Chapter 613 Chapter 611 · "Good night, An-chan."

 【Core Area·Prison】

Su Mingan walked into a building. The defeated resistance army stayed in the glass room, and the iron ring around his neck that looked like a dog leash flashed red.

 Through the glass, Su Mingan looked at these losers coldly.

  “—Su, Su Ming’an!”

 He suddenly heard a shout, and a young man with white hair like weeds slapped the glass, his face almost touching the glass.

 “I don’t accept requests for mercy from players.” Su Mingan said.

“—I am not a player, I am a special identity ‘blocker’. I, I cannot refuse the task of joining the resistance. If I refuse, I will die, in the true sense of the word..." the player said.

This is the first time Su Mingan has heard of the identity of "interceptor", plus observer, sniper... the special identities in the world game are all kinds of strange.

"Su Ming'an, I have been in a team with you, can you spare me this time?" The young man's eyes were red.

 "Are you..." Su Mingan searched out a name from his mind: "Don't ask?"

He remembered that in the seventh world of Praia, there was an exploration teammate named "Mo Wen" in the team, who was Mo Yan's second brother. After entering the Central Library, he never returned and never appeared again.

"Yes, it's me, please let me go this time, I don't want to die..." Mo Wen shed tears: "I am an NPC now. I will not be resurrected if I die. I am... really going to die."

Su Mingan stared at Mo Wen's bloodshot eyes.

“Then—” Su Mingan said: “Why did you choose to become a person with special status in the first place?”

Mo Wen's expression was startled, tears flowed down his cheeks, and his shoulders couldn't help but tremble:

“I, my brother Mo Xiao went crazy in the sixth world. If I am emptied out and come back again, am I going to have to drag this family with Mo Yan, my third brother?”

 Listening to Mo Wen's words, Su Mingan felt helpless.

“Giving up your identity as a player means you lose the natural protective layer of ‘player’.” Su Mingan said.

 He thought of Mizushima Kawaharu in White Sand Paradise.

After she failed to assassinate herself, she could not be resurrected because she was no longer considered a "player" and was not protected by the resurrection rules.

 The identity of a “player” may seem like a constraint, but in fact it is also a protection. They will never truly die in the dungeon and will always have the opportunity to come back.

"I, I know the danger, but what can I do! The temptation of people with special status is in front of me." Mo Wen shed tears: "I know I was wrong, Su Ming'an, you are the number one player, is there any way you can put me Change back? It’s so dangerous in the dungeon, I want to continue to be a player, I don’t want to die..."

 He was afraid.

　　When he first became a person with a special status, he was still complacent, feeling that he had come across this opportunity that most people would never encounter.

As a result, he suffered a lot while living in the City of Measurement and waiting for the players to arrive - his status as an inferior personality made him starve, and the fact that he could not be resurrected made him live in constant fear. He often lay awake at night, fearing that a stray bullet would take his life.

 He waited for a long time, and finally... the players came, but he was forced by the system to issue a mission to join the resistance, and then he was arrested in one fell swoop.

If Su Mingan hadn't come to see him, he might have been imprisoned for the rest of his life or even shot.

 …It’s so scary, so lonely, so scary.

 …He no longer wants to be a special person, he wants to go home! He wants to live with his older brother and younger brother, and he wants to become a player. Even if he lies down in the Lord God's world, drinking milk tea, and eating hot pot... it is better than living in such a bad place!

"Please, you must have a way to take me away. I want to go home, I miss my mother..." Mo Wen wiped his tears, his eyes were red and swollen from crying.

Looking at Mo Wen who was so sad, Su Mingan suddenly thought of Yue Yue.

Yueyue's status as an "observer" seems to be higher than that of Mo Wen's "blocker". She can travel between different worlds without having to take on tasks, and she can live a very free life. But Mo Wen seems to be able to stay in only one world and is bound by mandatory tasks.

 But...their essence seems to be no different.

 They all grew up in a strange world far away from their homeland.

However, Yueyue is far happier than Mo Wen. She has found her new relatives and friends. Whether it is the eternal campus, the gorgeous brightness, or the prosperous surveying country, her situation is very good. Her brother Che from the war group · Kelstia, seems to take good care of her.

 “Don’t ask, do you like me?” Su Mingan said suddenly.

"…ha?"

Mo Wen was so frightened that he even forgot to shed tears.

"I mean." Su Ming'an coughed and found that there was ambiguity in this sentence: "Do you have anything like a good impression of me?"

Mo Wen wiped away his tears, he seemed to be trying desperately.

 However, after waiting for a long time, Su Mingan did not hear any hint of favorability.

 For the mission of being in power, only NPCs with full favorability can be accepted as followers. If Mowen does not have a favorability setting, it will be impossible to meet the conditions.

Mo Wen's expression became more and more panicked and desperate, and he broke out in cold sweat. He realized that if he really couldn't arouse the "favorability" that Su Ming'an said, he really wouldn't be able to go back.

 After a moment, he raised his head, his eyes full of expectation.

"Su Mingan, did you...hear the favorability prompt?" he asked sincerely.

Su Mingan was silent for a moment: "No."

As if the tense nerves were torn off in an instant, Mo Wen's tears fell to the ground.

He raised his hands and covered his face full of tears, hiding his sadness and helplessness.

 “Why...why is this happening...”

“I miss my third brother. I miss Mo Yan. Is he no longer able to see me? I am going to die in this world...I can’t go home..."

 He was crying, tears kept falling.

"Mom, mom... I miss home, I want to go home. I want to eat beef noodles made by my mother. I want to eat braised eggplant and steamed sea bass she made. I don't want to drink nutrient solution. I don't want to eat garbage. I'm good. Painful, so painful…”

 But when he opened his eyes now, he could only see the cold glass walls, the strange iron city, and the heavy restraining iron ring around his neck.

 It locked him here like a chain, locked him in this world, and he could never escape.

　　　…”

Su Mingan slowly removed his hand.

 Without favorability, don’t ask if he can take it away.

In Baisha Paradise, Mo Yan, like a little sun, accompanied him to the burning moment of Baisha. If he could help Mo Wen, Mo Yan's second brother, that would be great too.

 As a result, he could not save the other party.

 “What will happen to you when we players leave?” Su Mingan asked.

"I will probably live here until I die..." Mo Wen whispered.

"Don't ask, I will let you out and ensure your safety. But other than that..." Su Mingan said.

 “I can’t go back, can I?” Mo Wen said.

"yes."

 Mo Wen was silent.

 He curled up and buried his head in his knees. After a while, he heard crying.

 “I want to go home…”

 He just kept repeating this sentence.

 After that, Su Mingan asked Xike to move Mo Wen to an empty old house in the core area. Other than that, he had no other choice.

 Mo Wen is a guilty person, his file is stained, it is impossible to find a job, and it is impossible for Su Mingan to edit the Liming system.

　In that old house, the white-haired young man sat on the dusty sofa, his eyes dull.

 When Su Mingan left, the young man spoke softly.

"Thank you, thank you, Su Mingan." Mo Wen said, "Even a person like me can be saved. You are... the best. The best."

His expression was dry and lifeless, as if he had lost everything he relied on for survival and had become an empty skin.

“Why is there this ghost game? Why do humans become like this? If this is just a dream, when I wake up tomorrow, will I see my home and my mother..."

 “Yes, this is a dream, it must be like this...”

 Mo Wen was stuck on the sofa and kept mumbling.

Perhaps one day, far away from his homeland and relatives, he will rot here. He was unable to escape from this whirlpool of fate.

 He and his elder brother and younger brother are separated by a whole world.

 In such a world, once a wrong decision is made, people must be aware of the end at any time.

Su Mingan left this old house.

Through the green shade of the birches, he saw that the house paved with red bricks was extremely quiet, like a static red tombstone rooted in the soil.

 Inside the tombstone is a person who can never return home.

　　　…”

At this moment, he suddenly wanted to see Yueyue.

 Those with special status are not players, they will die... Mo Wen’s incident sounded the alarm for him.

He put on the "Wang Han's human skin mask" of Luvis's identity and came to the tavern of the edge zone battle group. He once chatted with the leader of the war group, Che Kelstia, here. Yueyue's identity is Luo Kelstia, Che's sister.

 But when he arrived, the place was already deserted.

The door of the tavern was locked, and there was no black-haired girl playing games at the threshold. The street was quiet, and the mercenaries who used to gamble and fight were gone.

Tomorrow is the selection of Caiusta. The battle group has dispersed into the city and they are not here.

Su Mingjing stood quietly outside the sealed tavern, looking at the empty street.

 The dusty wind blew up the withered yellow leaves and swept them across his eyes.

“—Good evening! An Jiang! It’s now 8:46 in the evening. I’ve detected that you’re in a bad mood, so I’ll bring you a pleasant ditty from my hometown, "囍"~"

 A Du’s lively voice emerged.

It seemed to have waited for a moment intentionally, foreboding that Su Mingan was going to close it ruthlessly with another "snap" sound.

 But it paused for a long time and did not hear his reply.

The young man sitting in a wheelchair, with black hair on the side covering the ends of his eyes, tilted his head and leaned against the wall of the tavern, seeming to be asleep.

 Because he was so tired, he could fall asleep with just a little relaxation.

"Huh…"

 A Du’s voice is very soft. He knows that sleep is precious to his owner.

It silently closes the music module.

"All right."

　　…Good night, An-chan.”

 “You are indeed very tired…”

 (End of this chapter)