prynovel Chapter 1660 Final Chapter: Shigan Chapter [4] "Can't we be 'bad kids'?"
Chapter 1660 Final Chapter: Shigan Chapter [4] "Can't we be 'bad kids'?"
Chapter 1660 Final Chapter: The Shore-crossing Chapter [4]: "Can't we be 'bad kids'?"
The "divine messenger" tilted his head, revealing his usual affable smile, and waved his hand:
"You forgot my real name? I'm Su Mingming. No normal person's name is that simple... Do you want me to lose even my name?"
Su Ming'an's long, dark purple hair fluttered in the wind. Ever since the "divine messenger" appeared, he had remained expressionless, as if his lips were frozen.
He burned everything of the Lin Clan in exchange for immense power, and under his oppressive aura, the others found it difficult to breathe.
The Rovasa, a divinely gifted race coveted by all, with people vying endlessly for this power and even committing sins for it, meant nothing to Su Ming'an.
He already has too much.
So much so that when it burns, it's like lighting a light, wispy cigarette.
"Shh!"
The messenger's second arrow followed immediately.
Like a crescent moon, like a setting sun!
Su Ming'an picked up "Moonlight Mayfly"!
He faced the direction of the divine messenger and fiercely swept his five fingers across all the strings!
"Zheng—!!!!!"
A torrent of sonic blades roared out, leaving countless fine black cracks in the space it passed through!
The sound of the zither and the golden arrow brushed past each other, like two parallel lines that never intersect, leaving behind a dense ripple.
Su Ming'an quickly dodged the second arrow, unleashing a powerful shockwave!
The golden arrow grazed his face like the blazing sun, severing his flowing hair. Several strands of hair turned to ashes and burned away, while the hair near his ears was cut short, revealing his earlobes and cheeks with faint burn marks.
"boom--!!!"
The "divine messenger" was frozen in place by the music, clutching his forehead. This attack had taken a toll on him; after all, his spirit points were extremely low, and the musical note domain had left him dizzy. However, his golden armor seemed to provide a significant boost. In an instant, he raised his head again, his eyes bloodshot, and drew his bow—
In the blink of an eye, just as the third golden ray was about to arrive—
Su Ming'an suddenly reached out with his left hand, grabbing Su Qi's wrist with one hand, while his other hand precisely grabbed hope Li's cold palm.
He dragged the two of them and rammed them headfirst into the World Tree trunk, which was as smooth as blue crystal glass!
The golden arrow, like a death warrant, pierced straight at him, but his figure disappeared like a drop of water merging into the sea, the ripples vanishing in an instant.
"boom--!!!"
The arrow struck the tree trunk, as if it had touched glue, and gradually turned into specks of light and dissipated, leaving the crowd looking on with lingering fear and shock.
Su Ming'an will not confront Krysten's divine messenger head-on. Even if he burns the potential of the Lin Clan, his strength will not be able to reach the level of a god.
He clearly understood his own position when making every decision, and wouldn't fight for superiority over personal feelings. He also didn't believe that Ming would destroy another hometown in order to return home, which was no different from double-crossing, and there might be another truth behind it.
Seeing Su Ming'an enter the tree, Ming slowly lowered his longbow, his face still bearing that familiar smile—a smile devoid of warmth, only his eyes revealing icy coldness. He didn't make things difficult for the others, turning into dust and leaving. It was unclear whether he had given up the pursuit of Su Ming'an, or if he had other plans.
"Splash—!"
On the other side, Phoenix's flames broke through Qianqin's obstruction and finally burned through Si Que's figure, only to find that it was just a card.
The light cards floated down from the air, turning into streaks of light and flying into the distance.
“This is…” Phoenix’s eyes widened, filled with rage.
He was played!
This is not Si Que at all, but Qi Zhou wearing gold contact lenses, makeup, and dressed in a respectable manner!
A clever substitution of the prince by a cat scared away a million enemy soldiers.
Phoenix was furious, his fists clenched.
When did these people learn to wear colored contact lenses to disguise themselves as others? Their methods are truly despicable and contemptible! The person who came up with this method must be a cunning and treacherous individual!
……
Inside the World Tree.
"Thud." Su Ming'an landed on his feet, supported his body with his left hand, and exhaled hot breath.
The tree's interior is made of a material somewhere between crystal and amber, emitting a faint, intermittent glow. The tree cavity is embedded in the crystal walls like a honeycomb, its softness resembling an interior enveloped by cell membranes.
Dense golden lines flowed across Su Ming'an's skin, the flesh tore open, and blood gushed out.
This was not a backlash, but rather that Chen Yuhang's ordinary body could not withstand the burst of power from the Lin Clan, and his soul and body were incompatible.
“It’s too serious…” Ashley murmured as he examined his injuries.
She glanced at Su Qi standing not far away out of the corner of her eye. It was clear that if the three of them were to engage in a life-or-death battle now, Su Qi would most likely be the victor.
Su Ming'an, however, seemed unconcerned and simply sat down and closed his eyes to rest.
……
[Before leaving the experimental city.]
"Are you sure you don't need my help with what comes next?" Su Lin asked, sitting by the window.
"Su Lin, I need you to go back to the normal timeline and investigate something for me," Su Ming'an said. "During the investigation, you might encounter obstacles from higher-dimensional forces, so it has to be you. I don't trust anyone else to go."
"Investigate what?" Su Lin raised an eyebrow.
Su Ming'an mentioned a location: a village with wheat fields and autumn sunshine.
"Si Que's hometown when he was a child?" Su Lin stroked his chin.
"Your spiritual authority may be able to sense the souls of the deceased. Please investigate whether that place truly exists," Su Ming'an said.
"You suspect Si Que has a questionable background? That he lied to you? But when I examined his soul, I found no strange traces."
"Please, just consider it a check for potential hazards."
"Alright, I trust your keen perception." Before leaving, Su Lin handed Su Ming'an a gold-threaded glove. "I've allocated a portion of my authority; you can use it to protect yourself. This item is called 'Dream Weaver.' If used properly, it can weave the most vulnerable dreams of the human heart, allowing even mortals to manipulate gods. This is perfect for you; after all, you're the best at deciphering and understanding others' minds."
At this point, Su Lin paused, staring intently at Su Ming'an.
"Hmm?" Su Ming'an looked up.
"Your soul's color... has taken on a hint of gray." Su Lin frowned. "Gray often represents forgotten, impure memories. Sometimes, in order to repair itself, the soul will deliberately block out certain memories—it's a self-protective mechanism. Have you remembered something you shouldn't have? This will increase the burden on your soul."
The soul is like a hard drive with limited capacity; if you fill it with things without restraint, it will soon crash.
"Your soul has probably reached its limit," Su Lin said. "You've already reached your limit. If you keep going, more and more gray will cover you up."
"Is it a memory from a previous cosmic cycle..." Su Ming'an shook his head, as if trying to shake something away. "I don't know why, but Noel and the others can recall some scenes, while I have very little chance of remembering them."
"This is a good thing. You cleared all eleven dungeons on the highest difficulty, so your soul is at its most worn down. If you recall those memories again, you'll almost instantly explode," Su Lin said. "Don't think about anything more. You've already surpassed your limit."
"...But I need to remember," Su Ming'an said.
"Your soul exploded, and all your efforts were wasted. Is that all?" Su Lin said.
Su Ming'an pursed his lips.
"Scattered memories of failures aren't necessarily a good thing; only crucial memories are worth recalling. Otherwise, it's just a purely negative effect," Su Lin said.
"I believe that my past self must have tried to preserve crucial memories, sealing them away somewhere, but I haven't been able to access them yet." After a moment of contemplation, Su Ming'an said, "Do me a favor, Su Lin. Use your soul authority to seal away all the useless memories I've recalled so far."
"You choose to continue forgetting?"
"No, it's a seal. I want to remember these memories, but not now, preferably during the final battle—after I find the key memories I left behind countless times before," Su Ming'an said. "Then, when necessary, help me unseal these memories."
His eyes were resolute, as if he had no concern whatsoever about whether he could withstand the moment he remembered everything.
Su Lin lowered his head for a moment, then took out a crystal-like stone from his pocket.
"This is a soul storage device, and I haven't sculpted it into the right shape yet," Su Lin said. "I will store the gray part of your soul here, and return it to you when you need it."
[Su Lin turned around, paused for a moment, then turned back and said:]
"Try to protect your soul. If something happens to you, then..."
"Then no one will take you home," Su Ming'an blurted out.
Su Lin: "..."
Su Lin turned around and jumped out of the window: "I'm gone."
……
Inside the World Tree.
The young man with long, dark purple hair leaned against the crystal wall, his trench coat stained with blood, his face as pale as paper, his flesh torn open, and blood flowing all over the ground.
Su Qi stood a little distance away, staring at Su Ming'an with a complicated expression, considering whether or not to take action.
Under other circumstances, he would have definitely taken action. However, Su Ming'an was severely injured while trying to lead them into the World Tree. To be betrayed by one's savior is a difficult hurdle even for a boy raised to be cruel and tyrannical.
He was like a blank sheet of paper, painted with dark and evil colors by the man in black robes, but his origins remained those of a pure and innocent boy, whose bottom line could not be crossed.
"Da, da, da."
In the utterly silent crystal cave, unexpected footsteps suddenly echoed.
Ashley gripped his scythe tightly and saw—a man in black robes walk in.
His long robes fluttered, his entire body was covered in black, his footsteps were heavy and steady, and he carried a dark and chilling murderous aura, making people realize that the newcomer was not friendly.
The man in black robes swept his gaze halfway around the room before looking at Su Qi. He said calmly, "Su Qi, there's no need to hesitate. Kill them, and you will have the power to stand up to your elder brother, Su Wenli, and become the final victor of the Lin Clan. Your compassion will only lead to destruction."
Su Qi paused for half a second, then her hesitation vanished, and she raised an eyebrow, saying, "I don't want to."
He shook his head: "The pride of the Lin Clan has always been fair duels. There is absolutely no reason to take advantage of someone in distress. In short, if I don't want to do it, I don't want to do it. I'm free to do it! We'll talk about it after he recovers!"
Su Ming'an closed his eyes, and slightly relaxed the hand he was about to raise.
...He hadn't expected Su Qi to say these words. This didn't prove Su Qi's nobility, since Su Qi had already killed so many innocent people. It only proved Su Qi's arrogance.
But in any case, Su Qi did not take advantage of the situation.
Suddenly, Su Ming'an felt a warmth in his palm; Su Qi had grasped his hand.
Su Ming'an's entire body tensed instantly, ready to launch a counterattack, but to his surprise, Su Qi merely grasped his hand without making any further moves. A surge of Lin Clan power flowed in, alleviating the pain of Su Ming'an's blood vessels bursting.
Su Qi is treating him.
Su Ming'an closed his eyes, feeling surprised.
...This twisted youth, who indiscriminately slaughtered innocents and was brutally tyrannical, still held fast to his principles even in this situation. Ultimately, if he hadn't been adopted by the man in black robes, but by a normal teacher, Su Qi wouldn't have become like this; he wasn't born evil.
However, it was all too late. By the time Su Ming'an met Su Qi, the damage was already done, and there was no turning back.
“…Hey, my silly little brother,” Su Qi said while treating him, “would things be different if we hadn’t met under these circumstances?”
Su Ming'an remained silent.
“I know you’re not asleep; your eyelashes are moving,” Su Qi said.
With a slight tremor in her eyelashes, Su Ming'an slowly opened her eyes.
The boy before her still had that punchable face, his eyebrows raised high, his eyelids drooping, his mouth pouting, showing no sign of obedience. His golden pupils clearly reflected the blood-soaked Su Ming'an. There was no mockery or condescension in his eyes, only a cloud of confusion.
Is this guy actually confused?
“Maybe,” Su Ming’an rubbed his temples. “For example, you might wake up in the peaceful and bountiful royal family of the Red Tower Kingdom and find yourself just a carefree little prince…”
Instead of being condemned by everyone and mired in darkness, as we are now.
“But I’m also afraid of ending up like her, all soft and cuddly.” Su Qi pointed to Xili beside her. “What’s wrong with that guy’s brain? Does he even deserve to be my sister? He knows exactly what the World Lord’s Palace is like… and he’s just walking into a trap, waiting to be slaughtered and bloodied by those hungry wolves? He’s incredibly stupid!”
He chuckled and, feigning a superior air, said, "My foolish sister and brother, the Lin Clan is only the Lin Clan if it becomes strong... Otherwise, it's just a sacrificial offering lying on a chopping board waiting to be devoured!"
Su Ming'an looked at Su Qi.
The boy's golden eyes met his gaze directly, unwavering, like a needle against a wheat awn. His tone remained arrogant, but his mind was clear, as if he were imparting a profound philosophy of life to his younger siblings.
“Those wolves… Phoenix, Hui Chi, and those scum outside… They won’t argue with you about ancient times, bloodlines, or savior legends… They won’t even remember… how many times our ancestors successfully saved the world with their bloodlines!”
"They only care about killing the goose that lays the golden eggs to make themselves stronger; they don't care about the fate of the world at all. Salvation? Glory? They're just pretty words used to mask the greed of human nature..."
“That black-robed servant, he always taught me these things. He told me that he was never ‘raising me crooked.’ He was just telling me the truth of this world… The ones who are truly crooked are those who always want to put others on the altar and tie them with flowers and hymns.”
"It's wrong to sacrifice everything to 'save the world' for those 'people' who don't care about your life or death. There's nothing wrong with being a little selfish. Because this is my life... I only have one life."
Su Qi's fingers curled up, touching Su Ming'an's cold, sticky blood.
As if scalded by blood, Su Qi's voice suddenly became shrill:
"Are the Rin clan... destined to die for the world? Why should they?"
"Why... why did the Creator casually arrange our fate, making us born into the spotlight and die in the spotlight?"
"Do 'chosen ones'... necessarily have to bear suffering?"
"Does having a cheat ability mean you have to be kind to all living beings?"
"As a beacon and star of the world... must you illuminate the entire continent until you burn yourself out before you've fulfilled your mission?"
"Can't we be 'bad kids'?"
Must a kind person be flawless?
"Should heroes be condemned by everyone when they make mistakes?"
Su Ming'an's pupils widened slightly.