first player

Chapter 1447: Ninety-Seven·"F."

The young man in the clown hat saw what these people were thinking and nodded, saying, "To be honest, I don't want the World Game to end. This may cause public outrage, but perhaps some of you can understand."

A man in Taoist robes clenched his fists and said, "That's right. If the world game ends like this, what will happen to someone like me whose strength was wiped out in the first two copies... My damn enemy is thousands of ranks higher than me. He will kill me if I go back!"

"I don't want these dream-like days to end..." a young man cried.

"I'm having withdrawal symptoms. I can't imagine a life without World Games..."

"I'm too weak. I can't even protect my parents... Please give me a few more copies..."

"It would be great if the world game could continue. I've been reading comics, novels, and TV dramas for more than half a year, going shopping at Shushuang every day, and going to various comic conventions in my 2D cosplay costumes. I don't want to go back to school..."

"I want to go to more different worlds! See more beauties! Eat more delicacies! I want to go to the Steam Age! The Ice Age! The Interstellar Galaxy! British style! I refuse to go back to eating pre-prepared meals, assembled meals, and gutter oil..."

This kind of thinking is not common, but it does exist.

"Then what should we do?" A curly-haired young man with teardrop moles on the corners of his eyes walked out. His voice was extremely magnetic. It was Dewitt, the Chanter of the Holt Wizard Union: "Are we going to sit back and watch Rovasha be destroyed?"

"——Of course not."

At this moment, the crowd suddenly quieted down.

A figure in a black robe with a hint of bright golden hair slowly walked into the center of the crowd. He had a calming aura: "If Rovatha is destroyed, we will not survive. But 'Prophet' Alande and 'Exploder' Alger said that if the world master wins the battle for the master of the new world and the first player does not achieve a perfect clearance, the world game can still go on..."

The crowd was silent for a while, then bursts of discussion broke out. Some shook their heads in opposition, while others hesitated.

"We're going to beat Su Mingan? Is that true?"

"Ailante is the 'prophet'...his predictions were very accurate as early as the fifth world."

"I don't want to be an enemy of the number one player. This is too treacherous."

"Why can the world game go on even though the first player failed to achieve a perfect clearance? Do you know any inside information?"

“Enough!” An angry shout rang out. It was from the swordsman Wang Chaoze. He once danced with pigs, but now he was very courageous and shouted angrily: “Do you have any brains? You are incited! Even if it is true, you are nothing!”

Some people's faces changed and they felt guilty subconsciously.

"... Don't blame them." The black-robed blond man said softly: "The chaebols' infighting, all kinds of discrimination, class divide, population trade, population aging, capital exploitation, economic downturn, tens of millions of war refugees... Compared to the peaceful world game, the original Zhaixing is hell."

"Some people want to go back because they were happy before. Some people don't want to go back because they have been robbed and have no relatives, no money, and no home. Why do you ask them to go back and wait for death?"

"Here, we have 24-hour holidays. Back home, we are squeezed by the -to- work schedule."

"Some people, once they return to reality, will face terminal illness, man-made disasters, and being hunted by their enemies. It is natural for them not to want to die. I admit that Su Ming'an is great, but there are more normal people in the world who are selfish, shallow, and cowardly."

Wang Chaoze's face turned pale and blue.

He was so angry that he threw the sword to the ground, then bent down to pick it up dejectedly, pointing at the man in black robe and spitting: "I don't know what kind of high-impurity divine gold you are, your purity is even harder than Su Lin and Nuoer's. I can't beat you, I'm leaving!"

He turned and left, but was thinking about informing Su Mingan.

"——You can't leave." The black-robed blond man raised his lips and put his fingers together: "None of you can leave."

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[F]

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Su Mingan opened his eyes.

He stood beside the World Tree and saw a blond boy floating in the treetops.

"This is... the time when Noel and I confronted each other. Xiaona actually traced us back to this time." Su Mingan quickly identified this time.

The first thing he wanted to do was to control Nol to prevent him from summoning the Lord of the End of All Things, but he didn't expect that Nol would talk to the Seventh Seat for a few words and then turn around and leave.

"...Noel is gone?" Su Ming'an looked at Noel's gradually receding back and quickly understood what he was thinking.

Noel delayed the coming of the Lord of the End of All Things... Perhaps it was to completely eradicate the problem and completely cut off Luovasa's retreat, so as to avoid being traced back by Xiaona again.

I don’t know what Noel is going to do, but now it’s a race against time between me and Noel to see who can be faster.

"Immediately gather the first batch of players to enter the small world and assist Su Mianbao to turn the small world into a social environment suitable for the Zhaixing people to live in..." Su Mingan made a quick judgment.

Using white tentacles as wings, he flew away from the World Tree.

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——Everything seems to be woven into a net, just waiting for the moment of explosion.

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The wisteria sways and the black water surges.

The star sand is colorful and the black tea is lingering.

Today, the magpie received a letter.

A letter from "Lin Hejin".