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Chapter 1341: One Thousand Three Hundred and Thirty-Five·Angel Line 1· "You are such a good person."

Si Que was finally rescued by a blue-haired girl.

Her name is Nagasha. She comes from the sea, has a sense of justice, and hates bullying the most.

Bringing Si Que to a safe place, Nagasha looked into Si Que's eyes with pity: "Stranger, why did they bully you? Tell me, and I will bring justice to you."

Si Que shook his head: "They didn't bully me, they were just seeking revenge. Justice is not on my side, but in their hands."

Nagasha comforted him, "You don't have to be afraid. Just tell me the truth. Tell me, why did they bully you?"

"They did not bully me. I was the one who committed the sin first." Si Que remained unchanged and did not refute himself.

Nagasha still thought that Si Que was lying. Si Que didn't look like a bad person. He must have been coerced and that was why he refused to defend himself.

But soon, she discovered that she was wrong.

The person she saved... was really a bad guy.

Because at this moment, Si Que suddenly raised his head and smiled at her.

Although his eyes were broken and blood was flowing on his cheeks, making him look extremely terrifying, this smile suddenly struck Natasha's heart.

"You are such a good person." Si Que said with a smile, "Are you willing to be my accomplice? I promise to give you everything."

Nagasha subconsciously wanted to refuse: "I'm just passing by..."

Si Que whispered, "You don't want to? It's okay, I won't force you, but I'm alone now, I can't see anything, and I can't move. Can you stay with me for a few days? I will pay you."

Nagasha thought about it and decided that she really couldn't just leave this seriously injured child alone, so she nodded.

The next scene is at the execution ground. Si Que is sitting on a high platform. His eyes are still not healed. He is wearing a crimson eye mask. The crystals hanging from the mask are like tears of blood.

Below, countless people screamed Si Que's name and cursed him with extremely bad words. On the high platform, he just tilted his head, and the crystals under his eyes collided, making crisp sounds.

His limbs were empty, and he was covered with a wide crimson robe. The sleeves and trouser legs fluttered in the wind, and only his torso existed.

Anyone who saw him like this would think he was a useless person, but now he was sitting on the platform of power, with his eyelids drooped carelessly, listening to the scolding of these dying people.

Nagasha stood behind him, her expression was completely different from when they first met, and she didn't know what kind of magic potion Si Que had given her. She quietly pushed Si Que's wheelchair, and when he wanted dessert, she fed him, and when he wanted tea, she held it to his mouth.

"——Sique Olivers! You have failed your adoptive father's expectations and become a complete devil! You shall not die a good death!!" people screamed.

"——Doesn't your conscience hurt? You have no hands, no feet, no eyes, and you can still continue to write tragedy! I should have pulled out your tongue too!!!"

"——What on earth did the World Tree see in you that it would favor a scum like you!!"

Si Que finished eating a pudding and glanced sideways at Nagasha.

Nagasha took out a handkerchief and wiped the water marks from the corners of his mouth.

Si Que raised his eyebrows and yawned:

"…The wind is so strong today that I can't hear what they are saying."

He was wearing an eye-covering mask, so Nagasha couldn't see whether his eyes were truly distracted or contained hidden sadness.

"Be careful not to catch a cold." Nagasha put her gown on Si Que and said, "After you deal with these people who are rebelling against the World Tree, go back and have a rest. I'll make you a cup of 40-degree black tea with a rose petal."

The audience kept cursing and their resentful eyes were focused on Si Que.

Si Que was eating the bright red strawberry pudding with his eyes fixed in a blank state.

He swallowed one by one, and the pudding tasted sweet and soft.

The bright red head rolled rhythmically onto the execution platform.

One by one, and again, the broken heads collided with each other, their hairs stained with blood.

The people's curses became quieter and quieter, the bodies became more and more, and the blood flowed like an ocean. The bright red pudding was crushed in Si Que's mouth, and the blood-like juice flowed down his chin and rolled onto his collar.

He wanted to wipe it, but then he realized that he had no hands. The juice just kept rolling down, as if people's blood was flowing on his body, from his neck, sliding down to his heart, and then spreading, staining the cloth on his chest crimson.

There were waves of dull pain where the juice passed, and his internal organs, which had been ruptured before, still had hidden injuries.

Nagasha then noticed the juice and quickly took out a cloth to wipe it: "Sorry, it's dirty here, I didn't notice it."

Si Que looked at her bright red clothes.

"clang--"

At this moment, an old bell rang from a distant bell tower, startling a flock of white birds, which fluttered their snow-white wings and flew across the sky. A dozen pure white feathers fell around him, but not a single one landed on him. It was as if even the heavens were unwilling to kiss him.

As the people's scolding became lower and lower, his eyelids drooped:
"Yeah, it's dirty here."

The red mark grew bigger and bigger, like a gorgeous rose.

He looked at his heart, which was stained red, and murmured, not knowing what he was referring to:
“It’s dirty here…”

……

But so what?

He became a piece of dirty flesh and blood in this beautiful world, breeding vivid corruption and causing tragedies that people hated.

He became the source of fear, the creator of corruption, the blood-red juice.

He is a man who will do anything for art and inspiration, and he has no regrets even if he wrote a tragedy. If you always think positively of him and believe that he must have his own difficulties... then you are wrong.

He was never a savior.

He is the demon of Rowsa - Smagpie Olivers.

……

"boom--!"

After looking at the drama memory lenses, Su Mingan acted without hesitation, and the space vibration blasted towards the group of masked men.

Regardless of whether Si Que is good or bad, these masked men deserve to die.

After the explosion subsided, ten bodies fell to the ground. Su Mingan removed the masks of these people and found that most of them were high-level races from Luowasha.

The whole thing is that Boss Rabbit worked hard to make the game, but these capitalists came to reap the benefits. The goal of the Disciple Game has always been to replace the World Game, but it was supposed to be the 2021 version played by Xiao Su and other players. It was the capitalists who brought in the Rovasha people for the sake of gambling interests, which led to an imbalance in the difficulty of the game.

"Boss Rabbit said at the beginning that the Disciple game had more than a dozen copies, but in the end there were only six. It seems that some copies were cut off by the capitalists, perhaps because they were not profitable in their eyes." Phoenix said lightly.

"The investors are dead, but the Disciple Game will continue." Su Ming'an looked at the corpses on the ground: "There must be support from the World Tree behind this. Even if I kill this group, the next group of greedy guys will be pushed up soon, wearing the same masks, sitting in the same banquet hall, and showing the same smile."

Human desires will never end. The pure and passionate rabbit ears, the cat ears that try to save, the hopeless tiger ears...they are just broad symbols, not limited to specific people.

"But at least not so quickly." Phoenix said: "World Tree should consider your feelings."

Su Mingan thought about it and felt that the World Tree’s attitude towards him was pretty good at the moment. It always said that it liked and loved him and had never done anything excessive.

They searched the ballroom.

After a careful search, Su Mingan found a large gift box tied with a purple bow and with a line of small words written on it:
……

[Gifts from the Mechanical Clan to outstanding contestants, to be distributed at the end of the third round.]

……

"Live broadcast reward?" Su Mingan touched the gift box. This gift box was originally going to be put into the game, but all the masked men were dead, so the gift box was left here.

The higher races who were watching the Disciple Game should have noticed that the contestants disappeared from the camera, but they might not have thought that the contestants were going to kill the investors.

"Open it and take a look." Qi Zhou walked over slowly.

"Did you receive any rewards in the first session?" Su Mingan asked.

"Well... I've received them a few times. Most of them were food and medicine. There were also some very special gifts..." Qi Zhou left a hook at the end of his words.

"What special gift?" Su Mingan had a bad feeling.

"What do you think the audience likes to watch?" Qi Zhou said.

"Bloody and violent," said Su Ming'an.

No matter where you are, people like visually impactful scenes. In Danganronpa, people often like to watch execution scenes the most.

"You're right, but you're still young, so you've overlooked something that people love to watch the most," Qi Zhou said.

Su Mingan looked at Qi Zhou in confusion, but Qi Zhou just said, "It's the kind that doesn't pass the review..."

Su Mingan still didn't understand: "What?"

Qi Zhou smiled and said, "Well, staying simple is also a good thing."

"Can't you explain yourself more clearly?"

Qi Zhou shrugged. "Let me be frank. What I received was a very revealing piece of clothing... I won't go into the details. I was almost freezing to death at the time, so I had to wear it even if it was a piece of unsightly cloth in order to survive. So the moment I saw the gift, I understood what those viewers were thinking - they just like to see people who are so high and mighty having to compromise and behave ugly just to survive."

Su Mingan frowned. Even Qi Zhou was like this, not to mention those weaklings, who might be teased even more: "You wore it?"

Qi Zhou said, "No, I tore my clothes into pieces and used them to warm the fire."

……clever.

Su Mingan relaxed his frown. Then, a bad premonition came to his mind. Could the gift box he was opening contain something unsightly?
"Let me take it off, you don't have to watch." Qi Zhou untied the last silk ribbon.

Qi Zhou looked inside the gift box and said softly, "It's not a bad thing."

He rummaged around and found a Su Liujin acrylic stand and some miscellaneous peripheral items.

The labels read: [Contestant No. 1 Su Liujin 60cm stand, priced at 1500 words, 27381 copies sold], [Contestant No. 2 Phoenix square transparent card, priced at 300 words, 19281 copies sold], [Contestant No. 21 Xili 55mm rainbow laser badge, priced at 400 words, 9278 copies sold]...

The industry chain of Disciple Games is very complete. Tickets, gambling, rewards, and peripherals are all available. Coupled with the marketing of World Tree, the profits have reached the peak.

It costs money to read the story, to get on the charts, and to buy peripherals. And all this money will eventually flow into the World Tree.

It is like a complete chain of interests that connects beginning and end.

World Tree only needs to make some card drawing tickets for the contestants, and it can make a profit-making business with no capital.

But what they didn't expect was that -

Phoenix squatted in the corner of the banquet hall and knocked.

"Su Ming'an, come and take a look." Phoenix took a breath and said, "There seems to be another screen here."

——There are still experts! ?

Su Mingan looked up in shock.

He had broken through one screen, but it turned out they were still inside another?
"Crack!" Su Mingan kicked the screen and passed through.

Warm yellow light comes into view.

It was not a movie theater, but a cozy room. A girl was sitting on the bed, hugging a pillow, staring at them in horror. She was wearing pajamas, with fluffy hair, and it was obvious that she hadn't gotten up to wash her face yet.

“Ahhhhh——!” she screamed, “How did you—how did you get out of the screen!?”

Su Mingan looked around. It was a warm room. Behind him was a computer screen showing the auditorium stage of Mingxi campus.

"You are the audience!?" Qi Zhou grabbed the girl by the collar and said fiercely, "It is people like you who take our lives for fun, constantly come up with disgusting game ideas, sit outside the screen and watch us struggle in the game, and even give us gifts from a high position!? You didn't expect that we would come out through the screen to settle the score!!"

The girl turned pale with fear: "I... I don't know! You, you are real people!? Aren't you live streaming a virtual battle royale game??"

Qi Zhou’s heart tightened.

"Don't you, the audience, know that we are living people? Do you think we are filming a movie? " Qi Zhou's tone became even more terrifying, and his pupils trembled violently.