First Player

"Since there is no novice level this time, let's ask our leader to give a speech for us. Everyone welcomes you with applause!" Boss Rabbit applauded. Maybe it's because World Game has happened so many times that it doesn't even bother to tell the rules this time.

"Pa." A ray of light hit Su Ming'an.

He was expressionless and calm without any warmth.

……do what.

...Why do you have to let him do it again?

An invisible force pulled him, trying to pull him up to give a speech. Six months ago he succumbed to this force. At this moment, he suddenly began to resist, pulled out the amber knife, and pierced it firmly into the ground. His black hair was fluttering with the force of the wind, but his body was like a wooden stake, firmly fixed in place.

This time there was no mask on his face and everyone saw him.

"...Is that Lord God? It turns out that Lord God also participated in this game."

"But isn't he a god? Why does he look no different from us?"

"It turns out that even the gods can't compete with the organizers?"

Surprise, disappointment, awe, admiration... all kinds of eyes wandered over his body, and he held the hilt of the sword tightly, as if fighting against something uncontrollable.

Boss Rabbit appeared next to Su Mingan in the next moment. Many people closed their eyes. They were afraid that Su Ming'an would be killed because he was disobedient. There had been precedents before.

But the microphone came close to Su Mingan's mouth, and the pulling force stopped.

Su Mingan raised his head and saw blood-red eyes close at hand, like a pair of bright rubies.

"...Since you don't want to go up to the sky to give a speech, you can just speak on the ground. It doesn't matter." Boss Rabbit handed the microphone to his mouth. Compared with the banter with other humans, he was very gentle to him: "Speak more. What?"

It gave in to him.

Su Mingan faced the shocked gazes of the people around him. He suddenly felt that he was separated from the species called "human beings".

Organizers are always like this.

differentiation. The separation between him and others has been like this from the beginning: saving him from the bomb of the United Regiment, the unique auction room, the maid Xiaona who served him everywhere, and the person who was obviously punched by Su Mingan but chose to forgive. Boss Rabbit, the organizer who appears as soon as he calls...

"I don't want to talk about it." Su Mingan whispered.

His expression was too calm, not because of the short-term nightmare, but because of the long-term collapse, pressing on him like a collapsed castle.

"Hey? Don't you want to talk? But weren't you eloquent at the beginning? A nineteen-year-old human being can calmly and impromptuly speak in front of a billion people." Boss Rabbit blinked his eyes, and his red pupils were full of excitement. Grievance: "What a pity, what a pity... What extinguished your enthusiasm?"

Su Mingan didn't want to speak.

His enthusiasm was not extinguished, but he just didn't want to give his all to this ridiculous mockumentary. It doesn't make sense. Many things don't make sense from the beginning.

"Okay, if you don't want to talk about it, don't talk about it." Boss Rabbit was very tolerant: "Then let's start the game."

The next moment, Su Mingan's whole body froze.

Then came a succession of lights and shadows. passed before his eyes.

——It should be the copy in this world game:

In the glow of the Northland, scientific expedition personnel with heavy equipment carried bottles and cans and stepped on the blood flowing on the ice sheet. The black-haired young man jumped up from the sea and summoned the fish that looked like jagged rocks, as if he was the master of the sea.

On the mechanical airship, the worker finished checking the last screw and left. The black-haired young man was condensed into a human form from the sludge, like a pitch-black slime, swallowing up the airship bit by bit amidst the sound of the storm outside the window.

Under the blue-purple sky, a black-haired young man wearing a divine uniform walked past the white altar and looked toward the dense forest in the distance. Colorful elves, goblins with hammers, giants as tall as mountains... the figures of fantasy creatures are hidden among the various kingdoms.

In a house full of potions, the black-haired young man lowered his head and adjusted the mechanical shotgun in his hand. On the wall was a street map filled with special words. And he closed the suitcase with a click, lowered the brim of his hat, extinguished the fireplace, and walked towards the clock tower in the night.

One scene after another - all scenes that Su Mingan has never seen before.

He couldn't see them clearly, time accelerated rapidly in his perception, and his figure was like a movie played at tens of thousands of times speed... Sure enough, he couldn't experience what was happening in the fourth world game in detail, he could only Know the fact that [the old gods experienced the fourth world game].

Until finally, time seemed to have passed for a long time. He lowered his head as if feeling something. The back of his hand was already covered with white lines, like holy, white and beautiful tentacles.

His eyes couldn't help but be drawn to them, as if they were the most beautiful things in the world.

"Dang——" A bell rang.

Su Mingan stood on the sky screen. Everything around him was hazy, cut off by a cognitive barrier. He has no clear vision or clear touch, and only one concept in his mind - "Now is the last time to make a wish".

It seems that in the fourth world game, the old gods won in the end. He failed to end the world game early, but completed all the copies step by step.

There were faint caroling sounds all around, and the vague smell of burnt paper money came from the tip of his nose. He couldn't see the other wishers, and could only perceive their hazy figures. When the music reached its climax, he felt himself opening his mouth and moving his lips slightly——

[I make a wish...let me gain the supreme authority to control "time\