[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 leave will become aliens. 】

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

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

[—They finally cast the paradise they dreamed of into an endless hell. 】

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

…

Su Ming'an dripped through the heavy rain.

Drum-like rain crackled 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 also looked like a sleeping past. His expression was very peaceful.

Su Mingan retracted his gaze.

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

Crystal waves lit up around him.

He stared at Mizushima Chuanqing, his eyes were as silent 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 remained unchanged.

In his equipment slot, the azure blue skills shone brightly.

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-!"

The next moment, violent fluctuations shook the air surrounding her.

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

The great force that came from all over the world, tore at her, almost ripped 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 be boiled, and although there was no blood, she felt that the bones in her whole body would be shattered.

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

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

[You have activated the (victim) active skill: Invincible Mask (limited to once per instance, lasts for ten seconds, during which 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 very quiet.

He knew what was going on in the winter snow behind him.

But he couldn't save her.

Even if the barrier of the tower's invitation was raised now, blocking the connection between Mizushima Chuanqing and the ruby ​​pendant, he couldn'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 gem 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 this, just to give him the last despair and let him think that Dongxue could be saved.

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

"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."

A smile appeared on Mizushima Chuanqing's face.

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

But her smile still remained, and even expanded: "...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 Mizushima Chuanqing could communicate with him on an equal footing and negotiate the exchange of interests, instead of kneeling as soon as he came up, crying and begging for mercy, and wanting to dedicate himself, he would not have reached that point.

...some people just can't pull it 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 Chuanqing.

Although Mizushima Chuanqing 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 bear enormous pressure from public opinion.

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, balanced, differentiated, and graded in such a world, turning them into isolated islands.

With a one-seventh probability of selection, they can't find their former companions, and can only start over with their distrust of each other behind their backs.

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

They are powerless against the organizers.

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

...Su Ming'an expected Mizushima Chuanqing's choice.

The overwhelming rain was blocked by the barrier invited by the tower.

Inside the dry barrier, everything seemed quiet.

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

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

Su Mingan raised his head dully.

"...I won, this time." Mizushima Chuanharu 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.

At that time, even if she is dead, as long as Dongxue dies, her mission will be completed.

The evolutionary chance she can get rewarded for...

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

Suddenly, she heard a voice from the other side.

"...You won." Su Mingan looked at her: "Humanity lost."

"...?" Mizushima Chuanqing was stunned.

...what inexplicable?

"What did you lose, why, do you think you can represent human beings?" She spoke sarcastically, but suddenly met the other party'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 Chuanqing suddenly felt that things were a little unexpected to her.

It was an extremely outspoken voice, but she could hear a hint of sadness, as if the man was sighing at her.

He was raising his eyes, and those somewhat confused eyes were facing hers.

There were some shocking emotions brewing in his eyes.

She stared back motionlessly, her fingers trembling slightly, as if something strange was passing through the tip of her heart.

"What do you mean—" She opened her mouth and wanted to speak.

It was at this moment that the vibration sounded without warning.

Her words came to an abrupt end.

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

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

I didn't give her a chance to speak more.

Bright red numbers, beating in front of her dim 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.

... Mizushima Kawaharu has 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.

In such a world, Mizushima Chuanqing 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 the teacher in 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's no denying that she's an extremely good tasker - she's got her purpose.

The gemstone necklace kept flickering, and his san value was steadily decreasing.

Uncontrollable, unavoidable.

She was using every means to drive him crazy.

His eyes dropped.

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

"...Yangxia." She called softly.

"Su Ming'an." Su Ming'an 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 squatted down.

The rain slowly dripped down his black hair, 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." Dong Xue whimpered, "...It's raining too much."

Su Mingan raised his head.

The rain streamed 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 the risk of shock debuff.

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

"Can it be lifted?" he asked.

Dong Xue smiled miserably.

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 as clear and clear as glass: "...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.

Around her neck, the bright red pendant flickered like fire.

Countdown to life, the last thirty seconds.

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

In the drowsiness, Dong Xue 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's 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.

Like a child comforting each other.

"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 cannot 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, she tells me stories in a soft voice, she comforts me gently, and even the words she urges me to grow up, I like it."

"...even if 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 understand what you have 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 suddenly said.

"Even if this approach is wrong." Dong Xue 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, didn't speak, her eyes were open-minded like never before.

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

"Ok."

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

"…Ok."

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

Red light flickered in her eyes.

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

The gem begins to crack.

She suddenly reached out and pushed him away.

When she looked over, her eyelids instantly opened and closed, 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.

Violent hallucinations filled his vision, and he gasped, his eyes fixed on the smiling girl.

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

She smiled at him.

The fire danced.

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

…

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

[The main concern of man is not to obtain pleasure or to avoid pain, but to see the meaning of life. 】

[…and she’s trying to have that “meaning”. 】

…

"Boom!"

…

As if he was in a sticky rhythm, he saw blood bursting before his eyes.

The brilliance shattered, and the shredded rays of light jumped, like waves of crystals under the sea.

Blood-red, vitreous shards, like the setting sun, shone before my eyes.

The black is gradually fading.

There was a clear sound of raindrops, pattering, and 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.

Beyond the gossip and gossip, through the summer and winter.

…

[Number of survivors: 2]

…

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

Su Mingan withdrew his gaze and turned around a little hesitantly.

He was walking down the tree.

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

As he approached, the young man's eyelashes dangling with water droplets suddenly trembled, 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 jumped vividly.

"You're 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 Chuanqing... Damn, I won't call her a **** in the future, what kind of shit... It's okay to use secret hands on me, but she still shoots at big brother... Cough, cough, cough—"

He scolded a few words before being forced to stop, coughing up blood violently, and a large area of ​​blood dripped on his body, like a blood-colored map.

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

The strong biomedicine has no effect on Mo Yan at this time. Mo Yan is too weak at this time, and the severe pain will 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 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 doesn't matter... It doesn't matter, eldest brother, I originally ended up just to experience the joy of losing a copy of the legendary san. If I die here, I can still see eldest brother... I'm actually very happy."

"You know, big brother, when I first 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'm here."

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

"no."

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

"The place I'm in is very dangerous...it's always been very dangerous." Su Ming'an said: "This copy, you 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."

As he spoke, he barely raised his hand and tapped lightly in front of him.

"Whoa-!"

A lot of colorful props fell on his legs.

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

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

"...Brother."

The signature on the sword surface was like a stream of rain flowing at this time.

"A little girl like Mizushima Chuanqing 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.

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

Su Mingan took the sword and smiled sadly:

"…good."

"I will save you."

He said.

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 suddenly 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 figure 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 heavy rain curtain, in front of the dark vision,

—He saw a looming figure with rabbit ears.

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

"Cough...cough..."

He actually started coughing.

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.

It seems that an invisible force has begun to tear his heart and lungs to smash his brains.

...low san values ​​turned out to be so painful.

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

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

It's like a pair of big hands are pulling the rope made of flesh and skin, constantly torn and twisted.

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

He moved forward slowly, dragging his body closer to the figure.

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

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

All 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 spoke:

"—First player."

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

He seemed to be able to hear his own laughter, too, 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 grew louder.

"Crackling, crackling, crackling" sounded incessantly, and cold raindrops slapped on his face.

With a dark vision, he looked at the position where the original boss rabbit stood, and his voice was decisive 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.

Rain poured into his ears and nose, and he coughed, his eyes full of fine bloodshots.

He watched him.

Like gods watching struggling humans, like humans watching 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 was running down his cheeks and pouring into his mouth, and he laughed like he was about to choke to death.

The pain lingering on him like moisture became more and more obvious, but as if he couldn't 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…"

Inner emotions erupted like volcanoes, galloped like floods, and a gray, sky-like vision swirled before his eyes.

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

…and in his eyes, everything is fine.

Boss Rabbit looked at him quietly, watching him gradually lose his laugh.

"Tired?"

"Laughing a little tired." Su Ming'an said.

"But now you have failed." He said:

"Also, the world you want to save doesn't seem to be of any value."

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

After getting 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 Mizushima Chuanqing?"

"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 everything will start from scratch.

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 also felt like he was swallowing gold.

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

"...Then I'll trouble you."

"what?"

"Let me die."

"..." There was obvious shock in the boss rabbit's eyes.

He doesn't understand.

In the past, He has also done this kind of task of giving a special identity to the player when he is 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 would have thought that this time was no exception.

The strongest, the No. 1 player of Xeon, 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 of 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 was a little lighter: "... 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 disappeared little by little in the rain curtain. Then, the closed live broadcast room is reopened by the system at this time.

Snowflake-like barrages flowed quickly in the dim vision.

Su Ming'an could no longer read the words.

But he could still guess what it was about.

He moved his fingers and adjusted the barrage mechanism, so that the words that flew by 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 broadcast 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, please 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 cold rain hit his hands, 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 felt 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 , slapped on the ground, UU reading www.uukanshu.com arched his five fingers, using the fingertips as a fulcrum to pull the whole body.

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

The tearing pain and the tingling of the crooked nails aroused him from the dullness and safety of his fleeting soul, and he opened his eyes, through a red of blood, and 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.

Then, he finally reluctantly raised his hand.

Gently, slowly, he tapped it on his temple.

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

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

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

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

[Don't ask who comes, don't ask where you're going, don't ask about experience. 】

[And where freedom stops or is limited, 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 age of invisible light. 】

…

[In such a world, humans are destined to dance in shackles. 】

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[Number of survivors: 0]

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