First Player

Chapter 367 Chapter 365·"White Skeleton"

Silver bells ring.

The sound of players dancing and singing came from outside the door.

The indoor fireplace crackled, and the firelight danced on the warm floor.

The little boy, whose cheeks were slightly red from the cold snow, lifted the door curtain and walked in quickly.

"...Now I have given up all the clues about the royal city, quit my job, and come here in vain." Noel hung his coat on a hanger nearby and said with a smile:

"Leader of the Soul Clan, you must protect me."

He smiled heartily, and his laughter echoed in the quiet room.

He arranged the clothes in his hands and waited for a moment, but received no response.

He turned around and looked at the young man who was still slightly bowed and sitting motionless on the sofa, and tentatively called out: "...Su Ming'an?"

Su Mingan stood up.

The rolled-up map was tightly held in his hand. He turned around and looked at Noel with a pair of dazed eyes.

"Bang!"

The small door opens.

Lu Shu and Lin Yin walked in and saw the current scene.

"What's wrong?" Lin Yin was stunned: "Why are you still standing? The rules of the sea feast are about to be announced, don't you want to chat?"

"You guys talk first."

Su Mingan spoke up, her voice seemed a little hoarse.

He quickly walked out the door and happened to bump into Ying coming to deliver something.

"Where are you going now?" Shadow asked.

Su Mingan took the shotgun, passive potion and weapon from Ying's hand. After drinking the potion, Sweeping Shadow walked straight out.

"Sevia, Archerev, don't follow." He dropped a word.

He walked extremely fast and immediately disappeared from everyone's sight.

"...What's wrong with him?" Lin Yin turned to ask Lu Shu.

Lu Shu shook his head blankly.

"Noel, what did you two say?" Lin Yin asked Noel.

Noel was looking at the figure outside the door.

Heavy snow poured in quickly along the wooden door. Facing the wind and snow, his vision was a little wandering.

After a moment, he seemed to understand and smiled.

"...So that's it." He said.

"What? How?" Lin Yin looked puzzled: "No, I said, don't riddle at this moment, teammates need to fully communicate with each other."

"You guys talk." Noel pulled off the clothes on the hanger and followed quickly: "I'll go with him."

"Hey - don't go, the rules will be announced soon, we only have two people to fight, hey -"

…

The wind and snow are getting stronger.

Su Mingan rushed all the way to the South District Pier, walking very fast.

The arriving bell at twelve rang in his ears, and the Pope began to promulgate the rules.

Su Mingan moved forward quickly.

He did not choose to cover up his actions, nor did he choose to save those who were about to be alienated as soon as possible.

Because in his eyes, this is just a waste.

He has gradually discovered something.

...The organizer may not be able to actually get involved in the game copy.

A copy of the game is more like a system that runs on its own.

It has been extremely fair so far. Crisis always goes hand in hand with high rewards.

He discovered this while browsing the world forum and looking at other people's strategy routes.

——In fact, the game copy is not deliberately aimed at you. Its difficulty matches the rewards you get. It does not deliberately deny yourself a pass just because you are the first player.

The organizer's intervention is limited to the arrangement of special identities such as observers and hunters. They cannot affect the logical chain of the game copy, let alone directly kill a player.

They can only influence the player's actions by alienating and guiding other people with special identities.

What made him even more certain of this conclusion was the situation last week.

At that time, Noel's words were not really a riddle. Anyone who could think a little could see what he was implying, let alone the organizer whose intelligence level should be far above that of human beings.

If the organizer could really intervene in the game copy, they would have understood what kind of ability Su Mingan had as early as Noel blurted out and Su Mingan did not refute. They could have taken action, interrupted the game process, caught Su Mingan, or controlled him. Live him and prevent him from dying.

...But they didn't. Instead, they watched Su Mingan go through a long fall, and then watched him die.

Does this mean that

The organizer can't really intervene in the game?

Or,

Can a subjectively biased organizer be unable to influence a game copy that exists objectively and operates on its own?

So, in this bad situation that is destined to be abandoned, he actually doesn't have to cover up his behavior too much.

According to the information in the previous week, he died at 8 o'clock in the morning, and it was back to this time.

Although the timing of the rollback has little to do with time and is only related to the key plot, generally speaking, based on what he has experienced so far, the time between the two rollback points will not be too close, at least ten hours above.

To be on the safe side, he cut the time in half and set it at five in the morning.

As long as he dies before five o'clock in the morning, he will always have a five-hour head start. He wants to find more clues in these five hours.

He put on a mask and a black robe and headed all the way to the South District Pier. Last week, he heard that something seemed to break out here.

Since the rules have been released, it has become a gathering place for players, like a large vegetable market.

"Sell potions! Sell large blood-restoring potions, slow recovery, instant recovery!"

"Looking for a temporary team. I am a second-level fire magician with a combat power of 700+..."

"Selling photo albums of top players, buy one and three..."

"I'll give up the trouble ahead, I want to get into the ship..."

…

Because the first five ordinary strongholds were all covered by soul hunting, and the royal city and church were inaccessible, this group of players began to gather at the special stronghold at the South District Pier.

There was even a bonfire that had just been put out on the ground, and it looked like someone was holding a party here.

Su Ming'an originally thought that there would be a tragic scene of fighting with each other, but he didn't expect that this group of people was still enjoying themselves.

In fact, for ordinary players, just beating the dungeon is enough. Most of them have a muddle-through attitude. If you can avoid fighting, don't fight.

He switched to Ming mode and forced his way into the crowd.

"Holy shit! Someone squeeze me!"

"Shit!"

Someone turned their head instantly and began to curse at Su Ming'an, but Su Ming'an was very fast. Before they could curse, he had already squeezed through the crowd like Moses parting the sea.

People just felt like a car passed between them, completely unstoppable.

Su Mingan rushed to the front of the group and found that there was an empty area in front of him.

Several corpses fell alone in the open space in front, like a cordon, separating the red crystal stone from the onlookers behind. Standing next to the red crystal stone was a group of players holding blood-stained weapons.

This is a group of sturdy men armed with various cold weapons. There are also hideous scars on their arms that are deliberately exposed, like a deterrent to the outside world.

The players who were watching the excitement stopped moving forward here. After all, no one wanted to become a new corpse on the ground.

Just as Su Mingan was about to move forward, a man with an Asian face suddenly grabbed his arm.

"You don't want your life!" The male player dragged him: "Did you see those corpses in front of you? They were left by those in front of you."

Su Mingan looked forward.

A giant blood-red spar stood in the night, its light was extremely bright, like another sun in the snow.

The players in front were guarding there with weapons. The leader was a gloomy-looking man with triangular eyes holding a submachine gun. He had a string of skull necklaces around his neck, and his exposed fangs were stained with blood.

Next to him, stood several men and women who also wore skull necklaces. The men were strong and the women were tall. Their facial lines were cold and hard, like faces from the North. Many people's weapons were still stained with dripping blood.

Behind them is the southern port of Praia. It is also recognized as a resting place for players who do not participate in the feast at sea. Across the sea, a giant ship was sleeping quietly on the sea. Many players were resting in small boats floating on the sea, completely isolated from the blood here.

"Who are they?" Su Mingan asked.

"The Skeleton Guild, it is said that their guild president is actually a serial murderer who is about to be executed..." the male player said: "Their guild is made up of prisoners from all over the world. They are all a group of people who deserve to be sent to prison." Someone who deserves to be burned at the stake, or imprisoned on the island until he dies!"

"There is such a guild." Su Mingan said.

He also thought that the criminals on Zhai Planet, or some guys who were about to be executed, must have been among the players.

Unexpectedly, this group of criminals also formed a guild to continue their past "career" and continue killing and setting fires.

The male player grabbed Su Mingan's arm and tried to drag him back:

"...Have you seen the team leader in front of you? He is the 896th person in the world, White Skull Carter! Have you never heard of this?"

Su Mingan was silent for a while.

He can't even remember the top hundred in the world, he can only remember a few acquaintances in the top ten, let alone these eight hundred and ninety-six...

Although in the eyes of ordinary players, 896 is already very good. There are even many players who will write down all the first thousand players.

But to him, eight hundred and ninety-six or eighty-nine thousand six hundred are actually the same level...

And, White Skull Carter. How did this name spread...

Did Carter say it himself? For example, before the war started, he would say "I am White Skull Carter..."

Although he has heard that many players will give themselves names, such as "the spear that pierces the thorns of death", "the dark devil", "haunted by evil spirits", "one-eyed hero"...

...Forget it, this is their freedom.

If we don't let these players have some fun, it will drive them crazy.

Su Mingan started walking.

With just a slight push from him, the male player was forced to let him go.

With people watching in surprise, he walked into the open space, walked past the bodies lying on the ground, and entered the "warning line."

His steps were extremely fast, and when he was halfway across the court, the big man with a white skull holding a submachine gun turned his gun towards him.

"You, get out of here." The big man didn't take action immediately, he just pointed the gun at him.

At the same time, other teammates around the big man also raised their weapons. They are occupying points and will naturally not allow other players to enter.

The weirder the players, the more dangerous they are in their eyes. Players like Su Mingan who wear masks are indeed rare, and they are labeled as "weird" in their eyes.

Su Mingan ignored it and rushed forward quickly, as if he didn't see the black muzzle of the gun.

Seeing Su Ming'an walking straight over, Bai Skull fired directly.

He came out of Devil's Island, known as the "death place of death row prisoners". What he was least afraid of was death, and what he liked most was shooting.

The red-level "Devil's Heavy Cannon" in his hand made him feel the pleasure of freedom.

Here, there is no law and no system. For him, the game copy is his paradise, a paradise where life can be judged with pure violence.

If he hadn't been afraid of causing public outrage by killing too many people, he wouldn't have killed just the previous ones.

He fired brazenly.

He gave it for free.