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Chapter 259 Chapter 250 Seven · BE10 · Falling (reader 20210319 leader plus more)

【People are just used to it, from not thinking to blind obedience. 】

[When a group is working hard in one direction, those who turn around or turn around and leave will become heterogeneous. 】

【They are like a dead seedling looking downward for a little bit of living space, like fish in dead water thirsting for the last bit of air. 】

[They yearn for order, correct others, heal themselves, correct rebellion, and eliminate ignorance, but they wander actively, reject alienation, long for reason, and are prone to madness. 】

【——They finally cast their dream of heaven into an endless hell. 】

[And in this age when light cannot be seen, someone actively sank into the drowsy rain. 】

……

Su Mingan walked through the heavy rain.

The sound of rain pattering like drums fills his ears, and the water in the pit overflows his calves.

Beside the tree, fell down like a young man who had fallen asleep. The young man leaned against the tree trunk, closed his eyelids, and held a great sword that also seemed to have fallen asleep, with a very peaceful expression.

Su Mingan looked away.

There was heavy rain on his shoulders, which was slowly solidifying as he moved.

Crystal waves lit up around him.

He stared at Mizushima Chuanharu, his eyes were as silent as stagnant water.

"—I, I refuse your invitation!" Mizushima Chuanharu said immediately.

She has been observing Su Ming'an along the way, and naturally discovered his tower invitation skill. She knows that as long as she refuses, this invitation will be invalid for her, let alone create a barrier to isolate her from the outside world.

Su Mingan's expression remained unchanged.

In his equipment bar, the azure blue skill brilliance flashed.

Special skill [High Tower Invitation]: You can select a player or NPC to initiate a verbal invitation to them. If the other party agrees (any recognition of speech or action is considered to mean "agree"), you will initiate a verbal invitation to the other party. A 3-minute solo duel, unaffected by other interventions.

Special skill [Tower Showdown] (unlocked): When selecting a player or NPC, the opponent's consent is not required.

……

The next moment, a transparent barrier rose from the ground, completely covering the world.

Mizushimagawa Haru was stunned.

...I clearly refused, this is...

"boom--!"

The next moment, violently turbulent air surrounded her.

It was as if countless hands were pulling her body hard, and the surrounding raindrops were shattered violently.

The tremendous force that came from all directions of the world tore her apart, almost tore her thin body to pieces.

[HP-1248! (Crit strike! Combat power suppression! Spiritual suppression! Victims are immune to damage!)]

"hiss……"

Her expression was instantly painful, and twisting ripples flowed all over her body.

She felt like her chest was about to be boiled, and although she was not bleeding, she felt that all the bones in her body were going to be broken.

... If it weren't for the damage reduction bonus of [Victim]'s special status, this blow would have killed her.

She endured the pain, gritted her teeth, and immediately stretched out her hand, a golden radiance flashed like starlight.

[You activated (victim) active skill: Invincible Mask (Used only once per copy, lasts for ten seconds, during which time you are not allowed to initiate an attack.)]

As soon as the mask came out, the pressure instantly decreased, and she immediately said: "—Su Ming'an! Don't you care about Dong Xue's life?? Don't forget, her life is still in my hands!"

Su Mingan never looked back, his eyes were very quiet.

He knew what was going on with Dongxue behind him.

But he couldn't save her.

Even if the barrier of the tower's invitation is raised now to block the connection between Mizushima Chuanharu and the ruby ​​pendant, he can't save her.

Haru Mizushimagawa has been lurking here for so many years, and she must do things to the extreme. Once the red light of the gemstone pendant lights up, there will be no chance of reversal.She is not the big villain BOSS who madly gives a chance in the story. At this time, he has to test his determination. Her purpose is to make him fail here, crazy.

Therefore, no matter what he did now, he could not prevent Dong Xue's death.

Mizushima Chuanharu said this just to give him the last despair and make him think that Dongxue could still be saved.

He has seen too many methods of torturing people's psychology, giving people hope and driving people into despair.

"The pendant explodes at a fixed time." Su Mingan said, his tone was extremely calm: "Even if I kill you here now, Dongxue will still die."

A smile appeared on Mizushimagawa Haru's face.

She raised her hand, her fingers fell down uncontrollably, and her wrist was a little uncontrollable—this was the damage caused by the space vibration just now.

But her smile still remained, and even expanded: "...very smart."

She said with some regret: "...I am still going to make you kneel down in front of the whole world and beg me—like what I experienced in the fifth world."

"You could have had the chance not to kneel down." Su Mingan said.

If at that time, Haru Mizushimagawa could communicate with him on an equal footing and discuss the exchange of benefits, instead of kneeling down, begging for mercy and dedicating his life in tears, he would not have reached that point.

...some people cannot be pulled back.

They themselves are used to living on the edge of the cliff, which has become their comfort zone.

He had no intention of reasoning with Mizushima Chuanharu.

Although Mizushimagawa Haru is stupid, she is not a person who cannot see clearly. She must know the importance of his position to human beings.

But she still chose to attack herself.

Therefore, he can speculate that this behavior should be related to her vital interests... and her special status.

It is precisely because of this personal interest that in her eyes is more important than the future of all mankind, she will recklessly attack herself and bear the huge pressure of public opinion.

According to the words in the damage bar just now, [Victim] should be the special identity Mizushima Chuanharu now possesses, which is half NPC half player identity.Perhaps her mission is similar to that—by killing herself, she can fully regain her player identity, or obtain some extremely precious hidden rewards, such a mission.

Therefore, persuasion is meaningless.

Leaderboards, special identities, various guild organizations... In such a world, human beings are checked, balanced, divided, and classified, and become isolated islands.

With a one-seventh selection probability, they couldn't find their former companions, so they could only start over with their distrust of each other.

In such an isolated world, people work on their own, unable to tell the whole truth.

They are powerless against the organizers.

Therefore, unwilling to be lonely, they will get used to confining their eyes to their surroundings.

... Su Mingan expected Mizushima Kawaharu's choice.

The overwhelming rain was blocked by the barrier invited by the tower.

Inside the dry barrier, everything seemed very quiet.

"Su Ming'an, don't you have anything to say?"

Under the arc-shaped golden mask, Mizushima Chuanharu suddenly made a sound.

Su Mingan raised his head a little slowly.

"...I won, this time." Mizushima Chuanharu said.

She did win.

Even if it's only ten seconds, the invincibility mask will disappear and she will be killed.But Dongxue's pendant had already been timed by her, and if she forcibly removed it, it would explode, and it would explode within 2 minutes.

At that time, even if she died, as long as Dong Xue died, her mission would be completed.

She can get rewarded evolution opportunities for this...

She recalled the rewards and conditions of the mission, felt the passage of time, and felt happy when she saw the gloomy and heavy rain outside.

Suddenly, she heard the voice on the other side gradually sinking.

"...You won." Su Mingan looked at her: "Humanity lost."

"...?" Mizushimagawa Haru was stunned.

... what is inexplicable?

"What did you lose? Why, do you think you can represent human beings?" She said sarcastically, but suddenly met the other party's eyes.

She couldn't describe the eyes she saw at this moment.

Like the sea water irrigating her consciousness, she saw the dead silence in the man's eyes through a somewhat hazy field of vision, like seeing the sun that was falling.

...like dying in a dream of despair.

Mizushima Chuanharu suddenly felt that something was beyond her expectation.

It was obviously an extremely brazen voice, but she could hear a trace of sadness, as if the man was sighing at her.

It was at this time that the vibration sounded without warning.

The field of vision in front of her was instantly reversed, and the sensations in all parts of her body disappeared immediately after the severe pain.

...The moment the invincible mask disappeared, the opponent made a move without hesitation.

Didn't give her a chance to talk much.

The bright red numbers danced in front of her dim vision.

[HP-1023! (Suppression of combat power! Finishing moves! Fatal injuries!)]

She opened her torn pupils and opened her mouth, looking at the world that was gradually falling apart... and the sky that was gradually turning upside down in the heavy rain.

The familiar darkness surrounded her again, like a baby swallow returning to its nest.

……

[Number of Survivors: 3]

……

Su Mingan withdrew his hand.

The isolation mask of the invitation slowly lowered, and the halo spread out like scattered glass shards.

Standing in the shattered light, he turned around.

... Mizushimagawa Haru has figured everything out.

She hibernated for so many years, trying to get Dongxue to wear a ruby ​​pendant as a last resort.

In such a world, Mizushima Chuanharu disguised herself as a harmless little girl, waiting for him to come.

She didn't go crazy in the cruel electric torture, and she didn't die from the persecution of Teacher Baisha.After he arrived, she even made him unaware of Shadow's coma, and she seized the best opportunity in practice to achieve this point.

Her eyesight is indeed short-sighted, she only has her own self-interest in her eyes, and she can't think too much about it.It is also true that he cannot be trusted and cannot be the target of her hopes.

... But it is undeniable that she is an extremely good tasker - her purpose has been successful.

The gemstone necklace kept flickering, and his San value was steadily decreasing.

Uncontrollable, unavoidable.

She was trying every means to drive him crazy.

His gaze dropped.

Lying on the ground, the black-haired girl tightly holding the gemstone pendant with one hand has tears in her eyes.

"...Yang Xia." She called softly.

"Su Mingan." Su Mingan corrected.

"...Okay." Dongxue stood up with difficulty, stretched out her hand, as if she wanted to hold his hand: "...Su Mingan."

Su Mingan squatted down.

The rain dripped slowly down his black hair, and he remained expressionless.

"...It doesn't matter who you are." Dongxue's hand slowly, slowly pressed against his cheek, brushing off the rain on his face, and said in a difficult voice: "...Thank you, thank you for coming to save me. I."

Her fingers were icy, and the rain was also icy. After shaving her cheeks, the new rain clung to her face again, and a chill ran down her hands, almost penetrating into his bone marrow.

"...I'm sorry." Dongxue sobbed: "...the rain is too heavy."

Su Mingan raised his head.

Rainwater flowed down his cheeks, some fell into his eyes, and the blood-red vision was blurred at this moment.

The status bar in the upper left corner has already started to alarm. In the shadow state, his physique is weak. If this continues, he will have the risk of shock debuff.

In his field of vision, the overwhelming barrage was in chaos. He closed his eyes, lowered his head, and looked at the ruby ​​pendant on Dongxue's neck that was dancing like fire.

"Can it be lifted?" he asked.

Dongxue smiled miserably.

She withdrew her hand, holding the ruby, and shook her head with difficulty.

"...Don't be afraid." She said, "I'm already sober. Even if I die here, Baisha Paradise will not be reset. Although it's not a perfect ending, I've... walked out."

"..." Su Mingan closed his eyes.

"But, why." She looked at him, her eyes were clear and clear like glass: "...It feels like you haven't walked out yet?"

Su Ming'an didn't speak.

"...Did a part of you, like me, completely die here?" She asked with a childlike tone.

Around her neck, the bright red pendant flickered like fire.

Countdown to life, last 30 seconds.

The rain fell on her body, and the world around her gradually became unclear.

In a coma, Dongxue suddenly stretched out her hand.

She hugged him as she had done in the cave.

"...Don't be afraid." She said.

It's just that, different from the previous ones, this time's hug was without any humbleness, without a trace of begging.

She simply hugged him.

This hug is not tight, not forceful, not sticky at all.

Like a child comforting each other.

"I used to think...for a person like me who was born with a wrong gender perception and lived such a difficult life, what is the meaning of this life." Dong Xue said softly, her words were very light, as if she was talking Lullaby before going to bed: "...abnormal, unacceptable, unworthy to play with peers, unable to live a normal life... It seems that I should be sent to treatment and correction since I was born, and it should be something that cannot exist."

In the heavy rain, her voice was as light as a feather:

"...But later, I gradually discovered that no matter how bad or useless a person is, when he comes to the world, there will always be traces."

"I like Yangxia, I like everything about her, I like her telling stories to me in a soft voice, I like her gentle comforting me, even the words she urges me to grow up I find beautiful."

"...even though I am her creation."

"...even though I'm still something that shouldn't exist."

"But." Her voice was close to him, and her tone was extremely gentle: "Some things don't exist for [meaningful]."

"Seeing you just now, I suddenly understood what you said to me."

"[We have never been anyone's shadow]." She said: "[And we always have the right to choose not to regret] - they want to deny this, deny everything I have done for Yangxia...but they have no regrets about the relationship between us. feelings—virtually unknown.”

"Even if such an approach is wrong?" Su Mingan suddenly said.

"Even if this approach is wrong." Dongxue affirmed.

"..." He closed his eyes: "I was actually comforted by you in the end."

"Finally?" Dong Xue's eyes were a little confused.

"Thank you," he said.

Dong Xue listened to his thanks and smiled.

The black hair sticks to her cheeks, and the glowing ruby ​​pendant on her chest looks extremely beautiful in the darkness.

In her eyes, there was always an irresolvable frost, as if she had instinctively completely covered up her emotions, and would not open up easily for the words of outsiders.

But at this time, she just looked at him, didn't speak, her eyes were more open than ever.

"Su Mingan." She suddenly called his name.

"Ah."

"Thank you for everything you have done for me... for me and Yangxia."

"……Um."

"...I don't need to grow up anymore." She said, her eyes were clear and bright.

Red light danced in her eyes.

That halo gently intertwined on her face, like a touch of ironing fire.

The gems start to crack.

She reached out her hand suddenly and pushed him away.

When she looked over, her eyelids opened and closed for a moment, like a flowing river of stars.

"...I've lived my life." She said, "...I've tried my best to live my life."

Su Mingan suddenly sat down in the rain pit without getting up.

Violent hallucinations filled his field of vision, he gasped for breath, his eyes fixed on the smiling girl.

"I had a future. I... left [traces]."

She smiled at him.

The flames danced.

In a dark rain curtain, the blazing brilliance flickered at that moment, like a star that suddenly lit up——

……

[From then on, she saw the meaning of pain. 】

【Man's main concern is not to obtain pleasure or avoid pain, but to see the meaning of life. 】

【…And she is trying to have this "meaning". 】

……

"Bam—!"

……

The black is fading and the red pendant is bursting.

There was a clear sound of raindrops, pattering, raindrops mixed with blood rolled down from the girl's blood-stained cheeks, ticking on a piece of cold ground.

The raindrops on her body finally landed.

Overcome gossip and gossip, through the heat and winter.

……

[Number of Survivors: 2]

……

The blood-red light rain fell slowly, and the blood and rainwater flowed together.

Su Mingan withdrew his gaze and turned around hesitantly.

He was walking under the tree.

Under the tree, it looked like a young man who had fallen asleep, with his head down, holding a blood-stained sword in his arms.

When he approached, the eyelids of the young man's eyelids dangling with water suddenly trembled, and then, a ray of skylight jumped out from those eyes.

The young man's complexion was pale, but his eyes were bright.

He coughed as if he had suddenly woken up, and then said: "...Brother."

Su Mingan's silent expression suddenly jumped up vividly.

"You, aren't you dead?" Even though Su Mingan was mentally prepared when he saw the number of survivors, his tone was almost hoarse when he spoke.

"...No, almost...cough, cough cough cough..." Mo Yan responded very weakly, and then began to cough up blood.

Bright red blood slid down his chin, mixing with the blood on his chest.

"That chick Mizushima Chuanharu... Damn, I won't call her a master in the future, what kind of thing... It's fine to make a secret move on me, but she even made a move on my elder brother... Cough, cough, cough, cough——"

He cursed a few words, then was forced to stop, coughing up blood violently, large swathes of blood dripped on his body, like a map stained with blood.

"Drink this." Su Mingan immediately took out the intermediate blood bottle.

The booster had no effect on Mo Yan at this time. Mo Yan was too weak at this time, and the severe pain would directly torture him to death.

In front of his eyes, Mo Yan waved his hand.

"It's useless...Brother." He said in a hoarse voice, "Have you heard of the [Battle Continue] skill?"

Su Mingan fell silent.

[Continuation of battle], praised by players as an excellent skill of "dragging a back before death", is a skill that can still act autonomously for a period of time after the player dies, and can kill the player who thinks he is lore The enemies hit by a surprise.

Obviously, Mo Yan was in this state right now.

... Mo Yan is dead, his body is heading for inevitable collapse, and he can still speak now only because of the effect of his skills.

His life has truly entered the countdown.

"I see." Su Mingan said, "How much longer?"

"3 minutes." Mo Yan said.

Su Mingan looked away.

Mo Yan smiled: "It's okay...it's okay, big brother, I originally ended up just to experience the joy of losing a dungeon in the legend. If I die here, I can still see my big brother...I'm actually very happy. "

"You know, big brother, when I first saw you, I had a premonition... I'm afraid I've hit a big luck."

"I've been deceiving myself and contradicting myself all the time. I don't think the Great God will be so approachable. The Big Brother can only be the Big Brother. If the Big Brother becomes a Big God...can I stop calling him Big Brother?"

"No." Su Mingan said, "You can keep calling, and you can do it in the future."

"...Well, it's fine in the future." Mo Yan said, "The next dungeon, the next world, and so many worlds in the future, it's all fine."

"How long?" Su Mingan seemed to have lost the ability to judge the time, and asked again.

"1 minutes."

Su Mingan nodded.

Mo Yan raised his head suddenly: "Brother."

"I'm here."

"Next dungeon, can we form a team?"

"No."

"...Ah." Mo Yan sighed, "I thought that under such a touching situation, elder brother would agree to all my requests."

"The place I'm in is very dangerous...it's always been very dangerous." Su Mingan said: "This dungeon, you are just being implicated by me. It doesn't have to be this difficult."

"...But what does that matter?" Mo Yan said, "Brother is more [important] than me."

As he spoke, he barely raised his hand and tapped it lightly in front of him.

"Whoa-!"

A large pile of colorful props fell by his legs.

He pushed it over little by little, initiated a gift application, and then piled up these props and equipment in front of Su Mingan like a hamster.

Then, he stretched out his hands, lifted the big sword, which seemed a bit heavy to him at this moment, with difficulty, and slapped it in Su Mingan's hand.

"...Brother."

The signature on the sword surface was now dripping with stream-like rain.

"A chick like Mizushima Chuanharu doesn't understand anything at all, so it's nothing."

"Don't be crazy, brother, calm down."

"...and win."

Mo Yan's eyes at this time were as clear and bright as winter snow.

Moist air pours into the lungs and out of the trachea.

Su Mingan followed the sword and smiled sadly:

"……it is good."

"I will save you."

He said.

Mo Yan's eyes showed a moment of ignorance.

But soon, the vitality inside disappeared like the setting sun.

He closed his eyes.

……

[Number of Survivors: 1]

……

Holding the sword, Su Mingan stood up.

He stood in the overwhelming rain, looking at the distorted vision in front of him.

It was as if the light in a bright room was suddenly turned on, and the black was splashed on it like a paint bucket splashing on the curtain, without any blankness, and the blackness was very sudden, and the clouds were rolling like boiling water. It was pitch black, and looked strange and depressing.

When he took a step forward, his figure suddenly slanted, and he fell into the rain pit in an instant.

In the upper left corner of the field of vision, there is a blood-red bar with a clear 20 written on it.At this time, it was like an alarm beating non-stop.

In the heavy rain, before the dark vision,

——He saw a looming figure with rabbit ears.

The live broadcast room was suddenly forcibly closed by the system.

"Cough...cough..."

He actually started coughing too.

He stretched out his hand, holding the sword, and slowly propped up his body, which was gradually losing consciousness, and dragged it forward with great effort like dragging a sack.

The temperature was losing bit by bit, and the dizziness gradually began to dominate his body.

It seemed that an invisible force had already started to tear his heart and lungs apart and smash his brain.

...Low san value turned out to be so painful.

Those players who were about to go crazy and were on the verge of kicking the door... It turned out that it was so painful.

The phantom pain tormented his nerves, and it seemed that every step he took, the nerves, muscles, and blood vessels affected would almost burst.

It was as if a pair of big hands were pulling tightly on a rope made of flesh, constantly ravaging and twisting.

He could hear the bloody screams coming from every corner of his body.

He moved forward slowly, dragging his body, approaching that figure.

The figure with rabbit ears watched the scene silently until he got closer and closer to him.

With a "plop", he let go of his hand and fell into the puddle.

All the strength disappeared in an instant, and he could hardly see anything.

The cold water flooded his ears, he gasped for breath, and even started laughing.

...and He suddenly spoke at this moment:
"—the first player."

His voice rumbled like thunder, overwhelming the strange whispers that rose and fell in his ears for a moment.

He seemed to be able to hear his own laughter too, a slight, gasp-like laugh, so small that he could barely hear it.

"—Your wish seems to be inconsistent with what we promised at the beginning." He said.

"Ah, yes," he said.

When he opened his mouth, a large wave of rainwater was poured into his mouth, which made him cough violently.

"Cough, cough cough... cough cough..."

The sound of coughing was suppressed in the rain, and he touched his chin, feeling a piece of warmth.

The warmth dripped down the palm of his hand, with a bit of rust and stickiness.

From the beginning to the end, the figure with rabbit ears stood there quietly, motionless, like a god in the sky watching the struggling ants.

And the ants, who were under the heavy rainwater, raised their chins, as if they were going to challenge the gods, and stretched out their hands:
"Then tell me, Boss Rabbit." He said, the smile on his mouth widened: "——can it be realized? I mean, [Redemption Zhai Xing], this possibility—even if I have cheated over you."

The sound of the rain grew louder.

The sound of "crackling" was endless, and the cold raindrops slapped his face.

He stared at the place where Boss Rabbit was standing with his eyes wide open, and his voice was as decisive as a knife.

Like mortals are waging war against the gods.

The figure with rabbit ears did not speak.

He stood still on the spot, his body as calm and heavy as a mountain.

Su Mingan opened his eyes.

The turbulent emotions that have been accumulated for a long time, like magma, spurt out from the gray matter folds of the cerebral cortex, almost filling his cranial cavity.

"...Is that okay? Answer me, in the name of the organizer—answer me."

He growled almost resolutely.

The rain poured into his ears and nasal cavity, he coughed, and his eyes were bloodshot.

He watched him.

Like a god looking at struggling human beings, like a human looking at sheep in the rain.

【…It turns out that the fallen sheep also tried to stand up. 】

"...In the name of the organizer, answer you."

When he spoke again, his words were mixed with some sarcasm and coldness, but it was like a final word:
"can."

Su Mingan laughed.

When he laughed, his whole body was trembling violently, the rain ran down his cheeks and poured into his mouth, he laughed like he was about to choke to death.

The pain that lingered on him like moisture became more and more obvious, but he didn't seem to feel it, he laughed wildly, and the laughter was mixed with extra clarity, like a child who saw a sunny day in the rainy season.

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha……"

Emotions erupted like volcanoes, flooded like floods, and gray, sky-like visions swirled before his eyes.

He smiled, and more rain fell on him, like ink melting into the water.

...and to him, everything was fine.

Boss Rabbit looked at him quietly, watching him gradually stop laughing.

"Tired?"

"I'm a little tired from laughing." Su Mingan said.

"But now, you have failed." He said:
"Also, the world you want to save seems to be of little value."

"Yes." Su Mingan smiled: "...Isn't there Mo Yan?"

After getting an affirmative answer, his smile at this time was as pure and clear as when he was born.

"I came to provide you with a chance." Boss Rabbit said suddenly: "—Although you have failed here and lost all opportunities to pass the level perfectly. However, as long as you become an npc with a special status, I can give you You, the extra upside—you can grow to be as great as we are."

"Like Mizushima Kawaharu?"

"You'll be a thousand times better than her."

Su Mingan laughed: "...What if I refuse?"

"Do you need me to provide you with a picture of Edron and others preparing explosives after the end of the third world?" Boss Rabbit also had a little joke in his voice: "Human beings will add insult to injury to the fallen high-ranking person." My mentality and behavior will always be my best seasoning agent-you should have thought about the consequences of your failure, just like now."

Once you fail here, all your strength will be emptied, and everything will start from scratch.

And when he entered the next dungeon for the first time, he was unarmed and would become the target of other players.

...other players similar to Haru Mizushimagawa.

...other players similar to Edward.

The rain crackled.

Su Mingan closed his eyes, and his vision returned to tranquility.

There seemed to be a thousand jin iron scales on his chest, and his stomach also felt like swallowing gold.

When he spoke again, his voice was still smiling:

"...then I'll trouble you."

"what?"

"Let me die."

"..." Boss Rabbit's eyes showed obvious shock.

He doesn't understand.

In the past, He has also done this kind of task of giving special status to players when they were dying, and there were very few people who refused Him.

Empty everything, die in humiliation, and start all over again, few people can accept such a result.Not to mention, the people he invites are often extremely high-ranking players.

That was the case with Mizushima Chuanharu back then.

She looked into His gaze at that time, as if she was looking at salvation, and she agreed to the request of becoming a "victim" without hesitation.

... He thought that this time was no exception.

The strongest, the strongest number one player, the number one player who has been threatened by his compatriots and put to death by his compatriots, should have agreed to him without hesitation.

Why……

"why."

Thinking of this, he asked.There was an urgency in the words that he himself did not realize.

"Because I can't move for a while...and I don't have mana anymore, so I don't know how to die. Is drowning a bit too much..."

"No, I'm asking, why." The boss rabbit said, "Why, you rejected me."

"This reason..." Su Mingan thought for a while, "If you came 3 minutes earlier, I might agree."

"...Is it because of that guy?" Boss Rabbit said in an affirmative tone.

He was referring to Mo Yan.

"No." Su Mingan smiled: "【...Because there are many such guys.】"

"..." Boss Rabbit was silent for a moment: "You don't seem to think that you will end here. What is your basis?"

Su Ming'an didn't speak.

When he smiled again, his voice softened a little: "...you guess?"

Boss Rabbit turned around.

After being rejected, He had no reason to stay any longer.

Su Mingan didn't wait for Boss Rabbit's answer.

His mountain-like figure receded a little bit in the rain and disappeared.Then, the closed live broadcast room was reopened by the system at this time.

The snowflake-like barrage flew quickly in the dark field of vision.

Su Mingan could no longer read those words clearly.

But he could still guess what it was about.

He moved his fingers and adjusted the barrage mechanism so that the words and sentences that flew across could be played by voice.

A mechanically cold voice rang in his mind, accompanied by the sound of crackling rain:
[Brother Ming'an...it's okay, we still have a chance! 】

[Why did the live broadcast room suddenly close just now, I thought, I thought...]

【He will definitely stand up, he will definitely...】

[This is the sixth world, the first player will not fail - no! 】

【It's okay, brother Ming'an, even if you stop here, I will decide to end... We will definitely fill your part...】

[There are still more than nine months, we still have a chance——]

【That's right, everyone must protect Brother Ming'an who started over!Don't let other players bully him! 】

[There is also Lu Shu, Lu Shu will definitely not leave, Su Mingan, don't give up...]

……

He listened, listening to these cold mechanical voices, flowing past his ears with warmth.

The rain ran down his cheeks, and he closed his eyes, trying to fall asleep.

The cold rain hit his hands, and his fingers trembled slightly.

He tightened his numb right hand, in addition to the almost numb pain, there was also a rough touch from the fingertips.

The blade of the sword landed on his fingertips at this time, and with a slight movement of his fingers, he could touch the scratched signature, the surface was uneven.

...he touched a long, solid sword.

For a moment, his heart seemed to be tightly grasped by a big hand. His brain dominated his instincts, and something like hot blood jumped out of this weak body and dominated his movements. He stretched out his right hand almost crazily. , patted on the ground, arched five fingers, and tried to pull the whole body with the fingertips as the fulcrum.

He feels like the tracker on the Volga River in the oil painting. The fingers that are about to break off are the tracker's fragile and powerful body, and the body like a broken sack is the heavy, stagnant, dark cloud-like boat.

The tearing pain and the stabbing pain of the bent nails awakened him from the short-lived dullness and tranquility of his soul. He opened his eyes, through a piece of blood red, as if he was looking at a new world.

He propped up his body.

From head to toe, the phantom pain gradually spreading from the nerve endings and deep in the bone marrow became more and more clear.

……

[Extreme voices are good at dividing independent worlds, making people alienated and extreme. 】

[People are used to denying this of alienation and denying extremes. 】

[…and to the extreme of alienation, they are to walk freely and with dignity. 】

[Everyone is human—no one deserves to be an inferior, or a god different from other people. 】

[Don't ask who came, don't ask where you're going, don't ask about experience. 】

[And where freedom stops or is restricted, the game ends there. 】

【Denied alienation, extreme—he is happy to see this end. 】

【He has grasped this "restricted freedom", and will use it to ignite a flame. 】

【—He is willing to cast this piece of endless hell into the paradise of his dreams. 】

[He is willing to sink into the drowsy rain. 】

【In this era of invisible light. 】

……

Su Mingan finally raised his hand reluctantly.

He gently and slowly tapped it on his temple, and in the heavy rain, he showed a very forced smile.

……

[Because in such a world, humans are doomed to dance in shackles. 】

……

"cluster."

A soft sound.

……

[Number of Survivors: 0]

(End of this chapter)