Su Ming'an said: "Then you shouldn't have pulled me into the third party."

Victory for the third party is difficult; not only do you have to kill three witches, but you also have to escape the banishment vote from the good side camp. This means Su Ming'an cannot win together with Lv Shu and Noel, unless they can obtain props with additional effects.

Yuanyuan suggested: "In the next night phase, there are five people with voting rights. They are you, number 5 Mizushima Kawa Sora, number 6 Xue Qixia, number 7 Eli, and number 11 Boris. We need votes from you and Boris; if number 7 Eli doesn't defect to Mizushima Kawa Sora, we can at least tie the vote."

"What's your identity?"

Yuanyuan said: "Saint, with no special ability."

Su Ming'an pondered for a moment, the third party has benefits too. Besides the four votes from Noel, Lv Shu, Lu Meng, and Yuanyuan, there's now an additional vote from Boris, equivalent to half of the binding votes.

He didn't reveal his identity to Boris, considering the possibility—before being selected by the third party, the witch's priority is higher, and the witch's identity can be overridden by any identity if not yet awakened. If one among him, Yuanyuan, or Boris is an unawakened witch, it would be troublesome. At that time, which takes precedence, the third party's victory condition or the witch's victory condition?

He is the Order Angel, the most useful of the three angels, capable of functioning in every night phase. Both the Judgment Angel and the Slaughter Angel can easily prove their identities, but the Order Angel has no ability to self-prove, making witches surely try to find the Order Angel.

Ten minutes later, the discussion time ended.

Su Ming'an was separately transported into a pure white space.

…

[No.1 Judgment Angel, please choose today's "exemption" target.]

…

"No.4 Noel," Su Ming'an said.

Noel is to receive punishment during the daytime phase, which surely leads to a poor state.

…

[No.1 Judgment Angel, decided to protect No.4 player.]

[Action confirmed.]

[Daytime arrives.]

…

Su Ming'an's eyes lit up.

He stood in a corridor, with dimly burning candles on both sides. Yuanyuan stood right beside him, vigilantly observing.

The corridor had nothing special; a scarlet carpet stretched all the way.

"This looks a bit like the haunted house maze in an amusement park, dark and poorly lit, where ghosts jump out and scare you at the corner," Yuanyuan glanced around.

"Is the daytime phase about letting us navigate the maze?" Su Ming'an observed for a moment: "If so, regardless of which door we enter, we might end up encountering someone. If we find someone alone, it suggests they're likely a witch who has killed their companions. However, given the identity phase exists, it's likely the witch has already attacked someone unseen, with a participant dying invisibly every night, and the witch can also kill within the maze, meaning the reduction rate will be quick."

Yuanyuan nodded: "You are alive, indicating currently the witch doesn't have deep hostility toward you."

Their communication always flowed smoothly, especially concerning the game.

Yet it's uncertain whether the second witch or the third witch will directly target Su Ming'an. Since there is no "Prophet" setup in this witch hunt game, the only recourse is the Judgment Angel's judgments to push individuals, making identities quite unclear.

They walked for a long time, encountering neither people nor intersections, just a one-way road. The maze was quiet, with only the sound of their own footsteps. The atmosphere felt oppressive, as if hidden eyes were watching them.

Su Ming'an activated the wristwatch, Du; the walls were covered with deeply colored murals filled with mythological imagery. Angels holding long bows, descending holy rain, executions by fire on crucifixes, scarlet pythons falling into Nine Serenities, dozens of civilian cloth worshipers kneeling toward the starry sky… endless mythological stories.

"Ahead is the first intersection," Yuanyuan lifted her hand.

Su Ming'an moved forward and saw a mirror.

…

[Old God, you have returned.]

[I have awaited you here for a long time.]

Words in bright red appeared on the mirror.

Su Ming'an asked: "Who are you?"

…

[I existed a thousand years ago, with only a lingering obsession remaining here. To maintain game fairness, I cannot reveal more to you. Once the game ends, you will understand everything.]

[—The wind sails of a thousand years are about to set off. Are you prepared?]

…

Despite being in the dark corridor, Su Ming'an felt his heart racing. His hand touched the mirror, feeling the coldness.

Around him was silent, only Yuanyuan's gaze, cool, like a stray moonbeam.

"... Thank you for your hard work." Su Ming'an said.

Thank you all.

A salvation plan spanning a thousand years, information transmission spanning a thousand years, a thousand years of persistence and waiting... spanning three to four generations.

Protector Chao Yan, Rule Book Li Mingyue, lost self Xiao Jingsan, Hei Que…

Concealing history with mythology, connecting prayers through reincarnation.

Thank you all.

…

[Then, let's begin our daytime phase.] Blood words emerged:

["One's life has millions of paths. If life is likened to a game, each crucial decision point will determine what conclusion one's life leads to, whether the ending is HE or BE."]

["Are you satisfied with your life so far? If given the opportunity to choose again, if offered a chance to save and reload—like in a game, would you be willing to replay this game called 'life'?"]

[Every time you encounter an intersection, you enter a story.]

[Now please answer:]

[Do you value "yourself" more, or "others"?]

…

Yuanyuan was somewhat puzzled: "What is this…?"

Su Ming'an paused, saying: "Seems like a mind game strategy, the answer should lead towards a certain outcome. Let me think… I'll answer, others."

Amethyst sparkled, the candle flames swayed without wind, the mirror displayed the visage of a white-haired man. Before Su Ming'an could inspect further, the scene around him abruptly transformed—

Yuanyuan was also enveloped in shimmering light, she couldn't grasp Su Ming'an's hand and vanished into the radiance.

…

Yuanyuan opened her eyes.

She stood in a hospital corridor. Many anxious waiting people were seated on the couches in the hall, their appearances aged, cheeks lined with wrinkles, with canned water and soup bowls at their feet.

Yuanyuan hadn't seen such a scene in a long time. In the World Game, most had regained youthful beauty, such items as canned water and soup bowls were kept in personal spaces. This scene felt unfamiliar.

No one could see her; she seemed like a drifting ghost, until the sound "Gave birth!" came from a room.

Feeling a sense, she drifted over.

This is… someone's birth?

Until she saw a man stride in.

… It was.

She recognized the man in an instant; he appeared almost identical to the figure on the tombstone. Square-faced, with a stern demeanor.

Su Changming.

He hadn't even had time to take off his uniform, clearly rushing back from his job.

Yuanyuan still remembered this severe uncle. When he was alive, Su Ming'an used to smile frequently, with no scars on his body. Later, Su Ming'an seemed to become much quieter. Occasionally during tomb-sweeping, Yuanyuan would see him standing for long periods in front of the tombstone, wiping the photo on the tombstone, standing there for the entire morning.

"It's a boy, very cute," the nurse informed Su Changming.

Su Changming's expression didn't change. He grinned slightly and muttered to himself, "Just as we agreed with Wang An, a boy will be named... Ming'an. A very good meaning."

"Mom and I hope for his life..."

"Bright and smooth, safe and sound."

...

Su Ming'an opened his eyes.

He saw planes soaring high like cold crows, with silver-gray armor outlining sharp cannons.

Outside the window, people were fleeing, the staggered white buildings had a beauty akin to ice and snow, yet conveyed an extreme technological coldness. Sound devices everywhere repeatedly broadcast cold voices:

"As of today, the New God descends, the Old God has passed."

"As of today, the New God descends, the Old God has passed."

At this moment, Su Ming'an lowered his head, finding himself holding a book, as if he was teaching, complex formulas and diagrams floating on the lecture podium.

This is...

Suddenly, he realized.

...A thousand years ago?

"...Teacher, the New God wants to kill everyone who supports the Old Gods, General Qin asked me to take you out of the city first!" A young man with a bright face ran in from the doorway, grabbing Su Ming'an's arm.

Su Ming'an instinctively said, "The students..."

The words weren't something he intended to say; they just blurted out. It seems he is half-immersed, similar to emotional resonance, where he doesn't actively interfere, the body acts independently.

"The New God won't trouble them! But you're different; in the New God's eyes, you're a major believer in the Old Gods..." The young man ran out with Su Ming'an.

...Whose body am I possessing?

Su Ming'an looked back; the students were quickly collecting data, loading them onto their respective USB drives. The Deity was about to erase history, people were hurriedly trying to preserve history. But Su Ming'an knew these actions were almost useless; USB drives would be destroyed, people would be brainwashed, and eventually, nothing would remain.

This is a thousand years ago.

He had finally arrived a thousand years ago.

Contrary to the records in ancient texts, this wasn't a mythological era full of angels, demons, and execution by fire, but a highly technologically advanced era, even far beyond the current world.

The technological level a thousand years ago completely surpassed that of a thousand years later. It's as if the era regressed by a thousand years; all of this is the handiwork of the Deity.

...So far, Su Ming'an still doesn't understand why the Deity wants to erase history. If this era continued to develop for a thousand years, perhaps the technological level could rise to unimaginable heights, even designing starships and wormhole technology to travel far into outer space.

Running through the corridor, Su Ming'an gazed through the glass, overlooking the beauty of the city—hundreds of tracks crisscrossing the sky, small planes sweeping across the sky, people traveling with a type of automated climbing vehicle, wearing high-intelligence devices similar to those of Du on their ears. From the city's facilities and housing conditions, it was clear the order of this era was exquisite. Food, clothing, housing, and transportation, all had complete facilities.

But now it's different; clean surfaces showed spreading blood.

Schools were vandalized, the Finance Building was blown up, hospitals were invaded. Large mobs flooded the streets, raising electric batons like torches, eradicated those who supported the Old Gods.

He saw a distant tall building, like one made of Hexagonal Prism, exuding a gemstone-like purity, standing on the rooftop a figure of pure white. The noble sunlight fell on its shoulder, like a sun descending from the heavens.

...Deity.

It was he who stirred up this chaos, it was he who commanded the people to riot, it was he who proclaimed the death of the Old Gods.

—Eradicator of history, usurper.

A thousand years later, the Deity wanted to expel the Dieying because the Dieying is an invader. What was the Deity thinking a thousand years ago?

Su Ming'an glanced at that silhouette.

"...Hmm?" The wristwatch Du suddenly uttered a puzzled sound.

"What's the matter?" Su Ming'an said.

"Hmm... no, nothing..." Du fell silent.

They ran to the underground, the young man stuffed Su Ming'an into an instrument. The instrument was shaped like an eggshell, surrounded by red and blue piping, arranged with dazzling control levers and keyboards.

He heard distant voices, gradually approaching him.

"—Over here! An avid supporter of the Old Gods is here!"

"—Kill him!"

At least a hundred people stormed in here, their footsteps sounded rushing.

"You..." Su Ming'an just spoke, the eggshell he was in closed up, the glass cover descended, aligned tightly. Through the glass, he looked at the young man: "Where are we going?"

"To find General Qin. Unexpectedly, the Deity's actions were so fast, damned..." The young man stood outside the eggshell, his hands quickly operating, rapidly entering teleportation coordinates.

His fingers were trembling, he was afraid.

"The Old God will return, definitely will return. The Deity will certainly be punished..." he muttered shakily.

The footsteps drew closer, Su Ming'an saw the electric batons and guns in people's hands, even railguns and floating cannons.

"Click."

The young man pressed a button, the eggshell activated, and white light appeared. This should be a single-person teleportation device, which would send Su Ming'an to a safe place.

He glanced at the young man.

There was no second teleportation device here, clearly for emergency use.

"Teacher." After activating the teleportation device, the young man relaxed. He looked at Su Ming'an, eyes full of anticipation:

"Wish you safety, you must bring the Old God back..."

Bang.

The next moment.

The sound of gunshots like splashing waves.

"Kill the supporters of the Old Gods—!"

"Kill them—!"

Gunshots rang out, blood splattered on the glass cover of the eggshell, exuding a pure hue.

The teleportation activated, Su Ming'an extended his hand, his fingers touching the glass. He witnessed the young man's regret in his eyes, then the exploded head covered his view.

Black blood slid down the glass cover, the surroundings suddenly plunged into silence.

...

This is the Heavenly Era Year 1 (over 1100 years ago).

The New God ascends.

The Old God was declared dead.

...

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