novellk Chapter 1699 - 42: Lost Yesterday or Tomorrow
Chapter 1699 - 42: Lost Yesterday or Tomorrow
A Player wearing a brown plaid hat, smoking a pipe, walked cautiously in the maze."Damn, where are my Player Skills? Why can’t I summon anything?" The youth fiddled with his pockets, discovering that his various top-class Equipment and weapons, he couldn’t take out a single one! Replaced by some bottle caps... Damn it, he didn’t even like drinking alcohol! Who stuffed these things in here?
Helplessly, he could only continue moving forward.
As he walked, he suddenly encountered a tall man with disheveled long hair, wearing Demon Horns, holding a jug. This man was twice as tall and sturdy as him. The Plaid Hat Youth swore by his neighbor grandma’s apple pie, this was the most manly man he’d ever seen!
"Brother, are you also a Player? Can I ask which level this is? Has the World Game not ended yet?" The Plaid Hat Youth greeted.
The man seemed a bit confused too, as if he couldn’t figure out the situation, continuously drinking large gulps of alcohol.
"Brother, you have a really broad mind, drinking at a time like this." The Plaid Hat Youth said.
"I just think..." the man said, "when I’m drunk, I can forget many things."
"You’re a man with stories," the Plaid Hat Youth spread his hands, "but we need to think of a way to get out of this dark place."
For some reason, though both were introverted people, they quickly became closer than brothers upon meeting each other. Soon, the Plaid Hat Youth was drinking the man’s alcohol, and the man was curiously fiddling with the Plaid Hat Youth’s mechanical watch. The two walked shoulder to shoulder forward.
"Brother, you’re really tall and strong." The Plaid Hat Youth marveled, "When I was young, I envied people with physiques like yours and even tried drinking alcohol. My Occupation requires a smart brain, so I stayed away from alcohol."
"Sometimes, I wonder..." the man murmured, "if I don’t soak my brain in alcohol and try some intellectually stimulating activities, what would I be like?"
"Then stop drinking."
"I can’t, I... my head always hurts." The man shook his head in pain, "It’s like I’ve had surgery, and when I’m slightly sober, it’s like needles pricking me; I often feel inexplicably sad and unconsciously tear up... So I’ve learned to drink; as long as I intoxicate myself, as long as I retain my strength and muscles... it’ll be fine."
The Plaid Hat Youth opened his mouth, suddenly feeling a strange sadness. Damn it, clearly, the man was talking about his own matters, why would he feel sad too?
"I’ve heard some Kingdoms are chaotic; maybe you were caught by some unethical Doctor and underwent a brain-severing surgery, causing your pain." The Plaid Hat Youth said.
"I don’t know, but my subconscious tells me, it seems voluntary..."
"Voluntary? You probably got tricked by someone, who told you it was a noble transformation, but it’s really cheap human experimentation. Human nature is so bad." The Plaid Hat Youth experienced wisdom.
Human nature is so bad.
The Plaid Hat Youth had always agreed with this concept; the Kingdom he was in was full of homeless people and addicts, fraud, robbery, people did anything. He never thought the World was good; sometimes he even thought, if the World exploded, that would be great.
After walking for a while, the man said, "If you hate humans, why do you continue forward?"
The Plaid Hat Youth froze for a moment.
Slowly, he pursed his lips, then lifted his head: "...earn Points, become strong, and wait to go home."
This is a Player’s greatest mission.
"What about you?" The Plaid Hat Youth countered.
"I..." the man made an almost identical gesture, slowly pursing his lips, lifting his head.
They were like fraternal twins, their expressions incredibly similar.
"Protect a Your Highness, become strong, then..." the man’s eyes flashed with intoxication and confusion, "I also seem to be always waiting to go home..."
But why haven’t neither of them gone home, why are they still waiting? Even needing alcohol to hypnotize themselves, to escape the pain, the inexplicable sadness.
"Splash— splash—" Water flowed and surged.
The Plaid Hat Youth wiped the fog-covered lenses.
"Meeting you felt like old times, I truly hope we can become friends." The Plaid Hat Youth said. His temperament was strange; he had few friends, but this person made him greatly appreciate.
"I also hope I can meet you again." The man said sincerely. He was silent, temperamentally magnanimous, rarely saying soft words, yet now incredibly genuine.
"I probably won’t live long afterward. Soon, I and others will erase memories and go to a New World, only then can we survive." The Plaid Hat Youth’s eyes flashed with a hint of regret, "Humans are shaped by environment and memories. If I forget myself and grow up in a new environment, I will become a completely different person... Truly hope I won’t dislike myself then."
"I’ve also forgotten who I was long ago." The man patted the Plaid Hat Youth’s shoulder, comforting him, "To suppress the inexplicable sadness in my heart, I drank too much alcohol and can’t remember many things... I’m like a short-lived creature, can only retain recent memories... Sigh, wish long ago, I wasn’t a person my current self would dislike."
"Pop!" The Plaid Hat Youth patted the man’s shoulder: "Definitely not. Like me, who friends say is ’cunning’, yet likes you so much, you certainly were a great person before!"
"My friends are few, almost none; they’re all afraid of me..." The man paused and looked at the short youth, "But you’re my very good friend, even if we only talked for a dozen minutes."
"It feels like meeting an old friend!" The Plaid Hat Youth evaluated.
"Feels like old times." The man laughed.
Though their appearance, physique, and temperament were poles apart, they were quickly drawn to each other.
They continued to walk forward.
The Plaid Hat Youth said, don’t you regret it? Your life is so painful; you have to rely on alcohol to numb yourself, not even remembering who you once were, just to protect a Your Highness?
The man said, then why did you decide to erase your memories and go to a strange New World? Just to survive? No, with your abilities, you can thrive anywhere; you’re also doing it to protect some people.
The Plaid Hat Youth couldn’t help but laugh: Protect? I wish the World would explode! I’ve been robbed twenty times by homeless people, had a gun to my head a dozen times by robbers! My mom ran off with another man, my dad’s a spineless addict! Finally, I clawed out of Hell, opened a Detective agency, barely completed a class ascent, just enough to support myself. Who wants to protect that selfish humanity? It’s just that everyone else is going to the New World, I don’t want to fall behind, so I do the same as them.
The man said, conforming to the crowd... doesn’t sound noble, but ultimately you didn’t choose to run away, right? You had many chances to run, like walking with me this distance, you didn’t need to go back to find them, but you couldn’t stop bringing up their names.
The Plaid Hat Youth fell silent.
The man said, sometimes I also wonder, why I wait for the mission to descend, maybe I could smash my jug, abandon my followers, run far away, the Gods couldn’t find me! But still, I stayed.
The Plaid Hat Youth said, but you don’t even know him.
The man said, even if I don’t know him. There’s a voice in my heart telling me, it’s him.
Living clearly, living confused, what’s the difference?
Both know what they must do, what matters most to them.
As the water of memories surged at their feet, the colors of illusions swept around, the Plaid Hat Youth gradually felt puzzled; this level is to defeat ’yourself’... why have they both not encountered themselves yet?
He looked around, not seeing anyone who looked like him. The man also looked around, feeling odd.
Until they reached a closed intersection, there was no road ahead. The two scratched their heads, asked each other on the spot.
The Plaid Hat Youth clicked the lighter, lit a cigarette, drew one out for the man: "Here, have a puff to relax. We probably took a wrong turn, smoke it up and let’s head back."
"Haven’t seen this type of cigarette." The man gazed curiously at the softly burning flame.
"There are still countries prohibiting smoking!" The Plaid Hat Youth was shocked, leaning in cheek to light the man’s fire, "Haven’t asked yet, Brother, which country are you from?"
After thinking, he realized he hadn’t exchanged names with the man yet.
The man thought a moment and gave an unfamiliar country name.
The Plaid Hat Youth was stunned, he could bet, that among Zhai Xing’s many countries, there isn’t such a country. The cigarette held in his mouth stiffened there, suddenly saying: "Brother, what’s your name? I’m Rock, a Detective, top Player in the World Game rankings; you should’ve heard my name."
The man was silent for a moment.
He lifted his head:
"My name is... Perlo."
For a moment, they heard the roaring sound of rushing water.
Endless scenes flashed by on both sides, stirring up crashing waves.
Dark pupils and scarlet pupils met, and in that instant, they saw each other’s reflections.
The high intelligence and keen mind envied by men.
The strong and tall physique and good tolerance for alcohol envied by detectives.
The detective who lost "tomorrow," and the demon who lost "yesterday."
The clever detective instantly deduced the correct answer—
And the master of the demon race also opened his drowsy eyes at that moment—
"You are..."
The tail end of the sentence disappeared into the sudden gust of wind.
From the depths of the bewildering mire, above the unawakenable nightmares, someone approached.
"Wow—!"
Black hair fluttering in the wind, the youth came with a scarlet wild wolf, colorful ripples dancing at his feet, radiant memories woven into his veil, as he reached out his hand to the two of them.
"Wake up, Perlo." Su Ming’an said calmly.
Like the blazing sun.
The stagnant nightmare was instantly shattered.
—The "Demon" at that moment saw the "Detective’s" sudden smile.
"Friend...!" Perlo instinctively reached out his hand.
And Rock fell into the void, his hair translucent, he just paused for a moment before his clever mind quickly figured out the truth.
He laughed out loud:
"So it was you... so it was me... so it was [us]!!!"
"I said, what anti-smoking kingdom is Zhai Xing from, and which imperial country’s prince or princess are you talking about!"
"So that’s how it is, that’s how it is!"
Bottles and cigarettes fell, turning into dust.
Perlo suddenly felt a headache and hurriedly held his head.
In that moment, he recalled so much.
How he made a name for himself as a detective in the World Game, breaking into the top ten. How he jumped into the Sea of Ink with Antetolia and others, losing himself. How he awoke with a blank mind, walking out of the abyss as a member of the Demon race. How he couldn’t recall anything and started drowning himself in alcohol to suppress inexplicable sadness, until he feared sobriety...
A detective resolutely walked towards the cliff, jumped into the Sea of Ink with his companions, washing away all memories, starting anew as a member of the Demon race in a new civilization.
A demon with horns upon his head awakened from beneath the abyss, clutching his achy head, losing all past memories, stumbling towards the blank tomorrow. He seemed to have some mission, waiting for something, waiting for a certain day’s arrival.
He waited.
One hundred million people... waited for the remaining one billion.
Even though they already abandoned their past memories, everything from the past. So horrific it took their breath away...
Su Ming’an already understood why Perlo, as a dignified Third-level God Demon, was always devoted to protecting the World Master’s Heir Su Wenli, even disregarding the commands of Hui Chi and Hui Bei. It wasn’t that [Perlo wanted to see Su Wenli], but that [Rock wanted to see Su Ming’an].
This was indeed the memory in the man’s cerebral cortex, like shadows following him, penetrating blood and bones.
A lens fell, and the obliterated detective finally shed tears of joy, pointing at Perlo and laughing out loud:
"I waited! I proved it! It turns out I——!!"
"Perlo, Perlo! You and I head in opposite directions, but I like your appearance, your physique, your current self!"
"That’s great, turns out you’re not someone I dislike! I like you!"
When Perlo opened his eyes again, he lay outside the maze, clutching the lens. The like-minded detective was gone, the little detective was gone.
"You almost got lost because you couldn’t recognize ’yourself’... I woke you up." Su Ming’an said.
Perlo hastily climbed up, reached into his pocket, finding only a few bottle caps. Suddenly his heart was filled with void.
He hung his head, silent for a moment.
"Thank you... By the way, that mechanical watch was really fun." he said softly.
That must have been a mechanical creation he once loved very much; the intelligent detective was skilled at tinkering with all sorts of precise little instruments, which was a daily pleasure. However, Perlo’s claws were too sharp, nearly breaking it.
And that little detective, blowing on his bottle, turning red after a single gulp, stumbling this way and that. He laughed heartily at this, with his alcohol tolerance, he would never last against his centuries-old wine. In the end, this century-old wine, he had drunk it over and over, making his entire body cold, unable to warm up.
And those cigarettes... truly good smokes, indeed his favorite taste, how long had it been since he last smoked...
Why... is it all gone.
"Rock?"
In his melancholy, a hand waved in front of him. The Savior, so gentle, attending to his mood, calling out his former true name.
The Great Demon smiled, exuberantly finished the last bit of wine, threw it with force, shattering the bottle.
"Perlo, just call me Perlo." the demon said, "I’m used to this name. I will support you, rest assured. Not only because the Great Demon reveres the World Master’s Heir, but also out of the ideals of a fellow traveler."
He patted Su Ming’an’s shoulder, heading out.
Strong, straightforward, fond of drink... still his labels, even after remembering so much, he is no longer that small, smart, composed detective.
Su Ming’an continued forward, gradually encountering no one, returning to the end.
The infinite mirrors began to move towards the center, forming a multi-faceted prism.
He stood alone in the void.
...
[Please confront the final ’you.’]
...
Su Ming’an lifted his gaze, looking towards the mirror.
...
[When all social roles are stripped away, what are ’you’? Beneath the facade of multiple identity conflicts, what is the unity of your core?]
[Su Ming’an, "What" are you?]
...
Like a bone knife, Su Ming’an stood in the void, as the blade peeled away layers of his social roles. The halo faded, responsibilities were lifted, tags were stripped away.
Is identity essentially a social construct or self-definition? After losing all social roles, what is the core of a person? If everything is stripped away, is the final foundation left with nothing?
When all identities temporarily retreat. In the mirror, there’s only the most primal figure left—Su Ming’an, who doesn’t belong to any social relations, doesn’t carry any grand labels.
Yet, his eyes were exceptionally clear, reflecting all the colors on the way he came.
——However, there’s not nothingness.
The glory and obsession of the Savior, the guilt and sternness of the Slaughter, the scheming and anguish of the perpetrator, the solitude and fear of the loner, the warmth and courage of the collaborator, the decisiveness and loneliness of the Ruler, the mercy and regrets of the stabilizer, the disguise and persistence of the deceiver, the frankness and strength of the honest one, the inferiority and confusion of the mundane... all are him, all are him.
"Crash..."
The sound of surging water. The endless mirror surfaces resonated, merging towards the youth at the center. All peeled away colors, memories, emotions, identity fragments...
"Splash..."
——Social identities: student, warrior, player, Creator...
——Moral identities: Savior, Observer, perpetrator, victim...
——Relational identities: son, friend, enemy, revered...
Countless identities, countless tags, countless peeled "selves"...
——At this moment, they all return to his body.
"Swish..."
Like a colorful seed, harboring all the streams and nourishment.
Like hundreds of rivers converging into the sea, rushing back.
In the depths of his pupils, his own image is reflected.
On the final journey, at the ultimate destination,
he re-recognizes and becomes——
himself.
...
——Su Ming’an.
...
Without any titles, honorifics, nicknames, identities or good names.
Not the Number One Player, Savior, Lighthouse, Alliance Hierarch or anything else.
Just,
Su Ming’an.
...
If viewing from its changing aspect, then heaven and earth cannot stay for a moment.
If viewing from its unchanging aspect, all things and I are infinite.
Believe in what should be believed, wish for what should be wished, act upon what should be acted.
This heart is bright, what more to say?
...
...
"Ding dong!"
[Congratulations! You have collected all the mirror shards and cleared "Trialed Person"!]
[You have been awarded a Silver Star!]
[You will be transported back to the waiting area soon...]
...
Source Point.
Su Ming’an returned to the dark water stream, with three silver stars imprinted on his palm, representing the completion of three stages.
The vibrant colors gradually dimmed, transforming into flesh and blood growing within his body. The process of re-recognizing himself was miraculous, like retracing the path he came, his gaze tracing the shape of his fingertips.
It seemed that something has changed, is it his mindset? Su Ming’an could not describe this mysterious thing, but he truly felt his thoughts became clearer, some cloudiness in his mind dissipated. If one were to evaluate the highest clearance score among all participants, it would undoubtedly be him. Others would not have such deep experiences. The more arduous one’s journey has been, the more complex and multifaceted "selves" one encounters.
"Shush shush shush——"
One after another, the remaining participants refreshed beside Su Ming’an, upon seeing the scene, Su Ming’an immediately soared, preventing being grabbed.
He clearly noticed that there were significantly fewer people; this level blocked too many.
The remaining participants began to gather, a cacophony of words like "death," "Authority," "Number One Player,"... burst forth. All players could see the live broadcast room, evidently informed of Su Ming’an’s situation via bullet comments.
"From millions, now down to a few tens of thousands..." Lu flew up, the whale napping in the sky had become Su Ming’an’s familiar gathering place.
"Lu, are you okay?" Su Ming’an noticed Lu’s forced smile.
"It’s fine." Lu adjusted his forehead, blue eyes laced with bloodstains, "Just the aftermath of the previous level, I’ll recover, no worries."
Su Ming’an can accept all his "selves," but in reality, most people cannot, they only forcibly defeated their "selves." Lu is visibly not a person with a perfect mind, although he doesn’t say, Su Ming’an feels there must be many regrets... his never-mentioned childhood, the blood-stained memory fragments Bei Wang saw...
Among all of Su Ming’an’s companions, Lu is actually the most introverted. Whether it’s Lü Shu or Yamada Machiichi, Su Ming’an knows their past, except for Lu, who besides knowing he’s an arms dealer... knows nothing else. Lu excels in listening and understanding, yet never speaks of his own matters. The seemingly most gentle person is actually the one with the heaviest psychological defenses.
"You can recover?" Su Ming’an said.
"Yes." The blue-haired man showed his usual flawless smile, "No worries, you’re the hardest worker."
His words always prioritize "others" first. Even his own matters smoothly shift to others. It’s like a habit to protect himself. If the focus is on others, he won’t be noticed. Not being noticed means no danger.
"Your... is it alright?" Lu’s words were somewhat vague, asking Su Ming’an if the recent public rebound was okay.
"It’s okay, let them know."
"Hmm, it’s indeed the best opportunity for disclosure. At least in this trial, you will reduce enemies by over 90%." Lu said.
Amidst the chaotic crowd, suddenly, a pure white wolf leapt out in the air.
"Swish!"
Elegant posture, smooth fur, paws holding a folding fan. It’s clearly an animal, yet it gives the impression of a graceful gentleman. As it opens its mouth, people hear a voice—
...
[Congratulations to the remaining 141,719 participants, you have successfully passed the three basic checkpoints!]
[The formal stages ahead will be hosted by me. My name is Shen Lv, and I will now announce the rules.]
[Next, each of you will go through ten rounds of games, and the thirteen with the most wins will become the final victors. If there is a tie in wins, the ranking will be determined by the overall performance in each round!]
[Before each round begins, you will be informed of three types of games from which you can choose one to play. The games are completely random, and teammates will be randomly matched.]
[During the ten rounds of games, everyone’s physical state will return to the state before the World Game started.]
...
Upon hearing the rules, everyone couldn’t help but feel their hearts tighten.
Until now, they had only passed three basic checkpoints, and there are still ten rounds of games awaiting. In the end, only thirteen people... among the tens of thousands standing here, there’s only a one in ten thousand chance of winning.
"We let too many people in at the beginning." Lu said.
"In a certain sense, it’s also a good thing; more people mean more choices for our top players," Chen Yuhang quickly looked at Su Ming’an, "God, we can try to control the field!"
Most of the people here wouldn’t go against Su Ming’an, after all, few dare to bear the condemnation of the entire world, especially after the Death Rebound was revealed. The biggest advantage is that any troublemaker must ponder whether they’ll get cut down by Su Ming’an’s Rebound.
The ones to be most cautious of are whether there are any high-dimensional clues mixed among the humans, such as Atlanda, such as Bai Chun... These people should best not enter the final stage.
"The physical state returning to the state before the World Game means during the ten rounds, we’ll all turn into ordinary people. This should be for fairness, as many games test intelligence and emotional intelligence; if violence sweeps through, the games lose their meaning." Lu felt worried.
He’s fine himself, even as an ordinary person, he can still protect himself. But Su Ming’an, with his body exhausted from long nights after exams and standing at such a high position, perhaps...
"Wow—" a white light streaked by.
People immediately screamed; they found their strong bodies had suddenly turned weak, as if they returned to before the games started!
"What the heck is this black technology!" someone shouted.
"World Game, get a grip! Your soldiers are being bullied!"
"This should be some sort of rule, effective only during the ten rounds, no need to worry too much."
"Did Su Ming’an turn into an ordinary person too? If so..."
However, a flicker of surprise flashed in Su Ming’an’s eyes.
He sensed the power within him stirring; he seemed to... be able to utilize Divine Power.
"Source Point" forcefully reverted everyone’s strength to the level of ordinary people, but couldn’t restrict life’s existence at Su Ming’an’s level. Indeed, when one’s strength reaches a certain realm, even rules gradually fail to bind them.
Su Ming’an exchanged a glance with Lu, who, as a Second-Level God, also seemed able to use Divine Power.
"Source Point" likely has similar annihilation rules to the World Game. Exposing that he hasn’t been limited could be risky, so Su Ming’an remained low-key, not speaking out.
He’s already contemplating the final candidates—himself and Chen Yuhang, these two must win to the end. As for the rest, Lu, Mo Yan, Perlo, these three he trusts more. Amid the chaotic crowd, he saw Violet, Leslie, Rimu Sheng, Agnes, Joy... and those close to him like Wang Zhenzhen, Xiao Xiao... if these individuals, reliable in character, were to win to the end, they’d be good choices.
The last checkpoint proved tougher for the strong but easier for the weak. Those with average strength found it easier to clear because, having little hindrance from heart demons or confusion in their life path, they maintain a constant spirit, avoiding unnecessary twists.
"We anticipated that the final victors would be few, but I didn’t expect so few..." Xiao Xiao clicked his tongue, amazed that the winning rate is lower than one in ten thousand! He and Wang Zhenzhen... could they really make it to the end?
A hand was clenched tight, Xiao Xiao saw Wang Zhenzhen’s determined expression.
"I’ll protect you." Wang Zhenzhen said firmly, "Here, I will be your Hero."
Xiao Xiao’s eyes trembled, then he laughed, "Alright! Big Hero, I’ll rely on you, the babysitter, to take care of me!"
As the atmosphere grew somber, White Wolf spoke:
...
[You must’ve noticed the stars you gained after clearing levels.]
[These stars can be exchanged for rewards. Concepts, truths, humanity’s unknown sciences, mysteries of life’s sublimation, the three elements of becoming a god... among them, accumulating five Silver Stars allows one to exchange for a "Soul Preservation Coupon", storing your soul for someone to help bring you home at the end.]
[As for accumulating all thirteen Silver Stars... what happens, please stay tuned.]
...
Upon hearing this, people gradually calmed down. Those who reached this point weren’t ordinary individuals.
This is a seed of greed, accumulating five Silver Stars seems easy, but those who do... would they willingly quit?
[In addition, you’ve always been clearing internally, but now things will change.] White Wolf said, [Upon entering the formal stages, several other batches of challengers will compete alongside you.]
Upon hearing this, Su Ming’an immediately looked up.
"Source Point" wouldn’t have just their batch visiting, other lives existing is natural. But the issue is, the formation of this trial arises from the clash and collision of the "World Game Rules" and "Source Point Rules", causing the firewall to rise in game form, allowing players like them to exploit loopholes to enter. Unless another batch of life undergoes similar circumstances, carrying rules conflicting with Source Point, they can’t participate in this game.
The universe doesn’t have a second World Game, so where are these other challengers from?
"White Wolf, who are those people?" Su Ming’an asked.
White Wolf immediately closed the folding fan, covered by a white screen: [I don’t know either... By the way, participant Su Ming’an, due to your special nature, you may choose one person to ensure their position in the final thirteen. This person cannot be yourself.]
For a moment, the entire stage went silent.
People craned their necks, surprised that Su Ming’an had the power to secure one person’s passage! They all knew it couldn’t be them but were envious of the lucky one who’d pass without trials.
...My special nature? Su Ming’an glanced at White Wolf but White Wolf obviously wouldn’t explain the reason.
Su Ming’an’s gaze swept across the stage, seeing eyes filled with expectation, shock, curiosity, joy... finally, looking at the stunned boy standing in place.
"Chen Yuhang." he uttered the name.
At this moment, a wave of confusion swept through the audience.
Who is this person? They thought it’d at least be someone like Lu, Mo Yan, a familiar face, if not Violet or Rimu Sheng, known players, but who is Chen Yuhang?
With so many eyes on him, Chen Yuhang stood dumbfounded, his cheeks flushed instantly, thoughts filled solely with one sentiment—
Brother Wang! I’ve been selected?
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[Rules have been announced, wishing everyone an enjoyable game...] White Wolf folded his fan, retreated, and disappeared.
...
Su Ming’an has already determined that the "Game Trial" had involvement from the Lord of Dreams, who’s likely called "Lord of Games" in real name. Any game concept, He can interfere. However, here at "Source Point", it couldn’t be like the Organizers always targeting, at most dispatching someone like White Wolf to narrate or sprinkle some extras in the game.
The surrounding space fluctuated once more, returning to the empty stream, before Su Ming’an appeared a slot machine.
"Ding dong ding dong~"