First Player

Chapter 691 Chapter 689 · "Don't move forward, don't move forward, don't move forward."

A funny scene occurred.

The city lord who led the Dawn War laughed wildly at a young man in the infirmary. The young man was also led to laugh together, no one knew what they were laughing at.

"Haha, hahahaha..."

The city lord and the young man smiled at each other, and their voices grew louder and louder. The laughter was contagious, spreading outside the corridor, and everyone couldn't help but laugh along with them.

They didn't see the dead girl standing behind Su Ming'an, and they all laughed loudly along with the city lord, not wanting the city lord to laugh alone and be embarrassed.

"Smile, the city lord is laughing." Someone reminded those who didn't laugh softly.

Immediately, many people laughed as if they were suddenly enlightened.

"hahahahahahahahahaha……"

Laughter is like a bird soaring into the sky, flying outward with high notes, its feathers fluttering. Everyone is enjoying the sea of ​​joy, and everyone in the corridor will smile when they hear it. I feel like something worthwhile happened in this room.

"What are you laughing at here?" Someone couldn't help but come closer, and the door was already crowded with people.

"I'm so happy. Did the city lord tell you some interesting story?"

"I really want to hear it, but I can't squeeze in..."

"Then let's laugh along at the door."

People looked around the room with smiles on their faces.

These laughs are so sweet and pleasant to listen to. Everyone laughed heartily and cooperated with their city to star in this nonsensical absurd comedy.

Although no one knew what the city lord was laughing at.

Everyone was laughing loudly. They grinned, raised their eyebrows, and laughed loudly, as if all the joy and blessings had gathered here in an instant. Faces distorted by smiles stared directly at each other, and the room turned into a sea of ​​laughter.

"City Lord, hahahaha..."

"I'm so happy too, hahahahaha..."

"It's a holiday today after all..."

No one saw the dead girl on the bed.

No one could clearly see the tears in their city lord's eyes.

People only know how to laugh along with this voice, as if they can join the crowd.

It wasn't until three minutes later that some people finally got tired of laughing, and some people realized that the atmosphere was wrong, and they gradually stopped laughing.

One by one, they stopped smiling, like taking off one mask after another.

"..."

Five minutes later, the city lord was gradually the only one left laughing. He slowly, little by little, bent his body, like a bow bent to the extreme, and laughter flew out through his hands covering his cheeks.

"Haah...ha...wuwuhahahaha..."

Every time he smiled, he would gasp violently and his neck would turn purple. An ocean-like feeling of suffocation surrounded him as he laughed, and his breath seemed to be burning with fire. As the anesthesia wore off, his senses became clear, and his vision and hearing were not blurry at all.

He finally became a sober madman alone.

Everyone looked at their city lord going crazy.

"City Lord...City Lord?" A nurse stretched out her hand, as if testing a beast in a cage. Her young face was full of fear and concern. She was both in awe of him and afraid of him.

Su Mingan raised his eyelids.

His eyes moved slightly, and his thoughts floated outside his body under the influence of the drug, gradually becoming separated from this painful body.

He didn't care who broke his bones, it didn't matter if all his limbs were broken.

He endured burns and frostbite while running thousands of miles, and it didn't matter that his body was completely ulcerated.

His throat was injured but he kept talking, even if he lost his voice.

He went from birth to death over and over again, struggling in extreme pain and hell countless times. He doesn't care about himself, he doesn't care about any pain.

...but she died anyway.

He was obviously afraid of losing, but death made him lose again and again.

Obviously the time could be fixed to the early morning, letting him know that she was dead. But he had to freeze it to the point where there was a glimmer of opportunity to save her, leaving him struggling crazily between the glimmer of hope.

——This made him look back repeatedly but found nothing, made him frantically save but failed, made him try his best but found nothing in his hands.

So at the end of time, after she died, he finally noticed the clown mask on his face. He was painful, laughing, and crazy. The mask penetrated into his flesh, and everyone was acting with him wearing the mask. In this absurd drama, there are laughing people in white coats on the screen, and hundreds of millions of silent viewers outside the screen.

There was too much he couldn't tell others.

He cannot vent in front of others, is not allowed and has no target. Except when it is difficult to suppress, there is no need to show his expression the rest of the time.

...is he allowed to laugh now?

Does he have room to laugh now?

"..."

He gasped, making a sound like a broken bellows, and his body leaned forward on his own initiative.

No one had time to catch him.

"Bang!" There was a sound, and his forehead hit the sharp corner of the cabinet. Due to the huge force, there was a crisp sound of bone cracking, and everyone's smiles disappeared instantly.

He fell into the young nurse's arms, his eyes like hot thorns, and blood hovered in his thick eyelashes.

"City Lord..."

"Hurry and save people!!"

People were running around in confusion, like chaotic reflections flying around. His vision turned blood red little by little, and a slippery sensation enveloped his five senses. He heard the sigh of the gods.

Among the panicked figures, the nurse held him tremblingly, her embrace soft and warm. Under the influence of the drug, he felt like the waves surrounding him. She called him softly, vaguely, as if she was telling him a fairy tale before going to sleep.

"City Lord, don't sleep...City Lord..."

He subconsciously grasped the fabric in her hand, as if holding someone's warm hand.

"Mother……"

Consciousness is silent.

…

A cold storm arises.

The sound of wind and snow flowing in my ears overshadowed the panic of doctors and nurses, as if I had suddenly switched to another world.

He stood up holding on to the wall.

Since the discovery of Yue Yue's body, he has been stabbed to death by Yue Yue once, committed suicide once in the wind and snow, and committed suicide once in the hospital. This is the fourth time.

"It doesn't matter." He said to himself: "It doesn't hurt..."

He took the wheelchair and rushed to the rooftop, waiting for the clone Ming to arrive and kill Lin Guang, using every second to gain time.

But this time he was only sixteen minutes ahead of schedule and ultimately failed.

Yueyue died in his arms, and half of his head was cut off with the sword.

In the fifth week, he arrived 17 minutes early and didn’t lead by much.

She still died in his voice, like a sleeping cat.

In the sixth week, he arrived eighteen minutes early. The defective disease made her sometimes as quiet as an angel, and sometimes as furious as a demon. This time she scratched herself frantically and died, not as peacefully as before. She cried and said she wanted to go home before she died.

He said he was sorry and would let her return.

In the seventh week, this time he did not arrive early. He accidentally angered Lin Guang, who strangled him to death on the rooftop.

Before he died, he saw Lin Guang frantically saying sorry to him, his posture as funny as a clown.

All kinds of situations in the world keep replaying themselves in repeated flashbacks, and everyone's joys, sorrows, and fears are like a slideshow in front of him.

He traveled back and forth in the long river of time, like a spectator following the plot.

Then the eighth time, the ninth time...

Swallowing the potion - going to the rooftop - delaying time - the clone arrived - running at full speed - talking to her - watching her die in his arms.

He even felt that he had gone crazy, otherwise why would he feel numb even to the pain, and even the audience's barrage would be as blurry as snow.

In the tenth week, he decided to change his mind and start with NPCs. Unless he kills Lin Guang, there is no way to speed up further.

Lin Guang is not easy to kill, it can even be said to be difficult.

Except for his hands, Su Mingan could hardly move any other parts. If he made a slight mistake, he would be caught by the endless mechanical army, or even penetrated by a machine gun protruding from the corner. In the end, it would all end tragically.

Sometimes he would be knocked to the ground, his skin and flesh would be torn, and his bones would be broken. The mechanical army would restrain him on the ground like a target. Bullets would penetrate his skin, and his blood would dye the ground red.

After Lin Guang tortured him, he would heal him and say sorry to him for being crazy.

Since the anesthesia had not worn off, he didn't feel much pain. He just watched his bones being broken bit by bit, as if what Lin Guang was breaking was just a white stone that had nothing to do with him.

He once called Lin Guang's name "Lu Shu" to test his reaction. In the end, Lin Guang was so angry that he strangled him to death, as if it was a taboo name.

He gradually watched all this with cold eyes, like a raider staying on the outside. Controlling a game character named "Su Ming'an", he passed such a level over and over again. Because of the influence of the drug, he has no pain and no fear of death. His mentality is no different from the players outside the screen.

Sometimes he was tortured for a long time, and Xiaobi, the agent, would come to save him, but she couldn't defeat Linguang. Before she died, she said something:

"Lovis, I want to sign a contract with you..."

What contract?

Su Mingan raised his head, his blood-stained face and eyes red.

…

Fifteen weeks.

Su Mingan walked straight to the first floor this time, and happened to bump into Xiao Bi. Her green eyes were still beautiful.

"Lovis, why are you here...Forget it, your situation is very critical. I must sign a contract with you." Xiaobi said.

"Huh?" Su Mingan's eyes were cold.

"When I fought against Noel, my memory gradually came to life. I am a special program. You can understand it as an 'anti-virus program', which is essentially an 'anti-virus'." Xiaobi said: "I can program with you. Build a bridge, and when you are invaded by Tawei, I can appear in front of you in time to stop you."

"360 Security Guard? No, I won't be invaded by other security forces." Su Mingan said.

"What 360... Do you know why I came here in a hurry?" Xiaobi frowned: "Look at the color of your eyes for yourself. Do you really believe what he said?"

Su Mingan was startled, then he raised the system mirror and saw a pair of dark red eyes.

He suddenly realized why Xiaobi was coming faster and faster every week. As an anti-virus program, she could sense that someone here was being invaded by him.

An anti-virus program specifically targeted at him?

"Then sign it." Su Mingan said. He had heard Xiaobi's favor hint before, which was a full 80 points.

After signing, they walked upstairs together.

Five minutes later, Su Mingan died again.

It was like a sea of ​​mechanical armies drowning him.

He realized that his path of killing Lin Guang alone would not work. In the sixteenth week, after signing the contract with Xiaobi, he symbolically looked at the legion map, opened Mir Kris's blood-stamped pocket watch, and teleported to Yueyue.

He wanted to try the route of not preventing a nuclear explosion. If he were in the outside world, Lin Guang might not launch a nuclear explosion at six in the morning.

Apart from this, there is no other way...

The moment the teleportation ended, one-third of his blood was lost, causing him to go from seriously injured to dying in an instant.

"Ming'an?" Yueyue's surprised voice came to her ears.

At 10:50 at night, she was still sitting in the truck and was not driven to the pool of blood.

"Stab - Stab -" the sound from the car radio was unclear. This army had lost contact with the main force and was debating whether to return or continue to move forward.

Nothing has happened yet.

"City Lord!" The soldiers exclaimed in surprise when they saw Ming'an descending from the sky.

"Call Dr. Carl quickly!"

"Why is the city lord covered in blood? Is there something wrong on the front line..."

Before Su Ming'an fell into coma, he tried his best to say to her:

"Don't go forward, return..."

Don't move forward, don't move forward, don't move forward.

He wants her to go home.

…

"Bip-beep."

The black-haired young man was lying on the white hospital bed, as if he was trapped in a soft white dream. Lilies and red roses bloom beside the bed.

Amidst the sound of instruments one after another, he slowly opened his eyes.

A row of people were waiting beside the bed. As soon as Su Mingan woke up, everyone stood up with a "swish". These people are all the experts and scholars who came after the end of the Dawn War in the previous week, and are old acquaintances.

He has returned to Doom City.

Yueyue sat next to him, holding his hand. The clock on the wall read midnight. Her hands were soft and clean, without a trace of scorch. The eyes were clear and translucent, without any rolled flesh or ferocious burns.

Su Mingan stared at the clock blankly and smiled.

She lived past twelve o'clock.

He saved her.

Her body will not become very hot, the soft black hair will not wither, the fingers holding the sword will not break like a dead branch, no one will abandon her when she is sick, she can only live in the presence of no one. Losing one's mind in the bloody hell, waiting for death...

He saw fifteen of her corpses in different forms of death, and no one could save her...

A sinking feeling of weightlessness suddenly rose in his chest, as if there was an anchor weighing down his heart.

No pain and loss can tame his soul. He is just afraid of the flashes of light that keep passing by him. He is afraid of the loneliness that can only be spoken to himself.

The girl in the cat-ear hat is still alive.

Maybe, there will be a fairy world that she likes later.

Among the sounds of a group of people celebrating the Blissful Fate Festival, she was the only one who wished him a Happy New Year.

Among a group of people calling him City Lord, she was the only one who held his hand tightly and called him Ming'an.

At this moment, like the wind and rain, time seemed to extend infinitely far. The moon and stars became metaphors full of emotions, and she looked at him with eyes that were more transparent and pure than the moon and stars.

"Happy New Year, Ming'an. You saved us. It's okay. No one in the City of Gods will be fine either," Yueyue said.

"Happy New Year."

He squeezed her hand tightly, and the shadow cast by her seemed to contain countless withered bones of his own, strangling him tightly.

"Let's celebrate the holidays together," she said.

…

Sixteen weeks.

Countless "Su Mingan" died in his memory.

…

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[Perhaps the future I see has another ending. 】

[At the end of the year, the world game is over. Noel is exploring various places. Su Lin returns to his hometown. Yueyue has endless chocolates. Sissi sees the sea. Shen Xue survives with the help of Liu Anna. Alyssa got a happy family, Wang Xingkong became a game anchor, and Xie Lude became a traveler from another world... They all have a bright future. 】

[As for Su Mingan. 】

【……】

【……】

【...Who is Su Mingan? 】

[——From the World Forum on January 31, 2024, "Human Stars Shine" TOP20 Hot Posts]