Later, the deity walked a long road.

More and more relics hung from the bell tower, and the golden divine medicine spread wider and wider. To the naked eye, his complexion grew even paler.

He needed to bid farewell to the transmigrator, physically forge the dream-walking game, share the administration of the deities, and bleed... until one day, an unexpected person was brought to the judgment platform.

—It was a snowy day.

The Holy City was shrouded in pure white clouds and mist, with silver frost dyeing everything, white stars falling to the ground. A young man covered in blue and green hues was pushed onto the judgment platform. His white hair fluttered as if blending into the snow.

People stood beneath the platform, thick white frost clinging to their reddened noses. With a usual, common, righteous indignation and fervor, they judged the white-haired young man on the platform with their stares.

Originally, the deity planned to rest, but upon hearing the name of the judged, He quickly walked out from the Old Divine Palace and looked at the figure on the platform from a distance.

"...Recovered memories during the transmigration process, did not follow the deity's guidance, and had interaction with Dieying. Unable to determine if the behavior was active or passive, the sentence was downgraded from death to exile. Now, he will be expelled from the Holy City." The voice of the Judgment Angel, consistently calm, rang out. She would never harbor compassion due to the identity of the judged, being as just as a balance.

The white-haired young man's gaze was calm at first, as if he had anticipated this judgment result. Until his gaze drifted and accidentally met Su Ming'an's, and at this moment, his eyes trembled for a moment, a bewildered emotion emerging.

Su Ming'an hadn't thought Lv Shu would be brought to the judgment platform either. Lv Shu was merely completing tasks normally but was disrupted by Dieying along the way, using a summoning method similar to a starry dance, leading to contamination left by Dieying on Lv Shu. But the pure and flawless Holy City would not tolerate even this slight pollution to ensure a millennium of safety and purity.

In the vast snowy field, Lv Shu did not move. Until the hilt of the Holy Sword pressed against his back, making him walk slowly down the judgment platform, towards the edge of the Holy City.

Exile meant being expelled from this command ship and exiled to wander in a random era, akin to a ghost.

Crunch, crunch. The soles of his shoes crisscrossed with the white snow, leaving one clean footprint after another. When he reached the side of Su Ming'an, Lv Shu paused for a moment, not knowing what he was waiting for.

And Su Ming'an also did not move.

Until five seconds of silence passed, Lv Shu once more began to step, heading towards the snowy horizon, like a silent traveler.

... No one tried to retain him.

He crossed that horizon and was exiled to an ancient time.

The snow fell heavily, and he stood alone on the streets of the Capital City, wearing modern attire. The passing citizens thought he was an exotic species descending, looking at him with fear.

The heavy frost and snow fell, almost covering him entirely in white. He reached out his hand and a layer of snow accumulated in his palm. For a moment, he didn't know where to go.

It seemed it was always like this... Just when a little stability was gained, it would disappear.

Lv Shu watched the empty street, recalling the bridge tunnels covered in snow when he was young. Sometimes the snow fell heavily, and just laying down a blanket and lying for a while would feel very cold. The body heat would melt the snow that drifted in, and the seeped snow water would make one shiver from the cold.

But even in the harshest winters, one would encounter some warmth. He met some children who brought him cotton clothes and met an old grandma who wanted to take him home, and even met a kind-hearted police officer...

And after that?

Humans always excel at softening scars. After that... he seemed to forget much, but he was sure of one thing, those fleeting warmths soon vanished. He soon returned to the cold bridge tunnel, empty-handed and alone. Destiny always enjoyed playing jokes on him, with all the world's misfortunes seemingly befalling only him, giving a spark of light and then snatching it away, over and over.

The last memory: he rolled up his bedding and staggered for a long time with the only thought of "dying in a beautiful place."

Standing on a hill outside the city, clutching his belly in agonizing pain, vomiting blood, watching nearly countless butterflies fly towards him. In that moment, even the physical pain seemed to dissipate.

That moment, the chimes of destiny rang, and the World Game saved him from near death.

He stood at the end of the corridor in Henggang Hospital, once again feeling that kind of familiar warmth—though this warmth was not directed at him, it was also dazzling.

Just like now, alone standing on the snow-covered street, feeling that familiar cold. The seeping snow water was like the countless days and nights under the bridge, with no one beside him.

Soon, a group of men and horses in mixed clothing hurried over, using talismans from afar, wanting to seize this dangerous "exotic species."

"—Seize him!"

"—The exotic species is very dangerous, be careful everyone!"

The light effects of the talisman came rushing towards him, and Lv Shu slowly drew out the blade edge.

Until,

Someone who shouldn't have appeared here stood in front of him.

"Come back with me."

The light of time shimmered around Su Ming'an, reaching out his hand to take him back.

... This was the first time Su Ming'an acted on personal feelings.

As a deity, he should have been without scruple, even if he, like a deity, treated the world as his personal domain, it wouldn't be an issue. But he knew well that though dictatorship is effective, it could create a wide-ranging blind spot. So he always granted freedom to the principals, letting them uphold the law and justice, not wantonly destroying order.

But this time...

After Lv Shu walked to the world's edge, everyone thought Lv Shu was exiled. On the surface, Su Ming'an did not try to retain him, but he quickly reached the era to which Lv Shu was exiled, silently bringing Lv Shu back.

Back in the Holy City, standing in the room, Lv Shu opened his mouth. He didn't know what mood he should have, but undoubtedly, there was warmth in his heart. He hesitated for a moment and asked:

"Why?"

... You have no need to break the rules because of me. You have witnessed so many just judgments, adhering to the axioms of justice and equality. Even if I'm drifting through time, I won't be in life-threatening danger.

Su Ming'an said: "Because I won't confuse priorities."

Lv Shu: "...Priorities?"

Su Ming'an said: "The reason I save these worlds is certainly because I want them to be preserved, but I won't let you, my friends, suffer for the perfect scenario. Indeed, as long as I ignore you, the righteousness of the deity wouldn't be harmed, but I feel... there's no need. Your priority... is high."

He used the phrase "no need."

Faced with his serious and sincere gaze, no one could remain unaffected.

Meanwhile, the audience also captured Su Ming'an's context—since he unreservedly expressed his wish to save the world openly.

He no longer needed to disguise.

Subtle discussions began to appear on the forum.

"You no longer need to do the transmigration tasks; Dieying is very dangerous, and He will surely target you. Next, you are to rest well in the Old Divine Palace for four days, and everything will be over." Su Ming'an said: "Pay attention to your contamination, recover slowly."

"...Really?"

"Really. I know what to do next; the deities have told me. You guys rest well. I heard from the audience that by March 30, the Main God World plans to hold some 'World Game Half-Year Anniversary,' it'll definitely be lively, let's have it together then." Su Ming'an said.

Lv Shu only then realized, once the tenth world ended, it would be March 28, half a year since the World Game began on September 30 last year...

Only... half a year.

Yet it felt like many lifetimes had passed.

But for some reason, despite the words of comfort, Lv Shu seemed to hear the melancholy in Su Ming'an's voice, as if he was reluctant. He wanted to confirm:

"...Is everything alright?"

Why, when speaking of looking to the future, do you reveal reluctance?

Has something happened? Are you unable to leave this world?

In places we companions cannot reach... what have you discussed with the organizers?

"Everything is over," but does it mean the end of the World of Old Days in four days, or... in a more extensive sense...?

And Su Ming'an just responded as usual, saying it's nothing.

After Lv Shu left, Su Ming'an quietly stared out the window.

Facing the trolley dilemma head-on turned out to be so painful.

...

"—How much blood have you shed already, why continue?"

"—Look at yourself, is there really any need to keep going?"

This was Xiao Ying yelling. Because Su Ming'an fainted during a bloodletting session.

Even Su Ming'an himself did not expect to collapse; his Health Points in the Bright State were as high as three thousand, and his life bar had not decreased, yet he fell.

He sat in a mechanical wheelchair, slowly pushed by Xiao Ying. Among all the principals, Xiao Ying seemed to be the only one who treated him as a 'human' rather than a 'god', speaking and acting on equal terms. Sometimes he would even mock him a bit.

During the most tragic period for the transmigrators, Su Ming'an sat in a dimly lit room, bent over planning the transmigrator list. Clearly, he could give the list to the deity, who could plan the most efficient arrangement in a second, but he insisted on reviewing it first, until he exhausted himself.

Xiao Ying watched from the shadows, utterly perplexed. Why... does he refuse to live peacefully?

Until a middle-aged general officer stood before Su Ming'an, saluting him. The general officer had big, round eyes, a star pendant around his neck, and an observatory medal on his chest.

—This was Wang Mingming, resurrected by Su Ming'an.

After rebirth, perhaps due to Su Ming'an being too disoriented, there was an error when using the time authority, and the young Wang Mingming suddenly aged decades, becoming his middle-aged self.

He lost the memory before his death, saluted Su Ming'an, promised to complete the next mission, wholly unaware he had died for the deity once, still without regret.

Su Ming'an looked at him in a daze, his fingers touching his shoulders, ready to send him into the era.

But Wang Mingming pushed out a young man from behind, also with big, round eyes. Wang Mingming told Su Ming'an that this was his nephew, who would also become a transmigrator.

This reminded Su Ming'an that when Wang Mingming's father was alive, Wang Mingming was recommended in the same way, to serve the deity.

Like a long and distant reincarnation.

He remained silent, only nodding, as before.

...

Heavenly Era Year 3, festival period.

A principal organized an event—"Write a Letter of Gratitude to the Deity." Needless to say, this was likely proposed by the person who suggested the "Millennium Outlook Interview" last time.

Yet, on this day, Su Ming'an received a lot of warmth.

Colorful letters poured into his palace, almost forming a small rainbow mountain.

He sat among letters like flying flowers, opening the few most important ones.

[I will always bless you, helping you become a qualified Savior. Happy festival. —Chao Yan]

[If you truly don't want to manage, then don't. You can do whatever you want; you are free. At worst, we'll just find a favorite era and become minstrels together... This way, I'm free, and you're free. —Xiao Ying]

[Best wishes. —Li Mingyue]

[I know you are curious about my appearance, in the end, I will show you. —Mr. Qin]

[I made many candies; you can have some during your break. —Xia Jiawen]

[Thank you for resurrecting my mother; we are very happy now. —Yi Zhongyu]

[From the start, I knew you were the hope of the world. If there is something you cannot do, you can always leave it to me. —Li Yuxuan]

[All the rescued in the World of Old Days will be grateful to you. Thank you, young deity. —Lin Yunting]

[We are waiting for your return, stay safe. —Yuanyuan]

[I don't know what conspiracy Dieying has, be careful and contact me if needed. —Noel]

[Why even do I have to write a letter? —Deity]

...

"What? The deity's taste in food... She likes sweet foods."

"Want to give a gift? If gifting, She doesn't like overly colorful things."

"As for fruits, She likes to eat blueberries and strawberries. But too many people have gifted these fruits; I recommend you send a cake."

Topics like this were particularly frequent during the festival.

Upon returning at night, Su Ming'an saw a few grains of drifting sand mahjong and a handmade painting on the table, gifts likely from Su Luoluo. In the hall behind him, gifts had already piled up like a mountain.

The painting showed him standing among fields of sunflowers, smiling.

He pushed open the next door; in the dim room, a candle burned faintly, the air filled with the scent of cream.

The girl wearing cat-ear headphones sat at the broken radio, humming—a part of her recent preparations. To create a reasonable dream tour game, she started listening to the voices of various ages.

Seeing the radio at that moment, Su Ming'an understood her choice.

She was eighteen this year.

"Happy Birthday to you... Happy Birthday to you..."

A secretive and mild singing voice came forth; he sat beside her, listening to her hum, until the light representing causality glowed in her hand.

Like a net controlling puppets.

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