He is destined to be rejected.

Whether human or deity.

Just because the opponent is Su Ming'an, he will search for "the best of both worlds" over and over again...

It seems that Shadow is pushing Su Ming'an onto the divine throne.

But Shadow knows in his heart that actually, as a human, Su Ming'an most closely resembles the concept of a deity. His actions of pushing Su Ming'an [onto the divine throne] are, in essence, pulling him [down from the divine pedestal].

Only by becoming a deity can Su Ming'an be the most free, with no responsibilities. If he were to return from deity to human... he would instead become, in the truest sense... the kind of deity most full of divinity.

Shadow covered his face and laughed out loud.

The laughter was clear like the wind.

"So it's still impossible... impossible."

"You would never agree, not once, not ever, no matter what..."

Su Ming'an quietly gazed at Shadow.

If given the chance, Su Ming'an would seek the mysteries of civilization, for isolation only invites attack. But not in such a way that loses everything and submits to the enemy, rising to high dimensions.

Shadow was truly clever; he pushed Su Ming'an into a situation most likely to agree to high dimensions. Just now was Su Ming'an's most shaken moment thus far, for humanity seemed as insignificant as ants to Shadow, becoming unimportant.

But just as Su Ming'an was about to step forward and agree, he felt the taut sensation of puppet threads in his hands.

—It was the limit of distance.

The puppet threads stretched to the limit of distance; one more step forward, and they would snap. The corpse at the other end of the threads would utterly vanish among the ruins.

Shadow hesitated for a moment but still let go of his hand— he no longer needed these threads, nor those corpses.

One strand, two strands, three strands, four strands, five strands.

The threads floated down, and Shadow stared at them blankly as he continued to walk forward, not caring about them. He didn't care who they were connecting to.

Until,

His heart suddenly felt a pulling sensation.

—At this moment, he lowered his head and looked in the direction of his heart.

Through his flawless form, he saw a golden heart— attached to a slightly thick puppet thread.

His pupils contracted as he suddenly understood.

Turns out, what he held in his hand was not the main end of the puppet threads. The real main end was connected to his own heart. When he was human, he had tied the hearts of his companions and threaded the other end through his own heart.

...Turns out he wasn't merely pulling their five hearts in one direction.

Their five hearts were also pulling at his own heart.

He didn't understand what this feeling was, but he could distinctly judge the logic— Upon being human, he needed these companions so much that he connected his own heart to them.

And thus, the world began to reverse. The azure blue torrents of time spewed grand light.

He initiated retrospection.

Even though he couldn't fathom why he initiated time retrospection. The universe was as small as a speck in his eyes, yet the puppet thread within his heart told him he should reverse.

Reverse... for what purpose?

Countless silver lights swirled around his fingertips as he finally leaped past that critical time node— an unbreakable node when he was human.

White tendrils swayed, breathing light, sprawling across the sky, causing the time on the ground to frantically reverse... Flames extinguished, the Old Divine Palace remained intact, the puppet threads transmitting a warm sensation.

He looked back with contemplation.

Time froze at the first snowflake falling in the air.

He let go of the pointer in his hand, click, click, frozen streams began to flow, new shoots broke through their sprouts, fledgling birds broke their shells.

The people on the ground stared dumbly at the sky, kneeling in prayer.

Mizushima Kawa Sora's jealousy was buried, unable to imagine what Su Ming'an suffered in the future.

Eli and Agnes exchanged a glance, beginning to fear that Su Ming'an might not want to return to the Main God World, for becoming a god seems to be a very good ending for most people.

In Yamada Town, Yamada Machiichi and Lu enjoyed the good food and drinks of deities, seeing the white tendrils above the horizon. Since they were too far, they couldn't identify them as many fine tendrils, only seeing the pure white color sprawling across the vast sky, creating a spectacular and grand view.

"What is that?" Yamada Machiichi wiped cream from his mouth.

"It's..." Lu looked up, squinted his eyes:

"...light?"

...

[Light].

...

Lv Shu blinked.

He was wiping the angel statue before him, not knowing what happened outside the Old Divine Palace, seemingly hearing people's gasps.

He just focused on wiping the angel statue. Because Su Ming'an said there were three days left to end the instance, and told them all to stay peacefully inside the Old Divine Palace, so Lv Shu did as instructed. He strictly followed the arrangement, hardly venturing beyond the doors, with nothing much to do, he'd wipe the statues of deities and angels inside the Old Divine Palace.

This wasn't requested by anyone. He just accidentally found out that by doing so, he could calm his mood. The clamoring and relentless hatred in his mind... would slightly ease.

Perhaps this is true faith.

He looked up at the central old deity statue. The marble-crafted youth smiled back at him, with twelve pairs of snow-white tendrils raised high, lacking some softness of a true person, possessed more of the deity's tolerance and holiness.

Believing in a deity could indeed calm one's mood. Though his heart wasn't entirely filled with faith, there was also friendship, he unavoidably looked up to Su Ming'an.

Lv Shu picked up the cloth to wipe the statue's wings—

At this moment,

He heard a vague "boom," turned back but saw nothing. He curiously walked a few steps outside, suddenly seeing a huge white tendril appearing in the corridor, rushing straight toward him!

This tendril was different from the usual Su Ming'an's tendrils, several times larger. But he still recognized it immediately, so he stood motionless, allowing the white tendril to wrap him up and drag him away.

Passing through corridors, he saw several white tendrils, wrapping Yuanyuan and Lu Meng, their expressions were puzzled. Originally doing their own things, no one expected tendrils to suddenly rush in and sweep them away.

Until dragged out of the Old Divine Palace— Lv Shu saw a scene he didn't expect.

In the sky above, tendrils like spring snow, deities overlooking them, millions of white feathers behind. The radiant brilliance filled the sky, like the new sunlight covering the night, even obscuring the blue full moon in the sky.

—Daring to turn night into day.

Lv Shu then realized... it was clearly night now, yet forcefully the white tendrils turned it into day.

"Is this... wait, is that Su Ming'an?" Lu Meng was stunned by the scene, twisted like the oil painting The Scream.

"Su Ming'an." Lv Shu recognized immediately.

Despite Su Ming'an's black hair being disheveled, and the cross light on his forehead almost obscuring his eyes, he was still easily recognizable.

These pure white tendrils emitted a clean beauty, like soft gemstones, making one feel embraced by sunlight.

... Even though he became a god, his strength was warm.

In the next moment, the tendrils pulled Noel, who was reading a book by the divine throne, closer. Noel's expression was somewhat innocent, holding the incomplete book cover "Ten Ways to Make Strawberry Desserts" in his hand. He didn't expect that, while slacking off, he would suddenly be dragged out by the tendrils. But soon, he saw Su Ming'an in his divine state.

Under the white light, there wasn't a trace of a smile on Su Ming'an's face. Even upon seeing Noel, he looked at him as if he were a stranger.

For a moment, Noel almost understood everything.

"... Sorry." Noel murmured to himself.

Seeing you in this state, I can probably guess... you had to make this choice out of sheer helplessness.

Surely even your retrospection was useless... which led you to become a god. Otherwise, you would have chatted with me.

Deep in Noel's heart, a complex layering of hints had always been buried. Had he discussed godhood with Su Ming'an in the previous cycle, then there would definitely be some hints hanging on Su Ming'an right now.

Now that Noel saw no new hints, it meant that they hadn't talked even once, and Su Ming'an had already become a god.

How great a despair was this.

... To make a person abandon even "self," just to turn back.

"Sorry." Noel repeated once more.

Yet the deity cared not for his apologies, nor for his gaze. Those old soul exchanges that crossed time were already buried deep within the divinity.

Noel chuckled bitterly, withdrew his index finger, and gently touched the tendril.

This was their quick communication, like an embedded language, not needing phonetic combinations, meaning "sorry." If Su Ming'an wished to respond, he just needed to withdraw his index finger as well. But one could imagine, the deity would not respond.

Noel averted his gaze, looking at the tens of thousands of humans kneeling below the skies. They were so devout; even if the deity commanded them to die, they would be willing.

Until Noel tilted his head.

—He suddenly saw the deity's index finger withdraw slightly.

This action, He performed it quite hesitantly, as if unsure of what He was doing. But He still did it, like a reflex.

Noel's gaze flickered, he held his forehead, and laughed heartily in his heart.

He suddenly understood, no matter what Su Ming'an transformed into, Su Ming'an is Su Ming'an, he would return someday... eventually.

"... Su Ming'an." Shadow descended before him, gazing at Su Ming'an.

"Shadow, you never wanted to become a true friend of mine, nor do I possess such great charm," Su Ming'an said blandly, "you're no different from the organizers, only valuing what might exist within me. Don't sugarcoat it, talk of freedom, travel... I don't know you at all."

"..." Shadow stared intently at Su Ming'an.

"Did you want to say that I once knew you?" Su Ming'an said, "Your lies have no effect. The boy who cried wolf cannot deceive the fourth time."

Shadow was silent for a long time:

"Indeed, you truly don't know me."

Su Ming'an cautiously wrapped a few teammates within the tendrils, like a hamster hoarding food, placing them in the safest spot. Even though He didn't know their purpose, the puppet threads on his heart indicated perhaps they shouldn't be discarded.

Then, He faced Shadow directly, his voice as cold as frost.

"I dislike you intensely."

"Now, I shall fulfill the initial promise of the instance."

...

[Combat Power (Temporary): 8999+]

...

Shadow was stunned... what promise?

Did Su Ming'an make any promise at the early stage of the instance?

In the next moment, He suddenly understood.

White tendrils rose abruptly like the growing branches, and fiercely stabbed towards Shadow. The space was violently flung about, crimson light flickered continuously, covering His entire body—

"Boom—Boom—"

The sound of vibrations resounded like thunder as thousands of strange creatures were instantly torn apart, raining down blood.

A tendril scooped, pulling the bewildered Xiao Ying out from the Old Divine Palace, and fiercely slammed him onto the ground, where he landed face-first like a dog diving into a watermelon.

A tendril jabbed, found Xue Qixia hiding in a corner, and pierced through his chest before he could even plead for mercy.

Afterwards, the tendrils quickly found Zhang Daoxuan, Zhang Xiaoqi, Dwight, Jenni, who were using various props to flee... they all had helped Mizushima Kawa Sora attempt to kill Su Ming'an. Whether they were true players or false illusions, they had all attempted to kill Su Ming'an, and thus Su Ming'an treated them alike.

With no ability to resist.

Clearly, the players were quite powerful, yet before the deity's might... they were no different from ants.

They couldn't fight back, nor could they escape.

"Su Ming'an, I hail from the Ancient Martial Families, aligned with Lu Shu's clan. You can't kill me—ah—!" Zhang Daoxuan glared fiercely, attempting to gain a reprieve with his senior stance, only to be blown apart by the impassive deity.

"Wait... Su Ming'an, my intention was never to harm you. My master forced me to do it, please spare me—!" Zhang Xiaoqi was frightened, his face pale, robes fluttering, repeatedly pleading. However, his feeble voice, the deity didn't even bother to listen, turning him into scarlet liquid in the next second.

"Su Ming'an, spare me, in the future if you head east, I wouldn't dare west! I was blinded by profit before, my vision clouded, please spare me..." Dwight's face was ashen, his body twisted into a bizarre shape due to the spatial vibration, soon lifeless.

Blue, red, green... various color effects sparkled, equipment props littered the ground.

The deity disregarded any pleas from the enemies.

Under the vibrations that covered the whole sky, blood splattered, limbs scattered like flowers falling from the sky. Su Ming'an was ruthless towards those who attempted to kill him, and even more so in his divine state, crushing them like ants. Any props, equipment, skills were like being poured upon a copper wall.

If Edward were present, he would probably whip their corpses three hundred times, alas it couldn't be.

Facing the frenzied stabbing of the white tendrils, Shadow suddenly recalled what Su Ming'an's initial promise was.

That was—

[Blow Kill the Riddlers!]

"Swish!"

Light and shadow shot through, blood splattered everywhere.

The space swept clear the heavens and earth, judgment enveloped thousands of miles.

Under the wild dance and vibration of the white tendrils, the skies changed color, mountains and seas overturned, the world resonated.

People prostrated on the ground, shocked by the deity's might.

...

Yuanyuan stroked the white tendril, looking at the intertwining colors in Su Ming'an's eyes, and sighed softly.

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