Apart from Mo Ren's enemy, the special group did not notice anything obvious.

Originally, GM had a weak sense of existence. They could still vaguely remember that there was a special consultant named "GM" in the group, but they forgot what they looked like. Under the influence of "correction", everyone naturally explained this "weirdness" with "GM's special ability".

They reasonably suspect that GM is the "first" apostle.

At least they misunderstand so now.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Yi Lin devoted herself to retreat and spent two months on the top of the snow-capped mountain to understand the true meaning of "sense of existence".

"Does my existence be 'fade' from human memory?"

Two months later.

Yi Lin stepped out of the cave of Mount Everest. He turned around and looked at the residence behind him, subconsciously rubbed the [Xia Xue’s Heart] on his chest, and a faint sadness arose in his heart.

Time is a terrible force.

It can influence everything subtly, including memory.

Yi Lin narrowed her eyes and looked straight at the sun.

The sun was a little dazzling, and Yi Lin waved his hand to the sky. In an instant, the brightness of the sun dimmed a little.

"This is nothing more than a huge light and heat source."

Yi Lin nodded to the right light, expressing satisfaction. He drew a circle with his right hand and drew a portal and stepped into it.

As Yi Lin moved, a layer of faint light was shrouded in the surface of his body. Every time he took a step, there was a stream of data intertwined by "10" behind him, which turned into dust and dissipated in the flying snow.

At this time, "Yirin" had moved into Qingcheng, entered Qingcheng High School, and purchased a bunch of dummies, and began to work silently to "kill Xiao Yang". Every time Yilin thinks of this, she will involuntarily observe a few seconds of silence for Xiao Yang. The meaning of his existence is like an indispensable "gear" in the course of history. Xiao Yang has become a part of history. No matter how many cycles it is, his survival is meaningless. Instead, "Xiao Yang's death" can promote history. What a irony.

No, Xiao Yang is no longer a simple "person", but a blessing, a totem, and a concept. Xiao Yang deserves to be sublimated.

Thank you for your hard work, old classmate.

In the apartment of the past, "Yirin" was practicing throat cutting meticulously. He was like a tireless robot, counting silently again and again, only practicing 50 times a day, not more every time, not many at a time, not many at a time.

Yi Lin opened the diary and began to record. While he was writing an observation log for "himself", Xiaoxi appeared behind him and yawned a big yawn: "Hug."

Daily hugs, hold them high, and then hold them high.

Our goddess lay back in her mother's arms with satisfaction: "What's the feeling of looking at her former self?"

"Mood?" Yi Lin pondered for a moment, then asked back with a little puzzled look: "Is it very important?"

Xiaoxi opened her pink and tender mouth and opened it into a round "O" shape. She stayed for a moment, then shook her head: "It doesn't matter."

Yi Lin continued to lower her head and write a log. While writing, Yi Lin remembered something: "How much has your strength recovered now?"

"15.4%." Xiaoxi accurately reported a number: "But I can't interfere."

"I know, just ask." Yi Lin nodded calmly. He had no hope for Xiao Xi. If Xiao Xi could end up at will, the table would definitely be overturned, which was obviously not in line with the next "history". Over the years, Yi Lin has been constantly updating his information, trying to deduce a "bright" future based on the history he knew, but he had no choice but to find that he could not deduce it, because this closed loop has not been broken for a day, and the interference of correction and distortion on the world will not stop.

Xiaoxi watched Yi Lin, who was becoming more and more calm, bit her lip. Although this result was something she was happy to see, when Yi Lin really started to walk towards that road, Xiaoxi couldn't help but feel heartbroken for Yi Lin. He was carrying too many things and too heavy.

But Xiaoxi shook her head and quickly put aside her meaningless thoughts. God's mind and strength are closely related to the degree of recovery. Xiaoxi's current divine nature is more "innocent" and is looking back, and cannot be compared with the "Young Woman Xi" back then.

"By the way, I'm very curious, what kind of existence is Meilin?" Yi Lin wrote, remembering the great sage of Meilin who was wandering in the sea, and asked casually.

Since sealing the "Eye of Insight" of the inspector, Xiaoxi has fallen into an unprecedented state of weakness. She is dozing off or asking for a hug. It is rare that Xiaoxi wakes up today, and Yi Lin has questions quickly asked wherever she has questions.

"I did not find any record of 'Merlin' in your [Sailing Log]."

"Of course, I deleted it." Xiaoxi said with confidence.

"Hmm? But others are still there."

"You read my navigation log and you should know what a 'saint' is."

"There are too many data, and I didn't have time to interpret them one by one. But I can probably understand that the 'saint' is similar to the 'mo man-enemy'. In a certain artifact, the 'saint' is a person who is enough to form the 'key support point', and can also be understood as the 'protagonist of the world'. Merlin is?"

"Yes, not." Xiaoxi spread his hands: "The guy named 'Melin' was a 'god creation' in the early settings. I spent a lot of resources and called the sealed 'Uruk' and 'Atlantis' technologies. I also secretly borrowed a little bit of 'Ancient Blood' bloodline next door and created the 'saint'. Unfortunately, the final result proved useless."

Yi Lin narrowed her eyes: "Borrow?"

Xiaoxi raised her chest and said with confidence: "Borrow!"

"But why kept it?"

"That's something that took a lot of resources to create, don't waste it."

"I understand."

"Sethia von Einzbelen, Merlin, Yan Feng is just, they will create your 'death' together..." Xiaoxi said, and began to get sleepy: "You gradually began to understand the 'administrator''' responsibilities. But..."

Xiaoxi closed her eyes.

"But what?"

"Yeah, nothing." Xiaoxi shook her head.

"You've got your old habit again?"

"No, really not." Xiaoxi shook her head vigorously.

Of course, Yi Lin was used to it, and was not really angry. He just complained a little. He smiled slightly: "Progress is always accompanied by sacrifice...necessary sacrifice."

Xiaoxi: "For victory."

Yilin: "For victory."

...

Yi Lin stayed away from the special group, stayed away from Moren, stayed away from Molly, and stayed away from the capital.

He knew very well that the seemingly peaceful world was undercurrent behind his back.

Connor is far away on the other side of the sea.

The leader Gu Tianqing lurking in the dark.

Mirien of the West.

There is also the famine knight Lao Hei who is faintly black on the barren land.

Through his own administrator methods, Yi Lin can observe their actions from the side. Everything they do now is helplessly following the trajectory of history, and in this closed loop, he strives to play the role of "destined".

The world is a closed loop.

He will become an administrator and secretly interfere with "Yirin". "Yirin" will follow his former footsteps to "death", become the struggling "dead" in hell, climb over the sea of ​​corpses and blood, and return again. Then, become an administrator again.

No matter how this closed loop was born, the moment this became a closed loop means that there is no hope here.

Xiaoxi said that this time, unlike the other nine times, she made Yi Lin fall in love with a woman named "Xia Ruxue".

Will this seemingly insignificant change break this desperate closed loop?

Yi Lin closed his eyes and saw the world. It seemed like there was a fire in his heart, a silent anger. He longed to burn everything, burn it all...they.

"Yes, Xia Ruxue."

...

Three years later.

July 8, 2121.

It was raining heavily that day.

In the heavy rain, "Yirin" put on a raincoat, held a dagger and sneaked into Xiao Yang's home.

Xiao Yang was summoned and came out alive from the trial of preparing the apostles.

"I spent 832 days to become a good friend in the eyes of your classmates..."

"Yirin" looked at the corpse lying in front of him and said the numbers in his memory in a stern manner.

Administrator Yi Lin was silently observing "I was many years ago".

He finally understood that his obsessive-compulsive disorder, which was sensitive to numbers, was not a disease. "Yirin" was born from the data in countless running times in the Paradise. At the moment of his birth, the world had "distortion" and "correction". Now Yiren is like he has just gradually changed from a "machine" to a "human". He has the memories generated by "distortion", but he has no "human nature".

Yi Lin touched her chin and fell into deep thought: "When did I start and gradually become like a human being?"

"Yirin" took away the Apostle ID and disappeared from the spot, and he entered the inner world.

...

【July 8, 2121】

"I" became an apostle.

ID:1010.

It seems like a arranged number.

I watched myself and once again cut Xiao Yang, my heart was as calm as water.

Maybe this scene is too familiar, I don't feel anything.

In the past three years, I have been observing "me".

Xiaoxi often sleeps, and every time she wakes up, she wants to speak but stops.

I know what she is worried about.

From her [Sailing Log], I can see that she wants me to be a "real" person.

But,

Maybe,

In the end, I will let her down.

Because, I know one thing very well.

In the process of constantly building the infinite throne, my "divineness" has awakened.

sorry.
Chapter completed!