Chapter 744: Why Can't It Be Me? Iron‑Hearted!

Good!

Huang Hua clapped his hands, his brows dancing, and said, "Since Su Xiong has such daring and ambition, then Huang Hua will risk his life to accompany the gentleman, and fight you and the Old Era Remnant Faction in a bout!"

Come, replace wine with tea, let's do one!

Su Yang smiled, clinked cups with him, and the two drank together.

Yin Yun and Zhuge Chen watched from the side, bewildered, and seriously doubted the two's mental state.

The Old Era is go‑if‑you‑wish?

Take Su Yang, the wandering fragrant glutton, as an example—must he be devoured the moment he steps through a house's gate?

And moreover…

What identity does one assume when participating in the game?

Ascend God Seed?

Dependents?

Or—Free Person?

Thinking of this, Yin Yun was just about to ask, when she saw Su Yang stand up to bid farewell.

"It's getting late, let's stop the tea here; Zhuge Chen stay here, and at this time tomorrow I will personally come to fetch him."

Huang Hua gave a smile, "I was originally worried that twenty‑four hours wouldn't be enough, but not long ago I saw Zhuge Chen's ability with my own eyes, so it seems I overthought it."

"Each takes what they need; this deal matches each's wishes, and is fair," Su Yang said.

"Take care, no escort," Huang Hua stood and said.

Su Yang glanced at Zhu Gen Chen, then turned and opened the door to leave.

Yin Yun, seeing that, tossed out, "I'll see him off," and hurried after him.

In the early morning, the living room was pitch‑black and empty; the Dependents had already returned to their rooms.

Each Villa's layout was almost identical, and Su Yang, guided by memory, fumbled for the wall switch.

Snap!

The foyer and courtyard lights turned on, illuminating an area.

Just as he stepped out the main gate, a shout came from behind.

"Su Yang, wait a moment!"

Turning his head, he saw Yin Yun hurrying out in a panic.

Su Yang's steps halted, and he cast a puzzled look.

Yin Yun lifted her gaze toward the Second Floor, gently nudged his back, "Let's go out and talk."

Walls have ears?

From the corner of his eye, Su Yang noticed that the Second Floor seemed to have a pair of eyes staring straight at that direction.

A brief recollection showed a resemblance to the freckled boy in his memory.

"That kid is so nosy?" Su Yang thought it amusing.

Thus it seems he is twelve‑fold curious about him.

He even kept watch until two or three o'clock.

After arriving in the courtyard, Yin Yun crossed her arms, the sound of waves reached her ears, and the salty sea breeze brushed her lips, bringing a briny taste.

"What's wrong?" Su Yang asked.

"You really intend to take?" Yin Yun turned, a pair of eyes reflecting the moon, glittering.

"Hmm, this is my only chance." Su Yang gave a slight nod.

"But how will you go to the Old Era? That itself is a false proposition!" Yin Yun furrowed her brows.

"Didn't Huang Hua say that after the Twelfth Death Game ends, a new chapter begins, and then the Era Barrier will be broken, so crossing the Sea Area poses no difficulty?" Su Yang said.

"No one can predict the future; Huang Hua also said he can't help you on this matter, do you think you can cross this Sea Area with a single ship?" Yin Yun said gravely.

Su Yang could tell that she was doing it for his own good.

Although after arriving at the Island his interactions with Yin Yun were few, Su Yang's friendship with her ranked only below Lin Yang and Qin Weiyang.

The word 'friend' is extremely precious; Su Yang will not be stingy with his goodwill, nor will he feign delicate pretentiousness.

Facing her concern, a warm current flowed through his heart.

"I know what you're worried about; don't worry, I have a way." Su Yang's mouth twitched upward.

"It's always like this; whenever I want to know the answer, you think of brushing it off." Yin Yun blinked, feigning displeasure.

"We're newbies, often powerless; if everyone only looks out for themselves, who will guard the New Era?" Su Yang said.

"I know you're not one to seek the spotlight, but sometimes please consider yourself, okay?" Yin Yun said.

"I'm not a saint, nor do I take saving the world as my duty; everything I do is for myself and the friends around me."

"But one thing… the Era has planted a Seal Mark on us; once we lose it, we will completely lose freedom."

"Such matters will eventually need someone to act; why can't it be me?" Su Yang said leisurely.

Yin Yun saw Su Yang's slightly melancholy eyes and couldn't help feeling both pity and blame.

He bears too much on his back.

While others scheme to climb, he has already set his sights on a broader world.

A considerable portion of the Ascend God Seed is Defection.

The conduct is extremely detestable.

Facing this situation, Su Yang still chooses this way.

He repeatedly says it's for his friends, yet his actions are not so.

The rescue's…

It has always been all the players of this era!

The so‑called Shortcut is just a different wording.

Throughout history, how many saviors have had a good ending?

Even if one luckily survives, the ending is still unbearably tragic.

From a friend's perspective, she does not want Su Yang to take the risk.

From a New Era Player's perspective, yet still harbors a hope of luck.

Who wouldn't want to gaze upon the Golden Throne's brilliance?

"Have you ever thought that if you lose, Lin Yang and Wei Yang will both get entangled? Have you asked them?" Yin Yun intends to change the line of reasoning to admonish.

Su Yang's eyes flickered, after pondering for a moment he cast his gaze forward and said, "They have never been the type to cling to life and fear death; if one day I have to journey far away, I will take them with me."

What?

Yin Yun at one point thought she had misheard, but seeing Su Yang's serious Divine expression, she was startled.

"Are you saying... you want to take them together to the Old Era?"

"Of course, I need them, and they need me." Su Yang nodded.

"What about the others?"

"Sheng Ge?"

"Mm."

"They..." Su Yang looked up at the star‑filled sky, his gaze fixed on the golden Light Pillar in the distance.

"Stay here then; I will do everything I can to guarantee their evolution."

"Will they agree?" Yin Yun asked.

"I don't know; if no one agrees, I'll go alone." Su Yang said softly.

"Just go back and ask?"

"No, wait until this Death Game ends before we talk about it."

"You..."

"Alright, let's not talk about this; if we keep chatting, dawn will break." Su Yang waved his hand and turned away.

Yin Yun stared at his slightly thin silhouette; under the dim streetlamp it looked especially desolate and lonely.

Faintly, she seemed to see the mountains borne on Su Yang's Shoulder, a pressure that could crush anyone's breath.

"Spleen still as always hard." Yin Yun shook her head helplessly.

Mouth says it's for Golden Throne.

But in fact every sentence reveals a longing for the era they are in.

In the end, he still cannot be like other people—

Iron‑stone heart!