prynovel Chapter 1698 Final Chapter: Crossing the Shore [42] "Losing yesterday or tomorrow."
Chapter 1698 Final Chapter: Crossing the Shore [42] "Losing yesterday or tomorrow."
Chapter 1698 Final Chapter: The Shore Crossing [42]: "Losing yesterday or tomorrow."
A player wearing a brown plaid hat, smoking a pipe, carefully navigates the maze.
"Damn it, where are my player skills? I can't access any of them!" The young man patted his pockets, only to find that he couldn't take out a single one of his various top-tier equipment and weapons! Instead, he had some bottle caps... Damn it, he doesn't like drinking! Who put these things in here?
Left with no other choice, he could only continue walking forward.
As he walked, he suddenly encountered a tall man with long, flowing hair, wearing demonic horns, and carrying a wine jug. This man was at least twice his height and build. The young man in the plaid hat swore on the apple pie from next door's grandmother that this was the most manly man he had ever seen!
"Hey bro, are you a player too? Which level are we in? Is the world game still going?" the young man in the plaid hat greeted him.
The man also seemed somewhat confused, as if he didn't understand the situation, and kept drinking heavily.
"Brother, you're really magnanimous, still drinking at a time like this," said the young man in the plaid hat.
"I just think..." the man said, "that when you're drunk, you can forget a lot of things."
“You’re a man with a story,” the young man in the plaid hat said, spreading his hands. “However, we need to find a way to get out of this dark place.”
For some reason, despite both being reserved individuals, they quickly became closer than brothers upon meeting. Before long, the young man in the plaid hat started drinking the man's liquor, while the man curiously fiddled with the young man's mechanical watch. The two walked forward arm in arm.
“Brother, you’re really tall,” the young man in the plaid hat remarked. “When I was a kid, I envied people with your build and I even tried drinking. But my job requires a sharp mind, so I’ve stayed away from alcohol.”
“Sometimes I think…” the man murmured, “what would I be like if I didn’t soak my brain in alcohol and try some intellectually stimulating activities…”
"Then stop the bar."
“No, I… my head always hurts.” The man shook his head painfully. “It’s like I’ve had some kind of surgery. When I’m slightly sober, it hurts like I’m being pricked with needles. I also always feel inexplicably sad and tears well up in my eyes without me even realizing it… So I learned to drink. As long as I get drunk and retain my strength and muscles… that’s all I need.”
The young man in the plaid hat opened his mouth, then suddenly felt a strange sadness. Damn it, the man was talking, so why was he feeling sad?
“I’ve heard that some countries are very chaotic. You might have been kidnapped by some unscrupulous doctor and had brain surgery performed, which is why you are in so much pain,” said the young man in the plaid hat.
"I don't know, but my subconscious tells me that it seems to have been my own choice..."
"Voluntary? You've probably been fooled by someone who tells you it's noble reformation, but it's really just cheap human experimentation. Humanity is so wicked," the experienced young man in the plaid hat said.
Human nature is too wicked.
The young man in the plaid hat subscribed to this idea: his country was teeming with homeless people and drug addicts; people were capable of anything—fraud, robbery, and more. He never thought the world was a good place; sometimes he even wished the world would explode.
After walking for a while, the man said, "Since you hate humans, why are you walking forward?"
The young man in the plaid hat paused for a moment.
He slowly pursed his lips, then tilted his head back: "...Earn points, become stronger, and wait to go home."
This is a player's greatest mission.
"And you?" the young man in the plaid hat asked in return.
“I…” The men made almost the same movements, slowly pursing their lips and tilting their heads back.
They looked like fraternal twins, with remarkably similar expressions.
"Protect a prince, become stronger, and then..." A hint of drunkenness and confusion flashed in the man's eyes, "...I think I've always been waiting to go home..."
But why couldn't they go home? Why were they still waiting? They even resorted to alcohol to hypnotize themselves, to stop the pain, to stop feeling this inexplicable sadness.
"Splash—splash—" The water surged.
The young man in the plaid hat wiped the fogged-up lenses from his glasses.
“I feel an instant connection with you, and I truly hope we can become friends,” said the young man in the plaid hat. He was eccentric and had few friends, but this man was someone he greatly admired.
"I hope to meet you again in the future," the man said sincerely. He was taciturn, bold in nature, and rarely spoke softly, but at this moment he was incredibly sincere.
“I probably won’t live much longer. Soon, I and the others will have our memories erased and go to a new world. Only then can we survive.” A hint of regret flashed in the young man’s eyes. “People are shaped by their environment and memories. If I forget myself and grow up in a new environment, I will become a completely different person… I really hope I won’t hate myself back then.”
“I’ve also forgotten who I was a long time ago.” The man patted the young man in the plaid hat on the shoulder and comforted him. “I drank too much to suppress the inexplicable sadness in my heart, and I can’t remember many things clearly… I’m like a guy who lives only a day and dies at night, only able to keep the most recent memories… Sigh, I hope that a long time ago, I wasn’t a guy that I hate now.”
"Slap!" The young man in the plaid hat patted the man on the shoulder: "Absolutely not. For someone like me, whom my friends describe as 'picky,' to like you so much, you must have been a really great person before!"
“I have very few friends, almost none, and they are all afraid of me…” The man paused, looking at the short young man, “but you are a very good friend of mine, even though we have only talked for a dozen minutes.”
"We hit it off immediately!" commented the young man in the plaid hat.
"We hit it off immediately." The man smiled.
Despite their completely different appearances, physiques, and personalities, they were quickly attracted to each other.
The two continued walking forward.
The young man in the plaid hat said, "Don't you regret it? Your life is so painful, you have to numb yourself with alcohol, and you can't even remember who you used to be, all for the sake of protecting a prince?"
The man said: "Then why did you decide to erase your memories and go to a strange new world? Just to survive? No, with your abilities, you could succeed anywhere. You must also be trying to protect some people."
The young man in the plaid hat couldn't help but scoff: "Protect? I'd rather the world explode! From childhood to adulthood, I've had my wallet stolen by homeless people over twenty times, and had a gun pointed at my head by robbers more than a dozen times! My mother ran off with another man, and my father is a spineless drug addict! I barely managed to climb out of hell, opened a detective agency, and barely managed to achieve upward mobility enough to support my family. Who wants to protect those selfish humans? It's just that everyone's going to a new world, and I don't want to fall behind, so I'm just like them."
The man said, "To follow the crowd... it doesn't sound very noble, but you ultimately didn't choose to run away, did you? You had many opportunities to run away, just like this part of the journey we've been on together. You didn't have to go back to them, but you couldn't stop talking about their names."
The young man in the plaid hat fell silent.
The man said, "Sometimes I wonder why I wait for my mission to come. Maybe I could smash the wine jug, abandon my men, and run far away, where even the gods wouldn't be able to find me! But I stayed."
The young man in the plaid hat said, "But you don't know him at all."
The man said, even though I didn't know him at all. A voice inside me told me, "It's him."
What difference does it make whether you live with clarity or in a daze?
Both of them knew what they had to do and what was most important to them.
The waters of memory surged beneath his feet, and shimmering, iridescent light swept over him. The young man in the plaid hat gradually became puzzled. This trial was about slaying "himself"... Why hadn't the two of them encountered themselves yet?
He looked around but didn't see anyone who looked exactly like him. The man also looked around, feeling puzzled.
The two of them eventually reached a closed intersection where there was no road ahead. They scratched their heads and circled around in place.
The young man in the plaid hat lit a cigarette with a "click" and offered one to the man: "Here, have a smoke to relax. We must have gone the wrong way. After you finish this, go back and check."
"I've never seen smoke like this before." The man looked curiously at the eerily burning flames.
"There are even countries that ban smoking!" The young man in the plaid hat exclaimed in shock, leaning closer to light the man's cigarette. "I still haven't asked, brother, which country are you from?"
After thinking about it, he realized that he and the man had been talking for so long and hadn't even exchanged names yet.
The man thought for a moment and then gave the name of an unfamiliar country.
The young man in the plaid hat froze. He could bet that of all the countries on Zhai Xing, this one didn't even exist. His cigarette dangling from his lips remained in place. Suddenly, he said, "Brother, what's your name? I'm Locke, a detective, a top player on the world's gaming leaderboard. You should have heard of me."
The man remained silent for a moment.
He raised his head:
“My name is… Perlo.”
For a moment, they heard the roar of the water.
An endless array of images suddenly swept past on both sides, creating a turbulent surge.
Dark pupils met crimson pupils, and for a fleeting moment, they saw each other's reflections.
A high IQ and a sharp, clear mind that men envy.
His high alcohol tolerance and strong, tall physique were admired by the detective.
A detective who has lost "tomorrow," and a demon who has lost "yesterday."
The clever detective deduced the correct answer in an instant—
At that moment, the demon's master opened his drunken eyes—
"You are……"
The last syllable of his words disappeared into the sudden gust of wind.
Deep within the quagmire of confusion, atop a nightmare from which one cannot awaken, someone approaches.
"Whoosh—!"
Black hair fluttered in the wind as the young man approached with a scarlet wolf. Colorful ripples flowed beneath his feet, and radiant memories adorned his robes. He stretched out his hand to the two of them.
“Wake up, Perlo,” Su Mingan said calmly.
Like the blazing sun.
The stagnant nightmare was shattered in an instant.
—At that moment, the "devil" saw the "detective's" sudden smile of realization.
“Friend…!” Perlo instinctively reached out his hand.
Locke fell into nothingness, his hair becoming transparent. He only paused for a moment before his clever mind quickly grasped the truth.
He burst out laughing:
"So it was you...it was me...it was us!!!"
"I always said that there is no country in Zhaixing that prohibits smoking, and which imperial country's prince or princess is this 'Your Highness' you're talking about!"
"So that's how it is, so that's how it is!"
The wine bottle and cigarettes fell to the ground and turned to dust.
Perlo suddenly felt a headache and quickly covered his head.
In that instant, many things came to mind.
He made a name for himself as a detective in the world game, breaking into the top ten. He jumped into the Ink Sea with Antetolia and the others, losing himself in the process. He awoke with a blank mind, emerging from the abyss as a demon. He couldn't remember anything, and to suppress his inexplicable grief, he began to drink heavily, until he dreaded being awake…
A detective resolutely walked to the cliff and jumped into the inky sea with his companions, erasing all his memories and starting anew as a demon from a new civilization.
A demon with horns on his forehead awakens from the abyss, clutching his aching head, having lost all his memories, stumbling towards a blank tomorrow. He seems to have some mission, something he is waiting for, waiting for a certain day to arrive.
He got what he was waiting for.
One hundred million people... until the remaining one billion people.
Even though they had cast aside their past memories, everything from the past, the tragedy was breathtaking...
Su Ming'an understood why Perlo, a powerful third-level demon god, was so dedicated to protecting Su Wenli, the orphaned son of the World Lord, even disobeying the orders of Hui Chi and Hui Bi. It wasn't that Perlo wanted to see Su Wenli, but rather that Locke wanted to see Su Ming'an.
This is a memory inherent in the male cerebral cortex, ever-present, deeply ingrained in the flesh and bone marrow.
A shard of glass fell, and the detective, his face erased, shed tears of joy. He pointed at Perot and burst into laughter:
"I've waited for this! I've proven it! It turns out I—!!"
“Perlo, Perlo! You and I are completely different, but I love your looks, your figure, and how you are now!”
"Great! So you're someone I don't dislike! I like you!"
When Perot opened his eyes again, he was lying outside the maze, clutching a pair of lenses in his hand. The like-minded detective was gone, the little detective was gone.
“You almost got lost because you couldn’t recognize ‘yourself’… I woke you up,” Su Ming’an said.
Perlo scrambled to his feet, reaching into his pockets to find only a few bottle caps. A sudden emptiness filled his heart.
He lowered his head and remained silent for a while.
“Thank you… By the way, that mechanical watch is really fun,” he said softly.
That must have been one of his favorite mechanical creations; the clever detective was adept at tinkering with all sorts of intricate little instruments—it was a pleasure in his daily life. However, Pero's claws were too sharp, and he almost broke it.
The skinny detective, meanwhile, was chugging his bottle, taking a swig and his face flushed red, staggering unsteadily. The detective laughed heartily, thinking, "With such a low alcohol tolerance, don't even think about trying my centuries-old wine." In the end, he himself had already drunk that century-old wine again and again, until he was chilled to the bone and couldn't warm up.
And those cigarettes... they're really good cigarettes, just the kind I like. It's been so long since I've smoked one...
How could it just... be gone?
"Locke?"
In his moment of despair, a hand waved before him. This savior was so gentle, taking care of his feelings and calling out his former true name.
The great devil smiled, nonchalantly downed the last of the wine, and with a forceful swing, smashed the bottle.
“Perlo, just call me Perlo,” the devil said. “I’m used to this name. I will assist you, don’t worry. This is not only out of the great devil’s love for the son of God, but also out of the ideals of those who share the same faith.”
He patted Su Ming'an on the shoulder and walked out.
Strong, generous, and fond of alcohol... these remain his defining characteristics. Even with all that he has remembered, he is no longer the thin, intelligent, and calm detective he once was.
Su Ming'an continued forward, and gradually, he encountered no one else and returned to the finish line.
The endless mirrors began to move toward the center, forming a multi-faceted prism.
He stood alone in the void.
……
Please face the final "you".
……
Su Ming'an raised his gaze and looked at the mirror.
……
When all social roles are stripped away, what are "you"? Beneath the surface of conflicting multiple identities, what unifies you at your core?
[Su Ming'an, what are "you"?]
……
Like a boning knife, Su Ming'an stood in the void, the blade peeling away his social roles layer by layer. The halo faded, the responsibility was removed, the labels were torn off.
Is identity essentially a social construct or a self-defined concept? What is the core of a person after losing all social roles? If everything is stripped away, is the final foundation empty?
When all identities temporarily fade away, only the most primal figure remains in the mirror—Su Ming'an, who belongs to no social relationship and bears no grand labels.
His eyes, however, were unusually clear, reflecting all the colors of the path he had taken.
However, it was not empty.
The brilliance and obsession of the savior, the guilt and coldness of the killer, the scheming and sorrow of the perpetrator, the solitude and fear of the lone traveler, the warmth and courage of the collaborator, the decisiveness and loneliness of the ruler, the compassion and regret of the seeker of stability, the disguise and perseverance of the deceiver, the composure and strength of the honest, the inferiority and confusion of the mediocre... all of these are him, all of these are him.
"Crash..."
The sound of rushing water. Endless mirrors resonate, merging inward from the youth at their center. All the stripped-away colors, memories, emotions, fragments of identity…
"Swish, swish..."
—Social identities: student, soldier, player, creator…
—Moral identity: rescuer, bystander, perpetrator, victim…
—Relationships and identities: son, friend, enemy, revered figure…
Countless identities, countless labels, countless stripped-down versions of "him"...
—In that instant, everything returned to him.
"Whoosh..."
Like a seven-colored seed, it contains all the water and nutrients.
Like a hundred rivers flowing into the sea, rushing back.
His own image was reflected deep within his pupils.
On the final journey, at the final destination,
He re-evaluated himself and became—
he himself.
……
—Su Ming'an.
……
There are no titles, nicknames, identities, or honorifics.
Not the first player, savior, beacon, leader, or anything else.
However,
Su Ming'an.
……
If we consider things from the perspective of their changes, then even the universe cannot last for a single instant.
From the perspective of what is unchanging, both things and I are endless.
Believe what you should believe, wish what you should wish, and do what you should do.
With a heart full of light, what more is there to say?
……
……
"Ding dong!"
[Congratulations! You have collected all the lenses and cleared the "Test Subject" level!]
You've earned a silver star!
[You will be teleported back to the waiting area shortly...]
……
Source point.
Su Ming'an returned to the dark water, his palm marked with three silver stars, signifying that he had passed the three trials.
The vibrant colors gradually faded, transforming into flesh and blood that grew within his body. The process of rediscovering himself was wondrous; it was as if he were retracing his steps, his gaze tracing the shape of his fingertips.
Something seemed to have changed. Was it his state of mind? Su Ming'an couldn't describe this mysterious thing, but he did feel that his thoughts had become clearer, and some of the cloudiness in his mind had faded. If one were to choose the participant with the highest completion score, it would probably be him. Others wouldn't have such a profound feeling. The more difficult and arduous the path one's journey had been, the more and more complex the "self" one encountered.
"Shuashuashua——"
One by one, the remaining participants appeared around Su Ming'an. Upon seeing this, Su Ming'an was so frightened that he immediately took to the air to avoid being pulled away.
He clearly noticed that the number of people had decreased significantly; this checkpoint had blocked too many people.
The remaining participants gradually gathered, their voices clamoring, spewing words like "death," "authority," and "first player." All the players could see the live stream, and they clearly knew about Su Ming'an's situation through the chat.
“From millions of people, to now tens of thousands of people…” Luffy came up, and the whale that was dozing in the air had become a gathering place for Su Ming’an’s acquaintances.
"Lu, are you alright?" Su Ming'an noticed that Lu seemed to be forcing a smile.
"It's nothing." Lu rubbed his forehead, his blue eyes bloodshot. "It's just a side effect of the previous challenge. I'll recover, don't worry."
Su Ming'an could accept all of his "self," but in reality, most people couldn't; they merely forced themselves to overcome their "self." Lu was clearly not a person with a complete sense of self and mind. Although he didn't say it, Su Ming'an could sense that this man carried many regrets... his childhood that he never mentioned, the bloody fragments of memories he saw northward...
Of all Su Ming'an's companions, Lu was actually the most reserved. Su Ming'an knew about the past of both Lü Shu and Yamada Machiichi, but he knew nothing about Lu except that he was an arms dealer. Lu was a good listener and understanding, but he never talked about his own past. The seemingly gentlest person was actually the most guarded.
"Can it be restored?" Su Ming'an asked.
“Yes, you can.” The blue-haired man smiled as flawlessly as ever. “Don’t worry, you’re the one who’s working the hardest.”
His speech always prioritizes "others." Even when it's about himself, he can smoothly steer the conversation towards others. It's like a self-protective habit. If the focus is on others, he won't attract attention. If he's not in the spotlight, he's safe.
"Are you... alright?" Lu asked, omitting some details as he inquired about Su Ming'an's recent public replay of the game.
"It's okay, so be it if you know."
“Yes, this is indeed the best time to go public. At least in this trial, you will reduce your enemies by more than 90%,” Lu said.
Just as the crowd was in an uproar, suddenly, a pure white wolf leaped out of the air.
"Shh!"
Its posture was elegant, its fur smooth, and it held a folding fan in its paws. Though an animal, it gave off the air of a refined gentleman. The moment it opened its mouth, people heard a sound—
……
[Congratulations to the remaining 141719 participants! You have successfully passed the three basic challenges!]
[I will be in charge of the formal checkpoints from now on. My name is Dark Green, and I will now read out the rules.]
[Next, each of you will play ten rounds of games. The thirteen players with the most wins will be the final winners. In the event of a tie in wins, the ranking will be determined by the combined performance of all remaining games!]
Before each round of the game begins, you will be informed of three game types and will choose one to play. The game is completely random, and teammates will be randomly matched.
[During the ten rounds of the game, everyone's physical condition will return to its state before the start of the world game.]
……
Upon hearing this rule, everyone felt a chill run down their spines.
So far, they've only passed three basic levels, with ten more rounds to go. In the end, only thirteen people are needed... Out of the hundreds of thousands of people standing here, there's only a one in ten thousand chance of winning.
“We brought in too many people at the beginning,” Lu said.
“In a way, it’s a good thing. More people means more options for the experts.” Chen Yuhang quickly looked at Su Ming’an, “Expert, we can try to control the situation!”
Most people here are unlikely to oppose Su Ming'an, as few dare to bear the condemnation of the entire world, especially after the death rewind was revealed. The biggest advantage is that any troublemaker will have to think twice before being retaliated against by Su Ming'an during the rewind.
The most important thing to be wary of is whether there are some higher-dimensional beings mixed in among the humans, such as Ailand or Bai Chun... It's best if these people don't enter the final stage.
“Our physical condition will return to the state it was in before the start of the world game. In other words, during the ten rounds of the game, everyone will become an ordinary person. This is probably for the sake of fairness. After all, many games rely on intelligence and emotional intelligence. If violence sweeps through, the game loses its meaning.” Lu was worried.
He himself is alright; even if he returned to being an ordinary person, he would be able to protect himself. But Su Ming'an, with his physical condition from staying up late for so long after the college entrance exam, and still holding such a high position, I'm afraid...
"Whoosh—" A white light flashed by.
People screamed as they realized their strong bodies had instantly become weak, as if they had been thrown back to where they were before the game started!
"Holy crap, what kind of cutting-edge technology is this!" someone shouted.
"World Games, you need to do something about this! The soldiers you trained are being bullied!"
"This should be some kind of rule that only applies within ten rounds of the game, so there's no need to worry too much."
"Has Su Ming'an also become an ordinary person? Doesn't that mean..."
However, a hint of surprise flashed in Su Ming'an's eyes.
He sensed the power within him stirring, and it seemed he could... use divine power.
The "Source Point" forcibly restored everyone's strength to the level of ordinary people, but it could not restrict a life of Su Ming'an's level. Sure enough, when a person's strength reaches a certain level, even the rules gradually become unable to bind him.
Su Ming'an and Lu exchanged a glance. As a second-level god, Lu seemed to be able to use divine power as well.
The "Source Point" should have an elimination rule similar to that of a world game. If he were to expose himself without being restricted, there might be risks. Su Ming'an kept a low profile and did not say anything.
He was already considering his final choices—himself and Chen Yuhang, these two were essential to winning. Of the remaining three, Lu, Mo Yan, and Poirot were the ones he trusted most. He also spotted Violet, Leslie, Riyu, Agnes, Joey… and Wang Zhenzhen and Xiao Xiao beside him… These people seemed to have good character; if they won, they would be excellent choices as well.
The previous challenge was the hardest for the strong and the easiest for the weak. People with average abilities are more likely to pass because they haven't faced many inner demons or confusions along the way. Their life paths are simple, and their minds remain consistent, so they don't encounter as many twists and turns.
"Although I anticipated that there would be very few winners in the end, I didn't expect there to be so few..." Xiao Xiao clicked his tongue in amazement. He hadn't expected the odds of winning to be lower than one in ten thousand! Could he and Wang Zhenzhen really make it to the end?
Xiao Xiao's hand was gripped tightly, and she saw Wang Zhenzhen's determined expression.
"I will protect you," Wang Zhenzhen said firmly. "Here, I will be your hero."
Xiao Xiao's eyes flickered, then she laughed loudly, "Alright! Great hero, I'm counting on you to protect me, my new dad!"
In the somber mood, the white wolf spoke:
……
[You've probably all noticed the stars you get after completing the game.]
These stars can be exchanged for rewards. Concepts, truths, science unknown to humankind, the mysteries of life's sublimation, the three elements of becoming a god... Among them, collecting five silver stars allows you to exchange for a "Soul Preservation Ticket," which stores your soul so that others can help bring you home in the end.
As for what will happen once all thirteen silver stars are collected... stay tuned.
……
Upon hearing this, people gradually calmed down. Those who have risen from among millions to this point are no ordinary people.
This is a greedy trap. You can get out once you collect five silver stars. It seems easy, but once you've collected five silver stars... would you still be willing to leave?
"Also, you were previously clearing the levels internally, but things are changing now," White Wolf said. "Once you enter the official levels, several other groups of challengers will compete against you."
Upon hearing this, Su Ming'an immediately looked up.
It's normal for other life forms to be present at the "Source Point" besides their group. The problem is that this trial arose from a conflict between the "World Game Rules" and the "Source Point Rules," causing the firewall to rise in the form of a game, allowing these players to exploit a bug to enter. Unless another group of life forms experienced a similar situation, with some of their inherent rules conflicting with the Source Point, they couldn't possibly participate in this game together.
There is no second world game in the universe, so where did the other group of challengers come from?
"White Wolf, who are those people?" Su Ming'an asked.
White Wolf immediately closed his folding fan, his face obscured by a white screen: "[I don't know either... By the way, participant Su Ming'an, due to your special status, you can choose any one person to be recommended to the final thirteen. That person cannot be yourself.]"
In an instant, the entire room fell silent.
People craned their necks in disbelief, never expecting that Su Ming'an had the power to recommend someone! They all knew it couldn't be them, but they envied the lucky one who passed without needing any tests.
...My special status? Su Ming'an looked at the white wolf, but the white wolf obviously wouldn't explain the reason.
Su Ming'an's gaze swept across the entire room, seeing expectant, surprised, confused, and delighted looks... Finally, he looked at the dumbfounded boy standing there.
"Chen Yuhang," he said, uttering the name.
At this moment, the entire audience was filled with confusion.
Who is this person? They thought it would be someone familiar like Lu or Mo Yan, or at the very least, a well-known player like Violet or Rimu. Who is this Chen Yuhang?
Stared at by so many people, Chen Yuhang stood there dumbfounded, his cheeks burning instantly, and only one thought remained in his mind—
Brother Wang! I got a guaranteed admission?
……
[The rules have been explained. I wish you all a pleasant game...] White Wolf folded his fan and disappeared from the scene.
……
Su Ming'an has confirmed that the Lord of Dreams is involved behind this "game trial," and the Lord of Dreams' true name is most likely "Lord of Games." He can interfere with any concept related to games. However, this is, after all, the "Source Point," and it's impossible for him to target everything like the organizers. At most, he might send a white wolf down to announce the proceedings or add some minor elements to the game.
The surrounding space shifted, and the water flow returned to its previous state of emptiness. A fruit machine appeared in front of Su Ming'an.
"Ding-dong ding-dong~"