First Player

Chapter 235 Chapter 233·"The most normal madman"

"How many cases are there today?" The man behind his back suddenly said.

"Twenty-three." The white-haired man said, "Mental breakdown...the reason is the sixth world. These people went crazy as soon as they returned. Not only that, as far as I know, the suicide rate is also on the rise."

"...Will someone still commit suicide?" The man with the head behind his back was stunned for a moment.

"Even in the original world, there were so many lives that committed suicide every day. In this world, there will only be more." The white-haired man sighed: "World Games, the organizers... they are like Bodhidharma. The sword of Chris hangs above our heads, and we don’t know when it will fall.”

"..."

“The world is changing by leaps and bounds, and people’s ideological positions and means are different. Some people choose to follow the trend, some choose to catch up, some choose to gain experience from skills and props, and some try to talk directly to the organizer... Then some people cannot face it , it is normal to choose to end one’s life.”

"...This is ridiculous."

"People in this world have long been like dead skins." He said: "Look at those walking on the street, those sitting in shops, those lying on beds, those speaking in forums...all of them , even though they look like bystanders, in fact, they are already dying... psychologically dead, they are like dehydrated patients."

"..."

He tapped the cigarette body with his finger, and fluffy white ash drifted down from the cigarette butt: "You have seen it, Cole, you have seen those people who live broadcasted their suicide in the main god space - they are really despairing, and even their souls have been wiped out. people.

Those people believe that mankind has no future, that the long river of history has been cut off from our generation, and that tomorrow one year later will never come..."

"Stop talking," Cole said.

"Those who committed suicide and will not be resurrected, have you seen the way they died in the forum screenshots? It is really shocking...Their eyes are the most hopeless eyes I have ever seen, all memories, fantasies, and dreams , ideas... were all wiped out." The white-haired man had no intention of stopping.

He leaned against the wall, blowing smoke rings, and his eyes gradually became indifferent:

"Some people burned themselves to death, and their ashes were scattered like snow. Some people died in explosions, with blood and flesh raining everywhere. Some people chose to swallow poison, and their skin shriveled up little by little in the live broadcast room...

Did they do something wrong? Not really. They have the power to give up their lives.

They have lost all hope. Like believers who have lost their faith, they have come to a completely unknown era, where there may always be only darkness before them..."

"Stop talking." Cole repeated again.

He clenched his fists and closed his eyes, his face full of reluctance.

"As for us...you and I are standing here in the artificial rain, smoking low-quality cigarettes nostalgic for the past, and talking about these nutritious topics.

Our behavior is essentially the same as the guys at the World Forum. It’s just that we say this verbally.

Human beings always like to beautify their behavior.

Cole, we probably can’t escape this barrier created by ourselves..."

"I just sympathize with those guys, but they met such a copy." Cole said: "Qin Er—find someone who is willing to listen to you."

"I'm just expressing some emotions." Qin Er smiled: "After all, if a person keeps suppressing himself and lives like a machine, he will really become a madman."

"You can become a lunatic if you don't participate in the dungeon. Human mental abilities are really fragile."

"Don't look down on human beings too highly, and don't look down upon them too little, Cole." Qin Er said, "Look, although there are always people who are hopeless, in such a world, there will always be pioneers of the times."

"Pioneer?" Cole grinned a slightly ferocious smile: "Are they just those lunatics from the previous players?"

"You think they're crazy?"

"The brain circuits of the players at the top of the list are obviously consistent with the dungeon set by the organizer. Human beings whose brain circuits are consistent with the organizers are not normal humans."

"Perhaps you are right." Qin Er rarely nodded in agreement: "But as far as I know, it seems that so far, there has been no situation where the top players on the list have gone crazy."

"It's very simple to explain." Cole sneered.

He raised his head and looked at the screen of the live broadcast room that was playing in the rain, his eyes turned bone-chilling for a moment:

"——Because those players at the top of the list have gone crazy a long time ago. How could a lunatic become crazy again?"

"Yeah?"

"From the first time I cleared the game, no one is a [normal person] anymore." Cole twitched his lips.

Qin Er looked away.

What he was looking at was a doctor in white holding a scalpel on a live broadcast screen, looking expressionlessly at a path of corpses on the ground.

Blood soaked in every corner of the narrow corridor, and even the orange escalators seemed to be painted with blood.

The weird, terrifying, cloud-like darkness seems to be slowly flowing out along the screen at any time.

...Just looking at this scene made him feel extremely uncomfortable.

Not to mention the players in it.

...Even if these players survive in the end, they are probably not that far away from lunatics in the end.

"This copy divides humans horizontally." He said: "Normal people, and [crazy people]."

"When humans reach a certain limit, they are no longer human." Cole said: "The way of thinking and the three views of this group of people will be very different from ours. They have long been led astray by these copies, but this This is especially obvious in dungeons - in my opinion, the stronger the player, the more deeply affected they are by the dungeons, and the crazier they become."

"For example, the strongest number one player?" Qin Er pursed his lips as he faced the screen.

"He." Cole laughed.

His hanging hands swayed slightly unconsciously, and in front of him was an almost upside-down world.

In my ears, the sound of raindrops continued to drip.

"...He is the biggest lunatic." Cole said: "If I expect that kind of lunatic to lead mankind - then I might as well find a chance. Believe in a religion and expect God to lead me."

"The first player is a madman." Qin Yi nodded: "But he is also the most sane and normal madman. Before he really goes crazy and loses his mind, everyone can believe that he is the most normal person."

"What do you mean?"

"It's not interesting... I was just talking casually." Qin Er suddenly changed the subject: "Ah, by the way, I forgot to tell you that I have recently become a believer."

"It's interesting that a guy like you can be so obsessed...what exactly is this teaching?"

"Lighthouse Cult."

"……What?"

"Lighthouse Cult." Qin Yi repeated in a very soft tone: "Maybe I'm going crazy too."

"Are you crazy? Do you want to believe in that kind of guy?"

"Unexpectedly, I actually think it's not bad." Qin Er smiled:

"...In such a desperate world, everyone has his own god in his heart.

Treating madmen as gods... Do you think it's me who's crazy, or do you think it's the humans who believe in this way? "