First Player

Chapter 259 Chapter 257·BE10·Falling (Additional update by reader 20210319, leader)

[People just get used to it and turn from not thinking into blind obedience. 】

[When a group is working hard in the same direction, those who turn around or turn around and leave will become outliers. 】

[They are like dead seedlings looking downwards for a little bit of living space, like fish in stagnant water longing for the last bit of air. 】

[They crave order, correct others, heal themselves, correct rebellion, and eliminate ignorance, but they actively wander around, reject alienation, crave reason, and are prone to madness. 】

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

[And in this era where light cannot be seen, some people take the initiative to sink into the gloomy rain. 】

…

Su Mingan passed through the heavy rain.

The drumbeat of rain filled his ears, and the water from the pit reached his calves.

Beside the tree, a young man fell down as if he had fallen asleep. The young man was leaning against the tree trunk, with his eyelids closed, holding a big sword that also seemed to have fallen asleep, with a very peaceful expression.

Su Mingan looked away.

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

Crystal-like waves lit up around him.

He stared at Mizushima Kawaharu, his eyes as silent as dead water.

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

She had been observing Su Ming'an all the way, and naturally discovered his tower invitation skills. She knew that as long as she refused, the invitation would be invalid for her, let alone create a barrier to isolate herself from the outside world.

Su Mingan's expression remained unchanged.

In his equipment slot, azure skill light flashed.

Special skill [Tower Invitation]: You can select a player or NPC and initiate a verbal invitation to them. If the other party agrees (any acknowledgment in words or actions is deemed to mean "agree"), you will initiate an invitation to the other party. A three-minute solo showdown, free from other interference.

Special skill [Tower Showdown] (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 Kawaharu was stunned.

...I clearly refused, this is...

"boom--!"

The next moment, the air that shook violently surrounded her.

It was as if countless hands were pulling her body hard, and the raindrops around her were violently shattered.

The tremendous force that came from all directions in the world, tearing her apart, almost tore her thin body into pieces.

【HP-1248! (Critical hit! Combat suppression! Mental suppression! Damage deduction for victims!)]

"hiss……"

Her expression was instantly painful, and twisting ripples ran through her body.

She felt as if her chest was about to boil. Although there was no bleeding, she felt that all the bones in her body were about to break.

...If it weren'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, and a golden brilliance flashed like starlight.

[You activated (the victim's) active skill: Invincible Mask (can only be used once per copy, lasting ten seconds, during which you are not allowed to initiate attacks.)]

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

Su Mingan never looked back, his eyes were very quiet.

He knew what the winter snow behind him was like.

But he couldn't save her.

Even if the barrier of the tower invitation was now raised to block the connection between Mizushima Kawaharu and the ruby ​​pendant, he could not save her.

Mizushima Kawaharu has been lurking here for so many years, so 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 in the story who is crazy about giving opportunities. At this time, he has to test his determination. Her purpose is just to make him fail here and go crazy.

Therefore, no matter what he does now, he can't prevent Dongxue's death.

Mizushima Kawaharu said this just to give him the final despair and make him think that Dongxue could still be saved.

He has seen too many such methods of torturing people's psychology, giving people hope and driving them into despair.

"The pendant explodes at a certain time." Su Mingan said in an extremely calm tone: "Even if I kill you here now, Dongxue will still die."

A smile appeared on Mizushima Kawaharu's face.

She raised her hand, and her fingers fell down uncontrollably, and her wrist was also a little uncontrollable - this was the damage caused by the space shock just now.

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

She said with some regret: "...I am also prepared to let you kneel down and beg me in front of the whole world - just like what I experienced in the fifth world."

"You had the opportunity not to kneel down," Su Mingan said.

If Mizushima Kawaharu could have communicated with him on an equal footing and negotiated a good exchange of interests at that time, instead of kneeling down and begging for mercy and sacrifice in tears as soon as he came up, he would not have reached that point.

…Some people can’t be brought back.

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

He had no intention of trying to reason with Mizushima Kawaharu.

Although Mizushima Kawaharu is stupid, she is not someone who cannot see clearly. She must know the importance of his position to human beings.

But she still chose to attack herself.

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

It is precisely because of this personal interest that she considers more important than the future of all mankind that she will take action against herself at all costs and bear the huge pressure of public opinion.

According to the words in the damage bar just now, [Victim] should be the special identity that Mizushima Kawaharu now has. This is a half-NPC, half-player identity. Maybe her mission is something like this - if she kills herself, she can fully regain her identity as a player, or gain some extremely precious hidden reward.

Therefore, persuasion is meaningless.

Ranking lists, special identities, various guild organizations... In such a world, human beings are checked, balanced, differentiated, and classified, turning them into isolated islands.

With a one-seventh selection probability, they could not find their former companions and could only start over with distrust in each other.

In such an isolated world, people work on their own and cannot tell all the facts.

They were powerless against the organizers.

Therefore, unwilling to be lonely, they will become accustomed to limiting their gaze to their surroundings.

...Su Ming'an anticipated Mizushima Kawaharu's choice.

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

Within the dry barrier, everything seemed quiet.

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

Under the arc-shaped golden light shield, Mizushima Kawaharu suddenly spoke.

Su Ming'an raised his head somewhat sluggishly.

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

She did win.

Even if it doesn't last ten seconds, the invincible light shield will disappear and she will be killed. But Dongxue's pendant has been timed by her early. If she takes it off forcibly, it will explode, and it will explode in no more than two minutes.

By then, even if she dies, as long as Dongxue dies, her mission will be completed.

She can get rewarded evolutionary opportunities...

She recalled the rewards and conditions of the mission, felt the time passing second by second, and felt happy when she saw the gloomy rainy day outside.

Suddenly, she heard the deepening voice on the other side.

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

"...?" Mizushima Kawaharu was stunned.

...What's so weird?

"Why did you lose? Why, do you think you can represent humanity?" She said sarcastically, but suddenly met the other person's eyes.

She couldn't describe the look in her eyes at this moment.

It was as if sea water had irrigated her senses. Through her somewhat hazy vision, she could see the deathly silence in the man's eyes, as if she could see the falling sunlight.

...like dying in a desperate dream.

Mizushima Kawaharu suddenly felt that something was beyond her expectation.

It was obviously a very shameless voice, but she heard a hint of sadness, as if the man was sighing at her.

It was at this moment that the vibration sounded 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 light shield disappeared, the opponent took action without hesitation.

She was not given a chance to speak more.

Bright red numbers danced in front of her dim vision.

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

She opened her torn pupils and opened her mouth, looking at the world that was gradually falling apart in front of her... and the sky that was gradually turning upside down in the heavy rain.

The familiar darkness once again surrounded her, like a baby swallow returning to its nest.

…

[Number of survivors: 3 people]

…

Su Mingan took back his hand.

The isolation mask of the invitation slowly lowered, and the halo spread out in all directions, like scattered glass shards.

He stood in the shattered light and turned around.

...Mizushima Kawaharu has calculated everything.

She had been dormant for so many years and tried to find a way to make Dongxue wear a ruby ​​pendant as a last resort.

In this world, Mizushima Kawaharu disguised herself as a harmless little girl, waiting for him to come.

She did not go crazy due to the brutal electrocution, nor did she die from Teacher Baisha's persecution. After he arrived, she even made him unaware of Ying's coma, seizing the best opportunity in practice to achieve this point.

Her vision is indeed short-sighted. She only has personal interests in her eyes and cannot think too much. It is true that he cannot be trusted and cannot be the target of her hopes.

...but it is undeniable that she is an extremely good task worker - her purpose has been successful.

The gem necklace kept flashing, and his sanity level was steadily declining.

Uncontrollable, unavoidable.

She was using every means to drive him crazy.

His eyes dropped.

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

"...Yang Xia." She called softly.

"Su Ming'an." Su Ming'an corrected.

"...Okay." Dongxue stood up with difficulty and stretched out her hand, as if she wanted to hold his hand: "...Su Ming'an."

Su Mingan squatted down.

The rain slowly dripped down his black hair, but he remained expressionless.

"...No matter who you are." Dongxue's hand slowly and slowly pressed against his cheek, brushing the rain off his face, and said in a difficult voice: "...Thank you, thank you for coming to save me. I."

Her fingers were very cold, and the rain was also very cold. After scraping her cheek, the fresh rainwater stuck to her face again, and a coldness flowed along her hand, almost penetrating into his bone marrow.

"...I'm sorry." Dongxue whimpered: "...The rain is too heavy."

Su Mingan raised his head.

The rainwater flowed down his face, 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. In the shadow state, he is weak. If this continues, he will be at risk of shock debuff.

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

"Can it still be lifted?" he asked.

Dongxue smiled miserably.

She retracted her hand, holding the ruby, and shook her head with difficulty.

"...Don't be afraid." She said: "I am already awake. Even if I die here, Baisha Paradise will not be reset. Although it is not a perfect ending, I have... 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 Mingan said nothing.

"...Has a part of you, like me, completely died here?" she asked, her tone as simple as a child.

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

The countdown to life, the last thirty seconds.

The rain pattered down on her body, making the world around her blurry.

In a daze, Dongxue suddenly stretched out his hand.

She hugged him tight as she had done in the cave.

"...Don't be afraid." She said.

However, unlike before, this hug did not contain any humility or any prayer.

She simply held him.

This hug was not tight, nor forceful, nor sticky at all.

Like children comforting each other.

"I have been thinking before... What is the meaning of this life for a person like me who was born with wrong gender recognition and lived such a difficult life." Dongxue said softly, her words were very light, as if she were talking Lullaby before going to bed: "... Abnormal, not accepted, not worthy of playing with peers, unable to live a normal life... It seems like I should have been sent for treatment and correction since I was born, and I should be something that cannot exist."

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

"...But later, I gradually discovered that no matter how bad or useless a person is, there will always be traces when he comes into the world."

"I like Yang Xia, I like everything about her, I like her whispering and telling me stories, I like her gently comforting me, even her words that urge me to grow up are beautiful to me."

"...Even though I am her creation."

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

"But." Her voice was close to his and her tone was extremely soft: "Some things do not exist for the purpose of being meaningful."

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

"[We are never anyone's shadow]." She said: "[And we always have the right to choose without regrets] - They want to deny this and deny everything I have done for Yangxia... But they have nothing to do with us. Emotions—almost unknown.”

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

"Even if this approach is wrong." Dongxue affirmed.

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

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

"Thank you," he said.

Dongxue smiled when she heard his thanks.

Black hair stuck to her cheeks, and the glowing ruby ​​pendant on her chest looked extremely beautiful in the darkness.

Her eyes were always filled with frost that could not be resolved. It seemed that she instinctively completely concealed her emotions and would no longer be easily open to outsiders' words.

At this time, she only looked at him without speaking, her eyes open-minded as never before.

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

"Um."

"Thank you for everything you have done 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 danced in her eyes.

That halo of light intertwined gently on her face, like an ironing firelight.

The gem begins to crack.

She suddenly stretched out her hand and pushed him away.

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

"...I have finished this life." She said: "...I have tried hard to finish this life."

Su Mingan suddenly sat down in the rain puddle without getting up.

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

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

She looked at him with a smile.

The fire danced.

In the dark rain curtain, that moment of blazing light was like a star that suddenly lit up——

…

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

[Man's primary concern is not to gain pleasure or avoid pain, but to see the meaning of life. 】

[...And she is trying to have this "meaning". 】

…

"Bang——!"

…

The black is fading and the red pendant explodes.

There was a clear sound of raindrops, and the raindrops mixed with blood rolled down from the girl's blood-stained cheek, and dripped on the cold ground.

The raindrops on her body finally fell to the ground.

Beyond the rumors, through the heat and the cold.

…

[Number of survivors: 2 people]

…

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

Su Ming'an withdrew his gaze and turned around with some hesitation.

He was walking towards the tree.

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

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

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

He coughed as if he suddenly woke up, and then said: "...brother."

Su Ming'an's silent expression suddenly became vivid for a moment.

"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, cough..." Mo Yan responded weakly, and then started 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 Kawaharu... Damn it, I won't call her a master from now on. What the hell... It's okay to do something secretive to me, but she actually attacked my elder brother... cough, cough, cough, cough -"

He cursed a few times, then was forced to stop and coughed up blood violently. Large areas of blood dripped onto his body, like a bloody map.

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

The invigorating agent 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 opponent to death.

In front of him, Mo Yan waved his hand.

"It's useless...brother." He said dumbly: "Have you ever heard of the [Battle Continuation] skill?"

Su Mingan fell silent.

[Battle continuation] is an excellent skill praised by players as "drag a back before death". It is a skill that can still force the player to act independently for a period of time after death. It can kill someone who thinks they are dead. Catch the enemy by surprise.

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

...Mo Yan is dead, his body has gone to inevitable collapse, and he can still speak now only because of the effect of his skills.

His life has truly entered a countdown.

"I understand." Su Mingan said, "How long will it take?"

"Three minutes." Mo Yan said.

Su Mingan looked away.

Mo Yan smiled: "It doesn't matter...it doesn't matter, brother. Originally, I ended up just to experience the legendary joy of dropping a san dungeon. If I die here, I can still see my brother...I'm actually very happy. "

"You know, brother, when I first met you, I had a hunch... I'm afraid I'm lucky."

"I've been deceiving myself and refuting myself. I don't think a great god would be so approachable. The eldest brother can only be the eldest brother. If the eldest brother becomes a great god...can I no longer call him that?"

"No." Su Mingan said, "You can keep screaming, and you can do it in the future."

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

"How much longer?" Su Mingan seemed to have lost the ability to judge time and asked again.

"One minute."

Su Mingan nodded.

Mo Yan suddenly raised his head: "Brother."

"I am here."

"Can we form a team for the next dungeon?"

"no."

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

"The place I am in is very dangerous...it has always been dangerous." Su Mingan said: "In this dungeon, you are just being implicated by me. It doesn't have to be this difficult in the first place."

"...But what does that matter?" Mo Yan said: "The eldest brother is more [important] than me."

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

"Crack-!"

A lot of colorful props fell beside his legs.

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

Then, he stretched out his hands, struggled to lift the big sword, which seemed a bit heavy to him at this time, and slapped it into Su Ming'an's hand.

"...brother."

The signature on the sword is now flowing like a stream of rain.

"Girls like Mizushima Kawaharu don't understand anything at all and are nothing."

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

"…and win."

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

The moist air is poured into the lungs and pours out of the trachea.

Su Mingan took the sword and smiled sadly:

"……good."

"I will save you."

He said.

Mo Yan's eyes showed confusion for a moment.

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

He closed his eyes.

…

[Number of survivors: 1 person]

…

Su Mingan held the sword and stood up.

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

It was as if the lights were suddenly turned on in a bright room, and black was poured on like a paint bucket on a curtain. There was no white space at all, and the blackness was very sudden. It was like a cloud that kept rolling, like boiling water. The darkness looked extremely strange and depressing.

As he took a step forward, his figure suddenly tilted and he instantly fell into a rain puddle.

In the upper left corner of the field of vision, there is a clear 20 written on the long blood-red bar. At this time, it was like an alarm that kept beating.

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 cough..."

He actually started coughing too.

He stretched out his hand, held the sword, and slowly propped up his body, which was gradually losing its feeling, and dragged it forward like a sack.

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

It seemed that an invisible force had begun to tear at his heart and lungs, trying to crush his brain.

...low san value turns out to be so painful.

Those players who were about to go crazy and were on the verge of being defeated... turned out to be in such pain.

The phantom pain tortured his nerves, and it seemed that with every step he took, the nerves, muscles, and blood vessels affected were about to burst.

It was like a pair of big hands pulling tightly on a rope made of flesh, constantly torturing and twisting it.

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

He moved forward slowly, dragging his body closer to 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 could hardly see anything.

The cold water covered his ears, and he gasped and actually started to laugh.

...and He suddenly spoke at this moment:

"——Player No. 1."

His words rumbled like thunder, instantly overpowering the strange whispers in his ears.

He seemed to be able to hear his own laughter, a slight, breathy laugh, so quiet that he could hardly hear it.

"——Your wish seems to be different from what you promised us." He said.

"Ah, yes." He said.

When he opened his mouth, a large wave of rainwater was poured into his mouth, which made him cough violently.

"Cough, cough, cough... cough..."

The cough was suppressed in the rain. He touched his chin and felt a patch of warmth.

Warmth dripped down the palm of his hand, with a rusty and sticky smell.

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

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

"Then tell me, Boss Rabbit." He said, the smile on his lips getting wider and wider: "——Can it be realized? I mean, [Redemption of Zhai Xing], this possibility——even if I once cheated Pass you."

The sound of rain became louder.

The sound of "cracking" was endless, and cold raindrops slapped on his face.

With his dark vision open, he looked at the place where the boss Rabbit was standing, and his voice was as decisive as a knife.

Like mortals stoking the flames of war against the gods.

The rabbit-eared figure said nothing.

He stood quietly on the spot, his figure as steady and heavy as a mountain.

Su Mingan opened his eyes.

The turbulent emotions that had been accumulated for a long time were now like magma, erupting 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 roared almost decisively.

Rain poured into his ears and nose. He coughed and his eyes were filled with fine bloodshot eyes.

He looked at him.

Like gods looking at struggling humans, like humans looking at sheep in the rain.

[...It turns 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 they were like the final word:

"Can."

Su Mingan laughed.

When he laughed, his whole body was shaking violently, and the rainwater flowed over his cheeks and poured into his mouth. He laughed as if he was going to choke to death.

The pain lingering around him like moisture became more and more obvious, but he seemed not to feel it and laughed wildly. 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 a volcano, surged like a flood, and gray, sky-like vision swirled in front of his eyes.

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

...and to him, everything was beautiful.

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

"Tired?"

"I feel a little tired from laughing," Su Mingan said.

"But now, you have failed." He said:

"Besides, the world you want to save seems to be of little value."

"Yes." Su Ming'an smiled: "...Isn't this Mo Yan?"

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

"I'm here to provide you with an opportunity." Boss Rabbit suddenly said: "-Although you are here, failed, and lost all opportunities to pass the level perfectly. However, as long as you become an NPC with a special status, I can give you You, extra room for improvement - you can gradually become a great being like us."

"Like Mizushima Kawaharu?"

"You'll 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 explosive preparation work of Edron and others after the end of the Third World?" Boss Rabbit's voice also contained a bit of joking: "Human beings treat the fallen high-ranking people by adding insult to injury. Your mentality and behavior will always be an excellent spice for me - you should have already thought about the consequences of your failure, just like you do now."

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

When he enters the next dungeon for the first time, he will be the target of other players as he is unarmed.

...Other players similar to Mizushima Kawaharu.

...other players similar to Edward.

The rain pattered.

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

His chest seemed to be weighed down by a thousand-pound iron scale, and his stomach and intestines also felt like they were 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 Boss Rabbit's eyes.

He doesn't understand.

In the past, He has also done this kind of task of giving special status to players when they are about to die, and very few people have refused Him.

Empty everything, die in humiliation, and start all over again. Few people can accept such a result. Not to mention, the people he invites are often extremely high-ranking players.

That was the case for Mizushima Kawaharu back then.

She looked at His eyes as if looking at salvation, and she agreed to the request to become a [Victim] without hesitation.

... He thought that this time there would be no exception.

The strongest, the most powerful number one player, the number one player who had been threatened by his compatriots and put to death by his compatriots, should have agreed to him without hesitation.

Why……

"Why."

Thinking like this, he asked. There was an urgency in his words that he didn't even notice.

"Because I can't move for the moment...and I don't have any mana. 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."

"For this reason..." Su Mingan thought for a moment: "If you had come three minutes earlier, I might have agreed."

"...Is it because of that guy?" Boss Rabbit said in a positive tone.

He was referring to Mo Yan.

"No." Su Ming'an smiled: "[...It's because there are a lot of guys like that.]"

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

Su Mingan said nothing.

When he smiled again, his voice softened a little: "...guess?"

Boss Rabbit turned around.

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

Su Mingan didn't wait for Boss Rabbit's answer.

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

The barrage like snowflakes flew quickly through the dark field of vision.

Su Mingan could no longer see the words clearly.

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 could be played back by voice.

A mechanical and cold voice rang in his mind, accompanied by the sound of crackling rain:

[Brother Ming'an...it's okay, we still have a chance! 】

[Why was this live broadcast room suddenly closed 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 your fate... We will definitely fill your share...]

[There are still more than nine months, we still have a chance——]

[Yes, everyone must protect Brother Ming An who is starting over! Don't let other players bully him! 】

[And Lu Shu, Lu Shu will never leave. Su Mingan, don’t give up...]

…

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

The rain covered 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. In addition to the almost numb pain, there was also a rough touch in his fingertips.

The blade of the sword now fell on the pads of his fingers. With a slight movement of his fingers, he could touch the scratched signature and the uneven surface.

...He touched a hard long sword.

For a moment, his heart seemed to be tightly grasped by a big hand. His brain controlled his instincts. Something like hot blood jumped out of the weak body and controlled his movements. He stretched out his right hand almost crazily. , slap it on the ground, arch your five fingers, and use your fingertips as the fulcrum to pull your whole body.

He felt like the tracker on the Volga River in the oil painting. The nearly broken fingers were the tracker's fragile but powerful body, and the torn sack-like body was the heavy, stagnant, dark cloud-like ship.

The tearing pain and the stinging pain of bent nails aroused him from the short-term dullness and tranquility of his soul. He opened his eyes and looked through the blood red, feeling as if he was looking at a new world.

He raised his body.

From head to toe, the phantom pain gradually spreading from the nerve endings and bone marrow became increasingly clear.

…

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

[People are accustomed to deny this aspect of alienation and refuse to recognize extremes. 】

[…And for the extreme extreme of alienation, they want to walk with freedom and dignity. 】

[Everyone is human - no one deserves to be an inferior human being or a god different from others. 】

[Don’t ask who comes, don’t ask where you are going, don’t ask about your 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 use it to ignite the fire. 】

[——He is willing to turn this endless hell into the paradise of his dreams. 】

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

[In this era where light cannot be seen. 】

…

Su Mingan finally raised his hand reluctantly.

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

…

[Because in such a world, humans are destined to dance in chains. 】

…

"cluster."

A soft sound.

…

[Number of survivors: 0]