[I am a god representing reincarnation and incompleteness.]

[I love you because I love the world.]

[That key is in front of that door.]

【If you turn around.】

【Please see me, hold me tightly, and believe me.】

[Time is short, time is instant.]

[A person who is delusional, I will let time stay for you.]

[——"Jiu Gods·Reincarnation Notes"]

...

"Cough, cough cough cough!"

A few resurgent coughs rang out.

Su Mingan, who had just opened his eyes, took a breath and sucked a smell of dust.

The air was filled with a dry feeling, as if it was sucking volcanic ash, and a dry grainy feeling drilled straight into his throat.

"Cough cough cough..." He coughed heavily, touched the hard bed board, lifted the thin quilt, and pulled out the system mirror.

It seems that this is still a world of playing. His appearance is not his own at this time, but he looks a little similar to him.

The person in the mirror has black hair and dark eyes, and his eyes are a little red due to the violent cough. He looks like a young man and looks very young, probably only twenty-five years old.

He wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes and noticed a name floating above his head.

If you look closely, it was exactly the three words "Su Ming'an". There is also a bracket behind it: (this name is only visible to players).

It seems that even in the role-playing world, other players will know which player this person is, and there will be no situation where players pretend to be NPC to deceive other players.

The barrage has already reported the time on time and is beginning to look forward to the situation in this world:

【Looks like a medieval background.】

[It's so dark outside the window, the brightness of the environment is not too high, and there seems to be something black floating in the air... Is it haze?]

[Su Mingan seems to possess a poor boy? It's really rare. Before, either he was a famous saint or a god in Yunshang City who had saved the world. I thought he would always follow this aristocratic tone.]

[Is it a plot of the down-and-out nobles turning around and slapping the face? I'm starting to look forward to...]

[But this time, there will be no more lady calling "There is no woman in this world who likes you more than me", and no one will call him "Rin". This time he woke up, and there is no one around him...]

[No one would call "captain" to the live broadcast room...]

[Hey, are you finished? Stop!]

【...】

"Cough cough! Cough cough..."

Su Mingan wiped his face.

He didn't expect that when he opened his eyes, he would have a violent cough. He couldn't stop until now, as if something was blocking his throat.

Seeing that the situation was getting worse and worse, he immediately unscrewed the mineral water in his backpack and quickly poured it down into his throat. After moistening the throat, he felt that the strange foreign body sensation in his throat disappeared a lot.

...Is he too breathing when he opened his eyes?

He stood up and walked along the sound of the crisp object falling to the ground when he opened his eyes.

Pushing open the door, he saw a rusty key lying on the stone steps in front of him.

It should have been the sound of falling to the ground just now by this key, and I don’t know who threw it here.

He did not rush to pick up the key, but looked up first and looked out the environment outside the door.

The first thing that caught my eye was a bright red figure.

It was a figure in a red robe, standing outside the door with his back to him.

The sky facing the man in red robe was not a normal night, but a strong sense of ominousness.

It seemed as if dark ink was applied on the sky, applying the originally silent color to varying depths, like some twisted living creature, struggling and rolling in the sky, making people feel a little disgusting.

Under the sky, the dark fluid material like a rugged rock piled up around like a hill, like solidified sludge, completely wrapping the world. Even the trees beside them were wrapped in dark black mist.

This is a forest-like area. However, the trees are all pure black in color, like sludge stained with dirt, and even the leaves are dead black, like dead cicada sheds, without any breath of life.

The house where Su Ming'an lives is a wooden house in the mountains. This black mud is like a large garbage dump, almost covering the wooden house.

It is past twelve o'clock in the morning, late at night, and the light at night is very bad. Only a black moon hangs in the sky, reflecting a little bit of light, which allows him to barely see the scene outside the wooden house.

"Cough, cough cough cough..." Su Mingan took another breath, was choked by the black particles in the air, and began to cough violently.

Judging from the current situation, the environment in this world is definitely not good. Not to mention the strange sludge covered with heaven and earth, even the air quality is like it is covered with haze, and it is still a visible black haze.

...It's like a "polluted" world.

He walked out of the room while coughing, and the wooden door made a "creaking" shaking sound, as if he was going to be inferred by this.

He raised his eyelids, and the thick sludge stained his vision. He took a step forward, as if he was struggling in a world made of black mud.

And in the darkness, the man in a blood-red robe in front of him was still motionless.

The vast, dark sky lay behind the man, and under the dark night like dense clouds, the figure looked thin and thin.

But the color on the man's body seemed extremely bright, like a ball of beating in the dark, bright fire stubbornly illuminating the most dazzling light in the dark.

The man in red robe just stood there quietly, and the floating particles around him could not get close to him, like a ball of flame that dispelled the haze, like a crumbling blood-red flag.

——It is like fighting silently with one person's strength.

Don't know what's going on.

It was obviously just a small figure.

When Su Mingan saw the other party standing under the rolling dark night, he felt that the other party was fighting against the whole world.

It’s like seeing the very epic oil painting engraved in Zhang Ying’s mind. It seems like people want to hold their breath unconsciously and don’t want to break this sense of art.

The particularly bright red color was quickly embossed in his eyes, like a fire burning violently in his eyes.

While approaching the man in red robe, Su Mingan heard the beginning of prompting the familiar world of the system.

[Welcome to the eighth world!]

【World Name: God Sacrifice】

[Basic mission of all players: Please do your best to live to the last moment of this world with your "guidor"!]

[Player's personal advanced tasks: (Decided based on the role played by the player, and is being issued...)]

【Perfect level: (It will be activated when the player lives to the "final link")]

...

"Dingdong!"

[The mission of the power: pretend to be a npc (boss rabbit), patrol the world's venue, current progress: 1/100]

[Task Reward: "Power in Power" identity advancement.]

[Punishment of Mission Failure: The identity of the "Power" has fallen back to the second level.]

...

At this time, Su Mingan observed through the small split screen that the boss rabbit turned into by Ying had begun to wander in the venue. There was an invisible barrier around Ying, which could help him separate the black fog floating in the air. Perhaps this was Ying's unique understanding of space abilities.

"Cough, cough cough..."

Su Mingan followed for a while and then quickly withdrew his attention. While coughing, he felt his temples pounding now, and he seemed to have some bad premonition.

He poured mineral water, rubbed his temples, stepped down the last stone steps, intending to say hello to the "guidor" standing in front of his house. If nothing unexpected happens, this person should be the guide he matched, and he doesn't know what abilities the other party has mastered.

He is ready. If the other party's ability is not particularly bad, he will not go back and re-select. After all, re-select is no different from blind selection, and maybe he will match a worse guide. The sequelae brought by repeated deaths are difficult to match with the gains.

He coughed violently, and after a few coughs, he felt that he finally coughed up the grainy feeling.

He learned from his mistakes and decided to avoid taking deep breaths or breathing rapidly in this world to avoid choking himself to death.

"Are you my guide...?" He spoke and walked towards the man in red robe.

However, as he took a step, he suddenly felt that his vision was wrong.

Often, his vision was green and blue on the left, with two strips representing health and blue strips representing mana. And now, he saw a shiny orange-red strip that was slowly emerging below the two strips.

"..." Su Mingan frowned, and his originally relaxed mood was instantly messed up.

...Why is it you again?

He really wanted to erase this disgusting orange-red strip that suddenly appeared.

At the same time, the system voice continued to broadcast ruthlessly in his ears:

[The eighth world contains san value (reason value) settings.]

[Please note: The san value is closely related to the player's mental state. Too high or too low will trigger different events, which will affect the final ending route of this world plot!]
To be continued...