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 He gave up the idea.

As long as Su Luoluo programs and implements the system instructions of the Dream Patrol game, it is enough to be a "causal programmer".

 It was too difficult for her to perceive the cause and effect of the overlapping image. Although he would miss some opportunities to predict the superimposed shadow method, Su Luoluo was only a seventeen-year-old high school student after all.

 …she is even at a loss when being sprayed by the audience, she is still an immature child. How should she judge the cause and effect of feedback to high-dimensional people? It's so hard for her.

On the bench, there was silence for a moment, and the withered yellow leaves slowly fell down, blending into a soft and light yellow carpet.

The girl's dim purple eyes reflected the sky, and she was in a daze.

Looking at the time, Su Mingan wanted to leave. He still had some small things to do and couldn't sit down with Su Luoluo all the time.

 “…Little Yunduo.” The girl suddenly spoke.

Su Ming, who was about to get up, paused, lowered his body weight again, and looked at her.

 There was a mist-like dimness in the girl's eyes.

"Actually, I have a lot of dark history that I haven't told you." She said, "Before I suffered from depression, I did a lot of wrong things. When I was thirteen years old, I felt that depression was very serious. Cool, I deliberately scratched my hands and took photos of the wounds to make others worry about me... When I was fourteen years old, in order to gain a sense of presence, I dressed myself up like a landmine, but it was actually fake. I was not on the Internet at all. That kind of persona is just to make others care about me.”

“That’s when I discovered...it turns out that I have always longed to be noticed. Even if it’s just on the Internet.”

“Then I started playing games and slowly accumulated a few fans. Most of them just stayed because of my appearance and voice. It was like raising a cyber clown and didn’t care about my soul at all.”

“I started posting a lot of photos online when I was fifteen. Catering to the weekly fashion trends, gothic, minefield, cute, devilish… but I never got more than 10 likes. I tweeted a lot. , to express my views on the world, my daily life, and my own feelings, but no one responded to me. I just opened a small account and gave myself likes. Days like this lasted...for a long time."

 Hearing Su Luoluo's narration, Su Mingan seemed to see a girl struggling in a huge world with no relatives or friends, and all she came into contact with were all kinds of strange people on the Internet. She was too ordinary, her appearance was not eye-catching, her academic performance was not outstanding, and she had no talent to show in the class meeting, so she could only look at others with envy.

 In this huge world, no one cares about the struggles and tears of a female high school student.

 He listened in silence. Maybe it was because she had been separated from him for too long. Su Luoluo poured out all the sixteen years that no one cared about her like bitter water. If she had not been taken away by the old gods, she would have had many friends of the same age in the civilian area, but she was taken away. From now on, high schools can only take online classes, and the only thing they have access to is the Internet.

 The Internet is sometimes very unfriendly to a young, 17-year-old female high school student. It can be seen from the audience just now.

 So...these make up who she is today.

　　With only a hundred or so fans...a game anchor that no one cares about, Ms. Demon King.

Su Mingan wants to say, you are not ordinary. You have been selected into one of the TE perfect clearances. How can you be ordinary? But looking at her slightly sad eyes, he realized that she was indeed ordinary, and her behavior was no different from that of a normal seventeen-year-old girl. Just like Xiaomei, they are really just ordinary people, but they are accidentally involved in the whirlpool. So they, whose ability and courage couldn't keep up, inevitably began to panic.

Su Luoluo, her biggest hobbies are just watching anime, playing games, painting, and playing quicksand mahjong.

 “So…” Su Luoluo said.

 She raised her head and stared at Su Mingan. The flower-scented wind blew between them, blowing the golden and white robes of the gods.

 The sadness dissipated in her eyes, and she suddenly curved her eyebrows, as if changing her face, and smiled.

 “So, that’s great.”

“If I could cultivate in the direction of the double shadow—then wouldn’t I really be the legendary demon king?”

Su Mingan looked at her suddenly. It was a happy, real, sunflower-like smile.

 She was actually really happy.

 In response to the fact that she can perceive double images.

"Cultivate you in the direction of the overlapping shadow. Due to the shared network of cause and effect, you can perceive and involve similar cause and effect. But those who stare into the abyss will also be stared into by the abyss. When you go deep into the cause and effect, you will be hurt by the overlapping shadow. You will be very Pain, even mental disorder, loss of self." Su Mingan said.

 So he wanted to give up the idea. He felt that Su Luoluo couldn't hold on.

 But she felt that life was finally a little different. That stagnant, reincarnated, hopeless... high school life.

"Think about it again." Su Mingan said: "This requires a very strong will. You are just hot-headed now. Don't waste your causal power."

Su Luoluo no longer insisted, she really needed to think about it.

When Su Mingan turned his head, Su Luoluo suddenly raised his hand: "Jiu Ling—Salad Shala!"

The morning light jumps among the branches and leaves, spreading golden color all over the ground. At the girl's command, the golden ribbons circled around and landed on Su Mingan's hair. He grabbed a piece of ribbon, which was bright golden yellow and small, like grains of quicksand. This is a brand new order created by her using the power of cause and effect, just like system command programming.

But her first programming turned out to be this harmless moment command, just to summon some golden quicksand-like ribbons.

"...I have always felt that gold suits you very well. It is warm, dazzling, and like the sun. This is the first time that I use the power of cause and effect to perform a magic trick for you." Surolo said.

 “…Hmm.” Su Mingan responded.

"It will be my eighteenth birthday in a while. When that day comes, I will tell you the answer." Surolo said.

Su Mingan brushed the golden ribbons, and they shone brightly on his body. The clear morning sun glowed like fish scales.

 He originally wanted to leave directly, but he stopped. Under Su Loluo's puzzled gaze, he did not look back, pointed at the civet cat sleeping lazily next to the bench, and said:

 “You are not a noble ragdoll cat, nor are you a beautiful British shorthair cat.”

“You are a free civet cat, not a luxury cat, so you can do whatever you want.”

"Many people used to tell me that you are an adult and you have to plan your life. If you don't have parents at home, you have to think about your future. What's the use of choosing psychology? It's better to study finance, The law means that I will at least have a stable job in the future and be able to get a loan to buy a house and get married. Even though their own lives are incomplete, they require me to walk within the prescribed line at all times."

"But whoever stipulates that you must do something at a certain age. I know they mean it sincerely. The stability of psychology is definitely not as stable as those majors, but this is my own life." "Su Luolo, I have seen many people because of one incident People who collapse during exams, or even commit suicide due to depression. Is this their fault? Or who molded them into that shape, and they will collapse as soon as they don't fit the mold? Studying, exams, working, getting married, having children, it seems If there is a mistake in one link, everything will be lost. But life is obviously a long journey, and it doesn't matter if there are mistakes."

"You are a civet cat. You are free. You are not a cat in a greenhouse who is strict with every fur."

“So, it’s okay if you’re not the manager, it’s okay if you’re not the devil lady, it’s okay if you’re not a white-collar worker, and it’s okay if no one cares.”

He never looked back at her, but looked at the tabby cat on the ground and spoke to the lazily yawning cat. Even though it was sleepy and couldn't understand anything, he spoke to it very seriously.

The civet cat arched its body, facing him only with its buttocks.

 The Lord God is actually persuading a cat. If this scene is placed in the outside world, people will definitely look stupid, and even make people wonder whether the Lord God has a mental problem.

 But the girl bit her lip and her eyes were red.

 She presented him with beautiful golden ribbons, and he told her that there was no need to be anxious or afraid. Even though his words reveal a bit of idealistic innocence, they are a rare sentiment for adults.

"...I am a weak coward. If I am scared or anxious, can I still come...to find you?" the girl said softly. Her timidity couldn't change with just one word, but she felt she could begin to change.

　　Starting from...becoming a real "Miss Demon King".

 Looking straight into the abyss.

"Of course. I used to think that 'Congratulations on growing up' was a blessing, Yang Xia's love and expectation for Dong Xue, but I think... maybe there is another kind of blessing."

“Miss Demon King, you can never grow up.”

Su Mingan left.

 …

 The Holy City enters the second year of the Heavenly Era.

Su Mingan stood on the bell tower, overlooking the earth. The mountains in the distance fell like a continuous blue dragon, and fine snow fell from the sky. The holy white buildings almost melted in this January snow.

 The New Year is approaching and people are always happy. But the New Year in the Holy City is not like this. The heavy snow symbolizes a large loss of heating resources and also symbolizes that many elderly people cannot get out of this winter.

Su Mingan stretched out his hand and slowly hung a silver bell on the eaves of the bell tower - the eaves were raised high and many objects were already hung on it. Peace Festival, bead chains, name tags, padlocks, photo folders...most of these are the relics of the deceased. Whenever Su Ming'an brushes the forehead of the dying person, they will express their reluctant words to him and give him the most precious object to hang here as a memorial of their past life. Gradually, a voice came out, saying that the relics hung by the hands of the gods should protect those who are still alive, and bless their lives to be healthy and bright for all generations.

There are also voices saying that the dead will not disappear, but will turn into stars in the palm of the gods and hang in the sky. Whenever the stars shine in the night sky, it is the dead who are lighting the way home for the living.

With these beautiful voices, Su Mingan takes on their attachment and expectations, stores each person in his mind one by one, retains their emotions, memories and abilities, and takes them into the long river of reincarnation.

 Listen to their regrets. Accept their prayers. Hang their relics with your own hands.

 Then, he looked at these relics hanging under the eaves. They could be described as exquisite. When the evening wind blows, the pear blossoms of thousands of trees collide with each other and jingle. Peace Festival, name tags, padlocks...you chase each other, layer upon layer, like children playing one after another. If you count them carefully, there are thousands of them. This amount made Su Mingan feel dizzy...it turned out that he had already said goodbye to so many people with his own hands.

He remembered that at the end of last year, it was the coldest time of the year, and the wind was biting. As soon as Wang Mingming, who had returned from the Ice Age, stepped out of the vortex of time and space, he pulled on his sleeves, and his face was soaked with bitter coffee. Colorful frost—pollution is overloaded.

The young man also seemed to know that he was about to die. He personally hung a star pendant around Su Mingan's neck and said:

  【This is what my father left behind. I hope you will always be protected. 】

  【Thank you for always looking after me. Thank you for your kindness. 】

 It was the father who died trying to save the planetarium a thousand years later, and the father who died fighting for the gods a thousand years ago, an ordinary soldier. I only know his surname is Wang, but I can’t even remember his appearance. Now his child is also dying.

Even though he had already said goodbye to many people, at this moment, the Lord God’s eyes turned red in a rare sight.

The relics of thousands of trees and flowers swayed on the bell tower, like the eyes of old friends, which were actually more vivid than the stars in the night sky. There was a gust of wind, and the **** put his hand on the young man's forehead, leaned down and spoke in a low voice.

　　　【I bless you, you will have a bright life, good health and prosperity, for all your life to come. 】

 God has no ability to bless people. This is just a customary farewell word. He himself is only a nineteen-year-old human being, not a god. He is even the same age as Wang Mingming in front of him. But everyone believes that those blessed by him will definitely get good luck. Gradually, the gods themselves believed that they could bless everyone's lives.

 …He himself began to believe it.

 The young man smiled, as if he was satisfied. He stared into the god's eyes, as if the bright fire inside was burning a little more. He said:

　　【If there is a next life, if I can see you again... I hope to be your right hand, even if it's just to help you on a journey. Even if it's just...for a little while. 】

The **** answered him, you did it, you will be an outstanding young man, speak out bravely in the face of the ugly truth, and save the sheep in the rain.

 With a "click", the commemorative medal from the Star Planetarium fell to the ground.

 The young man closed his eyes with satisfaction.

 The **** stood there for a long time, and the dark skin disappeared from his palms like broken sand. No one dared to look up and see His expression clearly.

 No one would see His rare fragility.

 …

 The winter this year was extremely cold.

 Many people who said goodbye never came back.

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