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Chapter 1199: One Thousand One Hundred Ninety-Six·"You are a good person (Part )."

"You... don't worry about me... go to school." Lu Shu said stutteringly, he felt a splitting headache.

"It's okay. I want to help you." The boy took out some change: "Let me buy you something to eat. Do you know how to use medical insurance? I can teach you..."

They had already walked into the alley, and the disgusted looks disappeared.

Lu Shu turned around, his emerald eyes hidden between layers of white hair. He actually felt lucky - the boy didn't remember him. At least, the gentle young master on Mount Taihua was still alive. If even the boy knew who he was, then the young master of the Lu family would be completely dead.

“…Stay away from me.” Lu Shu said, “Otherwise I will…beat you.”

——Stay away from me. Otherwise, those enemies will target you.

The boy looked puzzled and said "Huh?" He didn't seem to understand why his kindness was rewarded with a beating and scolding.

“Hurry…get out of here.” Lu Shu said tremblingly.

He had met many kind-hearted people before, but their kindness always disappeared in various forms.

The child who brought him a cotton-padded jacket never came back the next day. The old lady who wanted to take him home soon had her house in a mess. The teacher who wanted to send him to school was soon told not to get involved. The urban management officer who took him to collect the relief money was replaced the next day.

The warmth that comes briefly will soon disappear. He returned to the bridge hole alone and empty-handed again and again. He was afraid of others' help, and every time he touched warmth, he felt like he was being burned.

"You don't have to be afraid. If you're worried about something, I can take you to get help..." The boy held his hand.

"Snapped!"

Hands are opened.

Lu Shu used up his last bit of strength to push the boy out of the alley, then turned and ran back into the alley.

After running for more than ten seconds, he looked back.

——There is no boy at the entrance of the alley.

It seemed that the boy had lost his patience. After all, who wouldn't be afraid of a homeless man with mental problems?

His body suddenly lost all strength, and Lu Shu collapsed to the ground, with a splitting pain in his head.

Ha, ha, ha, ha…

Under his wet white hair, he hung his head dejectedly, not knowing whether to cry or laugh.

...That's good, don't get close to him.

He is a huge stain of mold. Anyone who extends a helping hand to him will be targeted by the "virus".

He had thought of the worst possible scenario.

When I really can't afford medicine and can't survive anymore... I'll take a knife and go and commit suicide against my enemies. As long as I can drag one or two people down with me... even one or two will do...

This was the last thing he could do.

When he returned to the bridge, he found some old clothes and bread where he was lying. He heard from other homeless people that a teenager had delivered supplies to all the homeless people.

Lu Shu ate the bread silently and wrapped himself tightly in his old clothes. Most of these clothes were children's clothes, and there were some marker graffiti on them.

The boy didn't give up.

He thought silently.

…Even though he was met with cold stares and insults, he still wanted to help the homeless.

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[September 2024, 9, heavy rain.]

[Today, I passed by a bridge tunnel and saw some homeless people, who were shivering under newspapers.]

[I gave them some old clothes and bread, hoping that their lives would be better.]

[…I am just an ordinary person, and I can only do this. If I can become someone like my father, maybe I can help them find a new place to go…]

[But when I see many social events, I am the one who is filled with indignation and I am also the one who feels powerless...]

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By the end of the month, Lu Shu's illness was completely out of control.

His memory was getting worse, and he also had problems with literacy and cognitive abilities. He was in a coma for sixteen hours a day.

He knew that he had reached his limit.

He had already inquired about Uncle Zhao's situation and heard that Uncle Zhao had adopted another child, who was very happy. That was enough, because that family no longer needed him.

He also knew the location of his enemy and had thought about how to take revenge. But when he picked up the knife, his mind suddenly went blank.

...Where should I go?

The pain filled his brain, as if something was blocking his head. He barely remembered where his enemy lived, stumbled forward, and suddenly vomited blood and fell down.

He can no longer walk.

He fell on the street, his white hair melted by the rain, and the rain turned his hair white. In the dimness, he vaguely heard the sound of Christmas songs and the aroma of hot pot.

"Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way~"

No one paid attention to the homeless man lying dead in the alley.

It turned out that even if he wanted revenge, he no longer had the strength to do so, and even a child could easily push him down.

"What a joyful evening skiing, we're on a sled~"

……grandfather.

He curled up holding the knife like a maggot, his white hair soaked with dirt from the ground, emitting a corpse-like stench. He collapsed to the ground, unable to get up.

…It turns out that after struggling to the end, it is still like this.

He hates.

"The snow on the ground is shining silver, take advantage of the good times when you are young~"

In his hazy consciousness, he seemed to see his past - the carefree life on Mount Taihua, the steaming tea, the never-ending fire...

At this time, a faint voice floated from the dim alley:
"...Ming'an, you went to the bridge tunnel again?"

"…Yeah, but that person seems to be gone."

"…What kind of person is he? White hair, is he an old man?"

"...I don't know. He never lets me see his face clearly. Maybe he has a wound on his face."

"...Did the city management drive away the homeless people these days?"

"...I don't know. I can only go back."

"...Well, go back to the dormitory early, edit the video, and earn some living expenses. Maybe you can help more people."

Two figures walked past the alley, and they did not see the white-haired homeless man who looked like a maggot in the dark alley.

...Who is that person passing by?

Lu Shu couldn't remember. He even forgot what Uncle Zhao looked like. The memories in his mind seemed to be cut in half by a knife. Only his childhood was intact.

"Sing ski songs with your beloved friends~"

My breathing became weaker and weaker, and I could hardly see anything.

He realized that his life was coming to an end, and one final thought came to his mind -

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[——Died in a beautiful place. ]

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Because if someone dies in the alley, it will trouble the cleaners to clean up, and the rotting corpse will scare others.

So, if you die in the wilderness... your body will sink into the soil and at least it won't cause trouble to others.

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"We hitched it to the sled and rushed forward~"

"Flying to the distance~"

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August 9, early morning.

As the first rays of morning light shone, Lu Shu finally had the strength to get up, as if he was experiencing a last burst of energy.

Roll up the bedding and stand up.

Stumbling and trudging for a long time.

When the pain became unbearable, I took painkillers. After taking the medicine, I lay on the ground and fell asleep.

A "mold spot" walking in the city attracted countless disgusted looks. This time he didn't even have the energy to take a shower. He really deserved to be hated.

Finally, he left the city.

Standing on the hillside outside the city, holding his aching stomach, spitting blood, his head felt as heavy as a boulder.

……

——He saw butterflies flying towards him almost all over the mountain.

……

Were they coming to eat his body?
He closed his eyes and smiled.

This is a good place.

The sun is shining, the fields are vast, and the wildflowers are in bloom.

The distant Taihua Mountain revealed a hazy outline, and there seemed to be a rustling of bamboo forests, and the air was filled with the smell of moist soil after the rain.

It was as if there was a handsome young man holding a cup of tea, standing on the mountain, looking at him.

“The sun is shining brightly…”

He lay down slowly, noticing for the first time how warm the sunlight was. His dirty, curly white hair piled on his forehead, revealing a pair of green eyes that were still clear and bright.

He was covered in children's clothes covered with marker doodles, and the sunlight all over the mountains gently caressed him.

He took Uncle Zhao's photo out of his pocket and held it in his hand. He also pressed the address that he couldn't remember who gave it to him under his body.

...Lü Shu never gave in.

he thought.

... Lu Shu died of illness, not from persecution by his enemies. He died of his own illness, not from fire or blade.

No one could take his life away.

He considered himself a barren and barren man. In his short twenty years of life, there was no color, no flowers, and no laughter. But at least, even the barren soil still had a little green. The green bamboo kept growing until it withered and died, so at least something had changed.

In the end, he did not achieve any achievements. He lived like a rat in the gutter from beginning to end, unable to strike a blow at his enemies, becoming nutrients in the mud, being eaten by insects and ants, and dying in despair and pain.

…But, God.

He opened his eyes, which were full of red veins, and he could hardly see.

The insects and ants on the grass seemed to smell his death and began to gnaw at his skin and eat the rotten flesh that had been festering for a long time. He lay on the ground like a piece of rotten meat, emitting a rotten smell.

If there really is a god in this world, please...

Such a barren life, such a failed person,

This is already my life.
Can he...find the third 'good man' that he has yet to find? Can he...have a chance to live...

He really wanted to live...

The sky was bright blue and hundreds of butterflies swarmed toward him.

He slowly closed his eyes, and in the intense pain, his last breath disappeared.

The tightly grasped black knife,

It fell to the ground from his gradually loosening palm.

"clang--"

"Crash-"

The butterflies covered his body, and from a distance it looked like a flowing oil painting.

The malicious peeper in the distance finally withdrew his gaze.

The photos were blown away by the wind, the clothes sank into the mud, and the white hair was stained with insects and dirt. In the disappearance of life, he did not shed a tear until his death, until the last heartbeat in his chest disappeared.

But he hasn't taken revenge yet, he really...

hatred.

……

……

Ding dong.

Ding Dong!

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World Games... Loading.

Player Lu Shu, welcome to the world game.

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God.

Maybe there really are gods in this world.

……

[A young man with a green mantis perched on his shoulder appears at the end of the road.]

[That is the world's top player, an extremely dangerous existence - Lu Shu from Dragon Country. ]

【Yu Ruohe immediately became nervous.】

[Lü Shu walked quickly to Su Mingan and Yu Ruohe.]

……

"Don't be nervous. Su Mingan, the number one player. I am attracted by your theories and actions."

"so what?"

"——I decided to follow you. I like people who always have the future in mind. I like you, and I think you deserve to be my light."

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"You are a 'good person', Su Mingan."

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"You are a 'good person', and 'good people' shouldn't be treated like this...so I have to save you."

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"No, you're a 'good person'. Everything you do is right. I believe you."

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"Su Ming'an is a 'good man'. Anyone who kills him deserves to die..."

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"I will clear all obstacles for you, Su Mingan."

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That day, Lu Shu, who entered the first world, met the number one player Su Mingan.

A 19-year-old black-haired young man with great strength, unlimited potential and a heart of justice.

The most important thing was that the number one player looked familiar to Lu Shu.

He - seems like a 'good guy'.

The ancient martial arts family is too large, and it is difficult for him to seek revenge alone. Therefore, he wants to follow the first player, who may help him seek revenge - he believes that such a "good person" will definitely not confuse right and wrong and despise justice.

Most importantly, he likes such kind-hearted people who think of Uncle Zhao and his deceased grandfather who were not selected to participate in the World Game. He helps such people, which is equivalent to repaying Uncle Zhao - he is saving the world.

But gradually, he stopped transferring his feelings from Uncle Zhao and Grandpa to Su Ming'an. He gradually realized that... Su Ming'an himself was also worthy of help.

Time and again, Su Mingan pulled him out of the quagmire of gloom and paranoia. Even if Su Mingan said nothing and just walked forward, Lu Shu could feel [redemption] from Su Mingan's behavior.

It is a lamp that illuminates the darkness and radiates warmth every moment.

He finally understood what his grandfather said - what is a "role model", what is a "leader in life", and why he needs a "good person".

A "good person" should be like this.

He was willing to be his sword, pointing at all the evil and ugliness in the world, because he knew that Su Mingan would never let him down, and would never let down humanity.

——Even if he died in the dome and became a rotten black beast.

——Even if he died in the City of Measurement, becoming an invisible electronic ghost, waiting for thousands of years until he disappeared silently...

He was willing to be the cornerstone of light.

……

"Su Mingan."

"This game teases us so much that we, as firewood, can only fight against it... or rather, adapt to it."

"But you are different from us. You are the Torch."

"I have been able to judge people very well since I was a child. I think... you have always been the most suitable for this world."

"You are, the best."

"Did I help you this time..."

It starts with interests.

Finally sincere.

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[April 3, 29:4]

Su Mingan suddenly learned the news from afar - Lu Shu killed seventeen people from the ancient martial arts family.

Those people died in horrible ways: their stomachs were filled with garbage, their organs were torn apart, their backs were burned and ulcerated, and insects and ants gnawed their skin all over. It was as if Lu Shu was restoring something.

Players in the Lord God World are not allowed to harm each other. Knowing that Lu Shu wanted revenge, Su Mingan lent his followers to Lu Shu. Lu Shu commanded his followers to do these things.

He put down the fragments of memory, looked into the distance, and muttered to himself.

"Lü Shu."

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Have you gained a new life now?

This time, I helped you too.

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[Celebrating the New Year with Lin Yin and Su Mingan, taking a hot spring bath, watching fireworks, everyone is very happy (happy sketch)]

[No one told Su Mingan that the "good luck" he drew was put there by us on purpose. This way, he should be in a good mood.]

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[February 2. Su Mingan said I was very important. Noel said he wanted to be my good friend forever.]

[Very happy.]

[I hope everyone can survive. (Smiling sketch)]

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(End of this chapter)