"Has the Life-sustaining Potion been injected?"

"500 milliliters of blood from the Eligibles..."

"Call for another group of Talisman Family members from the Path of Healing, quickly! Transfer all resources from the blood bank and cell bank! What? The front line is urgent too? Do we even need to consider this? Transfer them immediately!!"

"Beep beep, beep beep——"

What Su Ming'an heard were these voices. Anxious, sorrowful, expectant...

He felt as if he had returned to a watery womb, like his whole body was soaked in a nutrient solution. For a moment, his mind went blank... He couldn't recall which point in time he had regressed back to, it felt unfamiliar.

... Could it have regressed to a long time ago?

He found it hard to determine the position of the "crucial node." Amid the voices of the doctors, his eyelids finally broke through the darkness, opening with some confusion——

What met his eyes was an octagonal shadowless surgery lamp, like a pure white flower. Around him were the beeping sounds of emergency instruments, with the precious blood from the Eligibles being infused into his body through the tubes. Seeing him awake, these doctors showed extremely delighted expressions, almost to the point of tears.

"Thank goodness... He's been saved."

"How do you feel? Can you speak?"

"Don't stop the blood transfusion, invest as many resources as needed!"

"Thank goodness, thank goodness..."

In an instant, an indescribable panic seized Su Ming'an's heart, his pupils constricted, and he almost forgot to breathe.

... Which time point is this?

No need to remember, he was sure he had never experienced such a scene before, how to explain this?

Instinctively, he looked at the system time——

...

[2025/03/24, 01:32]

...

There seemed to be no need for further thought.

A brief emptiness appeared before his eyes, the sounds around him blended like milk with water, and the pale medical hue dove into darkness.

The people around the bed continued to perform healing on him tirelessly, desperately trying to hold back his crumbling life.

... He never considered this.

He never thought—that after jumping from a height equivalent to nearly 132 floors, reducing himself to a blurry heap of flesh and blood... Even then, he could be brought back. It was a height that should have been unsurvivable, with the intention to probe Dieying and the deity, to see if they would stop his suicidal act, but until the end of the fall, no one intervened.

At the moment he shattered into blood and flesh, he felt at peace, thinking that this time he could safely regress.

But he absolutely did not expect,

that while the deity and Dieying couldn't stop his suicide... humans exerted their utmost life force and medical technology to retrieve the crumbs of him that had already been shattered.

...

He struggled, not wanting to live.

...

He desired to go back and save Su Luoluo. This timeline had no reason to continue, any further slide, and the crucial regression point might get stuck... He couldn't waste time here.

However,

The hope in people's eyes had almost solidified, and when they saved his life, their faces showed a joy more sincere than if they had saved themselves.

... Don't save me, don't save me, don't save me.

A silent scream in his heart.

"——Everyone don't slack off! Continue injecting life force!" An unknown joyful voice.

... Don't save me, I need to go back. Only by letting me go back can I better save you...

He opened his mouth, but no sound came out; his throat had suffered enormous pressure from the impact, and he could not articulate a single word.

"——Have the emergency resources from the front line been transferred over? Good, keep transferring until it's saturated! We must ensure the God lives!!" An unknown voice calling on the phone.

... Don't save me.

His vision wavered past the glaring white lights, and people's faces showed expressions of urgency mixed with joy, with awe, respect, yearning as they looked at him...

"——We have received more applications; besides the batch of octogenarians, the sexagenarians and septuagenarians also voluntarily have offered their life force for the God. If necessary, the soldiers are willing too, with as many as 8912 people ready to respond at any time." An unknown report voice.

"——Good. At any cost, any sacrifice, we must save the God..."

This was merely the God's near playful suicide attempt, a desire to jump the timeline and take a break. He was too tired, so tired that he wanted to commit suicide once.

Yet, to bring back the weary Him, the thousands upon thousands of lives He once saved, in this moment choose to pass away for His sake.

Destiny had turned back into a circle, no one was saved, no one was sacrificed—or rather...

——Everyone was saved, everyone was sacrificed.

No one knew the reason why the God leapt from a skyscraper, nor did they care for a reason. All they wanted was for Him to live, to live to the end of the endless river of time.

Su Ming'an could neither speak nor act; his body had become an incomplete jigsaw.

Kind-hearted doctors pushed all sorts of precious potions into his body, potions that outside could save tens of thousands but were now used on just him.

His life points, nearly solidified at the baseline, began to rise bit by bit, yet it felt like a drowning man sinking bit by bit, inducing temporary panic within him.

Countless people exchanged their lives for his, pouring life force crazily into a stone, forcing his powerless hands to grasp the stone, forcing this body to accept the sin of plundering countless lives.

Even when he actively let go, unwilling to absorb these lives, people assumed he lacked strength, and several hands reached over simultaneously to help him firmly grasp these gleaming stones.

Flavorless blood was forced down his throat, and as he turned his face to the side to avoid it, people thought he was too weak, holding his face in place to make him drink these sins.

Human love for the God turned into an execution, exercising coercion in the name of love, the pain affecting not just his body, but also his soul.

——They desperately called out to him.

Don't go.

Su Ming'an's view blurred, nearly unable to discern this watery sight. Yet, he suddenly understood the human dependency placed on the God. Humans, scared of death, upon seeing the dawn of a new generation, solidified the God into a Lighthouse that must continue to exist. In both night and day, humans needed Him, regardless of their need for Him or whether He could achieve anything.

They only needed a "symbol."

They only... needed, "Him."

Thus this pure rational thought and dependency transformed into a firm and frenzied love, and for this passionate love, humans could forget their primitive fear of death, entrusting their life to coexist with the God. They could accept any order from the God, even to the point of sacrificing themselves, but utterly ignoring the God's desire for suicide—its name, "Faith."

Their "love" for the God was real.

Their "compulsion" towards the Deity is real as well.

Compulsion out of "love", and compulsion is meant to lead to "love".

The Deity feels at a loss.

The Deity placed themselves on the Divinity, where the City Lord could temporarily retreat, but the Deity could not step down, lest the fires of disappointment and sorrow from civilization be the first to consume him.

...He finally understood why deities remain as deities even after a thousand years.

Once stepped upon, there is no turning back.

...

After stabilizing his vitals, it was already five in the morning, yet Su Ming'an still couldn't move. He had become a statue of the Deity fallen onto a pure white bed, pieced together with marble—otherwise, why would there be stinging cracks all over his body?

There was a sound at the door, and Lv Shu walked in.

He witnessed Su Ming'an being smashed into a bloody pulp and still felt lingering fear. He couldn't understand why Su Ming'an fell from the air... It couldn't have been suicide.

"...The Judgement Court has begun its Judgment, and the subject is Noel. Because you jumped, Noel was the only one on the building. People believe it was Noel who pushed you." Lv Shu sat by the bed.

Su Ming'an opened his mouth but still couldn't say anything.

Lv Shu's face was like a sheet of white paper, seemingly not understanding why the situation had suddenly become like this: "Noel escaped. Now everyone in the world believes he is the Divine Defiler, that he harmed you."

Su Ming'an drooped his eyelids and indicated to Lv Shu with his eyes.

"...I know, it couldn't be Noel." Lv Shu said, "But then there's no one else."

In his thinking, there was never the possibility of "Su Ming'an committed suicide".

He slowly moved the quilt to reveal Su Ming'an's right hand—when Su Ming'an fell, he landed on his left side first, so his right hand was relatively intact. However, it was still covered with blue and purple fissures, the bones protruding, skeletal fractures, and broken blood vessels, like a plaster on the verge of shattering.

Lv Shu looked at this hand, and it was hard to imagine how much pain Su Ming'an was in now.

"...I'll sit here for a while." Lv Shu didn't know what to say, so he just sat quietly.

Time ticked by, as if the world was inevitably sliding towards the abyss.

At six in the morning, Yuanyuan arrived and sat quietly by the bed.

At seven in the morning, Chao Yan came. She advised Su Ming'an to rest well, assuring him that the Judgement Court would justly judge the sinner of Divine Defiling—Noel.

At eight in the morning, Li Mingyue and General Qin both came, assuring him not to worry, that no one would harm the Deity again.

As time passed second by second, the irretrievable fear grew closer as the distance from the "ten-hour" golden rollback time widened. Until Su Ming'an's fingers finally became slightly flexible, and he attempted to release Puppet Threads to kill himself—

Yet there was a sound at the ward door, as if someone was approaching.

At the end of the timeline, someone still came.

Golden-red light flickered outside the corridor, like dusk chaotically swallowing the earth. Yuanyuan suddenly stood up, drawing an icy sword, pointing it at the door. Lv Shu also drew the Black Blade, assuming a battle-ready stance.

Su Ming'an painfully closed his eyes.

—If this entire timeline were real, wouldn't it be too painful?

He leapt from the building, and countless lives were sacrificed to save him, Lv Shu and Yuanyuan risking their lives to guard him.

As for the one who came to kill him... no, the one to save him, if the timeline could no longer reverse after his death, this person would bear the burden of a thousand layers, perhaps even earning the lifelong hatred of two civilizations simultaneously.

However, the Old God's authority is time. This means it might be true temporal regression, and if so…

"—Move aside!" came a cold shout from the doorway, followed by the sound of the wall cracking.

Su Ming'an opened his eyes.

Flames approached, and Lv Shu and Yuanyuan stood together in front of Su Ming'an. Su Ming'an also saw the person who forcefully broke into the medical room—not Noel.

The newcomer's pupils burned with golden-red flames, and the emotions in his eyes were no longer just indifferent, but with hints of realization.

A strong heatwave struck, and within seconds, the person bypassed the icy sword and Black Blade, nearly reaching Su Ming'an. His robe swayed in the hot wind, a small braid dancing like a petrel in the fire wave.

Noel was trapped by the Judgement Court's pursuit and couldn't come. The person who realized the truth upon knowing Su Ming'an jumped to his death was Su Rin. He realized Su Ming'an's leap couldn't have been due to despondency, it could only be because…

He realized it.

They were quite similar, after all.

"...Is it true?" Su Rin asked, his face full of complexity.

Through those golden eyes, Su Ming'an understood exactly what he was asking.

Su Ming'an almost forced out an affirmative sound from his throat.

He didn't know how Su Rin broke into the Third Tower, but Su Rin originally had the ability to jump, such as inexplicably jumping outside the Qiongdi.

Su Rin sighed.

Su Ming'an also sighed.

...Next time, could you realize a bit faster? Each time, only when I'm close to death do you come to an understanding…

...Just a bit quicker… would be better.

Darkness descended before his eyes.

For the first time, Su Ming'an experienced such a peaceful death.

Under the palliative care of the Dream Weaving Technique, he rolled freely on the sunlit grass, surrounded by golden sunflowers.

Su Rin helped reduce his terminal agony, turning the burning fire into a hot spring.

Under the ten-year-long night of the Heavenly Era, he closed the door to Su Luoluo's room, no longer hearing her cries.

...

The fifteenth year of the Heavenly Era, Dieying made a desperate attempt.

Only one step remained for the millennium plan; if Dieying didn't act, they would have to wait a thousand years.

At the last moment, Dieying gathered all the causality and pollution, trying to prematurely merge ten thousand world lines and completely topple The World of Old Days.

The sky turned pure black, buildings in the city started showing overlapping shadows, and thousands of shadows gradually extended under people's feet, a sign that world lines were about to prematurely merge.

"We have basically completed the related work of the millennium plan. We plan to channel all resources into a single Life Hard Drive to be unsealed in a millennium," the General Officer reported to General Qin, "General Qin, you and Judgment Angel are the only two who have participated in the World Game twice; only your lifeforce can last a millennium. If choosing a person to ensure will wasn't completely eroded during these thousand years, you two are the most successful candidates."

General Qin, sporting a beard, chuckled, his appearance leaning toward his forties, forehead lined with wrinkles: "So it's a multiple-choice question, a choice between two."

The hall lights swayed, and General Qin stared at them until the illusion of burning appeared in his pupils.

The people below awaited his deliberation.

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