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Chapter 208 Chapter [-] · "Embrace High Dimensions, Beacon of Humanity"

"According to your arrangement, we are urgently adjusting your son's mental state, but... it seems that there is no relief..." Facing the middle-aged man's question, the researcher responded cautiously.

"The other top players didn't have such a situation." The middle-aged man suddenly sighed: "Why does my child become a lunatic after just one game..."

"According to research, players who have experienced the dungeon world generally experience a decline in mental state. What's more, they are even accompanied by various mental illnesses." The researcher said:
"Related cases also appeared in the No.60 player Larco on the ranking list. After experiencing the third world dungeon and being brutally tortured by others, after returning, he was in a trance, manic, and often depressed. He immediately Seeking help from the psychological department of the joint regiment, he was diagnosed with bipolar disorder, accompanied by Stockholm syndrome...and has never ended since then.

Elebela, who was once ranked 123 on the ranking list, suffered from Cotard's syndrome after the copy of the second world was broken by sulfuric acid and died. She claimed that her lungs and stomach were completely rotten, even if given She looked at her healthy body data to prove the same, and she thought she had already died of sulfuric acid in the floating city.

At the same time, Iris, who failed in the last world, also has a tendency to be mildly depressed, unwilling to show up, unwilling to communicate with others...

This kind of mental pressure is very common among top players.

We surveyed the players who came to ask for help and found that they all have two characteristics.The first is personal emotional paranoia, and it is easy to fall into misunderstandings. The second is that he died tragically when he returned, and he has not yet recovered from the feeling of death...

The stronger the player's ability, the easier it is to weaken the spirit.If the treatment is not adjusted in time, this situation will continue.

Previously, the department did not pay much attention to this aspect, nor did it take relevant measures for psychological treatment.It wasn't until more and more players asked for help that we realized that death is not that simple for a human being, a matter of closing and opening the eyes.

Each organization has decided to open a new psychological department to treat those players who have lost their will to fight and are on the verge of mental collapse, so as to help them continue to fight..."

"That's all right, all right, I'm not interested in hearing this, it's unlucky, what festers, what's dead." The middle-aged man interrupted him, waved his hand, with a painful expression: "I just want my son to come over normally, don't Let him go crazy like this again, please do your best to save my son."

"We will do our best." The researcher nodded immediately.

At this moment, there was a sound of footsteps at the door, and a young woman walked in.

The woman approached the middle-aged man.

"Mizushima Kawaharu still hasn't returned." The woman said, "Furutake is making a lot of noise. Their successor, Mizushima Kawasora, seems to be about to have a problem."

The middle-aged man said: "There is one Mizushima Kawaharu missing, don't worry about it--it's nothing before the greater benefits. This prosperous age requires us to unite, and what we need in addition to reliable allies, there are also people who are suitable for us. chess piece."

The woman was silent.

After becoming a no end player, she accompanied the middle-aged man to participate in various secret meetings, and witnessed their intense discussions at the conference table with her own eyes.After the mechanism of casual players was gradually improved, this group of people resumed their old business, using their connections to pull up a net for earning points, and reaping more benefits...

In the words of the middle-aged man, it is "adventurous players are just pawns for them to earn points, and they are charges."

And those of them who retreated behind the scenes are the key players in controlling everything.

After all...adventurous players walk on the blade, and may lose everything at any time because of a copy.But casual players like them who have mastered it can continue to accumulate capital, and don't have to be afraid of losing everything if they miss one step.

They are very safe.

To them, these hard-earned adventure players are nothing more than brick-and-mortar workers who work at 996 on the line of life and death.

When everyone is still arguing about who is the strongest adventure player and who can lead the world, these casual players with thousands of points in their hands are already better than those who are on the verge of life and death.

When the progress bar appears and the future of mankind is bright, this group of people is more obsessed with tightening their wallets.

"Eland has already written the strategy?" the man said.

"Well, it's written. His Royal Highness Edward has already read it. Aiden seems to be very interested in it. We also gave him a copy."

"Give it, one more person, and one more hope." The man looked at his son who was howling fiercely in front of him, and said in a flat tone: "As long as they don't suddenly become lunatics and slow down the progress of the world, everything will be fine." Well said..."

……

On the screen, the agenda of the joint group is still going on, and the current agenda is still maintained: [Why did the organizer hold such a game? ] above.

"I won't be Wang Xingkong." Su Mingan said, "Neither will you. Judging from the current situation, our future is very optimistic."

"...Is that so?" Noel smiled, as if he wanted to say something, but suddenly turned his gaze away.

Su Mingan also turned his head at the same moment, his gaze firmly fixed on the screen.

What attracted their attention was a diversion of the camera in the live broadcast room.

Wearing a white suit, the focal figure who seemed to be bathed in light was standing right now.

In front of him, the green button representing "unlimited speaking rights" was shining brightly.

"I think it's a game." Ming said with a smile, "It's a dangerous and desirable dimensional game that puts the fate of a civilization on the line."

The barrage surged like crazy:

【He spoke!He turned out to be able to talk! 】

【I thought he was going to meditate until the end, but I didn't expect him to start! 】

【It's coming, it's coming after all...】

【Is it "desirable"?So the first player is... agreeing that the world game is a human opportunity? 】

[The top players on the list are a group of lunatics. It is normal for them to like this kind of game. Only lunatics can resonate with the organizer who is like a lunatic!]

On the screen, someone stood up, as if to refute Ming's point of view.

The camera shifted slightly, and focused on the woman holding the black knife tightly. Her long black hair was flowing behind her like a waterfall, and the hibiscus kimono embroidered with pink cherry blossoms showed her soft body lines.

"Do you think this is a game?" Mizushima Kawasora said, "How can there be a game that costs the life and death of human beings and the fate of civilization?"

Facing Mizushima Kawasora's knife-like questioning, Akira smiled lightly, calmly.

"I remember my point of view was clearly expressed at the opening ceremony." He said: "Since you can't resist, then do your best within the circle drawn by the organizer. Looking at a fate mechanism that makes us desperate Playing games, going through inspiring tasks little by little, in exchange for points, in exchange for a ladder to move up, and players will always have endless possibilities—isn’t this the best way to motivate?”

"You know something, right." Mizushima Kawasora clenched his black knife tightly, his veins exposed: "It's about observers, about hunters, about snipers... about those people who are independent of the player's identity."

Min smiled and looked at her like a Gran gentleman waiting patiently for a lady to say something.

Everyone watched the confrontation between the two, countless eyes gathered here, and no one tapped the button to interrupt the conversation.

They are also looking forward to what kind of thoughts this two people who have always been silent can collide with.

"Those people who became special identities and gave up their player identities never came back after a dungeon ended, and they were [assimilated] by the game." Mizushima Chuankong looked at him, his always resolute eyes trembling slightly at this moment: "Can they come back? After the world game is over, can they..."

"Bang bang."

Wilson tapped the gavel:

"Ms. Mizushimagawa, your remarks have nothing to do with the current issue. If you want to discuss [the impact of special identities on world games], please discuss it in our No.14 issue later."

"I just want to ask temporarily." Mizushima Kawasora said.

On the empty seat beside her, lay a bouquet of bright red roses quietly.

"After you killed Mizushima Chuanharu." Mizushima Chuankong looked at Ming: "She never returned to the main god space. Do you know where she went?"

……

Noel looked away.

"A boring question," he said. "Things that can be figured out with a little brainstorming. Ah, how boring this woman is to waste our time on this occasion..."

"Mizushima Kawaharu has become an observer." Su Ming'an said: "I read people's summaries on the forum. If you die in the world copy and don't return in time, you may have obtained the conditions to become a special status. See The same goes for Haru Mizushimagawa—she really wants to help her sister in this way."

He remembered Mizushima Chuanharu's appearance in the Fifth World at that time.

In front of her, she bowed her head and knelt on her knees, begging for mercy in front of the whole world, shouting sorry, stepping on the mud, and everyone was laughing at her.

Under Hui Shuhang's coercion, she died as lightly as a feather.

But before that, she let go of all her dignity, from a wayward and proud eldest lady to a pawn of the family who betrayed her body.

...Maybe after that, she decided to use another way, not as a player, to find a way that suits her.

"Well." Noel nodded: "It has nothing to do with us anyway."

He stretched out his hand, and the action was simple and straightforward.

"Now, Su Ming'an, I sincerely invite you to cooperate with me." He said:
"You are the number one player, the hope of humanity.

This world game does not bring about a crisis, but an evolution of the weak and the strong.

Evolve suitable people and let them embrace high dimensions.Weed out the unfit and let them self-destruct.

I hope you stand to the end, for which I can provide you with all support, including props, public opinion, and information before the start of the world copy.

And there is one and only one obligation you need to fulfill—"

A touch of pure comfort bloomed in Nuo Er's eyes.

"It's embracing Gao Wei." He said.

Su Mingan's eyes shifted slightly.

Noel continued:

"The human self-rescue meeting is meaningless-you think so, right? Otherwise, you wouldn't let the clone attend, and come to the amusement park with me.

Humanity is already doomed, and our future looks bleak.

Even if we jump out of this game, what awaits us is still endless reincarnation. "

"Hold my hand and join the new world." Noel stretched out his hand and spread his fingers, waiting for him to hold it: "We share [the special identity given by the organizer], and we are all the most suitable for evolution.

Forget about the crude human self-rescue organization of the United Corps.Even at this juncture, they still can't see the reality clearly, and they still want to fight to the death for that little bit of power.

Let go of the pattern and enlarge your horizons.

Here I have an opportunity suitable for your evolution.

We—" Noel smiled, and there seemed to be a clear light in his eyes:
"—has an incomparably grand [New World]."

Su Mingan turned his head.

He didn't answer Noel's question directly, and then looked out the window.

"—what do you think I saw?" he said softly.

Noel was taken aback for a moment and looked out the window.

Through a thin pane of glass, his gaze touched a bleak sky.

A ray of skylight, like a light belt of light, spread down.

That was the last ray of brilliance under the setting sun, and at this time it gradually shifted with the movement of the Ferris wheel.

The first player sitting opposite was bathed in blood-thick radiance, like a still color photo.

A slanted band of light slowly faded away.

Ferris wheel, turned to the highest point.

(End of this chapter)