First Player

Chapter 260: two hundred and fifty seven

  Chapter 260 Chapter 257·BE10·Falling (Reader 20210319, Leader Plus 55)

  【People are just used to, from not thinking to become blind obedience. 】

  【When a group is working hard in one direction, those who turn around or turn around and leave will become aliens. 】

  【They are like dead seedlings looking down for a little space to survive, like fish in stagnant water thirsting for the last bit of air. 】

   [They desire order, correct others, heal themselves, correct rebellion, remove ignorance, but actively wander, reject alienation, desire reason, and are prone to madness. 】

  【—They finally cast their dream paradise into an endless hell. 】

  【And in this era of invisible light, someone took the initiative to sink into the drowsy rain. 】

  …

  Su Ming'an trickled through the heavy rain.

   Drum-like rain poured into his ears, and the water in the pits swept over his calves.

  Beside the tree, fell down like a young man who was sleeping in the past. The young man leaned against the trunk, closed his eyelids, and held a big sword that was also like a sleeping past. His expression was very peaceful.

  Su Mingan retracted his gaze.

   Heavy rain was on his shoulders, and it was slowly solidifying with his movements.

  Crystal waves lit up around him.

   He stared at Mizushima Chuanqing, his eyes as still as dead water.

   "—I, I refuse your invitation!" Mizushima Chuanqing said immediately.

   She has been observing Su Ming'an all the way, and naturally discovered his tower invitation skills. She knows that as long as she refuses, the invitation will be invalid for herself, and it will not create a barrier to the outside world.

  Su Ming'an's expression did not move.

   In his equipment slot, the azure blue skills flashed brilliantly.

Special skill [Invitation to the Tower]: You can select a player or NPC and initiate a verbal invitation to them. If the other party agrees (any recognition in terms of words or actions is regarded as "agreement"), it will initiate a verbal invitation to the other party. A three-minute solo duel, unaffected by other interference.

  Special Skill【Tower Duel】(Unlocked): When selecting a player or NPC, the other party’s consent is not required.

  …

   The next moment, a transparent barrier rose from the ground, completely covering the world.

   Mizushima Chuanqing was stunned.

  …I clearly refused, this is…

   "Boom!"

   In the next moment, the air that was shaking violently surrounded her.

   As if countless hands were pulling her body, the surrounding raindrops were violently shattered.

   Those from all over the world were tearing at her with great strength, almost tearing her thin body to shreds.

  【HP-1248! (Critical attack! Combat power suppression! Spiritual suppression! Victims are exempted from damage!)]

   "hiss..."

   Her expression was instantly painful, and twisting ripples flowed all over her body.

   She felt like her chest cavity was about to boil, although there was no blood, she felt like the bones in her whole body were about to shatter.

  …If it wasn't for the damage reduction bonus of the special status of [Victim], this blow would have killed her.

   She endured the pain, gritted her teeth, and immediately stretched out her hand, a golden light flashed like a star.

  [You have activated (victims) active skill: Invincible Mask (limited to once per instance, lasts ten seconds, during which time you cannot actively attack.)]

As soon as the mask came out, the pressure instantly decreased, and she immediately said, "—Su Ming'an! Don't you care about Dong Xue's life or death?? Don't forget, her life is still in my hands!"

  Su Ming'an never looked back, his eyes were quiet.

   He knew what the winter snow was like behind him.

   But he couldn't save her.

   Even if the barrier of the tower's invitation is raised now, blocking the connection between Mizushima Chuanharu and the ruby ​​pendant, he can't save her.

   Mizushima Chuanqing has been lurking here for so many years, and he must do things to the extreme. Once the red light of the gemstone pendant lights up, there will be no chance of reversal. She is not the big villain BOSS who is crazy to give opportunities in the story. At this time, he has to test his determination. Her purpose is to let him fail here, crazy.

   Therefore, no matter what he does now, he cannot stop Dongxue's death.

   Mizushima Chuanqing said such words, just to give him the last despair and make him think that Dongxue can still be saved.

   This kind of psychological torture, giving people hope and driving people into despair, he has seen too many.

   "The pendant is a timed explosion." Su Ming'an said in a very calm tone: "Even if I kill you here now, Dongxue will still die."

   Mizushimagawa had a smile on his face.

   She raised her hand, her fingers fell uncontrollably, and her wrist was a little out of control—this was the damage left by the space vibration just now.

   But her smile remained, and even grew bigger: "...very smart."

   She said with some regret: "...I'm also going to make you kneel in front of the whole world and beg me - just like what I experienced in the fifth world."

   "You could have had the opportunity not to kneel." Su Mingan said.

   If Mizushimagawa Haru could communicate with him on an equal footing and negotiate the exchange of interests, instead of kneeling down, crying bitterly and begging for mercy, and dedicating himself, he would not have reached that point.

  …Some people can’t be pulled back.

   They themselves are used to surviving on the edge of a cliff, which has become their comfort zone.

   He had no idea of ​​reasoning with Mizushima Chuanharu.

   Although Mizushima Chuanharu is stupid, she is not someone who can't see the form. She must know the importance of his position to human beings.

   But she still chose to attack herself.

   Therefore, he can speculate that this kind of behavior should be related to her vital interests...and her special identity.

   It is precisely because of this personal interest that, in her eyes, the future is more important than the future of all mankind, that she will recklessly take action against herself and endure huge public pressure.

  According to the words in the damage bar just now, [Victims] should be the special status that Mizushima Kawaharu now has, which is a half-NPC half-player status. Maybe her mission is something like that - by killing herself, she can fully regain her player status, or get some extremely precious hidden reward, such a mission.

   Therefore, persuasion is meaningless.

   Leaderboards, special identities, various guild organizations... Human beings are checked and balanced, differentiated, and graded in such a world, turning them into isolated islands.

   The probability of selection is one in seven, so that they can't find their former companions, and can only start over with distrust of each other behind their backs.

  In such an isolated world, people fight their own way and cannot tell the truth.

   They are powerless against the organizers.

   Therefore, unwilling to be lonely, they will be accustomed to confine their eyes to their surroundings.

  ...Su Mingan expected Mizushima Chuanqing's choice.

   The overwhelming rain was blocked by the barrier of the tower's invitation.

  In the dry barrier, everything seems quiet.

   "Su Ming'an, don't you have anything to say?"

  Under the arc-shaped golden mask, Mizushima Kawaharu suddenly made a sound.

  Su Mingan raised his head dully.

   "...I won, this time." Mizushima Kawaharu said.

   She did win.

   Even if it is less than ten seconds, the invincibility mask will disappear and she will be killed. But Dong Xue's pendant has been set by her early, and it will explode if it is forcibly removed, and it will explode within two minutes.

  When the time comes, even if she dies, as long as Dongxue dies, her mission will be completed.

   She can get rewarded evolution opportunities for this…

   She recalled the rewards and conditions of the mission, felt the passage of time every second, and felt happy when she saw the gloomy rainy days outside.

  Suddenly, she heard the voice of the opposite.

   "...You won." Su Ming'an looked at her: "Humanity lost."

   "...?" Mizushima Chuanqing was stunned.

  …what is it?

   "What did you lose, why, do you think you can represent human beings?" She spoke sarcastically, but suddenly met the other's eyes.

   She couldn't describe the eyes she saw at this time.

   Like the sea water irrigating her consciousness, she saw the dead silence in the man's eyes through a somewhat hazy vision, as if she saw the falling sunlight.

  …like dying in a desperate dream.

   Mizushima Kawaharu suddenly felt that things were a little unexpected to her.

   Obviously it was a very outrageous voice, but she could hear a hint of sadness, as if the man was sighing at her.

The    vibration sounded at this moment without warning.

   The vision in front of her was instantly reversed, and the sensations in all parts of her body disappeared immediately after the severe pain.

  ...The moment the invincible mask disappeared, the opponent shot without hesitation.

   didn't give her a chance to speak more.

   Bright red numbers, beating before her dark vision.

  【HP-1023! (Combat power suppression! Finishing technique! Fatal injury!)]

   With her torn pupils open and her mouth open, she looked at the world that was gradually torn apart...and the sky that was gradually turning upside down in the heavy rain.

   The familiar darkness enveloped her once again, like a swallow returning to her nest.

  …

  【Number of survivors: 3】

  …

  Su Mingan withdrew his hand.

  The isolation mask of the invitation slowly lowered, and the halo spread out like scattered glass fragments.

   He stood in the shattered brilliance and turned around.

  … Mizushima Chuanharu calculated everything.

   She had been dormant for so many years, trying to find a way to make Dongxue wear a ruby ​​pendant, and made a last move.

   Mizushima Kawaharu in such a world, disguised as a harmless little girl, waiting for him to come.

   She did not go crazy in the brutal electrocution, nor did she die from the persecution of Teacher Baisha. After his arrival, she even made him unconscious of the shadow, and she seized the best opportunity in practice to achieve this point.

   Her vision is indeed short-sighted, and she only has personal interests in her eyes and cannot think too much. He really couldn't be trusted and couldn't be the target of her hopes.

  … But there is no denying that she is an extremely good tasker - her purpose has been successful.

   That gem necklace kept flashing, and his san value was steadily decreasing.

   is beyond control and cannot be avoided.

   She was using every means to drive him crazy.

   His eyes dropped.

   The black-haired girl who was lying on the ground, holding the gemstone pendant tightly in one hand, with tears in her eyes.

   "...Yangxia." She called softly.

   "Su Mingan." Su Mingan corrected.

   "...Okay." Dong Xue stood up with difficulty, stretched out her hand, and seemed to want to hold his hand: "...Su Ming'an."

  Su Mingan crouched down.

  Rain dripped down his black hair slowly, and he remained expressionless.

"...No matter who you are." Dong Xue's hand, slowly and slowly, pressed against his cheek, wiped the rain off his face, and said with difficulty: "...Thank you, thank you for saving me. "

  Her fingers were very icy, and the rain was also very icy. After scraping her cheeks, the new rain came up again, and a coldness ran down her hand, almost penetrating into his bone marrow.

   "...Sorry." Dongxue whimpered: "...It's raining too much."

  Su Mingan raised his head.

  The rainwater flowed down his cheeks, and some fell into his eyes. At this time, the blood-red vision was blurred.

   The status bar in the upper left corner has started to alarm, and the physique is weak in the shadow state. If this continues, he will have a debuff risk of shock.

   In the field of vision, the overwhelming barrage was chaotic. He closed his eyes, lowered his head, and looked at the ruby ​​pendant at Dongxue's neck that was dancing like fire.

   "Can it still be lifted?" he asked.

   Dongxue gave a miserable smile.

   She withdrew her hand, held the ruby, and shook her head with difficulty.

  "...Don't be afraid." She said, "I'm already, awake. Even if I die here, Baisha Paradise will not be reset. Although it's not a perfect ending, I've already... walked out."

   "..." Su Mingan closed his eyes.

   "But, why." She looked at him, her eyes clear and clear: "...It feels like you didn't go out?"

  Su Ming'an didn't speak.

   "...A part of you, like me, died here completely?" she asked, her tone childlike and innocent.

   On her neck, a bright red pendant flickered like fire.

   Life countdown, the last thirty seconds.

  The rain fell on her, and the world around her gradually became unclear.

   In the drowsiness, Dongxue suddenly stretched out her hand.

   As before in the cave, she hugged him tightly.

   "...don't be afraid," she said.

   It’s just that, unlike the previous one, this time the hug was not mixed with any humbleness, and there was no trace of prayer.

   She simply hugged him.

   This hug is not tight, not forceful, not a little sticky.

   is like a mutual comfort between children.

"I've been thinking... what's the point of this life for someone like me who was born with a wrong gender identity and lived such a difficult life." Dong Xue said softly, her words were extremely light, as if she was falling asleep The previous lullaby: "...not normal, not accepted, not worthy of playing with my peers, not able to live a normal life...I feel like I should be sent for treatment and correction from birth, it should be something that can't exist."

   In the heavy rain curtain, her voice was as soft as a feather:

   "...But later, I gradually discovered that even if a person is bad and useless, there will always be traces of TA coming into the world."

   "I like Yang Xia, everything about her, the way she tells me stories in a soft voice, the way she comforts me gently, and even the words she urges me to grow up with."

   "…even though I am her creation."

   "…even though I'm still something that shouldn't exist."

   "But ah." Her voice was close to him, her tone was very soft: "Some things don't exist for [meaningful]."

   "Seeing you just now, I suddenly understood what you once said to me."

“[We are never the shadow of who we are],” she said. “[And we always have the right to choose not to regret]—they want to deny that, what I have done for Yangxia…but they don’t care about our feelings for each other. - almost nothing."

   "Even if this approach is wrong?" Su Mingan said suddenly.

   "Even this is wrong." Dongxue affirmed.

  "..." He closed his eyes: "I was comforted by you in the end."

   "Finally?" Dong Xue's eyes were a little confused.

   "Thank you," he said.

   Dongxue smiled after listening to his thanks.

   The black hair was clinging to her cheeks, and the glowing ruby ​​pendant on her chest looked extremely beautiful in the darkness.

   In her eyes, there was a frost that could never be resolved, and she seemed to completely cover up her emotions instinctively, and would no longer open up easily to the words of outsiders.

   At this time, she just looked at him without speaking, her eyes were open-minded like never before.

   "Su Ming'an." She suddenly called his name.

"Um."

   "Thank you for everything you did for me...for me and Yang Xia."

"…Um."

   "...I don't have to grow up anymore." She said, her eyes clear and bright.

  Red light beat in her eyes.

   That halo was softly intertwined on her face, like an ironing fire.

The    gem began to crack.

   She suddenly reached out and pushed him away.

   When she looked over, her eyelids opened and closed for a moment, like a flowing river of stars.

   "...I've finished my life." She said: "...I've worked hard to finish my life."

  Su Mingan suddenly sat in the rain pit and did not get up.

   Intense hallucinations filled his vision, he panted, his eyes fixed on the smiling girl.

   "I had a future. I... left a [trace]."

   She smiled at him.

  The fire is dancing.

   In a dark rain curtain, that momentary flash of blazing brilliance, like a suddenly lit star—

  …

  【From then on, she saw the meaning of pain. 】

  【Man's main concern is not to obtain pleasure or avoid pain, but to see the meaning of life. 】

  【…and she is trying to have this "meaning". 】

  …

   "Boom!"

  …

  The black is gradually fading, and the red pendant bursts.

   The clear sound of raindrops, pattering, the raindrops rolled down from the girl's blood-stained cheeks mixed with blood, and tickled on a piece of cold ground.

   The raindrops on her body finally fell to the ground.

  Crossing the gossip and going through the sweltering summer and winter.

  …

  【Number of survivors: 2】

  …

  The blood-red light rain slowly fell, and the blood and rainwater flowed together.

  Su Ming'an withdrew his gaze and turned around a little hesitantly.

   He was walking down the tree.

Under the    tree, he looked like a young man who had fallen asleep, with his head down and a blood-stained sword in his arms.

   As he approached, the young man's eyelashes with water droplets suddenly twitched, and then a ray of sky light popped out from his eyes.

   The young man's face was pale, but his eyes were bright.

   He coughed as if he had woken up suddenly, and then said, "…Brother."

  Su Ming'an's silent expression suddenly throbbed vividly.

   "You, are you not dead?" Although Su Mingan was mentally prepared when he saw the number of survivors, his tone was still almost hoarse when he spoke.

   "...No, almost...cough, cough, cough..." Mo Yan responded weakly, and then began to cough up blood.

  Bright red blood slid down his chin and mixed with the large blood flowers on his chest.

   "That little girl Mizushima Chuanharu... Damn, I won't call her a **** in the future, what kind of shit... It's okay to play a secret hand on me, but she still shoots at the big brother... Cough, cough, cough—"

   He opened his mouth to swear a few words, and was forced to stop, coughing up blood violently, and large swathes of blood dripped on his body, like a blood-colored map.

   "Drink this." Su Mingan immediately took out the intermediate blood bottle.

The    Johnson & Johnson medicine had no effect on Mo Yan at this time. Mo Yan was too weak at this time, and the severe pain would directly torture the other party to death.

   In front of him, Mo Yan waved his hand.

   "It's useless... Big Brother." He said hoarsely, "Have you heard of the [Combat Continuation] skill?"

  Su Mingan fell silent.

[Battle Continuation], which is praised by players as an excellent skill "to drag a back before dying", is a skill that can still support independent action for a period of time after the player dies, and can kill oneself. The enemy was caught off guard.

   Obviously, Mo Yan was in this state at this time.

  ...Mo Yan is already dead, his body has already collapsed, and he can still speak now, just because of the effect of his skills.

   His life has truly entered the countdown.

   "I see." Su Ming'an said, "How long?"

   "Three minutes." Mo Yan said.

  Su Ming'an looked away.

   Mo Yan smiled: "It's okay... It's okay, big brother, I originally ended up playing the game to experience the joy of losing a copy of the legendary san. If I die here, I can still see big brother... I'm actually very happy."

   "You know, big brother, the first time I saw you, I had a hunch... I'm afraid I've hit the big luck."

   "I've been deceiving myself, I've been refuting myself, I don't think the big **** will be so approachable, the big brother can only be the big brother, if the big brother becomes the big god... Can I stop being called big brother like that?"

   "No." Su Ming'an said, "You can keep calling, and you can do it in the future."

   "...Well, it can be done in the future." Mo Yan said, "The next instance, the next world, and so many worlds in the future can all be."

   "How long?" Su Mingan asked again, seemingly losing his ability to judge the time.

"One minute."

  Su Mingan nodded.

  Mo Yan suddenly raised his head: "Big brother."

"I am here."

   "The next instance, can we form a team?"

"no."

   "...Ah." Mo Yan sighed: "I thought that under such touching circumstances, eldest brother would agree to all my requests."

   "The place I'm in is very dangerous...it's always been dangerous." Su Ming'an said: "This dungeon, you guys are just being implicated by me. It didn't have to be so difficult."

   "...But what does that matter?" Mo Yan said, "Big brother is [more important] than me."

   He said, barely raising his hand and tapping it in front of him.

   "Whoa!"

   A lot of colorful props fell by his legs.

   He pushed it over a little bit, initiated a gift application, and then like a hamster, he piled these props and equipment in front of Su Mingan.

   Then, he stretched out his hands, raised the heavy sword with difficulty, and slapped it in Su Ming'an's hand.

   "…Big brother."

  The signature on the sword surface, at this time, the rain like a stream is flowing.

   "A little girl like Mizushima Chuanharu doesn't understand anything at all, and it's nothing."

   "Don't be crazy, brother, calm down."

   "...and win."

   Mo Yan's eyes were as clear and bright as winter snow.

   Humid air was pumped into the lungs and out of the trachea.

  Su Mingan took the sword and smiled sadly:

"…it is good."

   "I will save you."

He says.

   Mo Yan's eyes showed a moment of ignorance.

   But soon, the vitality inside it disappeared like the setting sun.

   He closed his eyes.

  …

  【Number of survivors: 1】

  …

  Su Mingan held the sword and stood up.

   He stood in the overwhelming rain, staring at the twisted and upside-down vision in front of him.

It's like the bright room was suddenly turned on the lights, and the black was splashed like a paint bucket on the curtain, there was no white space, it was very dark, and it kept rolling, like a cloud of boiling water. It was pitch black and looked strange and depressing.

   When he took a step forward, his body slanted suddenly, and he instantly fell into the rain pit.

   In the upper left corner of the field of view, there is a blood-red strip with a clear 20 written on it. At this time, it was beating like an alarm.

   In the thick rain curtain, in front of the dark vision,

  —He saw a looming figure with bunny ears.

   The live broadcast room was suddenly forcibly closed by the system.

   "Cough...cough..."

   He actually started coughing too.

   He stretched out his hand, held the sword, and slowly propped up his body that was gradually losing his senses, dragging it forward with great effort like a sack.

  The temperature was lost little by little, and the dizziness gradually began to dominate his body.

   seems to have begun to have an invisible force, began to tear his heart and lungs, to smash his brain.

  …Low san value turned out to be so painful.

   Those players who were about to go crazy and were on the verge of hitting the door... It used to be so painful.

  Phantom pain tormented his nerves, and it seemed that every step he took, the nerves, muscles, and blood vessels affected would almost burst.

   is like a pair of big hands pulling the rope made of flesh and flesh, constantly tossing and twisting it.

   He could hear the sound of **** screams coming from every corner of his body.

   He slowly moved forward, dragged his body, and approached the figure.

   The rabbit-eared figure silently watched this scene until he got closer and closer to him.

With a    "pop", he let go of his hand and fell into the puddle.

   All his strength disappeared in an instant, and he was almost invisible.

  The cold water ran over his ears, and he gasped, and even started laughing.

  …And at this moment he suddenly opened his mouth:

  "—The first player."

   His voice rumbled like thunder, and instantly overwhelmed the eerie whispers in his ears.

   He also seemed to be able to hear his own laughter, a slight, gasping laugh, so small that he could barely hear it.

   "—Your wish seems to be different from what we promised at the beginning." He said.

   "Ah, yeah," he said.

   When he opened his mouth, a large wave of rain was poured into his mouth, causing him to cough a few times violently.

   "Cough, cough, cough...cough..."

  The coughing sound was suppressed in the rain, he touched his chin and felt a warm feeling.

  The warmth dripped down the palm of his hand, with a bit of rust and stickiness.

   From beginning to end, the rabbit-eared figure stood there quietly, motionless, like a **** in the sky watching the struggling ants.

   The ants, who were pressed down by the heavy rain, raised their chins, as if to challenge the gods, and stretched out their hands:

"Then tell me, Boss Rabbit." He said, the smile on his mouth widened: "-Can it be realized? I mean, [Redemption Zhai Xing], this possibility-even if I have deceived you once ."

   The rain got louder.

   The sound of "crack, crackle, crackle" was incessant, and cold raindrops slapped on his face.

   With a dark vision, he looked at the place where the boss rabbit stood, and his voice was like a knife.

  Like mortals are waging war against the gods.

   The rabbit-eared figure did not speak.

   He stood still, his figure as calm and heavy as a mountain.

  Su Mingan opened his eyes.

  The turbulent emotions that had been accumulated for a long time, like magma, were ejected from the gray matter folds of the cerebral cortex, almost filling his cranial cavity.

   "…Can you? Answer me, in the name of the organizer—answer me."

   he growled almost decisively.

  The rain poured into his ears and nose, he coughed, his eyes were full of fine bloodshots.

   He watched him.

   Like a **** watching a struggling human being, like a human watching a sheep in the rain.

  […It turned out that the fallen sheep also tried to stand up. 】

   "...In the name of the organizer, I will answer you."

   When he spoke again, his words were mixed with some sarcasm and coldness, but it was like a final word:

"Can."

  Su Mingan laughed.

   When he laughed, his whole body was shaking violently, and the rain ran down his cheeks and poured into his mouth, and he laughed like he was about to choke.

   The pain lingering on him like moisture became more and more obvious, but he seemed to be unable to feel it. He laughed wildly, and the laughter was mixed with extra clarity, like a child who saw a sunny day in the rainy season.

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha…"

   His inner emotion erupted like a volcano, rushing like a flood, and a gray, sky-like vision swirled in front of his eyes.

   He smiled, and more rain fell on him, like ink into the water.

  …and in his opinion, everything is fine.

   Boss Rabbit looked at him quietly, watching him gradually stop laughing.

"Tired?"

   "I was a little tired from laughing." Su Ming'an said.

   "But now you have failed." He said:

   "Also, the world you want to save doesn't seem to be worth much."

   "Yes." Su Mingan smiled: "...Isn't there Mo Yan?"

   After receiving a positive answer, his smile at this time was as pure and pure as a newborn.

"I'm here to provide you with an opportunity." Boss Rabbit said suddenly: "-Although you are here, you failed and lost all chances to complete the level perfectly. However, as long as you become a special NPC class, I can give you a special status. , additional upside—you can gradually become as great as we are."

   "Like Mizushimagawa Haru?"

   "You will be a thousand times better than her."

  Su Mingan laughed: "...what if I refuse?"

"Do you need me to provide you with a picture of the preparations for the explosives of Edlang and others after the end of the third world?" Boss Rabbit's voice also contained a little joking: "Human beings will fall into stone when they fall into high positions. The mindset and behavior of me will always be the best flavoring agent for me—you should have thought about the consequences of your failure, just like now.”

   Once you fail here, you will be emptied of all your strength and start from scratch.

   And when he first entered the next instance, he was unarmed and would become the target of all other players.

  …other players like Mizushima Kawaharu.

  …other players like Edward.

   The rain crackled.

  Su Mingan closed his eyes, his vision returned to tranquility.

   His chest seemed to weigh a thousand pounds of iron scales, and his stomach felt like he was swallowing gold.

   When he spoke again, his voice still contained a smile:

   "...I'll trouble you then."

"what?"

   "Let me die."

   "..." Boss Rabbit's eyes showed obvious shock.

   He did not understand.

   In the past, He has also done this kind of task of giving a special status to the player when he was dying, and very few of them rejected him.

  Empty everything, die in humiliation, and start all over again. Few people can accept this result. Not to mention, the targets of his invitations are often extremely high-ranking players.

   The original Mizushima Chuanqing was like this.

   She looked at His eyes at the time, as if looking at redemption, and she agreed to the request of being a [victim] without hesitation.

  …He thought that this time was no exception.

   The strongest, Xeon No. 1 player, the No. 1 player who had been threatened by his compatriots and was killed by his compatriots, should have agreed to him without hesitation.

why…

"why."

  Thinking like this, He asked. There was an urgency in the words that He himself did not find.

   "Because I can't move for the time being... and I have no strength. I don't know how to die. Is drowning a bit too much..."

   "No, I'm asking why." Boss Rabbit said: "Why, you rejected me."

   "This reason..." Su Mingan thought for a while: "If you came three minutes earlier, I might agree."

   "...is it because of that guy." Boss Rabbit used a positive tone.

   He was referring to Mo Yan.

   "No." Su Ming'an smiled: "[...It's because of a lot of those guys.]"

  "..." Boss Rabbit was silent for a moment: "You don't seem to think that you will end here, what is your basis?"

  Su Ming'an didn't speak.

   When he smiled again, his voice faded a little: "... Guess?"

   Boss Rabbit turned around.

  After being rejected, He had no reason to stay any longer.

  Su Ming'an did not wait for Boss Rabbit's answer.

   His mountain-like figure faded away a little in the rain and disappeared. Then, the closed live broadcast room is reopened by the system at this time.

  Snowflake-like barrages quickly flowed through the dim vision.

  Su Mingan could no longer read those words.

   But he could still guess what it was.

   He moved his fingers and adjusted the barrage mechanism, so that the words that passed quickly could be played back by voice.

   A mechanically cold voice resounded in his mind, accompanied by crackling rain:

  【Brother Ming An... It's okay, we still have a chance! 】

  【Why did this live room suddenly shut down just now, I thought, I thought... 】

  【He will definitely stand up, he will definitely…】

  【This is the sixth world, the first player will not fail - no! 】

  【It's okay, Brother Ming An, even if you stop here, I will decide to end... We will definitely make up for your share...]

  【There are still more than nine months, we still have a chance—】

  【Yes, everyone must protect Ming An who has started anew! Don't let other players bully him! 】

  【And Lu Shu, Lu Shu will definitely not leave, Su Mingan, don't give up... 】

  …

   He listened, listening to these cold mechanical voices, flowing past his ears with warmth.

  The rain ran down his cheeks, and he closed his eyes, wanting to fall asleep.

  The icy rain hit his hand, and his fingers trembled slightly.

   He tightened his numb right hand, and in addition to the almost numb pain, there was a rough touch from the pulp of his finger.

The    sword body landed on his fingertips at this time, and his fingers moved slightly, and he could touch the scratched signature, and the surface was uneven.

  …He touched a hard long sword.

For a moment, his heart seemed to be tightly grasped by a big hand, his brain dominated his instinct, and the blood-like thing jumped out of this powerless body in an instant and dominated his movements, he almost frantically stretched out his right hand , slap on the ground, arch your five fingers, and use your fingertips as a fulcrum to pull your whole body.

   He felt like the tracker on the Volga River in the oil painting. The fingers that were about to break were the tracker's fragile and powerful body, and the body like a broken sack was the heavy, stagnant, and cloud-like ship.

   The tearing pain and the tingling of the crooked nails awakened him from the dullness and security of his fleeting soul, and with his eyes open, through a blood red, he felt as if he was watching a new world.

   He propped up his body.

  From head to toe, the phantom pain that gradually spread from the nerve endings and the depths of the bone marrow became more and more clear.

  …

  【Extreme voices are good at dividing independent worlds, making people alienated and extreme. 】

  【People are accustomed to denying this aspect of alienation and refusing to admit to extremes. 】

   […and to the extremes of alienation, they want to walk freely and with dignity. 】

  【Everyone is human—no one deserves to be inferior, or a **** different from everyone else. 】

  【Do not ask who comes, do not ask where you return, do not ask about experience. 】

  【And where freedom stops or is restricted, the game ends. 】

  【Denied alienation, extreme—he is happy to see this end. 】

   [He has mastered this "restricted freedom", and will ignite a fire with it. 】

  【—He is willing to cast this endless **** into a dream paradise. 】

  【He is willing to sink into the drowsy rain. 】

  【In this era of invisible light. 】

  …

  Su Mingan finally reluctantly raised his hand.

   He gently, slowly, tapped it on his temple, and in the heavy rain, he showed an extremely reluctant smile.

  …

  【Because in such a world, humans are destined to dance in shackles. 】

  …

   "Cluster."

   a soft sound.

  …

  【Number of survivors: 0】

   (end of this chapter)