out of place.

——Su Mingan…it seems to be performing.

What to perform?

Why did Su Mingan still perform before his death?

A sudden light of inspiration flashed in Su Lin's mind - Su Mingan is not a person who can commit suicide, it must be Su Mingan's death that can save something, which makes Su Mingan want to die. Only in this way can it be logical.

"You..." Su Lin realized that Su Mingan's "rescue method" should not be exposed, so Su Mingan must act like "heartbroken and want to commit suicide" to prevent being forcibly interrupted by some unpredictable factors.

——So that after Su Mingan learned about Yueyue’s death, his first reaction was still to perform.

What makes Su Mingan’s death save everything?

authority.

Death...Power?

Death...the authority of reincarnation?

Su Lin's eyes trembled, and in an instant, the flood-like shock washed away his psychological defense.

——Is Su Mingan still a human?

He thought he had gradually seen through Su Mingan, a traveler from another world. He treated Su Mingan with an elder's attitude and wanted to help the nineteen-year-old young man go on, but never thought... One day he would be shocked by Su Mingan's calmness like a god.

Even before death, Su Mingan could perform calmly in order to ensure that his death was not interrupted.

...How strong is his heart?

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

He couldn't say a word. He could not take his eyes away from Su Ming'an's blood-stained eyes. He saw layers of tombstones and the long river of memories formed by countless time lines.

The young man in front of him woves a camouflage cage with his resilience, turning the active expression of his self into a flying butterfly dancing in the cage, and turning the independent suffering on him into a beautiful performance.

No one can understand this beautiful scene. Everyone's vision is empty on the surface, and only sees the pride and success of the performer. Seeing him lofty, seeing him smooth sailing, seeing him unstoppable, seeing him as a god who is omniscient and omnipotent, and the drama never ends. A delicate and grand drama called "The First Player" is a popular drama that is so sought after by the public. Everyone is amazed and happy to hear.

After the scene, the corners that were not shining brightly, other abandoned stages, the performer tore up the performance costumes stuck in the flesh and blood, and stepped on his own piled up corpses.

...He is only nineteen years old.
To be continued...