First Player

Chapter 505 Chapter 503 BE15

Chapter 505 Chapter 503·BE15·"Heart"

"Noel." Su Mingan called out the name.

After a third of his blood was extracted, he was teleported to Noel.

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[Mir Kris' Blood-stamped Pocket Watch: Calling a person's name can be teleported to them immediately. Each time it is used, one-third of the blood in the body is lost. 】

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A red light flashed, and there was a solid feeling of landing under his feet. Su Mingan looked up and saw Noel attaching a blade to the Blue Rose Cane.

When he heard the transmission, Noel turned back to look at him, astonishment flashing in his eyes.

"...Are you planning to kill me?" Su Mingan asked as if joking.

Noel blinked and understood immediately.

"Of course not." Noel put away his cane: "I think that after the tentacles expand to a certain extent, you may undergo special mutations."

"It doesn't matter, you can run away first and don't worry about me." Su Mingan said.

"...Really." Noel nodded: "It seems that you have made a decision, then I will no longer interfere."

While watching Noel go away, Su Mingan suddenly heard a voice.

This is a system prompt, and the sound is extremely cold.

"Ding dong!"

[The "Purification Road" mission has been completed. 】

[Obtain skill upgrade stone*1. 】

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Su Mingan was slightly startled.

He turned around and found that the tentacles that had been forbidden to move by him suddenly began to spread manically. They expanded endlessly, extending outward like a tumbling river.

They quickly broke through the 10,000-yard range and forcibly helped him complete the task of purifying the road.

Seeing this scene, Su Mingan was not surprised.

...This is also the reason why he didn't run away.

Because he couldn't escape at all.

"Dong dong."

He heard the sound like the beating of his heart again. The surrounding tentacles seemed to be alive, out of his control.

——It’s like the real owner of the tentacles is about to wake up.

He fell into a state of alienation.

Noel, who had already run a certain distance, immediately turned back. A sharp knife emerged from the top of his cane, and he pierced Su Ming'an's heart exactly like the last week.

However, the next moment, a tentacle rose from the ground and penetrated Noel's heart first.

...Before Noel was about to help Su Mingan get back, the tentacle monster killed Noel first.

Noel's pupils shrank, and intense pain filled his body. His blue eyes dimmed little by little, and dark red, bright red, and slightly black blood scattered from all over his body. And out.

His mouth opened slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end only bright red blood came out.

Su Mingan watched this scene.

Noel died before his eyes.

Su Mingan originally thought that the tentacle would kill Noel after killing him, but he didn't expect that the tentacle just got close to him and rubbed his face like a kitten.

It is slippery, greasy, and has a tar-like touch on the surface of the tentacles, which makes it uncomfortable to rub against.

It didn't kill him, it just wrapped around his limbs like it was clinging to him.

He once again felt the situation where his whole body was gradually losing control.

These tentacles entangled him almost tenderly, pulling him and preventing him from escaping. His mind was stripped away, his body lost control, and his SAN value dropped off a cliff...

...He is fully aware of the entire process of being "alienated" by the tentacle monster.

He saw the intricate phantom again, and the gorgeous goo filled his vision. He gradually became less aware of everything in the outside world——

Loss of body control.

Loss of five senses.

Dilution of thinking ability.

The sense of presence fades.

But a strand of hair scratched his face.

Silvery white, like mercury.

He heard a burst of laughter.

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Due to losing the ability to think, Su Mingan couldn't remember what happened next.

In the dazed chaos, he felt that someone seemed to be very close to him.

The white, slightly swaying hair scratched his unconscious ears. She raised her hands and covered his eyes.

"Next, something terrible will happen. Don't watch anything." She seemed to be saying.

She held his hand and flowed through layers of mud. The rich blood spread around, and the huge monster tentacles swallowed the sky as if they were alive.

He sat like a sculpture among the wriggling tentacles. People fled in all directions, and the whole world trembled and wailed.

He didn't remember the specific details, but something very sad and sad seemed to have happened afterwards.

In front of him was the woman with silver-white hair. She released her hand covering his eyes and helped him wipe away the warm blood flowing under the corners of his eyes.

Even though he lost his ability to think, he still vaguely remembered these images.

Through the layers of darkness and sticky substances, he, who was thinking sluggishly, could vaguely see through the blood mist in his field of vision and see the deep sadness in her eyes.

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[…Xi Boer, let go of Su Mingan! ] He heard someone shouting.

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[...Evil god, heretic, today is the day you end! 】He heard someone judging with righteous words.

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[It is a pity that you have still embarked on such a path, Sissi, God Jiu is an evil god, and no one can escape from his temptation. We had hoped that the rest of your life would be easier. ] He heard someone's voice full of regret.

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【……Do not lie to me. ] He heard an extremely sad sigh.

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[Siboer, promise me. 】

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【From now on, you are...】

The sounds are getting more and more complex.

He gradually lost hearing clearly.

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All kinds of sounds blew away from his ears like the invisible wind.

Among the voices, there were male voices, female voices, old ones and young ones, some were shouting, some were speaking harshly, and some were weeping silently.

They merged into a torrent that snaked before his eyes.

at last,

It was as if someone had let out a hysterical, inflected cry.

"Ahh——!"

"ah--"

The sound was like a broken gong, as shrill as the cry of blood.

"Ahh——"

"ah……"

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It was like he was watching a silent movie with no meaning. One thing kept happening, but he had stopped thinking because of alienation.

It's just that these images are constantly pouring through his numb eyes and into his brain that has paused to think, and are engraved in his memory.

Like a puppet being manipulated, his thoughts were hazy for a long time, and he almost forgot who he was.

He only vaguely remembered that during this period, there seemed to be a figure with a mantis on its shoulders, rushing towards him, and then being engulfed in blood.

And he just watched.

Already alienated, he just opened his eyes and watched numbly, unable to move.

Beside him, someone whispered:

"……it's over."

And he could only remain silent.

Outside the live broadcast room, the audience watched this scene in despair. They believed that the number one player would never be able to return to the previous number one player.

The first player has become the NPC's puppet.

He permanently lost his mind in the dungeon, he was alienated, and he stopped at the pinnacle of competition in the eighth world. This was a sad ending.

Noel, the only one who knew how to break the situation, had been killed early by the tentacles and could no longer help him go back and change everything.

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An hour after Su Mingan lost consciousness, a broken white fragment suddenly began to twist in his heart.

"Adventurer, look, our world is very sad." In front of him, the white-haired woman who controlled the tentacles to engulf the world was talking to him.

She got no response, but didn't care.

She touched the bright red cursed fire flower on her head, tied the loosened flower into her hair, and then turned back gently.

She saw a white square solid bulging from the fabric of his chest.

She smelled a smell of gunpowder, her expression changed dramatically, and she was about to pounce.

"boom--!"

The explosion happened suddenly.

Su Ming'an's body was torn into pieces by the explosion. The suddenly formed explosive exploded, tearing his heart directly from the chest and abdomen.

The bomb, which was frozen in time by Michael, finally exploded as scheduled one hour after he lost consciousness, helping him to go back in time.

The white-haired woman looked at this scene in shock. She rushed forward and cried out looking at his broken body.

At this moment, when he was about to die, a moment of clarity flashed through Su Ming'an's sluggish mind.

All the scenes after he was alienated began to replay in his mind.

He remembered most of what happened next.

Death returns.

He opened his eyes again.

In the sky, there are figures of several players coming to investigate. At this time, the world mission of slaying the evil god has just been released.

"Evil God! Today is the day of your destruction——"

In the sky, Mizushima Kawakora, holding a blazing white sword, shouted loudly, his voice like thunder.

The wind on the rooftop of Shibao was a bit strong, and it blew Su Ming'an's sweaty hair.

Beside him, the tentacles lay quietly, and the strange heartbeat had not yet appeared.

……came back.

He stretched out his hand, as if he could still see the alienated fluid substance covering his body. Last week, he seemed to have become an unconscious corpse, a stone statue deprived of the ability to think. The pain of alienation that lasted for a full hour was particularly clear at this moment.

"——Su Ming'an, why are you standing among the tentacles...I see, is your identity this time the evil god? Are all these strange phenomena caused by you?" Mizushima Kawakora immediately locked onto the rooftop of the stone castle at a glance. His.

Su Ming'an turned a deaf ear to her words. He just lowered his head and looked at his hands, which were as intact as new, as if he were looking at some cherished treasure.

In the last week, he had been alienated, watching them turn into pitch-black mucus bit by bit, inch by inch, and his melted fingers were mixed with the various chaotic substances on his body. At that time, he could not control his fingers, control his palms, could not speak, could not move... It was as if he had been trapped in a shell cast by his body, and everything became strange and bizarre in his eyes.

The endless fear made his whole body tremble even now, his eyes moved stiffly, and for a moment, he had a self-destructive desire to tear his chest apart.

...just to curb this fear that continues to this day.

In the past, he could use his body and emotions to do anything that could advance the progress of the level. As time goes on, he no longer sees himself as a full human being, but more as a detachable prop that he transforms into to achieve his goals. He can split his ability to express himself, his ability to convey emotions, his emotions towards everyone, his thinking, beliefs and philosophy, his tolerance of pain and his emotional feedback. Break down his basic logical reasoning and empathy abilities.

...to build a qualified "first player".

Because he is fully aware that he is inherently deficient and incapable, he needs to carry out these "splits".

Because he is weak, because his virtue is not suitable, he wants to use everything available. And the most suitable one, and one of the few powers he has control over, is his death.

...If his death can extend the path ahead, then so be it.

If his death reveals the truth about the level, so be it.

Therefore, in order to obtain clues after the alienation, he could put himself in the alienation for one hour in the previous week to look for opportunities to break the situation.

He thought it was no big deal. He had done many such things before. Whether he died from a hole in his temple, or drained his blood to infuse the magic circle, or his body was torn apart by an explosion, he was crushed into meat cakes, or he was pushed down from a thousand meters high to death... He had experienced such pain. many.

His mental points are high enough, and he is confident that he can adjust his state after the alienation is over, just like he did in White Sand Paradise.

He is not a man as wise as a demon, nor can he punch the organizer or kick the boss rabbit. He cannot cut melons and vegetables all the way like a hero and win the victory easily.

Therefore, he could only open up a path by stepping on his own body.

Human beings travel on the road from birth to death throughout their lives, and they just go back a few more steps between the starting point and the end point. If you don't even have this kind of awareness, let alone win back your homeland in a desperate game.

He just couldn't enjoy this gift of fate called death with peace of mind, and indulged in high status and wastage.

No matter how painful or torturous it is.

but now,

After experiencing death and experiencing the unspeakable pain of alienation that is dozens of times more painful,

The string he had been holding on to was somewhat broken.

Human physical pain,

It can easily spill over into a mental breakdown.

"——Su Mingan, does your silence represent acquiescence?"

Mizushima Kawakora looked at Su Ming'an who was hanging his head and said nothing, and his eyebrows were raised: "Your identity is the evil god, and the players and their guides are compatible. From this, it seems that you are also——"

She raised the flaming sword in her hand and became excited.

"By the way, I almost forgot to ask you - my missing Qing - you have seen her, right? She has been missing since the sixth world. She mentioned to me that she went to find you.

However, there has been no news from her until now. If she comes back, she will definitely come to me...

——Only you, only you can force her to lose her player identity. You two have a grudge, and you are the only person in power who can switch the identity of NPC and player——

——You killed her!"

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Above the sky, a dark-haired woman who looked like a god loudly pronounced her verdict on the evildoers.

The sword she wielded in her hand was the one that burned countless people.

This blazing white flame symbolizes purification. It will burn away all the ominous things in the world. It is called "judgment".

The people raised their heads.

They knelt, sang, and prayed loudly to her brave, straight-backed shadow facing the evil god.

Under the bright, blazing sunlight, Mizushima Kawazora's long hair was flying in the wind——

The wind was filled with the sounds of praise and freedom.

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【In this dome of fabricated beliefs. 】

[…They are the only pair of “sane” lambs. 】