First Player

Chapter 140: one hundred and thirty eight

   Chapter 140 Chapter 138 Awards Ceremony

  The moment before Yamada-machi was pulled into the world game, it was amazing.

  Because the time was suspended at the same moment, many players who were pulled into the game were still in some strange states.

   For example, just fell asleep, or just hit a car head-on, or just been sent to the operating table, waiting for an unknown fate...

   And Yamada Machi, just swallowed a bottle of sleeping pills.

  His life used to be an endless cycle, everything was gray—gray people, gray trees, gray houses, gray everything... He used to be an ordinary Fuso student, but he was different from ordinary people. Every night during his self-study, he was hot-headed, as if he was doing his homework but always wanted to flip the table over. He often wants to hit people, or he wants to pick up a pen and stab his rival in the eye, or suddenly throw people into a cement pot...

   But when he went back to the dormitory, he often regretted it. He said to himself that he couldn't think like this again tomorrow.

   The nights were often peaceful, and the quilt wrapped him securely, and the night under the quilt was his only refuge. He hid under the quilt, as if he had escaped the whole world. He closed his eyelids, as if he had gone to an ideal country.

   As usual the next day. The sky is white, the clouds are blue, and the world is gray.

   He has depression,

   Severe.

   A big boy likes women's clothing, and a man called a man's life is shy.

   He has a lot of things he can't say, and he doesn't dare let people discover his thoughts. He avoids his parents who are full of disappointment. He lives in a swing every day.

   When he got up in the morning and saw the river by the road, he wanted to plunge into it, for no reason.

   His pain permeated the peaceful night, so one night he chose to commit suicide.

"I was once swinging between life and death, and every time I thought about it, I thought that this world is so colorful...why should I leave." Yamada-cho stared at the bow in his hand: "So I have been lingering on, in such contradictions I lived for a year...until the end I couldn't take it any longer."

"Player number one." He stared at Su Ming'an, his eyes still dull: "We Fusang people have always been conflicted, and I can't control this conflict, which is why it is so painful. But you seem to be able to control yourself all the time. Good, I'm curious how you did it."

   Yamada Machiichi has been very silent.

   Whether as a boy or a girl, he was silent like dust in the corner, without the slightest sense of existence. He once thought that he was such a gray character that he gradually got used to it.

   But after he got here, his mind changed.

The person in front of    has the eyes of the whole world on him. The first player is the center of the stage, the existence in the brightest light, and the core of everyone's eyes at all times.

  …so Yamada felt strange.

   How could someone be able to stand up to so many people's attention and come to this point?

   So he took off the bow and revealed his secret in front of the world.

Is   Women's clothing a weird fetish? He didn't know, maybe in the eyes of adults. But he was so humble that he could compete with the strongest players in the world on the same stage, and he didn't want to be silent any longer.

"Are you here to discuss this with me?" Su Ming'an was surprised. Those who walked up to him before were either flattering friends or full of sharp hostility. It was the first time he met so peacefully and walked up to think. The person who "discussed" with him.

   Perhaps, because both parties have realized, the game is over.

   No surprises.

"I've seen your video, like me, of suicide." Yamada-cho said in a low voice, "I know the feeling... It's like being filled with molten iron and liquid nitrogen, and the stomach is like being torn apart. I exhaled hard, to no avail—the desperation was so clear, so clear that it made me even more desperate, and then desperately accepted."

   He suddenly raised his head, and on the feminine face under the makeup, a pair of godless eyes suddenly lit up: "...But you didn't seem to think so at the time, did you?"

   At the time of the first guild stage, the first player's eyes were full of hope and enthusiasm.

   burned the eyes of Yamada Machiichi, who was still watching the live broadcast at the time.

   He wanted to approach Su Mingan very early on, like approaching a shining sun, but he was not like Lu Shu, who wanted to be a fearless light chaser.

   He knew he was humble and timid, but he wanted to seek his "way".

   The word "Dao" is mysterious and mysterious in reality, and it is easy to make people laugh when you speak.

   But he felt that the person in front of him would never laugh at him.

  Su Ming'an didn't smile, he was silent.

   Yamada Machichi was full of expectations, and then got his answer.

   "It's about the reason why you didn't choose to continue living." Su Ming'an said: "Death is a very simple matter. If you choose to die just to escape, then I don't think I need to answer you."

   Yamada Machiichi's body trembled.

  Suicide plays a very important role in Fusang culture. The family of the 47 martyrs regard suicide as the highest honor. They have fulfilled their obligations and justice.

   And he? He chose to commit suicide, how is it different from those he despised? The same cowardice.

   Even if he survived and stood in front of the world, it was because the sudden start of the world game pulled him, not how strong his desire to survive was.

   Once there was only the word "death" hanging in front of his eyes for twenty-four hours, but now there is only this person watching him silently.

   "...I understand." Yamada-cho said, holding his samurai sword, the handle deflected.

  Su Mingan saw that the other party handed the hilt to his hand.

   "Excuse me," said Yamada-choichi.

  Su Mingan grabbed the handle of the knife.

  Perhaps the situation in front of him was settled, Yamada Machiichi didn't mean to resist much, he even handed the long sword to himself.

   But there is still a chance of survival. If he finds a way to kill Su Mingan, then find a way to endure it for another day, or kill Lu Shu, he will still be able to win.

   But Su Mingan saw it - this person in front of him seemed to take the outcome very lightly.

   But Yamada did not choose to find a corner to commit suicide, but handed the hilt to Su Mingan.

   "What do you want?" Su Mingan asked.

   Killing Yamada can upgrade his skills. He felt that Yamada Machi couldn't resist so much, maybe he wanted to make a deal with him.

   "I want to repay my kindness." Yamada Machichi replied succinctly.

   For him, perhaps this death will be more meaningful than any previous one.

   His male voice came out of the pansy-like Lolita costume, but it was neat.

  Su Ming'an doesn't ask any more questions, everyone has their own ideas and beliefs. He held the handle of the knife and stabbed it, hitting the key point without any hesitation.

  Yamadacho fell down, the bright blue Lolita dress was moisturizing in the dark night, he closed his eyes, like a sleeping girl.

  【Core skills have been upgraded. 】

  【You killed Yamada Machiichi, Exp+5000】

  Su Mingan points it to the shadow state and gets a new resistance resistance:

  【Space Resistance lv.4: You can be immune to any space imprisoning skills of creatures whose intelligence points are lower than 15*4% of yours. 】

   He stared at the 60% figure, and suddenly realized that if he added up Shadow's skill points, his resistance might become quite strong.

   The current shadow’s intelligence point is 94 points. If the conversion of the Aurora Ring is used, it will be 132 points, and 60% will be 79.2 points. At this stage, there are very few players with higher intelligence points.

   In other words, considering other resistances, the shadows at this stage are basically immune to these debuff control skills.

   If Edward and the others used props similar to space confinement, it would also be ineffective for themselves.

  Su Mingan probably thought about the direction of future development, and then heard the prompt from the system.

   "Ding dong!"

  【The werewolf players have all died, and the good guys have won the final victory. 】

  【Detecting player identity...】

   The next moment, he felt that his figure was gradually fading.

In front of   , the quiet town of Terry in the dark night, the ancestral hall that was burnt to darkness, the mayor's house with a small garden, the square where the gallows had been cleared in the distance... All of this was gradually moving away from him.

   The game is over.

He suddenly heard someone sighing in his ear. It was a woman's voice. He turned his head slightly and saw a woman who was shrouded in a shimmering purple veil, holding a crystal ball. Her moonlit eyes were filled with tranquility. stared at him.

   "Thank you, traveler from the outside world." She leaned forward and saluted: "Thank you, for us in Terry, we won the final victory of the camp - may the gods bless you."

   "Anna." Su Mingan called out the name of his leader.

   She has a soft smile on her face, and she smiles like a sky full of stars brewing.

  【Traveler No. 1, your identity is a prophet. 】

  【—Congratulations, you won the final victory in this peak matchup! 】

  …

  …

   The next moment, Su Mingan felt that there was a dazzling white light in front of him.

   He closed his eyes, and before he even opened his eyes, he heard the familiar and annoying voice:

   "Woohoo-! Welcome to our dear twelve contestants, welcome you, and officially return!"

   He opened his eyes, and the first thing he saw was a vast sea of ​​clouds... and a big rabbit floating over.

   It is still the same appearance, the scales on the chest are twisted and bent, and the blood-red eyes give an extremely uncomfortable nausea.

   He noticed that he seemed to be on a large platform in the sky, with a transparent platform under his feet, and he could see the endless sea of ​​clouds below.

   He saw many people standing beside him, and when he looked over again, as expected, there were eleven other participating players.

"Contestants at the top of the world, you have performed very well in this game - welcome twelve pro players to our awards ceremony -!" The boss rabbit still shouted happily, it seemed to be every hour Happy every moment.

  Su Mingan noticed that the popularity of the live broadcast room has undergone a large-scale change. The restrictions of the live broadcast room have disappeared. Players can freely travel between the live broadcast rooms and no longer need to be locked in the same person's live broadcast room-because there is no need to keep identities secret.

   This game where the top 12 players in the world compete at the top of the game has finally ended.

   He achieved the perfection of both faction and mission at the same time.

   He let out a sigh of relief and felt a rare relaxation. He finally turned his attention to the bullet screen. The content of the bullet screen was similar to what he thought:

  【The first player, the best in the world—!】

  【Ming An, always drop God—】

  【Forever Drop God +1】

  【Forever Drop God +2】

  【…】

  【+10086】

   [Trash Edward, Hua Fan is still laughing at it, still laughing at it? 】

   [Edward's old fighting strength is high and his mind is simple, this wave of rollovers is really miserable. 】

  【What's the use of holding high, the first player is right, not everything can be created by capitalists! Counterfeit goods are counterfeit goods after all. 】

   [Su Ming'an's wave is like opening the eyes of the sky, he really controls the whole situation woc...]

  [The forum analysis emperor has already started, so I won't be shy, I'll slip away first. 】

  【How is that girl Su Shi, I don’t seem to have heard any news about her…】

  【…】

  Su Mingan can probably guess what the World Forum is like now, how hard Edward and the others jumped before, and how badly they might fall now.

   No matter how much Edlang and the others have paid to guide public opinion, they have indeed lost their bets on this world competition. People only see who is number one, they don't see why the people below number one lose.

  Real strength is more important than anything else.

   Public opinion is not brainwashing, people can see the results.

   That's why he's been in no hurry to deal with those audiences.

  The barrage was full of joy, celebrating the countless points they wagered and won. The second is the blessing. The various congratulatory messages seem to have been written a long time ago, and they are sent out smoothly at this time. Then, there was a lot of stomping on the high and the low, and the barrages stood at the high position, criticizing the players who had shown hostility like Edward Mizushima, Chuan Qinglin Jiang, and others.

   "I-I killed you!"

   He suddenly heard a shout with a strong anger, and turned his head to see Mizushima Kawaharu, who was about to pounce with a desperate look on his face.

  ...By the way, this woman seems to care about her sister and said she wants revenge.

  Unfortunately, his skills are not as good as others.

  Su Ming'an looked at her motionless, and shifted his gaze slightly towards the boss rabbit.

   "Give me—stop!"

   The red light suddenly descended, instantly stabilizing the menacing Mizushima Chuanqing.

   Boss Rabbit jumped up in front of the twelve people and spread out his big fleshy hands: "It's award time now, don't fight, don't fight - especially, don't shoot at the first player we kiss!"

   Its words startled Su Mingan slightly.

   "Su Ming'an, if you dare to attack my elder sister, I will definitely kill you..."

   Mizushima Kawaharu's sharp voice was still ringing, but it was soon interrupted by a calm female voice.

   "Okay." Mizushima Kawakura closed his eyes: "We lost this game."

   "Sister, elder sister?" Mizushima Chuanqing paused. She opened her eyes, a little disbelieving.

   "Su Ming'an... I apologize for accusing you." Mizushima Chuankong said calmly:

  …

   "—There are a lot of people who want to find you. Let's talk after the awards are over."

   (end of this chapter)