Chapter 209 Chapter 206 · "Embrace the High Dimension, Human Beacon"

   "According to your arrangement, we are urgently adjusting your son's mental condition, but... it seems that there is no relief..." Facing the question of the middle-aged man, the researcher responded cautiously.

   "None of the other top-ranking players have this kind of situation." The middle-aged man sighed suddenly: "Why does my child become a lunatic after playing this game once..."

   "According to the research, players who have experienced the dungeon world have generally experienced a decline in their mental state. What's more, they are even accompanied by various mental illnesses." The researcher said:

"Related cases also appeared on the 69th player Larco on the ranking list. After experiencing the third world instance and being brutally tortured, after returning, he was in a trance, manic restless, and often depressed. He immediately Asked for help from the Psychological Department of the United Mission, was diagnosed with bipolar disorder, and accompanied by Stockholm Syndrome... Since then, it has never ended.

Elebella, who was once ranked 123rd in the ranking, suffered from Cotard's syndrome after the second world copy was broken by sulfuric acid and died. She claimed that her own lungs and stomach had been completely destroyed. She was rotten, even if she was shown her healthy body data, she thought she had already died of sulfuric acid in the Floating City of Daylight.

   At the same time, Iris, who failed in the previous world, also has a tendency to be mildly depressed, reluctant to show up and communicate with others...

   This kind of mental pressure is very common among top players.

  We surveyed the players who came to ask for help and found that they all have two qualities. The first is that he is emotionally paranoid, and it is easy to fall into misunderstandings. The second is that he died in a tragic state when he returned, and he has not yet recovered from the feeling of death...

  The stronger the player's ability, the easier it is to weaken the spirit. If there is no timely adjustment and treatment, this situation will continue.

   Previously, the department did not pay much attention to this aspect, and did not take relevant measures for psychological treatment. It was not until more and more players asked for help that we realized that death is not so simple for a human being.

   Each organization has decided to open a new psychological department to treat those players who have lost their will to fight and are on the verge of mental breakdown to help them continue to fight…”

"Okay, okay, I'm not interested in listening to this, it's unlucky, it's festering, and it's dying." The middle-aged man interrupted him and waved his hand with a painful expression: "I just want my son to come over normally, don't do it. Let him go crazy like this again, please try your best to save my son."

   "We will do our best." The researcher nodded immediately.

   At this moment, there was a sound of footsteps at the door, and a young woman walked in.

   The woman approached the middle-aged man.

   "Mizushima Kawaharu still hasn't returned." The woman said: "There is a lot of trouble on Komu's side. Their heir Mizushima Kawakura seems to be about to have a problem."

The middle-aged man said: "There is one less Mizushima Chuanqing, don't worry about it - before the greater interests, this is nothing at all, this prosperous world needs us to unite, and what the alliance needs, in addition to reliable allies, there are also suitable piece."

  The woman was silent.

  Even after becoming a dead player before, she accompanied the middle-aged people to various secret meetings, and witnessed their heated discussions at the meeting table with her own eyes. After the mechanism of casual players was gradually improved, this group of people resumed their old business, using their personal connections to pull up a network of earning points and reap more benefits...

   In the words of middle-aged people, it is "adventure players are just pawns to earn points for them, and they are charge horns".

   And they are the ones who retreat behind the scenes, and they are the key hands to control everything.

   After all... Adventure players walk on the edge of the blade and may lose everything at any time due to a copy. But these casual players who have mastered it can continue to accumulate capital, and they don't have to be afraid of losing everything in one step.

  They are safe.

   To them, these hard-earned adventure players are nothing more than brick movers working on the line of life and death.

   When everyone is still arguing about who is the strongest adventure player and who can lead the world, these casual players with tens of thousands of points in their hands are already much stronger than those who are on the line of life and death.

  When the progress bar appears and the future of mankind is bright, this group of people is more obsessed with tightening their money bags.

   "Irande has written the strategy?" the man said.

   "Well, it's written, and His Royal Highness Edward has read it. Aiden seems to be very interested in it, and we gave him a copy."

"Give it, one more person, and one more hope." The man looked at his son who was howling tragically in front of him, and said in a flat tone: "As long as they don't suddenly become madmen and slow down the progress of the world, everything will be fine. Good to say..."

  …

   On the screen, the issue of the joint group is still going on, and the current issue is still maintained at: [Why does the organizer hold such a game? ] above.

   "I won't be Wang Xingxing." Su Ming'an said: "Neither will you. Judging from the current situation, our future is very optimistic."

   "...Is that so?" Noel smiled, as if he wanted to say something, but suddenly turned his gaze away.

  Su Mingan also tilted his head at the same moment, his eyes fixed on the screen.

   What caught their attention was a shift in the live room footage.

   Wearing a white suit, he was standing like the focal point of the light.

   In front of him, the green button representing "Unlimited Voice" was shining.

   "I think it's a game." Ming said with a smile: "A dangerous and desirable dimensional game that stakes the fate of a civilization."

   The barrage surged like crazy:

  【He spoke! He can actually talk! 】

  【I thought he was going to sit still until the end, but I didn’t expect him to start! 】

  【Come, come after all...】

  【Is it "desirable"? So the first player is... agreeing that the world game is a human opportunity? 】

  【The top players are a bunch of lunatics. It is normal for them to like this kind of game. Only lunatics can resonate with the organizers like lunatics! 】

On the    screen, someone stood up and seemed to refute Ming's point.

  The camera shifted slightly, and fixed on the woman who was holding the black knife. Her jet-black hair was flowing behind her like a waterfall, and the hibiscus kimono embroidered with pink cherry blossoms showed her soft body lines.

   "Do you think this is a game?" Mizushima Chuanku said, "How can there be a game that costs the life and death of human beings and the fate of civilization?"

   Facing the knife-like questioning of Mizushima Kawasora, Ming smiled lightly.

"I remember my point of view, which was clearly expressed at the opening ceremony." He said: "Since you can't resist, then do your best in the circle drawn by the organizer. Look at a fate mechanism that makes us desperate. Making a game, a little bit through motivating tasks, in exchange for points, in exchange for moving up the ladder, and players always have endless possibilities - isn't this the best way to motivate?"

   "You know something, right." Mizushima Kawasora clenched the black knife, his blue veins exposed: "About observers, hunters, snipers...About those, people who are independent of the player's identity."

  Ming smiled and looked at her like a gentleman Granny who was patiently waiting for a lady to speak.

   Everyone watched the confrontation between the two, and countless eyes gathered here, and no one clicked the button to interrupt the conversation.

   They are also looking forward to what kind of thoughts these two people, who have always been silent, can collide.

"Those who became special identities and gave up their player status never came back after a dungeon ended, and were [assimilated] by the game." Mizushima Chuankong looked at him, his always resolute eyes trembling slightly at this time: "Can they come back? After the world game is over, can they still..."

   "Boom."

   Wilson tapped the gavel:

   "Ms. Mizushimagawa, your remarks have nothing to do with the current issue. If you want to discuss [the impact of special status on the world game], please discuss it in our fourteenth issue later."

   "I just wanted to ask a question temporarily." Mizushima Kawasora said.

   In the vacant seat beside her, a bouquet of bright red roses lay quietly.

   "After you killed Mizushima Chuanqing." Mizushima Chuankong looked at Ming: "She never returned to the main **** space, do you know where she went?"

  …

  Noel withdrew his gaze.

   "Boring question." He said: "Things that can be figured out with a little brainstorming. Ah, this woman is wasting our time on this occasion, how boring..."

"Mizushima Chuanqing has become an observer." Su Ming'an said: "I have read people's summaries on the forum. If you die in the world copy and don't return in time, you may have obtained the conditions for becoming a special status. Look. Same goes for Mizushima Kawaharu—she really wants to help her sister in this way."

   He remembered the appearance of Mizushima Kawaharu in the Fifth World.

   In front of her, she bowed her head, knelt on her knees, begged for mercy in front of the whole world, shouted sorry, stepped on the face in the mud, and everyone laughed at her.

   Under the pressure of Hui Shuhang, she died as light as a feather.

   And before that, she put down all her dignity, from a willful and proud eldest lady, to a **** of an aristocratic family who sold her body.

  ... Maybe after that, she decided to use another way, not as a player, to find a way that suits her.

   "Well." Noel nodded: "It has nothing to do with us anyway."

   He stretched out his hand, simple and straightforward.

   "Now, Su Ming'an, I sincerely invite you to cooperate with me." He said:

   "You are the first player, the hope of mankind.

   This world game does not bring about a crisis, but a time of evolution.

  Evolve suitable people and let them embrace higher dimensions. Weed out the unsuitable and let them self-destruct.

  I hope you stand to the end, for this I can provide you with all support, including props, public opinion, and information before the start of the world copy.

   And there is only one obligation you need to perform—”

   A touch of pure comfort bloomed in Nuoer's eyes.

   "It's about embracing higher dimensions," he said.

  Su Ming'an's eyes shifted slightly.

  Noel continued:

   "The Human Self-Saving Conference is pointless—you think so too, don't you? Otherwise, you wouldn't let your clones go to the amusement park yourself and me.

  Humanity is about to be destroyed, and our future is bleak.

   Even if we jump out of this game, what awaits us is still endless reincarnation. "

   "Hold my hand and join the new world." Noel stretched out his hand and spread his five fingers, waiting for him to hold it: "We share the [special identity given by the organizer], and we are all the most suitable beings for evolution.

   Forget about that rough human self-rescue organization of the Union. Even at this juncture, they still can't see reality clearly, and they still want to fight to the death for that little bit of power.

   The pattern is released, and the vision is enlarged.

  I have an opportunity for you to evolve.

  We—" Noel smiled, and there was a clear light in his eyes:

   "—has an extremely grand [New World]."

  Su Mingan tilted his head.

   He didn't answer Noel's question directly, and then looked out the window.

   "- guess what I saw?" he said softly.

  Noel was stunned for a moment and looked out the window.

  Through a thin piece of glass, his eyes touched a bleak sky.

   A ray of sky light, like a light band of light, spreads down.

   That was the last ray of light in the sunset, and at this time it gradually shifted as the Ferris wheel moved.

   The first player sitting on the opposite side was bathed in a blood-like glow, like a still color photo.

   A sloping strip of light slowly faded away.

  The Ferris wheel, turned to the highest point.

   (end of this chapter)