National Fortune Bonus: After the new player awakens at the maximum level, he will kill like crazy

Screen A, Cyber ​​Hell——

Above the steel jungle that blocked out the sun, a "K-series airship" covered with tumors and metal tentacles was hovering.

On the dilapidated street below, dark red energy pipes were pulsating regularly like the blood vessels of some giant creature. Humans, numb as zombies, "connected" themselves to them, and their bodies visibly shriveled up in the blink of an eye.

A child wearing a gas mask hid behind the rubble, tightly clutching a rusty metal badge with a smiling face printed on it - it was the "lucky charm" left by his father when he was repairing the robot.

Picture B, the immortal hero’s rotten paradise——

There was no brilliant galaxy in the dirty purple-black sky, but instead there were "stars" that looked like rotten eyeballs.

Countless monks had twisted limbs, with granulation tissue and pustules growing from strange parts of their bodies, gnawing at each other.

In a hall that was extremely dilapidated, a cluster of dim lights suddenly lit up, illuminating several desperate yet stubborn faces in the darkness.

A young monk, his body stained with blood that had long since dried to black, was trembling as he poured the last bit of pure spiritual energy into the fire. The flame flickered, illuminating the blood foam at the corners of his mouth and the light in his eyes: "...Hold on...Wait for the judge..."

Screen C, modern Silent Hill——

The exterior of a skyscraper that looked like it had been abandoned for a long time was covered with creeping shadows and moss.

At the entrance of the sewer, a giant rat with a human face scanned the area with its bloodshot eyes, as if trying to find out if there were any other "lucky" humans who had survived.

On the other side, in the underground air-raid shelter.

The old radio made a rustling sound, and the intermittent voice that came out of it repeated one sentence: "The country...will not...abandon...the people..."

Beside him, a gray-haired old man, wrapped in a thin blanket he had pulled from some pile of corpses, repeated in vain: "...Hold on...The flame will not be extinguished...Someone will come..."

At his feet, a little girl of seven or eight years old was curled up, using burnt charcoal to scribble nine big characters on the cement floor: Defend the country and fight for the people.

Picture D, double pollution purgatory——

Several meters long mechanical tentacles were crawling around the flesh mountain covered with eyes, waving and twisting as if celebrating the arrival of the final chapter.

At the foot of the meat mountain, a "researcher" wearing a white coat that was so filthy that it was unbearable to look at was numbly operating an instrument in front of him that was flashing with black light, pushing his fellow humans into the "conversion furnace".

When a mother was dragged towards the furnace by tentacles, she did not cry or scream, but just struggled to break free and used the last bit of her strength to stuff the baby in her arms into the gap of the ventilation duct connected to the outside world!

The baby seemed to sense the mother's departure and instantly let out a shrill and sharp cry.

But in the blink of an eye, the roar of the machine drowned her out! The mother cast one last glance at the pipe, her eyes fixed with the determination to "stay alive," but the next second, she was drawn into the boiling, bubbling conversion fluid by the tentacles.

On the swaddling clothes, the same nine words were crookedly drawn with the mother's blood:

Defend the country and fight for the people!

.........

"Ugh...! Ugh—"

Su Mohui, the conscious being, suddenly felt a surge of "mental seasickness," and the silent screams of billions of living beings instantly merged into a soul-rending background noise.

And in the abyss, the cold malice, similar to the cancer of the universe, is greedily sucking the "nutrients" of these collapsed worlds through the out-of-control "key to the door".

What the hell is this...is this the season finale trailer?!

Su Mohui closed her eyes, but images flashed across the darkness one after another——

The mother's eyes, the nine bloody words on the swaddling clothes, the little girl's charcoal scribbles, the final spiritual energy injected into the fire by the young monk... were like red-hot shells thrown into boiling water, hitting the core of her consciousness one by one!

Not for the bullshit title of "savior", not for the recorder or system tasks, not even for the "big picture".

Just for these——

For these idiots who didn't give up in desperate situations and still wanted to stuff babies into ventilation ducts!

For those idiots who are sitting in the air-raid shelter with their broken radios waiting for a slim chance of hope!

For the kid clutching the rusty smiley face badge!

For the mother who used her life to convey nine words in front of the converter!

For the monk who injected the final spiritual energy into the flame!

They're still in the "tank," still struggling! Why should they be considered "broken" data and recycled like a buffet by Urobuchi?!

An indescribable rage, mixed with a cold, tangible sense of "fuck his responsibility," erupted from the depths of her consciousness like a dormant volcano awakening! In an instant, it broke through the layers of the pink seal!

However, just before this rage was about to completely ignite her and break through the "tank wall" -

The gap she had forcibly pried open suddenly flashed a white screen of snowflakes, and the perspective suddenly shifted! It was as if the signal was forcibly switched channels.

"Fuck-"

The conscious form Su Mohui narrowed her eyes subconsciously, but the cold, inhuman blue-white light replaced the blood and filth of the collapsed world in an instant and directly penetrated her consciousness!

Picture E, cold focus——

A huge cylindrical life-support capsule filled with light blue viscous liquid, like an oversized biochemical can, stood right in the center of her "field of vision", with a presence so strong that it could choke someone to death.

Su Mohui recognized it at a glance. The thick cabin wall was made of special glass. It was frighteningly cold, and the surface was covered with fine liquid nitrogen frost. Strands of cold air were visible coming out of it.

And the one soaking in it, wearing a plain white jumpsuit (the style is as tacky as the cheap spacesuits from ten years ago), with only the head exposed, and long hair floating slowly in the nutrient solution like seaweed... is the recorder who observes everything!

"What the hell?!" Su Mohui's consciousness was almost choked by the scene, "The recorder... himself was also stuffed into the can and 'recorded'?!" She suppressed her shock and "looked" carefully.

The recorder's eyes were closed, and his face was pale as if he had slept for a long time, but he also revealed the fatigue of sleeping for billions of years.

Countless flexible tubes thinner than a hair stretched out from the ceiling and walls of the cabin like spider silk, and inserted into her temples, neck, spine, arms and legs with incredible precision...even every fingertip was not spared!

Faint streams of light of different colors flowed in the tube, red, green, and blue, just like the marquee in a cheap KTV.

The world outside the cabin is even colder.