Su Ming'an silently watched the shadow.

The shadow silently watched back.

"And who are you?" Su Ming'an said.

Now, even if ten thousand acquaintances appeared before him, one by one with whispers from Lv someone, Rin someone, and Yue someone, he wouldn't be surprised.

The black mist receded a little, revealing a pair of moon-white pupils, indicating this figure seemed human with very clear features.

Su Ming'an did not know this Fifth Rank, but he looked very handsome.

"Good luck," he began.

"...Huh?" Su Ming'an blinked, not expecting the first thing the other said would be to wish him good luck.

"I will be, waiting for you," he said again.

"Do I know you?" Su Ming'an was puzzled.

The Fifth Rank shook his head, showing a gentle smile, his eyes full of softness.

"My name is Starfire," he said, "You might meet me in Luowasha."

Su Ming'an felt the goodwill in his words. This Starfire seemed to be in the friendly camp, exuding a thriving vitality.

"Don't lose to the organizers, don't bow to bad people," Starfire said, "You're a good person, and good people shouldn't end up as sacrifices. If you see me in Luowasha, I'll help you."

"Why are you willing to help me?" Su Ming'an asked.

"...Not out of [interest], nor out of [brethren]. I help out of emotion," he said, "Because I've seen good people sacrificed. Reality is a trash game, and no matter how skilled the player, they're trapped by Destiny's mold. The children who long to touch the sky have traversed countless mountains but are still mountains. I don't want that; I want to change something."

Su Ming'an understood. Since he became a god from a human, he must have gone through a lot before ascending. The details of his past could only be explored in the Luowasha Plane.

"Can we have a chat?" Su Ming'an pressed on. These beings from high dimensions either spew nonsense or play guessing games. It was rare to catch one who spoke clearly.

"Yes."

"How did you become a god?" Su Ming'an asked.

"...My path to godhood wasn't special; I didn't play the world game or compete with anyone, nor did I wander through the vast universe. My hometown is a high magic world, the world rank was already very high, and I had the strongest bloodline potential in the world, so once my lineage fully unlocked, I became a god. Then... a lot of things happened that couldn't pass review, and I ascended to high dimensions, eventually getting swept into the world game as you see now," Starfire said.

"Things that couldn't pass review?" Su Ming'an perked up.

"Yes, the world game would block certain statements of mine, so I can't tell you, hence unable to pass review," Starfire said.

"...Oh." Su Ming'an said.

"What were you just thinking?" Starfire asked.

"Nothing much." Su Ming'an changed the topic, "High magic world...is it like Luowasha?"

It seems that becoming a god ≠ becoming high dimension. Starfire first became a god in his hometown, experienced many things before becoming high dimension, and was eventually swept into the world game as an organizer.

"Luowasha is more advanced," Starfire said.

"What level is Zhai Xing's world?" Su Ming'an asked.

"Zhai Xing is a low technology, low magic world," Starfire said, "Zhai Xing is still very immature but has great potential; it needs time to evolve into a more powerful civilization. My hometown is almost set in stone, with no more potential, lacking development space, just a stagnant high magic world."

"The Ruined World is mid technology, low magic world; because it experienced the world game, technology evolved from low to mid-level."

"And the world of old days, a thousand years later, is mid technology, mid magic world, as its development in a thousand years extended to elements like talismans and witchcraft spells, hence evolving from low magic to mid magic."

"After another ten thousand years, in Pulaya's era, the world regressed again to mid technology, low magic world, because a fracture occurred, and people of the world of old days went to the celestial sphere; Earth only evolved into a new civilization in ten thousand years, hence civilization regressed."

"In summary, civilization's level is not unchanging."

Su Ming'an didn't expect his casual question would elicit such a detailed spiel from Starfire, covering everything from a thousand years past to ten thousand years later, from Zhai Xing to Pulaya. There was no concealed information, no riddles.

It was...too moving!

Clear and articulate words—how long has it been since he encountered someone who talked so openly? Little Qian, Little Rin, Little Li, Little Die... every single one struggled to utter a single sentence.

"Are you helping me because I remind you of your past friends?" Su Ming'an said.

Starfire was silent for a moment, then nodded, "Yes, I don't want you to struggle to the end only to be trapped by destiny."

Su Ming'an had already realized the essence of the world game was something vast, and it indeed seemed so, given that both the original theory and possibility theory are right here.

"I'm leaving," Starfire suddenly halted.

In the dark corridor, he curved his moon-colored eyes:

"Even though I'd like to chat with you, others are coming, so let's end here. Bound by [rules], I can't say much; this is already the limit."

"You're a good person," Su Ming'an said.

"Yes." Starfire smiled, his shown features exceedingly beautiful, skin as white as porcelain, making one feel a gentle warmth: "You're a good person too, good people should help good people."

Soon, those moon-white eyes disappeared, and the constant thriving vitality vanished as well.

In the profound dark corridor, Su Ming'an put his hands in his pockets, waiting for the next one.

Come on, let's welcome the next high dimension being.

"—Su Ming'an."

A voice came from behind.

Su Ming'an looked at the newcomer—black mist completely covered him, not revealing anything.

"I am the Eleventh Rank," the shadow approached.

"So, this number is their order to line up and see me," Su Ming'an realized.

"..." He seemed speechless for a few seconds.

"How should I address you?" Su Ming'an adeptly hosted.

"Just call me 'the Eleventh Rank unwilling to show his face'," he said.

"Unwilling to show face. When I couldn't stand firm moments ago, why did you want to rush to me?" Su Ming'an said.

"You saw that?"

"Your movement was so big..." Su Ming'an said.

For some reason, upon seeing this Eleventh Rank, Su Ming'an felt a strong sense of familiarity, as if they'd interacted countless times, making his tone subconsciously familiar.

Despite not knowing where his face was, Su Ming'an could sense that he was staring at him.

"Su Ming'an. The organizers hope you lose the bet, wish you become their food, but I am the exception." He said.

"...That." Su Ming'an said, "Dieying mentioned that."

"Dieying is ultimately an outsider, even if Dieying said such words, if facing the choice, he'll still preserve the New World over you, his words are just worth a listen." He said.

"Then, are you from the inner world?" Su Ming'an listened to this flattery and indirectly asked.

The Eleventh Rank concealed its face thoroughly, wrapped in black from head to toe, not even willing to reveal a pair of eyes.

It nodded and emphasized:

"I'm always on the same side as you, Su Ming'an."

"Please remember—our interests are always aligned, our goals are always united, and our camp is always the same."

"If among the Twelve Forces, you can only trust one, it's not the Rabbit, not Shadow, not Aria, nor Starfire, but me."

…These words carried an immense weight. Su Ming'an was stunned for a moment.

There was a strong sense of affinity flowing between them, as if connecting two hearts.

"I came to confirm something with you." the one not willing to show their face said:

"[Zhai Xing shouldn't hold back Su Ming'an.]"

"[You should have let go of it early on.]"

"But you've held onto it tightly. Are you sure your will shall remain unchanged, unwavering by any interest, persisting to the end?"

Su Ming'an said, "I'm just an ordinary person. What sustains me are ideals and obsessions, ordinary things in an ordinary person's brain. I will obviously waver, but I will try to fulfill my promises."

The one not willing to show their face nodded, seemingly smiling.

Before leaving, It said:

"There's something I must tell you, listen carefully:"

"—The Eleventh World is a world where all of humanity participates, unlike before."

Su Ming'an's eyes widened abruptly.

…What?

"The Eleventh World is special in nature and of extremely high positional rank, so it won't be divided into tens of thousands of parallel worlds proceeding together, but only one." It continued:

"Hundreds of millions of players will gather in one world, no longer in previous instances that accommodated only ten thousand players."

"So, in this last day, quickly find your teammates. Although hundreds of millions of adventurer players will gather in the Luowasha Plane, Luowasha is indeed too large, even with millions, it's hard to meet together."

"In the past, the team formation limit was 5 people; this time, it's 15."

"—Go form a 15-member ultimate team, Su Ming'an. Civilization's destiny, whether the world game will be destroyed, where the organizers will head, and whether you can win in this match… largely depends on this battle."

"Don't worry about the rule [only one person can obtain the World Origin for perfect passing in each parallel instance]. Because Luowasha's World Origin is not just one, you can rest assured."

"If you're able to gather all World Origins, it's equivalent to you blocking all full perfect clear players' perfect clear, and finally you're the one making the wish alone."

"If you choose to share the World Origin with others, such as Bei Wang, Yi Song, Lunxue, who are full perfect clear players, and maintain the number of wishes, that's also your freedom."

"In short, try to collect as many as possible… It concerns the effectiveness of your final wish, the growth degree of your small world, and how many full perfect clear players can surround you."

"I paid a significant price to tell you this, hoping you win."

"No matter what, I favor you and am always on the same side as you, Su Ming'an."

"Farewell."

The Eleventh Rank left, and the corridor finally reached its end; ahead was bright light, like dawn breaking through the darkness.

Su Ming'an did not hastily leave the corridor but turned back to look.

The deep long corridor, behind was already empty, and the few High Dimensions that accompanied him along the way were gone, as if each could only accompany him a short distance.

"…A world where all players gather." Su Ming'an muttered.

The information here was overwhelming.

In the past, it was divided into tens of thousands of parallel instances, each involving 10,000 players, but in the Eleventh World, all players are grouped together.

Even Qiongdi only has 100 top players on the leaderboard, while Luowasha World gathers all the players!

—This will be the grandest scene.

Whether it's the defeated Mizushima Kawa Sora, Sea King brother Yi Song, the full perfect clearing Bei Wang, the self-proclaimed future-seeing Prophet Alan, the Time Controller Li Xiaoen, the mysterious silver-haired red-eyed healer Qin Si, the unknown Peak Alliance member Alger and Shiyi, the lucky player Sherry, the mad king Anger and Boris, the storyteller Laine, or even Lin Wang'an… they will all gather together.

The Lighthouse Church, the Black Card Assassins Organization, the martial artists of Ancient Martial Families, the mages of the Holt Wizard Alliance, the mafia behind Lu, the child players of Noel New World Guild… these organizations will also gather, no longer in scattered states.

"What a vast world would it be? Suddenly investing millions of people, yet they can't encounter each other…" Su Ming'an took a deep breath.

Since there's no conflict in perfect clear, then, gather all trustworthy full perfect clear players. Believe they are willing to respond to the call of Number One Player.

Wisdom, luck, force, charm, emotional intelligence… the peak combined abilities of human players—

Full perfect clear players, it's time to gather.

…

…

[April 1st, 2:00 AM]

[22 hours remaining until the Eleventh World begins.]

…

Returning to his personal villa, Su Ming'an took out paper and pen.

As for Xiao Ming, he's been gone with a swoosh for a long time, not sure where he's playing.

"Su Ming'an! We're playing Duck Goose Kill, want to join?" Yamada Machiichi and others sat in the hall, they've already taken this place as their home, gathering here every day.

"No need." Su Ming'an went straight upstairs.

"Su Ming'an, what did that woman at the auction just call you over for?" Fire Mystery raised his head.

"Talking."

"Su Ming'an, want some tea?" Lv Shu uncovered the teapot that's been heated for a long time.

"No need."

The door closed, and the moment Su Ming'an entered the room, they collectively shifted their gaze from the computer screen.

"I knew that rabbit definitely said something! Su Ming'an's state is completely different before and after!" Lin Yin whispered clandestinely.

"Surely the organizers threatened him with something, this group just can't stand players doing well!" Yamada Machiichi said resentfully.

"…I think the organizers might be good people." Qin Si laughed beside.

"Still want to play the game?" Mo Yan asked.

"Of course! We came to the villa to create a joyful atmosphere, so he wouldn't see a cold and silent villa when he returns. As long as we're having fun here, he should feel a bit happier seeing us." Lin Yin said with a smile.

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