first player

Chapter 522 Chapter 520 · "...It's all your fault."

Hearing this call, Su Mingan was slightly taken aback.

He looked up and saw a tall and thin figure with a long sword on his back, holding a bouquet of jasmine flowers and looking at him.

Under the stone pavilions and pavilions, the young man in ancient costumes blends in with the environment, making him look extraordinarily harmonious.

Su Mingan recognized this person.

In the sixth world Baisha Paradise, this is the only relaxing existence in that extremely dangerous and depressing world.

"Brother, you look so tired." Mo Yan said, "Brother, pay attention to rest, sleep more, I, I feel sorry for Big Brother..."

The smile on his face has not changed, it is still heart-warming.

"You...why are you here?" Su Mingan remembered the list of contestants, among the top [-] contestants, there was absolutely no Mo Yan.

"Brother, I'm here to give you flowers." Mo Yan smiled and handed him the jasmine in his hand: "You said, make a garland and put it on your head, it can restore your San value, right!"

Su Mingan took a look at his san value, it was stable at 65 points, and it has never dropped.

"How did you come here?" he asked.

"Me? I feel sorry for big brother. I thought that big brother hasn't contacted me for a long time. Did he forget me? So I used special props to come over to see big brother. Big brother looks really tired." Mo Yan said.

Mo Yan tore the jasmine in his hand, tore off the petals one by one, strung them together with the branches, and made a simple garland.

"Look." He stretched out his hand and put the wreath on Su Mingan's head: "Look, bro, have you returned to San? I specially used 12 flowers, which are quite standard."

Su Mingan ignored the wreath and walked outside.

"Big brother, where are you going now? Big brother is going to the first tribe, right?" Mo Yan followed behind him.

"Correct."

"What is Big Brother going to the first tribe for?" Mo Yan raised the sword in his hand: "--I know! Big Brother must be going to punch the young patriarch, grab power, and become a hundred gods!"

Su Mingan ignored Mo Yan.

"Brother, is he in a bad mood?" Mo Yan approached.

"No."

"I see... Is Big Brother influenced by some topics on the forum?" Mo Yan said, "I saw some people say that without Big Brother, human beings will be more united on the surface."

"..."

"They say that a lot of internal friction revolves around Big Brother." Mo Yan said: "Without this extraordinary ability, many similar camps would divide and oppose each other to avoid internal friction - and your existence, Big Brother, has not diminished at all. Internal friction."

Su Mingan's steps stopped.

"Edward and the others want to kill you—in essence, they are creating internal friction." Mo Yan said: "When humans start to fear themselves as humans, this is the beginning of internal friction. Without Big Brother, human beings would not have so much internal friction—Big Brother , your existence is a mistake."

"...You entered the dungeon just to tell me this?" Su Mingan said.

"Ha, hahaha..." Mo Yan scratched his head: "I don't think they are wrong, so I said this..."

"There's something wrong." Su Mingan said, "Human beings are rich in thought."

He felt the moisture on his body getting heavier and heavier.

When he touched his face, his hands felt wet.

"Brother, you have to keep going." Mo Yan said suddenly: "Just like playing the second part, go on clearly and thoroughly."

"..."

"Brother, you know that when saving people, you are at risk of self-inflicted danger, you have the awareness and ability to understand what you are doing, and you are also aware of the consequences, so you should accept the outcome calmly Oh." Mo Yan said.

"..."

"The performer played a piece of piano music for the dying old man, allowing the old man to see all the scenery he wanted to see. The performer saved the old man...but who can save the performer?" Mo Yan said.

……

Su Mingan opened his eyes slightly.

Brilliant colorful spots flicker in the field of vision.

The rainbow light, which represents abundant rain and dew and abundant harvest, sprinkles on the body with a slight tingling sensation, which means that it is dispelling their diseases, and is a symbol of auspiciousness and health.

He was walking a little tired, and Mo Yan was chattering in his ears, saying all kinds of indistinct words.

Finally, Mo Yan stretched out his hand and squeezed his right hand tightly.

Next to him, Yueyue floated over and clenched his left hand.

Their hands conveyed warmth, as if supporting him.

"...We will always be with eldest brother." Mo Yan said.

"You are never alone by your side." Yueyue said
……

【Lord God World】

"—Is it true? This is not a joke!"

In the office of the World Society, Carters confirmed again.

Opposite him, in the video screen, sat a middle-aged man with gray hair.

"Edward is now in the highest-level ward, and an expert team has been set up." The middle-aged man said, "He has been like this since he returned, and he may have been affected by death. After all, he was penetrated by tentacles before he died. Sinking into the black mud... It may be the legacy of the special state of 'alienation'."

"This alienation is so exaggerated, will it collapse after everyone comes back?"

The middle-aged man said: "His mood fluctuates greatly, and his mental state is not good. This unique 'alienation' state will stimulate his pain from the physical level, disturb his five senses, and cause mental breakdown.

Just like those mental patients who came back from Baisha Paradise, many of them are still crazy. This is a long-term, even permanent effect. "

"I know, I know." Carters said: "...But those ordinary players are fine, he is Edward, even he will be affected mentally..."

"Should he be suppressed and not allowed to participate in the game again, to prevent the points from being cleared, or..."

"We obviously invested so much..."

"...If there is the first case, there will be the second case. If there is another collapse of the peak player... With their high weight, the overall progress bar, will it..."

"……I see."

A few cigarette butts fell into the ashtray, and the degree of distortion of the cigarette body revealed Carters' irritated and heavy mood.

"Do your best to treat Edward. He represents a top player, and absolutely nothing will happen. If he has an accident, most people will lose confidence, and our appeal to challenge the progress bar will be like a child's play." He switched to video chat:

"...Yes, it must be cured. Use the best resources and the best treatment plan!"

"If you don't have resources, just go to those ordinary patients to transfer them! Go squeeze them out! Just say that resources are tight and can't be distributed to them."

"...I would rather die 1 ordinary players than let a peak player have an accident. Do you know?"

"Not only must it be cured, but we must not expose Edward's mental breakdown before the Ninth World begins."

"...If even Edward can collapse, let alone other people, the current situation of adventure players will collapse instantly, and no one will dare to end! Do you understand the importance of this?"

He took a drag on the cigarette and exhaled a puff of smoke ring.

"By the way." He remembered something: "Besides Edward, among the top [-] players, who else has been affected by this 'alienation'? Those who have been affected by 'alienation' are high-risk groups, and they must not have any accidents—especially not in the Something happened right under people's noses!"

He couldn't imagine what it would be like if a top player went crazy under people's noses.

Fortunately, Edward had mental problems only after he came back, instead of directly collapsing under the live broadcast of hundreds of millions of people, otherwise they would definitely be devastated now.

"Oh, sir, yes." The person on the opposite side flipped through the information in his hand: "Ulrich, the 49th player, was once dragged into the tentacles, but soon, the tentacles retracted and he woke up again. Well, it seems that there is no problem at present. Besides, the first player, Su Mingan, has been staying with the tentacle monster for a long time, and even had close contact with it for a whole day."

"How is he doing now?" Carters has been busy dealing with affairs recently, and has no time to watch the live broadcast at all. He doesn't know how the Eighth World is going.

"..." The person opposite was silent for a while:
"Judging from the current live broadcast situation...not very good." He said: "But he seems to think he is normal..."

"What do you mean he thinks he's normal? How much is his san worth now?" Carters asked with a frown.

If the SAN value is lower than 60 points, it is already dangerous, and symptoms such as auditory hallucinations, disturbance of the five senses, and imbalance of body temperature will appear.If it is lower than 40 points, various grotesque illusions will appear, leading players to do some very scary things unknowingly.

If the san value is lower... it will cause irreversible damage to the human spirit, symptoms such as collapse, reality tearing, and even direct madness.Many people became lunatics after the san value dropped below 40 points, and never woke up from the hallucination.

If someone's san value is lower than 40... basically the death penalty can be pronounced.

"Currently, the San value of the first player is..." The person on the opposite side turned his head, as if he was switching the live screen.

"Ten o'clock," he said.

……

Su Mingan wiped away the moisture from his face, and Mo Yan and Yueyue followed behind him.

The colorful brilliance danced in his eyes, everything around him seemed to be dancing with the people, and there was a slight whisper in his ears, like angels and a church choir singing in his ears.

He came to the pavilion table where he had tea and snacks yesterday, and Yamada Machikazu was sitting there, playing flying chess by himself.

The blood-red, pitch-black, and emerald-green chess pieces fell to the ground, and the girl in blood-colored Lolita lowered her head, rubbing her fingers on the dice, which were as white as bones.

"Yamada, get ready to go." Su Mingan called out, turned around and walked towards Xia La's room next to him.

A thin voice came from behind, a little indistinct.

"……it was all your fault……"

Su Mingan turned his head and saw Yamada Machiichi still with his head down, playing his flying chess by himself.His blood-colored skirt flowed beside the stone table, like blood slowly flowing down.

...It was Yamada who was talking just now?
He glanced at the barrage, but found that the barrage was still the same as yesterday, blurry.

He didn't pay attention to Yamada anymore, and Yamada Machiichi's character was a little depressed.

Yesterday he thought that Yamada had suddenly become cheerful, he was playing dog legs and wanted to play chess, and he also felt that his personality had changed a bit quickly, but now it seems that he is depressed again.

He walked to Shala's room, pushed the door open, and found that Shala was actually huddled in a corner.

"Shara, let's go," he said.

The girl regarded him as Baishen, and she listened to everything he said.

But when he spoke now, she still shivered in the corner of the wall, not daring to lift her head.

"What's wrong?" Su Mingan said, "Didn't you be normal yesterday? Who bullied you?"

Xia La didn't speak, but buried her head in her hair, her exposed eyes were full of fear, like an ostrich hiding in the sand.

Seeing him coming, she looked up, with two tears streaming from her eyes.

"You shouldn't have come here..." she said.

Listening to Xia La's words, Su Ming'an felt baffled.

"...Su Ming'an." From behind, Yueyue floated over: "Look at the room next door."

Su Mingan turned around and pushed open the door of the next room.

In the house, lay a dead body.There was a hole in her forehead where the blood had dried up, the mark of a bullet.

She opened her eyes, and those eyes were wide open, as if she saw something unbelievable before she died.

Luna is dead.

Just one night later, the top player who was sharing dessert yesterday died inexplicably in her own room.

Colorful, dancing colors dance in front of his eyes.

Colorful mottled colors spilled into his eyes, and his vision became more and more blurred, as if degraded.

...is the SAN value too low?
He glanced at the orange bar, and the value had risen to 75 points, which was an absolutely healthy value.

He walked out of Luna's room and suddenly saw Sibel running towards him.

"—Let's go! It's time to go!"

She was carrying her shotgun, smiling brightly, colorful light spots sprinkled on her snow-white hair, and her eyes were full of expectation and joy.

"You killed Luna? Why?" Su Mingan asked her.

"I didn't kill her." She said: "She shot herself. Maybe she's going crazy."

"..."

"Let's go." She stretched out her hand suddenly: "Go to see the sea."

"Look at the sea?"

"Yes, I saw the sea." She said, "Come and see it with me."

She took his hand.

"Wait, now is the period of natural disasters, is there a possibility of poisonous rain at any time?" he said.

"No." She said, "Look, how nice the weather is outside."

(End of this chapter)