Dieying lowered his head and looked at the palm of his hand.

The crimson sunflower pattern faded in his palm, and at this moment, he suddenly realized that he could not contact Little A Ba, who was thrown into the World Game.

The connection between them was severed.

In the vast Star Sea, dark blue fluid spread like a squirming long snake, crossing one desolate star after another.

He found it amusing and chuckled.

"Is it rebellion... or an accident?"

...

"Sss sss sss..."

The scent of gardenias drifted in, the sunset cast a bloody hue, and grain-sized buds swayed in the wind.

The gate creaked open, and the sound of a television came from inside the villa, indicating that a teammate had returned earlier than Su Ming'an.

It seemed that Sique's goal was to replace everything about Su Ming'an in the Eleventh World, commonly known as "Sique takes over An's nest." Regardless of how this was achieved, such an operation was simply unheard of, unprecedented.

"Is anyone here?" Su Ming'an shouted towards the door.

A male voice replied from inside, "Coming."

The voice was slightly high and not Su Rin's.

Su Ming'an ran through his fourteen teammates in his mind. Yi Song? Alger? Eni? Or Boris? Who among them had fallen unexpectedly, returning even earlier than Su Ming'an?

"Creak—" the door opened.

The scent of gardenias grew even more intense.

That person stepped out onto the porch, and at that moment, his white hair drifted in the aroma, like a pillar of light flickering in and out of the sunset's cut.

He wore a white shirt, sleeves rolled up, revealing slender arms. His lower half was dressed in matching colored trousers, the cuffs loosely trailing, presenting a very comfortable and relaxed posture. The white hair cascaded over his shoulders, sliding down along the folds, stopping at the lower back.

At this moment, his golden eyes seemed to melt into the sunset.

Su Ming'an had encountered too many absurd scenes today, far beyond his expectations, but he was still startled once again when he saw this person.

The white-haired youth waved at him, one hand still holding a cooking spatula:

"Hello."

"I am Su Liujin."

...

"To love until death—requires a complete indulgence for true pleasure!!"

Lin Yin was bustling in the kitchen, the radio in the living room drifting with melodious songs. Her taste had always been excellent.

Around the dining table, Su Ming'an stared at Su Liujin, and Su Liujin stared back at Su Ming'an. White and black seemed frozen in time.

"...You are the Jellyfish Emperor?"

"...You are the Lighthouse Sect Leader?"

They looked at each other face to face. Although Su Ming'an had imagined countless scenarios of his initial meeting with Su Liujin—he never thought it would be in a villa in the Main God Space. Logically, as Su Ming'an's possession target, Su Liujin should have already been dead.

"La la la, the food is ready!" Lin Yin walked out of the kitchen holding a pile of dishes, the onomatopoeia sounding like feeding pigs.

Sour and spicy jellyfish skin, dry pot rabbit, crab pot, brown sugar cold cake, red oil pig ear with ginseng...

"This was personally cooked by Su Liujin, give it a try." She placed the sour and spicy jellyfish skin in front of Su Ming'an, strongly recommending it.

"No, I don't have time to eat..."

"I know what you're worried about, but there's no need to rush. You need to understand what's happening in the Main God World." Su Liujin rested his chin on his hand.

"You know?" Su Ming'an was surprised.

"Yes, aren't you worried about not being able to return?" Su Liujin picked up a piece of jellyfish skin with chopsticks and began to chew, crunching with enjoyment.

Su Liujin did not know Su Ming'an had rewind authority, but his words indeed reminded Su Ming'an—since Su Liujin appeared as an NPC in the Main God World, Su Ming'an should also find a way to return without needing to hurry to rewind.

"Explain?" Su Ming'an looked at Lin Yin.

"I returned early. As for this person, he came knocking on his own." Lin Yin pointed at Su Liujin: "Su Ming'an, you're unaware inside the Luowasha, but from an observer's perspective, there's a crucial point you've all overlooked."

"What?" Su Ming'an sharpened his focus.

"The players that we saw—" Lin Yin crossed her arms standing: "are they really players?"

As Lin Yin explained, Su Ming'an's brows furrowed more deeply.

...

On a winter's day, Little Prince Aier heard a voice in his dream:

"Aier, you will have your existence stolen in a year, and he will replace your identity, living as you..."

"Who are you? Why are you in my dream!" Aier screamed, looking around, seeing nothing.

"Aier, you are merely the vessel for that person's possession. He will embark on thrilling adventures for twenty-five days, and your father, your mother, will not be respected by him. He is just as proud, only caring about his task, not taking into account your thoughts.

"Moreover, if he dies halfway, you will never open your eyes again..."

Hearing this, Aier instinctively felt fear: "I don't want that!"

He was a young prince with a promising future and didn't want to be replaced!

"I am the God of Doom and Demise. Aier, I am here to help you. I also feel it's unfair for you; why should a stranger take over the life you painstakingly built? Why are you just his wanton vessel? Would you like to—kill him in return?" This voice carried a magical allure, convincing.

"Kill him in return?" Aier murmured.

"I will implant a Sleeping Spell Formation within you. When that person's soul comes to possess you, and your body fuses with his, seize the moment when the two become one, yet haven't completely replaced your consciousness—activate the formation." The God of Doom and Demise coaxed:

"His consciousness will immediately fall asleep, and your consciousness will reclaim dominance. At this moment, his player IP is already transferred over, but the one awake is you, equivalent to you temporarily possessing his player IP."

"You will temporarily have his player identity, player authority, player quests..."

"As long as you last twenty-five days, after he leaves, you will be safe, and these things will be returned to him. But remember, if he shows signs of awakening, call me immediately, and I will help your consciousness reclaim dominance."

"I will inform you of all his information. If you meet his comrades, you must not reveal yourself, or they will tear you apart cruelly, they are all wanton individuals." The God of Doom and Demise's words were too enticing, though unable to determine if they were true, the Little Prince believed them anyway.

After all, if such an existence wanted to harm him, why resort to lies?

Aier asked, "You help me; what do you want in return?"

The God of Doom and Demise laughed: "I only need you, after temporarily gaining his player identity, to complete some specific player quests and give me the rewards."

"I understand."

Aier received the information from that guy.

He was a blond youth, with an arrogant and unrestrained expression, resembling him in both family and temperament. This guy was also a young master from a wealthy family, who hadn't suffered the hardships of the Mortal World.

"Eni...?" Aier mused, "The name sounds similar to mine. He doesn't seem like a bad person, so why would he want to replace me..."

He recalled something: "Right, in a year, I need to participate in the Divine Envoy selection. Could Eni's arrival coincide with that time point?"

"Yes."

"Hmph. Then I won't give up control of my body. I heard Fu En will also participate in the selection. I want to personally defeat that annoying ghost, Fu En."

...

The first day of the Luowasha instance activation, April 2, 2025.

Aier tightly stared at the clock on the wall, gripping the edge of the sheet, his back damp with sweat from the tension.

"Ten, nine, eight..." Aier silently counted down, waiting for that guy named Eni.

"Three, two, one..."

Sure enough, the moment the clock struck midnight, he felt his consciousness suddenly squeezed out, as if a foreign soul had suddenly appeared within him.

He felt his mouth open wide, and he said: "Eh? These body conditions aren't bad, it looks like a room in the Royal Palace... wait, why do I feel like my body is somewhat out of control..."

— It was that guy named Eni who came in! Quick, quickly activate the Sleeping Spell Formation, suppress this guy...

Aier immediately activated the Sleeping Spell Formation, and in the next moment, he felt his body suddenly relax, the guy fighting with him for body control falling asleep.

He touched his face, breathed a sigh of relief, and thought to himself:

"... I won't let you replace me, stranger. You sleep, just sleep for twenty-five days and you'll be fine."

He was originally a worthless fool, neither good at literature nor at martial arts, yet at this moment, he suddenly noticed the flame power within him surging.

At the same time, two bars appeared at the top left of his vision: Health Points and Mana Points. A chat box appeared at the bottom left, icons like [Personal Information], [Inventory], [Equipment], [Pets] appeared at the bottom right, and a live broadcast room interface appeared at the top right, the fast-paced words making him dizzy.

What, what are these!? Is this what Eni possesses?

"Player..." he murmured in disbelief, feeling as if a tidal wave had overtaken him.

Such freedom, such strength, such an enviable group!

They adventured freely across different worlds, rapidly leveling up by just completing a few quests, killing a few monsters! Unlike him, who had to practice swordsmanship for ten years to match a player's casual skill point allocation!

They didn't fear death, nor did they need to worry about hunger. They could become whoever they wanted to be.

This Eni, what a lucky one.

"But now, the one temporarily possessing the player IP is me." Aier clutched his chest, feeling his wildly beating heart. Previously, he lived in pain, dared not strive for fear of exhaustion, feared leaving the Royal Family for fear of death, yet players needn't fear these things at all.

He could finally... live once for himself. Even if only for a mere twenty-five days.

...

"— Do you mean that players have generally been 'hacked'?"

Listening to Lin Yin's explanation, Su Ming'an was all ears.

The Fire Transmitters of the World of Old Days had given their all to shape an Original Su Ming'an, handing him the fifty-first torch for him to possess.

And now, a "Original Trap" of this kind had appeared, waiting for the players to fall into it, with the full color of tragedy looming behind.

...

[Su Ming'an leaned against the windowsill, resting his chin on his hand, gazing at the scenery of the Red Tower Kingdom.]

[At this moment, a system notification sounded.]

["Ding-dong!"]

[All players have entered the Luowasha Plane, and next, all players will receive a Basic Quest.]

[Su Ming'an felt surprised. Only now are the Basic Quests issued...?]

...

Actually, from the very start, Su Ming'an had noticed the odd timing of the quest's release, which usually happened right at the beginning, yet this time, it took a long time. This indicated that not all players had entered Luowasha simultaneously, time manipulation had been involved.

Lin Yin said: "Yes. Do you still remember Lv Zhuqing... the young master of the Qing Zhu Clan?"

...

"— Dad, Mom!!"

In the blazing sun, the world was a sea of crimson.

Amidst the swirling flames, a white-haired youth stumbled out of the inferno, his back and arms covered in large burns, the fluid from his wounds dripping onto the ground.

"Why... why... we did nothing wrong, why did the Scarlet Flame Angel have to kill us..." he cried, kneeling before the unrecognizable ruins, sobbing and shaking with pain all over.

Then, a voice sounded in his ear, telling him—

"The Qing Zhu Clan has been exterminated, all your relatives burned to death by flames, leaving you alone, hungry and barely clothed, forced to scavenge in the slums... This is a man-made tragedy."

"— Someone deliberately created this tragedy just to match someone's experience, enabling that person to replace you in the future."

The youth dropped his head in anguish, his fingers digging into the dirt, fresh blood seeping out, muttering:

"... Why."

The God of Doom had told him what to do, just like Aier.

Lv Zhuqing, harboring hatred, had always been waiting, ready to activate the Sleeping Spell Formation, only to find that person never possessed him, instead possessing someone from the Blood Clan.

At the moment he saw that person in the slum, Lv Zhuqing, covered in dust and scavenging for food, recognized him at once. They were too alike, with white hair, green eyes, and a similar gaze.

But why must one person be relegated to the slum, never to rise again, while another is lucky enough to become a Player, not only achieving revenge but also taking everything from the former?

Lv Zhuqing knew he shouldn't vent his anger on this person, his hatred should be directed at the one who deliberately orchestrated all this, yet he couldn't tear his gaze away from this Lucky One. He needed to know why, and for what reason.

Since that person never possessed him, wasn't his clan's extermination a joke? How did he end up in this plight, even needing to fight dogs for a piece of trash to eat?

This person... this guy named Lv Shu, must know many things.

So, after a fleeting gloomy look, he forced a semblance of an innocent smile, stepping forward, pretending to ask shyly:

"Kind-hearted person... May I follow you?"

The excitement belonged to the Players.

Ordinary people had nothing.

Lv Shu had never imagined that his tragedy would become the shadow of another's life.

...

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