Welcome to Rewind World Game-Chapter 1544 - 29: "He Faces a Question He Cannot Answer
The golden spine stood tall, and the initial burning gold flame quietly illuminated as Ian spewed a dragon’s breath towards Su Ming’an.
"Clang!"
Su Ming’an cleaved through the raging flames with a single sword, breaking through the dragon’s body, spilling a large amount of fresh blood.
A few droplets of blood swept across His cheek, and a brief shock flashed in His eyes.
"Awoo—Awoo!"
The giant dragons responded to the emperor’s anger. Countless large membranous wings flapped, stirring up a hurricane capable of altering the landscape.
One after another, the giant dragons of various shapes, scales glistening with a metallic sheen, soared into the sky. The sunlight refracted on the countless layers of hard scales, rendering the entire Dragon Valley fantasmagoric.
They layered themselves, pressing towards the small white figure at the center.
—This was an attack brought by "history."
This was a roar elevated from words and stories.
Yet, Su Ming’an wielded only one sword.
"Swish!"
The sword light continued, like a silent streak of thunder.
On Ian’s proud dragon body, a long sword mark suddenly split open.
There was no muffled sound of shattered scales, only a chilling "hiss" of material disintegration.
Scalding dragon blood, molten with fine golden flames, erupted violently like a golden fountain.
Subsequently, the sword light expanded, forming a straight line. At first, a sound like ripping cloth was heard, and all the charging giant dragons were sliced through midair!
Endless golden blood, like a waterfall hanging upside down from the sky, fell towards the pure white figure. His white tendrils, like petals, shielded him from all dust.
Ian and the shapes of the dragons collapsed, transforming from huge dragon bodies into pieces of dark yellow pages, emitting a crisp sound like the turning of a book page.
"Rip—!"
Su Ming’an severed this page.
He casually wiped away the golden blood from His cheek, His gaze as sharp as ice, seeking where Su Ming’an was hiding.
In some corner, the second piece of the Memory Clip was soon thrown out by Su Ming’an and shattered.
"Crack—!"
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[Your Memory Clip "The Innocent Jellyfish Being Chased" has shattered.]
[Story Rating: 63→57]
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—New pages arrived one after another.
—Countless phrases and punctuation marks swarmed over.
[—After waking up, Lü Shu found himself in a splendid palace, the scarlet bedspread covered with petals, the air imbued with the intoxicating scent of red wine. He was a marquis of the Blood Clan.]
The scene of Dragon Valley flashed by, immediately followed by a Blood Clan palace, presenting a young man with white hair and green eyes.
He was clad in the marquis robe of the Blood Clan, thrusting a knife towards Su Ming’an.
—The Ian and Lü Shu appearing here were their real selves. As the scenes in the Memory Clips recorded their relevant plots, when the Memory Clips were enacted under Su Ming’an’s direction, they were summoned to this place, assuming the roles they held in those clips.
Therefore, Lü Shu briefly appeared here in his Blood Clan marquis attire. Once the pages were severed, they would return to their original positions.
"Clang!" Su Ming’an easily flicked away his sharp blade, but unexpectedly, a Cat Car suddenly rushed out from behind, kicking up dust, charging headlong.
He reversed His grip and pierced the Cat Car with a sword, cat fur turning into fluttering pages, like yellowish wilted leaves.
[As everyone was in a heated discussion, suddenly a Celestial Clan member descended from the sky, silver light flickering, aiming to capture Su Liujin. Meanwhile, a bone dragon closed in from both sides.]
In an instant, the Celestial Clan descended, wings fluttering, silver as blades.
A massive, ferocious bone dragon swooped straight down, spewing blue flames.
Su Ming’an furrowed His brow slightly, sweeping the sword, inducing spatial rifts like the wind, shattering all the scenes around Him like frozen photos.
However, the attacks from the words continued endlessly.
When it came to the phrase "Dragon’s Roar to the Sky," winding dragons emerged, enveloped in roars that could shake mountains, leaping towards Su Ming’an.
When it came to the phrase "Perish and Soul Extinguish," countless resentful spirits surged from the void, wrapped in a bone-piercing chill, stabbing towards Su Ming’an.
When it came to the phrase "Silver Light Flickers," numerous cold lights poured down like a waterfall, and countless feathers darted towards Su Ming’an.
Bean-sized periods, dangling comma tails, long dashes... all encircled the "reader" at the heart of the story, wrapping Him gently and coldly.
"Come out, Su Ming’an!" All these attacks were trivial for Su Ming’an, yet they unceasingly emerged. Su Ming’an swept away the fluttering pages around Him, His sharp gaze sweeping the surroundings.
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[Tree Transformation Progress: 40%]
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In the corner of the flood of words, Su Ming’an quietly watched this scene, his left engulfed in pencil strokes turned to fragments, his right caressed by passing words. And he stood silently like a period, between pages and pages.
His hair transformed into long strands of words, like a vast snowy line, an unending ellipsis.
His body’s outline blurred, no longer a clear human figure, but a hazy ink wash.
His bones transformed into basic vertical, horizontal, curved, and straight strokes, arranged and combined within the space that was once his body, forming a human shape, as if a most precise movable type printing module.
His blood flowed with cold, smooth, clearly defined punctuation, its slow movement like the footnotes of words knocked on.
His skin resembled thin book pages; every action, every raise of his hand, causing pages to turn and rub, densely revealing small, illegible characters.
—This is because he was transforming into a tree, into a book itself.
This was why he could utilize those Memory Clips so well; he himself had become a book.
His pupils displayed the color of ink, like two pools of silent ink.
When he gazed at Su Ming’an, words like "analyze," "deconstruct," and "deny" highly aggressive surged around. But when his gaze swept across Lü Shu and others’ shadows, words hinting warmth like "guard" and "redemption" emerged.
Every "raise of his hand" was formed by countless strokes pulling long words, arranging into the shape of an arm.
A simple "pointing" action gathered an amalgamation of phrases like "sharp arrow," "guidance," and "determination," transforming into an invisible blade stabbing toward Su Ming’an.
While employing these Memory Clips, Su Ming’an stretched out his hand, silently touching something like a barrier, subsequently turning his head as if involuntarily, glancing at... you.
[—After enduring countless challenges, Su Liujin finally reached an ancient castle, meeting the Abyss Lord Leto Sully, the last in sequence among third-level gods.]
"Found you, here you are..." Su Ming’an narrowed His eyes, His gaze traveling between the text maze, accurately spotting the position of the term "Su Liujin," reaching out His right hand to grab the air, as if piercing through layers of invisible papers, emitting the sound of "crackling" paper fragmentation.
Su Ming’an’s sharply defined hand crossed over the paper, suddenly presenting a form where curved and straight lines combined, akin to a simplistic sketch.
In that moment, it felt as though the three dimensions were compressed into two by some invisible force, the three-dimensional human figure appearing to traverse a flattened object, transforming into a moving graphic.
—People, events, things, all became flat phrases in that instant, like an absurd doodle between worlds.
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[Su Ming’an’s hand] → Reaches towards → [Su Liujin finally reached an ancient castle, meeting the Abyss Lord Leto Sully]
"Crunch—Crunch—Crunch!"
[Su Ming’an’s Hand] → One Palm Strikes → [Abyss Lord Leto Sully]
[Abyss Lord Leto Sully] →→→→ [Disappeared]
[Su Liujin finally reached an ancient castle, encountering Su Ming’an’s Hand]
[Su Ming’an’s Hand] ← Grabs to the Left ←←
[Su Liujin] ← [Finally Reached] ← [An Ancient Castle] ← [Su Ming’an’s Hand]
[Su Liujin] ← [Finally Reached] ← [Su Ming’an’s Hand] ← [An Ancient Castle]
[Su Liujin] ← [Su Ming’an’s Hand] ← [Finally Reached] ← [An Ancient Castle] 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞
[Su Liujin: D] ←← Flies Away ︿(￣︶￣)︿←←
[Su Liujin] ╭(●｀∀´●)╯BYEBYE~ [Throws Out The Third Memory Clip]! [Su Ming’an’s Hand] Σ(°△°|||)!
[During his escape, Su Liujin plunged into the ocean, seeking rest in water, yet saw a blue-haired man smiling and swimming towards him, his demeanor friendly, as if meeting an old acquaintance.]
Yet saw a blue-haired man smiling and swimming towards him.
Blue-haired man &%￥@#...
Blue ￥%@*...
Yet saw a white-haired man smiling (｡◕‿◕｡)→ swimming towards him (╯°Д°)╯
He (╯°Д°)╯→ Ocean
White-haired man (｡◕‿◕｡)→ Ocean
Ocean Ocean Ocean &%￥@...
White-haired man (｡◕‿◕｡) → Eats → him Σ(-`Д´-ﾉ;)ﾉ← Lighthouse Jellyfish ← Peak Clan ← Impressive Vitality
He (゜∀゜)ノ→ New Memory Clip
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Su Ming’an closed his eyes, manipulating this invisible and abstract battle.
Whenever Su Ming’an’s attack descended, the pages instantly turned yellowed, curled, fragmented into flying paper scraps, revealing deeper, more ancient passages below.
Like peeling an onion — constantly revealing the fragments of his past, whether forgotten, deliberately hidden, or still remembered.
He used his past as a shield.
He used his pain as a sword.
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"Crack—Snap!"
[Your Memory Clip · "Act Two · Liujin First Meets Heroine, Samantri Enjoys Life" has shattered.]
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[The dining hall is brightly lit, students chatting freely, enjoying dinner together.]
["Teacher" Su Ming’an walks among them, brows furrowed.]
[He scans back and forth, attempting to find the guy hiding behind the words.]
["You, stop right there!" Suddenly, the "Teacher" spots a sneaky student.]
[This student carries no campus card, his hair white, flagrantly violating school rules.]
[Yet a pink-haired female student steps forward to protect him: "This is Old God Asasto, holder of Dawn’s right, leader of Wasteland’s flame, both the master of Pulaya Cloud City and avatar of destiny and judgment. Today he may eat humble dishes, yet can still find ambition in the winds."]
["What nonsense!" the "Teacher" curses, "School is for students, where are these Old Gods, give him to me!"]
[Amidst the tense confrontation, a Dragon Knight arrives, majestic and handsome, descending from above, arrogantly states: "I am also a teacher, and I say he’s a good student. He’s a good student! You have no reason to take him away!"]
"Crash——!"
Snow-white tendrils → Overturned → Dining Table
Su Ming’an (ノ=Д=)ノ┻━┻ → Dining Table ← Dragon Knight Su Rin o(一︿一+)o ← Student Pudding o(-`д´-｡) ← Student Su Liujin (ФwФ)ノ
Su Ming’an （╬￣皿￣） → Draws Sword → Dragon Knight Su Rin 凸(艹皿艹)
Sword → Sword → Sword → Sword → Sword
Light ← Light ← Light ← Light ← Light
Dining Table → Flies
Cold Tossed Ginseng → Flies
Red Oil Pig Ears → Flies
Pudding(´Д`)y~~~~→ Flies
Su Ming’an → Spatial Vibration → Ceiling
Ceiling → Fall↓↓↓
Dragon Knight → Dragon ← Takes off ↑
Su Ming’an → Spatial Displacement → Approach →→ Dragon Knight
Sword of Yarman → Stabs → Dragon Knight ← Pulls Out ← Flame Light Saber*10
↑White Tendrils →← Flame Light Saber*8↓
↑White Tendrils →→← Flame Light Saber*4↓
↑White Tendrils →→→→← Flame Light Saber*1↓
White Tendrils → Devour → Flame Longsword → Dissipate
↑↑↑↑↑↑↑↑
←←White Tendrils →→
↓↓↓↓↓↓↓↓
Destroy → Ground
Destroy → Clouds
Destroy → Dining Hall
White Tendrils → Collide ← Dragon ← Bleeding ← Being Extracted
Dragon Wings → Attack → White Tendrils ← Unscathed
White Tendrils → Curl Up → Dragon → Broken Wing → Fly Away
Dragon Knight Su Rin →→→
→ Khaki Retreat Too
→
→
→ Su Liujin ノ(ФwФ)ノBYE~
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[Your Memory Clip · "Don’t Bully the Jellyfish" has shattered.]
[Story Score: 57→49 (Evaluation: What exactly are you writing!? So abstract, have you gone mad!!?)]
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"——Su Ming’an!!!"
The voice of the Deity Ming’an echoed in the whirlpool of words, instantly swallowed by countless surging phrases like "clamor," "silence," "whisper," as if a stone thrown into the Ink Sea.
Their gaze was like a quenching Blade Edge, attempting to cut through the layered, endless labyrinth of words, to lock onto the "Creator" hidden behind the phrases.
However, what responded to them was not the figure of Su Ming’an, but even more surging, more abstract words.
"Crack——crack——crack!"
Piece by piece, the Memory Clips were shattered.
Su Ming’an’s figure was as light as flowing clouds, stepping between his own stories.
He flashed past between strokes and words, becoming merely a flat and short word, with even the flickering hair tips eluding capture.
This was like a piano performance.
Notes more turbulent than "To Alice," trailing tones more trembling than "Moonlight," with words corresponding one by one to the notes, as his fingers touched the words, they pressed the keys.
In the story, the words leaped joyfully, punctuation marks and arrows like chaotic notes, shattering the fixed word order, destroying solemn grammar, subject and predicate interchanged, personal pronouns and names overlapped, madness of inverted sentences occurred a dozen times, each word running in different directions, colliding headlong, like spilling a whole bucket of popcorn, corn kernels tumbling in the air.
At the moment when the "Death of Butterfly" plot appeared, all the words suddenly turned into black and white, with two layers of text overlapping each other.
[Xi Xi Li Li said said, "You you what nothing bring me me to come to save flower you sea?."]
[She she will lead to the Emperor’s cave, shining a light retroactively to reveal that her true identity is the daughter of a vicious and ruthless Demon Princess, her her legs legs are are disabled healthy healthy!!]
[Su Liujin looked into the mirror and found himself: still transformed into Su Si Liu Que Jin’s’s appearance appearance..]
——The youth walked in the crevice between black and white.
Black and white lights alternated in flashes upon him.
When the light above his head turned black, he heard Xi Li’s fierce scolding, "You deceived me, you bastard!"
When the light above his head turned white, he heard Xi Li’s self-deprecating voice, "I’m just a disabled girl, I can’t help you with anything..."
Amidst the vast words, Xi Li’s figure sometimes stood up, legs running intact through the plot, expression ruthless and unkind. At other times, the light abruptly turned to white, her figure shriveled and drooping, legs disabled seated in a wheelchair, gaze silent and sorrowful.
The light called "narrative trick" flashed on and off, illuminating the path of Su Ming’an as sometimes black, sometimes white.
Like an endlessly spinning Rubik’s Cube.
Black Chess Pieces and White Chess Pieces, gazing across borders, revolving, exchanging, inverting each other.
"Clack clack, clack clack——"
White light flickered.
[When Su Liujin woke, Xi Li had returned to normal, gently informing him that her violent state might have been due to possession by her Demon sister.]
Black light flickered.
[After clearing the level, Su Liujin opened his eyes and saw Xi Li had once again reverted to a demonized persona, mouth open in hunger. This scared the Jellyfish Emperor, who spread his palm, causing spatial vibrations, and the world changed colors as people bowed in submission.]
Fragmented strokes drifted like stardust beside him, words swirling fitfully past the scattered white hair on his temple.
He was draped in white hair.
He swayed with black hair.
He wore a snowy white robe, bowing his head.
He wore a raven-feathered black robe, raising his head.
He bore the Ruler’s Quest to "kill the World Tree."
He bore the Ruler’s Quest to "become the World Tree."
The light above him turned gloomily black.
The light above him turned pure white.
He heard the chimes of Destiny.
He heard the chimes of Destiny.
He walked toward Destiny.
He walked toward Destiny.
...
[The Great Emperor secretly inquired about Sique’s romantic debt affair, only to encounter a scientist named Ran Bo angrily lamenting, having wasted years of effort, what a sorrow! The Great Emperor couldn’t help but feel resentment and confusion towards Sique.]
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[As the Magpie erased Lotasha, the Great Emperor, witnessing it all, felt sentimental—wondering if this destiny was a blessing or a curse? The Great Emperor folded his paper fan, softly chanting a few lines, pacing while reciting poetry: "Gazing at the moon by the rail, sighing at how life is like a dream."]
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[Upon returning to Luowasha, the Great Emperor heard about the World Master’s daughter’s talent selection and grew interested, happily attending. With just a pat on a cat and a step, he stood out and surpassed all, much to the World Lord’s delight. In the evening, as the Great Emperor leisurely strolled, he saw an old acquaintance still standing in the court, unfazed by frost and snow, leaving behind only an unfinished book.]
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Scene after scene emerged amidst the shattering of Memory Clips.
Su Ming’an walked in the past, and he walked in the present.
He gazed both familiarly and unfamiliar at these scenes of stories he had personally guided, personally experienced, personally written.
The broken palace curtains, the dark shadows of the Bone Dragon, the castle of the Goddess of Life, the grand palace of the World Master...all the joys and sorrows, grandeur and insignificance carried by the shattered Memory Clips, here transformed into the most original and powerful weapon, conducting the final, and most thorough deconstruction.
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"Crack——"
"Crack——!"
"Crack——!"
[Your Memory Clip · "Olivius Don’t Rub Too Much" has shattered.]
[Your Memory Clip · "I am Sique, really?" has shattered.]
[Your Memory Clip · "A White Story" has shattered.]
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[Story Score: 49→41]
[Story Score: 41→36]
[Story Score: 36→32]
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"I no longer need a high-scoring story..." Su Ming’an closed his eyes, suddenly smiling:
"What I want is a happy ending."
He didn’t need "perfection" as deemed by the World Tree or the World Game.
He doesn’t need those grand epic waves.
What he wants,
——has always been most people’s "safety and freedom."
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[Tree Transformation Progress: 60%]
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He opened his eyes.
In front of him was the white deity Ming’an under the World Tree.
There were no Noel, Dan Shuang, Xiber, or Li Ming Yue, nor the Star Destroyer Cannon and Ark.
This is——when the plot calculations reach the time of their first meeting.
The deity Ming’an throwing sugar cubes into his teacup, and Su Ming’an rushing under the tree, wounded and having lost all his companions.
"Ka—cha!"
[Your Memory Clip "197 seconds and Death of Butterfly" has shattered.]
The deity Ming’an, dressed in a white robe, stared at the ripples in the red tea.
Shuttling through the two-dimensional text, visibly weary, as if he had read a six-million-word novel overnight, exhausted, body and soul spent.
Su Ming’an perceived his own state due to the confrontation with the deity Ming’an, his tree transformation progress increased quickly, becoming more adept at using text and books, and understanding the world system.
He must quickly kill the final obstacle now.
He raised the last few pieces of memory clips, including one —the highest-rated "Story To Be Continued."
This was a memory clip worth a score of 99 points, enough to drive most of Luowasha’s creators to scramble for it, heads bloodied.
But Su Ming’an raised it without hesitation, dropped it, smashed it.
"Ka—cha!"
The clip shattered.
Vivid and bizarre scenes appeared.
They stood between past stories.
"Destiny," "Reincarnation," "Pain," "Despair," "Gods," "Betrayal," "High Dimensions," "Bet," "Death," "Dream"...
Every word turned into tiny, bone-eating maggots, wound around the deity Ming’an’s body, gnawing at the boundary of divine power, emitting a subtle and tooth-grinding "shasha" sound, as if millions of bookworms were simultaneously eating ancient parchment scrolls.
It wasn’t physical harm, but conceptual erosion — trying to dismantle his divinity, degrade it into a word that could be interpreted and overwritten.
He swung a sword, severing a sentence "Intense pain came from Su Ming’an’s heart," then cut another "Su Ming’an painfully swallowed the sixteenth roseblood," and another "The Holy Sword pierced through Su Ming’an’s forehead," the pain concretized by words collapsed toward him. A giant word "Death" fell from above, blocked by his Divine Sword.
Amidst the deafening roar, the word "Death" shattered piece by piece, but the fragments didn’t vanish, instead twisting, elongating, turning into countless cold "Destiny," "Responsibility," "Death Rebound," "Prison"...
These cold, hard phrases wrapped around his limbs and sword edge, stabbing at his consciousness. Numerous related cold pasts carried by memory clips flooded into his mind instantly—
Because he was also him.
The pain he felt, he felt as well.
The painful memories he experienced, he also felt.
These emotional fragments captured accurately, refined, and infinitely magnified by words, shook his soul more than any physical attack. In his glorious golden eyes, the sting of "empathy" flashed— a weight from the "story" itself.
...Why are you in so much pain?
...Why do you let yourself suffer so?
It seemed as if countless invisible pen tips were greedily drawing on his divine power, preparing to also dismantle and reassemble him — once sitting under the World Tree drinking red tea, the supreme "audience" deity Ming’an — fully integrating, incorporating him into this narrative Chapter, becoming a defined, written character.
And at the center of all this violent chaos, at the absolute still point symbolized by the "period," Su Ming’an remained wordless.
His gaze deep, reflecting this literary purgatory he himself had crafted.
"...He felt as if he were a barge hauler on the Volga River painted in an oil painting, fingers barely breaking holding onto the pole, the heavy, stagnant, cloud-like boat his almost breaking body,"
"...One, two, four, eight, sixteen... quickly, illusion filled his ears, collapse sounded in his body, the pupils splintered at the edges, bleeds from seven orifices,"
"...He stood atop his own ’flesh mountain,’ hundreds of ever-regenerating arms, thighs, calves piled into a mountain, some stark white bones buried beneath flesh, some jutted from it, resembling a thorny grave covered with white roses."
——Su Ming’an spread his arms.
Calmly embracing these he had once experienced, vast as smoke, scalding, scorching, twitching, painful words.
Acceptance, inclusion, acknowledgment.
He was no observer.
He was that silent punctuation, the hardest rest.
He was the immovable core and anchor of all the text storm.
He was the protagonist unwaveringly enduring all this.
His silence was the eye of the storm’s suffocating tranquility, the cold and pure essence of "book" itself.
Scenes brought by memory clips advanced rapidly, their surroundings constantly changing. Northern glaciers, Disciple Game, Black Water Dream, Undead Territory... until finally.
"Da."
"Da."
The first and second footsteps sounded.
One black, one white, two figures.
Su Ming’an, and the deity Ming’an.
They retraced past paths, trekking hills, crossing waters, covered in scars, returning to the World Tree at the center of the battlefield.
Back to the very end.
Back to the world beneath the World Tree, with Noel, Dan Shuang, Xiber, Li Ming Yue, with the Star Destroyer Cannon and Ark.
The collision of words akin to emotional resonance, Su Ming’an was shrewd, he didn’t attack the deity Ming’an’s physical body, instead targeting his mental state. Because he knew precisely where his own weaknesses were, what kind of emotional resonance could most wound himself.
After all the resonances through texts and past, the deity Ming’an’s expression was exceedingly weary, unable to hide his pain.
Quietly, silently concealed within the torrent of texts, Su Ming’an’s right hand silently formed a sword of words, walking towards the deity Ming’an.
"...Cough!"
Suddenly, Su Ming’an spat blood.
Touching his face, he realized the mask was gone, his fingers touching a slick liquid, a kaleidoscope of colors.
Ah.
His face was gone.
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[Tree Transformation Progress: 80%]
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