[I seem to see the future one year later. Su Mingan won the end. He became a god that cannot be killed, and no one is left around him. Noel knelt down at the children, pulled the trigger and committed suicide; Lu Shu would never come back as a part of the game, and died in the dungeon as a boss; Yueyue's sword was broken, and she never saw Su Mingan again until she died; Mizushima Kawaso was reluctant to let go with the doll; Edward lost his strength and became a lunatic, looking for food in the trash can; Luna was depressed by the audience; Yamadachoichi disappeared; Lu died of betrayal by everyone...]

[——From the World Forum on January 31, 2022, the top 20 hot posts of "Human Stars Shining"]

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Su Mingan once realized that he seemed to be not part of himself at all.

He entered the dungeon and played more like other people. Various emotions and information were frantically poured into his body. His "self" was gradually diluted, and in the end he was not even left with himself.

He could vaguely remember what happened before the World Game began, but he could no longer share the same feelings with himself four months ago.

Some people even say whether "Su Ming'an" is a bionic person of the same type that the organizer put down. Whenever Su Ming'an is on the verge of failure, there will be a new bionic body seamlessly connecting to continue passing the level instead of him. So people can always see Su Ming'an win.

——They say that he is a "collection" of purpose and desire.

Like a program, like a machine, or like a "god of the world". The code name "Su Ming'an" has been dyed with a deification. Anyone will slow down his breath when he recites this name, as if he chants the name of the god.

Su Mingan was also confused about this.

But when he talked to Yueyue at this time, he could let go of these thoughts.

"Okay, I'll tell you about my past..." he said.

They still did the game not start, he would share books in his spare time, and she would listen quietly.

He was sure that they were not love, but rather like a blood-connected relationship. She was an anchor that would not make him lose. The same broken family and the same unfortunate childhood made them in the same fate.

"...What impressed me the most after you left was the wooden building in the flames. I saw Yang Xia come back across decades to save Dongxue and become the sheep who accompanied her in the rain.

“…The knight told me that he was willing to bear the constraints of the system called ‘Knight of Light’. He sincerely wished me a prosperous martial arts life and thanked me for seeing him as the soul of equal communication.

"He said, 'Captain, because you are also a human being. You are also an absolutely independent creature that transcends the setting.' I never thought at that time that his words could comfort me who was far away in the ninth world. We were clearly so far away.

"There is also that little liar... She was misunderstood and was constantly killed. She reincarnated more than tens of thousands of times, but she maintained eternal compassion. She said I was her dear traveler, and she said she would definitely win the next reincarnation..."

Su Mingan kept talking for a while, and he firmly believed that the missionary aura could cure the lack of disease.

The wheelchair was speeding between the red rocks and the fire, carrying them through the boundless hell of death and scorching. Yueyue leaned against the wheelchair and listened to Su Mingan telling the experiences of these nine worlds.

Her long hair was blown up by the scorching wind, her cheeks were as red as an apple, and her expression was still as soft as a doll.

She seemed to have changed nothing, but she seemed to have changed a lot. Her eyes were always vivid and bright, like light, and like snow. She was like the girl in the first world who liked to chew chocolate bars.

"Ming'an." Yueyue suddenly spoke.

She stretched out her charred hand and covered his bone-twisted palm:

"I want to tell you...you're good, you can't be better. I like to listen to your stories. But I'm a little sleepy, so just put me down here and don't take me with you, okay?"

She squinted her eyes.

"I can sing with you, and as long as I sing, I won't fall asleep." Su Mingan said.

She must not fall asleep, otherwise it would be like abandoning reason and dying directly. If she tells a story, she will fall asleep, and singing can make her awake.

She hesitated for a while and she said yes.

"At most, there are five minutes left, you must let me go." Yueyue said.

Su Mingan did not nod or deny it.

After a moment, her voice came from the red and black hell that condensed into magma.

This is her favorite song. At the high school graduation party, she wore a fluffy skirt like a princess, performing solo in her class, even though it showed dozens of black domestic violence marks on her arm.

However, no one thought her scars were ugly.

The pearls of the dance skirt are crystal clear and round, just like her soul, and the scars are medals that shine with golden light under the light. During the rehearsal, she practiced over and over again, just like her thousands of sword swings, all medals that were condensed by her sweat and hard work.

——So many scars and so many medals, a soul like her, a soul named Yueyue was condensed.

She is always an independent and powerful woman who dares to draw a sword against the darkness.

Her singing was soft, as if the world had melted on the corner of her raised mouth:

"The fairy tale book under the pillow,

"Happiness of private collection,

"What do I want to express my feelings, a teenager?

"The deer lost in the forest,

"Will you meet a witch?

"The story begins..."

...

Time settled in her eyes, like a long time locked.

Su Mingan remembered that Yueyue had practiced this song hundreds of times in private. At that time, he escaped from home and met her practicing singing in the soundproof area in the night. They looked at each other, and were also scarred, like two similar souls.

She said, if you feel sad, come and listen to her singing.

They once hugged each other to keep warm in the cold winter, like two abandoned cubs. Her singing can always heal the pain.

"The starlight clears away the most mysterious fog,

"On tiptoe and spin the dance steps,

"I heard someone crying in a daze.

"Moonlight reminds the plants outside the window,

"When you meet a child, remember to give way,

"Who will save me from being alone..."

The wheelchair rushed out of the blood pool area and instantly faced the wind and snow, which turned white with her scorched hair.

The brilliant fireworks exploded in the distance, the earth was as wide as a dream, and the fireworks drooped in the distance, as if stars were falling on the coast.

Two lonely souls sang songs, like celebrating the coming New Year together. No one knew that they were on the verge of death and were meeting despair.

He stared at her face, the redness in her eyes was expanding little by little, and it was almost close to the time of her death in the last week.

The wheelchair was flying all the way, and half of the girl's face was bathed in the misty light, and her fluttering hair was like a flowing Milky Way. The blood in her eyes rose up little by little.

"You are the princess in the fairy tale standing in the light..."

She was still singing, raising her head high, revealing her slender and burn-filled neck.

He used to ask her what she had gained from growing up, and she said without hesitation that she could play games with you in the future.

Even if you have to go so far to play games together, to flow through such a deep river, and to suffer so much, this is enough.

Enough.

Lucky for S class is enough.

In this long and distant life, those children who bloom like flowers, saw him trying to save these former him and her. Facing the darkness, stepping into the night, and never looking back.

She has been with him for so long and is already lucky enough.

"Wow——" A ray of light slowly turned over the sky. It was the brightness of the lights of the buildings in the distance, as if a thorough dawn slowly emerged from the deep night, and the darkness was like a fading tide.

"I put on a gorgeous mask and turned around and hid in my black dress,"

"Please dance with me while the fairy tale is not over yet..."

At this moment, she raised her hands high, as if she was in the midsummer of the graduation party that year. She took off her gorgeous puffy skirt after the performance.

She is not the princess in the lyrics, and she can't even afford a puffy skirt. Before returning the puffy skirt to her classmates, she invites him to dance.

At twelve o'clock in the evening, Cinderella was going to go home to continue doing housework.

She only has this time.

He danced a dance with her in a messy manner.

“…Let everything be restored after dawn.”

The last lyrics were sung.

"Dang——" The ancient bells from the bell tower rang in a distant way, and in an instant, the night was filled with colorful fireworks in the distance.

The 2022 New Year is coming, and everyone will celebrate the New Year together at midnight.

Su Mingan didn't hear her voice again at this moment.

He slowly turned his head and saw her head lowering slightly, tilting at 30 degrees to the ground. Her sword body was held tightly by her, penetrated through her front neck, and pierced her hair that pierced her Jiaohu and raised it high towards the sky, like a frozen icicle.

Her sword did not penetrate his heart, she was still rational, so she turned her sword and penetrated her own neck.

Her mouth opened and closed slightly, as if she was about to say something, but there was no sound.

"bright……"

It was like a bird pierced, the slender red line strangled her fragile neck, and anyone who rushed to freedom would be cut with the head and body.

The wind blew past her hair, fiddling with her gradually loose fingers.

He could not touch her soul.
To be continued...