First Player

...He will also be reluctant to give it up.

But it seems, there is no other way.

Under the burden of two civilizations, this is the best ending. The only thing lost is "him".

He put his finger to his lips in a silent gesture.

The three people slowed down and stared at Su Ming'an silently. Even Lu Shu, who rarely shed tears, had red eyes.

Under the flowing white hair, His lips moved.

No, it must be my tombstone.

This short sentence seems to be everything.

...This is the best advice He could think of after seeing many original deaths.

He never thought that now it would be his turn to embark on this road of no return.

With the sword blade pointing downward, he felt the power of time fluctuating around him, closed his eyes, and cut off the sword blade completely——

"Crash."

At this moment,

A sound like the fluttering wings of a white dove came to my ears.

A hand suddenly grasped his wrist, as if to stop his chop at this second.

He opened his eyes blankly.

Then, he saw a pair of frosty eyes.

For a moment, he felt like he was still in a dream, otherwise why would someone appear next to him at this exact moment.

Li Mingyue held his wrist, and space light floated around him.

The cross headband on Su Mingan's forehead reflected a similar light.

——It was Li Mingyue who teleported Su Mingan back to the church through this head chain. Just as Su Ming'an was intercepted by the gods, Su Ming'an activated the necklace and teleported to Li Mingyue.

"Why did you send me back..." Su Mingan was confused.

The long snow-white hair blended together, and for a moment, looking at the godfather's moonlight eyes, Su Mingan thought he saw a real angel.

Under Su Ming'an's blank gaze, Li Mingyue sighed, as if witnessing a story that finally came to an end.

"...That's it."

"Leave the rest to me."

"You have been calling me godfather for more than thirty days, so I should... do something for you."

"This is a method I have been thinking about for thousands of years. Let's try it and see if it works."

Hearing these comforting words from his godfather, Su Ming'an should probably feel as happy as having survived a desperate situation. But why, there was nothing in his heart, only pale sadness.

This kind of pale sadness is all too familiar.

So much so that even though He had only the last of his senses left, he still felt lonely.

……why.

Why every time like this... someone always bears the "price" for him.

why.

"Because I won't let 'you' die." The godfather held his hand, and the warm heat came over him. He covered it, as humans were giving up warmth to gods.

His eyes were lowered.

"You are a……"

"Very good kid."

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["Su Mingan, have you heard of the concept of 'verbal spirit object transfer'?\