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Chapter 523 Chapter 520 "Sky—Sky—Sky—"

Sibel pulled him forward.

Her hands were as wet as his, and seemed a little limp.

Walking along the gravel road and passing through the dense flowers, everything is as warm as spring.

During this period, Su Mingan saw some people running.

"Why are they running away?" he asked.

"That's not running away, they also want to go to see the sea." Sibel said.

In the brilliant rainbow light,
In the scent of fresh jasmine,

In beautiful singing,
Sibel pulled him and walked to a hillside.

From here, you can see the entire tribe, the houses shrouded in colorful lights, the men and women who are running and singing... and the sea.

...the sea.

Su Mingan really saw the azure flowing on the ground in this barren and yellowish land.

"Is this, the color reflected in the sky?" he said.

"It is said that the sea reflects the color of the sky." She stood beside him: "...So, seeing this reflected color, does it mean that I have seen the sea?"

She lowered her eyes and smiled slightly.

"I was really, lucky, lucky...to wait for you," she said.

At this moment, Su Mingan realized,

...It turns out that her eyes are also the color of the sea.

Her smile became brighter, and there was no haze of being a heretic in her eyes at all.

She was bathed in the fiery rainbow light, and her face was extremely satisfied.

"In the future, flowers and plants, and building houses." She said: "I will bring the future happiness of the people to them."

Su Mingan turned his head to look at her.

"Sky-sky-sky-sea-sky!" she cried, excited beyond reason.

Su Mingan reached out and touched her.

"But why is it such a beautiful scene, but my body feels so hot and painful..." she said.

Su Mingan's hand passed through her.

His eyes fluctuated slightly, and he saw her figure gradually fade away.

"Siber?" He called, but Siber's figure disappeared.

Mo Yan ran to his side, waving the sword in his hand, which looked like amber under the rainbow light.

"—Brother, look! This is my newly forged sword, and my master praised it as beautiful." He said excitedly.

"Nice looking, very long sword." Su Mingan said.

"Isn't it, like toasting a fire stick?" Mo Yan said with a smile.

"It hurts." Su Mingan said.

"That's right, right? But this kind of sword can still hit big brother's hand bones, big brother can consider using a piano board?"

"... Hmm." Su Mingan said.

"Debussy's Moonlight...is very nice." Mo Yan said, "After losing an important family member, my eldest brother played the song so well. That's why your mother likes the emotion in your songs so much. Breaking your hand bones...Brother, what were you thinking when the piano steel plate was smashed down by her?"

Su Mingan raised his eyes slightly.

"[A child who has never been loved shows too obvious emotions.]" Mo Yan said, "Brother, you are such a child too."

"..." Su Mingan said.

"When you were painting flowers for Siber, did you ever think about who can paint flowers for you?" Mo Yan said.

"..." Su Mingan said.

"Yes." Mo Yan said, "The future is black and white."

"..." Su Mingan said.

"Brother also knows that you can't succeed." Mo Yan said.

"..." Su Mingan said.

"Oh." Mo Yan said, "Well, after all, Big Brother is a 'heterogeneous' in people's eyes, and you are a 'monster'."

"...What are you talking about?" Su Mingan said.

"I'm talking about—the sky! The sky!" Mo Yan suddenly laughed: "—Brother, look, the sky is so beautiful!"

"... Let's fly." Su Mingan said.

Mo Yan glanced at him.

"Brother, your words are really out of context." Mo Yan said.

"You too." Su Mingan said.

"It's because of your incoherence, big brother, that I behave like this." Mo Yan laughed.

"...But I'm so hot." Su Mingan said.

"Brother." Mo Yan suddenly put away his smile.

He stared at Su Mingan with a very quiet tone:
"Have you looked carefully... What is your san value now? You are not surprised, why, you have been unable to see the various text bullet screens?"

Su Mingan opened his eyes slightly.

"When people are dreaming, it is difficult to see the specific words clearly, right?" Mo Yan said, "Now...isn't it the same? The jasmine wreath on your head is very beautiful, but will there really be jasmine flowers in the sky? "

Hearing this, Su Mingan was slightly taken aback.

A flood of fear and a sense of missing out flooded my upper body in an instant.

At this moment, he seemed to be able to hear his bloody, heavy breathing.

He raised his hand and immediately stabbed his left hand severely.

The blood exploded.

Severe pain came, as if the fog in front of his eyes was wiped away, the phantom in front of him was quickly fading, and the jasmine wreath on his head also disappeared immediately.

He turned his head and looked inside the third tribe—only to find that the poisonous rain during the natural disaster had already arrived.

It corroded people's houses, and the corpses of the people fell to the ground, and people fled in all directions, howling.

The beautiful tribal scenery and the enthusiastic ethnic illusion were suddenly broken, and he suddenly saw a hell on earth.

... He seems to have been haunted by hallucinations for a long time.

He breathed lightly, and the dense cold sweat slowly slipped off.

……So this is ah.

...It turns out that the dampness that has been lingering on his body is the blood eroded by the poisonous rain.

It turned out that the colorful lights in the sky yesterday...was also an illusion.

That wasn't a rainbow that represented auspicious omens, it was a natural disaster and poisonous rain that eroded him and made his whole body covered in blood.

Those ethnic groups are not singing loudly just to see the sea,
They are fleeing, howling, non-stop, in the burning poisonous rain, howling, desperately, running away.

So, did he and Yamada and his party sit between the dead body and the poisonous rain yesterday, talking and laughing and eating snacks?
No women brought fruits and snacks at all, and the tribesmen at that time had already fallen in the poisonous rain.When he touched his pocket, there was no candy from Changsheng at all.

His faint burning sensation was originally blinded by illusions, the pain from the poisonous rain corroding his body.

His sanity had disappeared since the day before yesterday.

It turns out that everything is beautiful and splendid,

It's all an illusion.

... He forcibly regarded all ugliness and death as beauty that comforted him.

...Including Mo Yan just now, he has been arguing with his inner self.

He's crazy.

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"——Brother, the process of creating gods is about the same as going crazy." Mo Yan said: "Deprived of sympathy, deprived of emotion, deprived of the ability to consider [room]...

Split the ability of expression, split thinking, belief and philosophy, split the tolerance of pain, emotional feedback, basic logical reasoning, empathy...

Disregarding praise and disparagement, accepting faith, rejecting the useless, making use of everything available, living forever with confusion, failure and danger..."

"The power to bring about changes in the world... is not something you can do. Now, I don't know how many people think you are disgusting and hinder the unity of mankind." Mo Yan said.

"Although I know that my brother's belief is very firm, there is no way. My brother is just a human being." Mo Yan said: "...Everyone has forgotten that you are human."

"Brother." Mo Yan stared at him and said, "...what kind of god are you turning yourself into?"

Mo Yan backed away slowly.

He watched Mo Yan step into the air with one step, and watched the long sword behind Mo Yan spread out like wings, and the colorful streamers flooded like swallowing the sea, like a colorful bird flying high above the sky.

Dreamy, magnificent, bright.

The amber-like sword was behind Mo Yan, shining brightly under the rainbow light, like a pair of spread colorful wings, about to take him to fly high into the sky——

"—Since I saw the lighthouse! Why didn't you worship!" Mo Yan burst out laughing suddenly. He laughed heartily, and the loud and clear voice in his mouth soared high above the sky, echoing constantly in the vast world.

"—Why don't you worship! Why don't you worship!!" He laughed and shouted: "——This is your god——! Your crazy god——!"

……

"boom!"

A shot went off.

A bullet slammed into Su Mingan's right arm and exploded. The severe pain made his vision clear for a moment, and Mo Yan's hallucination disappeared immediately.

At this time, he saw his true san value very clearly.

[San value: 10 points (short sobriety)]

……

Siber, holding a shotgun, walked to his side, and all the hazy scenes disappeared with severe pain.

Behind her, there is no colorful light, no sea, and no Mo Yan.

"Sober?" Sibel asked.

"How long have I been crazy?" Su Mingan said.

"It's been a long time." Siber said, "You are crazy with me, and your companions are also crazy. This kind of madness is contagious."

"When exactly did it start?" he asked.

"...After meeting Yuan Shuangshuang." She said.

Su Mingan flipped through the system prompts.

The words that had always been vague and hazy finally began to become clear before his eyes.

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[Current plot trend: TE · "The Day of Flowers Blooming" / HE2 · "Day Delusion". 】

[Perfect clearance progress: 75%]

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Reaching out his hand, the interface pulled down, and he saw many new texts.

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[Detect the player as a "white trial" profession, and automatically absorb the surrounding emotional value to exchange for the belief value. 】

[SAN value -60 points! (Crazy state, hallucinations, auditory hallucinations, automatic shielding of pain)]

【Faith: 10000/10000 (full)】

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【Your teammate (Yamada Machiichi) died due to poisonous rain. 】

【Your teammate (Luna) committed suicide. 】

[NPC (Shara) status: Crazy. 】

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[Twelve o'clock has passed, and the seventh day of the war begins. The natural disaster period, poisonous rain is coming. 】

【You continue to be corroded by poisonous rain...】

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Sibel lowered her eyes.

"What. It turns out that the fruit I ate yesterday and the enthusiastic people I saw were all hallucinations. And the sea we just saw..." Siber said, "It's a sea of ​​blood."

"It's so hot." Su Mingan said.

As his body was gradually corroded and melted by the poisonous rain, and he regained consciousness from the hallucination, he finally felt the real tingling sensation.

—The gods come from the void.

——As long as a person tries to become a god, he will suffer from curse, madness, and alienation in the void.

After the belief reaches full value, after the SAN value plummets,

He began to bear the pain of his people.

... the pain of being eroded by poisonous rain.

... the pain of losing a loved one.

...the curse burst out in pain that festered all over his body.

He had already started to bear this kind of pain the day before yesterday, it was a hot and hot touch, but because he was blinded by hallucinations, he thought it was the rainbow light that expelled the disease, so the pain he felt was not obvious.

And when the hallucinations fade away,

This pain began to magnify indefinitely on his body.

His bones began to soften, his skin rolled with flesh and blood, and his palms began to melt.

All his muscles and bones began to contort to the point of moaning, roaring——

So painful.

So painful.

So painful.

So painful, so painful, so painful—

Sibel reached out and squeezed his hand tightly.

Her white hair began to twist and flutter, and pitch-black tentacles appeared under her body. They gripped his hands and covered his body, absorbing the blood and curses on his body.

She shares his curse and bears his pain.

Su Mingan opened his eyes, and his sight became clear bit by bit.

Sibel closed her eyes, her face matured little by little.

Her head moved slightly, her mouth moved slightly, she stood in place, tentacles surrounded her, she smiled lightly, her fleshy face was eroded by the poisonous rain, it seemed so beautiful.

"We are all destined to go crazy, just experienced it for a while." She said: "It feels good, at least, what I see is a beautiful scene."

After Sibel shared his pain,

Su Mingan heard soft whispers ringing in his ears.

……

[Energy and faith have gathered. 】

[Only authority is missing, you have embarked on the road to becoming a god. 】

[You will bear the evil of the vault, bear all the pain, and share all the pain of the curse. 】

【You will accept all beliefs, good or evil, and you will love everyone equally. 】

【You give the additional name of 'Lighthouse', in the name of pioneers, light chasers, fanatics, like harvested wheat seeds, sow to the vast land, so that it will never end. 】

【—You will forget your pain, sorrow and joy. 】

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[Baishen Larsas, pre-assign you the job title of 'Baishen'. 】

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White tentacles slowly grew from behind Su Mingan.

His pupils spread to the edge, like a bright fire burning in them.

Representing Baishen, the white tentacles, mixed with the black tentacles, have a strange beauty, like a flower blooming in the mud.

The fine rain curtain was still eroding his body, they cruelly devoured their flesh and blood, mixing the flesh and blood together.

Under the growth of tentacles,
They are like two deformed monsters cuddling closely to keep warm in the rain.

In "Notre Dame de Paris", Su Mingan saw a passage.

——Not everything in all things is humanly beautiful, ugliness is next to beauty, deformity is close to beauty, ugliness is hidden behind the sublime, beauty and evil coexist, light and darkness coexist.

Kindness and justice cannot conquer everything, and ignorant human beings cannot see the beauty behind deformities, regard them as ugliness, and associate ugliness with evil.

however,
Acceptance and confrontation are the perfect antidote.

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[It is detected that the occupation is very suitable for the dungeon...]

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"Ding dong!"

[The "White Trial" profession is about to evolve into the "Baishen" profession. 】

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(End of this chapter)