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Chapter 1526 Final Chapter: Guarding the Shore [19] "4 "On Truth" (Author: Isabella)&

Chapter 1526: Final Chapter·Guarding the Shore [19]·"Chapter 4 "On Truth" (Author: Isabella)"

"They volunteered. Those who didn't want to are making strawberry shortbread in the other half of the city." Lin Yin said calmly: "Players will be resurrected infinitely in the main god world, you don't have to worry about their safety. Maybe a few people can't stand the pain of death, but..."

Her green eyes looked at him.

...But, Su Mingan, you have endured the pain of death hundreds of times. We are willing to endure this for you once or twice, two or three times, three or four times.

"Many people cannot share your past pain, nor can they go back to watch those abandoned stories, but at least this time, we are involved in your story, a joint story called "Welcome to the Return World Game." Lin Yin said.

The words that were unspeakable in the past were finally spoken without hesitation after the death replay was made public.

"Crack, crack, crack--" In an instant, the sound of book pages being torn was heard, and a dangerous shadow emerged.

Lin Yin immediately activated the maze formation, and the vortex of light enveloped Su Mingan. The next moment, the players outside disappeared, and the sound of rolling space and screams could be faintly heard.

In front of Su Mingan was a quiet bluestone basement.

This is the center of the formation, the innermost ring.

A pair of snow-white wings sprouted from Lin Yin's back, a golden halo floated on her forehead, her eyes were a vibrant green, and her palms formed into a ring.

This "violent nanny" finally stopped raising her black machete and used her healing ability seriously, sending circles of emerald green halos towards Su Mingan.

Adventure player Lin Yin, one of the top ten healing players, her mutant profession "Ring of Life" requires her to absorb vitality, so she needs to kill enemies to absorb vitality, and then transfer it to friendly players for healing. Before Su Mingan arrived, she had killed many villains who intended to stir up chaos. This "violent nurse" has never been a pure and kind little white flower. She grew up with Lu Shu and she can never tolerate any sand in her eyes.

Under the halo, Su Mingan felt that his vitality was recovering, the pain of being tortured by the godhead was easing, and his breathing became steady...

Instead, Lin Yin's face became paler and paler, as if all the vitality had been drained away.

"You can stop now." Su Mingan said immediately.

"I am the only wet nurse among the people you know. I just have a little vitality. I hope you can run faster and hold on until the moment of success." Lin Yin said lightly.

She is the only nanny in the team.

Due to the high risk of the mission, the team no longer needed the nanny a long time ago, but she still remembered her uniqueness - she was still the only and strongest nanny Su Mingan knew.

Sometimes, when Lu Shu and his friends felt tired, they would ask her for treatment in the Lord's World. But she was unwilling to accept this. She chose the healing profession because she hoped not to have to face the bleeding and helplessness of Lu Shu and his friends. But did she have to stand behind them forever and never be able to see the moment when they really bled?

The day has finally come.

The scarred Su Ming'an passed through her "transit station", and she played a huge role - healing his pain on the front line, relieving his exhaustion that was about to collapse, and helping him go further.

Hundreds of thousands of casual players can drag it out for about two or three minutes.

She can treat for two or three minutes.

"Is there no room left?" The girl asked the question for the third time.

Her life force was being drained away and she was in pain, but she was still asking, was there still room for this long and sad story?

After swallowing the godhood, can you still reach the other side where flowers bloom?

Why can't Su Mingan survive?

You've tried your best, haven't you?

At this moment, Su Mingan heard the sound of something falling.

"Boom."

It's a strawberry shortbread.

It rolled down the stairs and lay on the bluestone slabs in the basement.

Su Ming'an's expression was blank for a moment. He looked up and through the cracks in the ground, saw golden and crispy strawberry shortbread floating outside the window. The desserts were sliding down from the sky like a beautiful dream.

Like colorful pearls falling from the sky, like drops of strawberry-flavored rain.

The temperature of the red sun has reached a certain limit, strawberry crisps are falling from the sky, and the ark is about to set sail.

People who hold "Strawberry Shortcake" or people who hold the concept of "Strawberry Shortcake" will be sensed by the twelfth "Spiritual Dream Messenger", who will help them cover up their IP and sail towards the ship of the new world.

——这是2025年5月31日的9点41分。

It is no longer the dimensional ark of the ruined world, nor the millennium ark of the old world, but the ship belonging to Zhai Xing and Luo Vasa.

The one billion people who stayed behind and the one hundred million pioneers who set foot on the sea, they all came from the same hometown.

Su Mingan opened the red watch with a "click". The energy value was [8910/10000]. He realized that this was not enough, but it was too late.

The strawberry shortcake fell, which meant that the temperature had reached a critical point. If they didn't leave, everyone would be burned to death. But if the energy value was not enough, it meant that many people would be forced to stay...

"You've done a good job. You delayed the progress of the four high-dimensional beings." Lin Yin comforted him, "Many people have been saved because of this. It's enough."

"I want to see what's going on outside." Su Mingan said.

Lin Yin nodded and turned a page:

……

[Lin Yin opened the maze barrier and brought Su Mingan to the safest center of the formation.]

[Outside the barrier, under the sweep of the high dimension, the figures of the players fell down like wheat being cut, but the number of players was always large. This was because many players who were wandering around in the main god world saw this scene and decided to end it, filling the gap with numbers.]

[In Su Mingan’s live broadcast room, the comments scrolled:]

[I'm going! I'll be here soon! ]

[I'm in line too, I'll be there soon! ]

[Are you crazy? If you die at this time, you will have nothing left. Don't you think about your future and your family? ]

[There are always fools these days, and there are always passionate people. If there is not even one brave person left, the world will be destroyed.]

[Anyway, I have just been cleared, I can still go a second time, a third time, there are rules of the world game as a basis, as long as you are not afraid of pain, players can be resurrected infinitely...]

……

Densely packed human figures intersect in the chaotic and fluctuating space.

There are not many players who died in the Tenth World, but there are still tens of millions of them under the huge base. These tens of millions of players are the blank slate after being cleared, so it doesn’t hurt to be an “ant” at this time.

The base mana of a player is 100-500 points. For 100 players, it is 500 million- million points. For million players, it is...

One billion points.

What would a spell barrier maze constructed with a billion mana points look like?

Su Mingan could not see the non-stop operation of the main god world, nor could he see the United Group and other organizations maintaining order day and night, but he could see the magnificent scene before him - a pitch-black, huge "ant ball" was forming, rolling in the sea of ​​fire, shrinking due to burning, and then quickly expanding and filling up.

Or it would emit a tiny fireball and disappear into the broken space.

Or he transformed into a druid, and his claws melted before he could even take them out.

Or as soon as he took out the sword, both he and the sword turned into ashes.

Su Ming'an even saw a figure with whom he had a very good connection. It was the player who summoned a white bird whom he met in the first world. He had left a deep impression on him at that time. However, this player has been struggling for a long time and is still a blank slate.

Until the shouting outside became quieter and quieter, Lin Yin's face became paler and paler.

She looked at her watch. Three minutes, a very short three minutes.

"...I am still looking forward to going to Mount Taihua together. Don't give up hope until the last moment, my dear," she said.

The vortex in space fluctuated, and a dangerous shadow appeared to be getting closer and closer.

Lin Yin looked calm, accurately judged the timing, and waved his hand decisively. The golden pages of the book flipped in the air, opening up a vortex of escape, and a suction force came.

Su Ming'an was sucked into the vortex, and the next moment, he felt a shadow swallowing him from behind, and faintly felt blood splashing on his back.

"Snapped!"

A non-existent Mount Taihua seemed to appear before his eyes.

……

[Remaining team members: 12/15]

……

"Ding dong!"

[You have obtained the "Black Machete" (Purple Level)]

[Black Machete (Purple Level): "Guns and Roses, always ready for the princess. Love and tenderness, forever for Her Royal Highness."]

[Durability: 5/5]

【Type: Special props. 】

[Content: Lin Yin's personal weapon, which cannot be used by others. She used this black machete to kill many people who tried to assassinate the nanny.]

……

[You triggered the "Soul Ferry"! ]

[New storage skills: 1. Healing Ring. 2. Super powerful spiral invincible sword slash for the nurse.]

……

Central Research Institute.

Isabella opened a bottle of red wine, and the rose-like wine fell into the glass. She adjusted her glasses, and faint forehead wrinkles appeared.

The scientist was not very good at literature, and almost wrote the story as a paper, trying to deconstruct the magic of Lovasa with science. She also stayed in the institute like a qualified scientist, until a strawberry cake rolled in through the window with a "bang".

She closed the window, took the elevator and sat on the rooftop.

The Central Research Institute has a large rooftop that was previously used for stargazing.

At this time, people were drinking here.

……

[Story name: "On Truth"]

【Creator: Isabella】

[Story Summary: This is a story about truth. There is no time to write a summary.]

……

In history, there was a poor gentleman named Dean Carr. Because of the emergence of creation, he suddenly felt that the edifice of science had collapsed, so he jumped down from a tall building drunkenly to find a world without drunkenness.

Today, Isabella met the "Dean Kyles" again.

They sat together on the rooftop, gazing at the stars in the sky as they admired the stunning view of the sun and the moon.

"That's the star Wolf... Haha, three days ago this star was renamed 'Eye of the Gray Wolf' by a fantasy creator, and then its spectrum changed just like the gray wolf..." Old Victor stood up shakily: "Do you know what the most ironic thing is? While we are busy calculating day and night, a writer only needs to write 'the stars are as gentle as a baby's breathing', and those damn spectral lines really look like a little kid breathing!"

August, with a full beard, held a bottle of wine. "Over there, are the Pegasus constellations! Astronomer Herschel spent his entire life measuring the distance... Now it has become an earring that a princess in a fairy tale left in the sky! Who cares about its previous value? No one!"

Mansa, who had short black hair, smiled and pointed in a direction drunkenly: "There is also the supernova remnant NGC 6960..." She burped: "It's the same. Hundreds of years ago, we used it to verify the isotropy of the speed of light... Now its significance is to serve as a footnote to romance novels, and the stars have become literary rhetoric..."

In their sight, a star that once opened up the cognition of the cosmic scale is being rewritten by an essay, dubbed as "a token of love personally made between the hero and heroine", presenting the brilliance of love.

A few days ago, they saw with their own eyes the moment when a poet wrote "star trails are like braids", the stars really began to weave into the shape of braids.

In the last darkness before dawn, the moment when starlight falls into the wine glass.

In the distance, on the other side of the horizon, people were preparing to board the ship. They looked tired, some were carrying large and small bags, some were fanning themselves to make ice, trying to cool down, or some were hugging each other tightly, nervously waiting for the arrival of the destined moment.

And here, in the dying sanctuary of old physics, old-school scientists stubbornly count the stars—they witness the afterglow of the stars as if they were collecting the ashes of their lifelong beliefs.

They made no preparation to board the ship, like grains of sand waiting to be blown away by the wind.

Not everyone is willing to go to the new world. Those who miss their homeland, those who share the same fate, and those whose faith is broken, prefer to stay in their abandoned homeland, in this destined desolate cemetery.

This is an absurd world, but also a world that people are nostalgic for.

When the first star began to fall, they all raised their heads and drank, lighting the beer in their hands.

"——Cheers to Dean Carr!" A bearded man raised his glass: "When that drunk jumped off the Brooklyn Building a few years ago, did he ever think that we would choose a more magnificent death?"

Everyone clinked their glasses and the wine splashed.

Someone started playing the guitar. It was an old white-haired man named Old Mike. He wore a linen baseball cap and a brown shorts and sang Rowatha's ballad. His rough fingers plucked the guitar strings, and the moonlight swayed at the bottom of the whiskey bottle.

"Ah, my dear friend, today I am going to sail away, today I am going to sail away!"

"To the reef port where the poets of Lovasa cannot find, to the pasture where ink cannot stain black!"

"Bluebells grow in the cracks of the starry sky. A poet says this is the growth of romance."

"But we remember that 230 years ago, the dew there once wet our data notebooks..."

At this moment, laughter sounded in Isabella's ears.

A young man wearing a white mask walked out of the vortex, the mask dripping with bright red paint, his body surrounded by a colorful halo, accompanied by an extremely shrill laugh.

"The fourth story." The young man said to himself calmly.

People were stunned for a moment, but instead of being scared, they raised their glasses and invited the stranger to join them.

"Ms. Bella, is this your friend?" they asked curiously.

"Ms. Bella is so popular, she really has friends everywhere."

Su Mingan gently covered his nose with the smell of wine and looked at Isabella.