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Chapter 1341 Chapter 1335·Angel 1 Line·"You are such a good person."

Si Que was finally rescued by a blue-haired girl.

Her name is Nagasha, she comes from the sea, has justice in her heart, and hates bullying the most.

Taking Si Que to a safe place, Nagasha looked at Si Que's eyes with pity: "Stranger, why did they bully you? Tell me, I will do justice for you."

Si Que shook his head: "They didn't bully me, they were just taking revenge. Justice is not on my side, but in their hands."

Nagasha stopped the bleeding for him and comforted him: "You don't have to be afraid, just tell me the truth, no one can threaten you now. Tell me, why did they bully you?"

"They didn't bully me, I wrote the sin first." Si Que still didn't change his words and didn't refute himself.

Nagasha still thought Si Que was lying. Si Que didn't look like a bad person. He must have been coerced, so he refused to defend himself.

But soon, she found out that she was wrong.

The person she saved... was really a bad person.

Because at this moment, Si Que suddenly raised his head and smiled at her.

Although his eyes were broken and blood was flowing on his cheeks, he looked extremely scary, but this smile suddenly hit Natasha's heart.

"You are such a good person." Si Que smiled and said, "Are you willing to be my accomplice? I promise to give you everything."

Nagasha subconsciously wanted to refuse: "I'm just passing by..."

Si Que whispered, "Don't you want to? It doesn't matter, I won't force it, but I'm alone now, I can't see anything, and I can't move. Can you stay with me for a few days? I will pay you."

Nagasha thought about it and really couldn't leave this seriously injured child alone, so she nodded.

The next scene was on the execution ground, Si Que was sitting on the high platform, his eyes were still not healed, wearing a crimson mask, and the crystals hanging from the mask were like blood and tears.

Below, countless people screamed Si Que's name and cursed him with extremely bad words. And he just tilted his head on the high platform, and the crystals under his eyes collided and made a crisp sound.

His limbs were empty, and the wide scarlet robe covered him. The sleeves and trouser legs on both sides fluttered in the wind, and only his torso existed.

Anyone who saw him like this would think that he was a useless person, but now he was sitting on the high platform of power, with his eyelids drooping carelessly, listening to the scolding of these dying people.

Nagasha stood behind him, her expression was completely different from when she first met him. I don’t know what kind of magic potion Si Que had given her. She pushed Si Que’s wheelchair quietly. When he wanted to eat dessert, she fed him, and when he wanted to drink tea, she held it to his mouth.

“——Si Que Olivers! You have failed your adoptive father’s expectations and become a complete demon! You will not die well!!” People screamed.

"——Doesn't your conscience hurt? Without hands, feet, and eyes, you can still continue to write tragedies! I should have pulled out your tongue!!!"

"——What on earth does the World Tree see in you? It actually favors a scum like you!!"

Si Que finished a pudding and glanced at Nagasha.

Nagasha took out a handkerchief and helped him wipe the water marks on his mouth.

Si Que raised his eyebrows and yawned:

"...The wind is so strong today that I can't hear what they said."

He was wearing a mask, so Nagasha couldn't see whether his eyes were really careless or sad.

"Be careful not to catch a cold." Nagasha put her long gown on Si Que: "After dealing with this group of people who resisted the World Tree, go back and rest. I'll make you a cup of 40-degree black tea with a rose petal."

The audience kept scolding, and the resentful eyes focused on Si Que.

And Si Que ate the bright red strawberry pudding, his eyes hanging empty.

One, one, and another. He swallowed, the pudding tasted sweet and soft.

The bright red heads also rolled down the execution platform rhythmically.

One by one, and again and again. The broken heads collided with each other, and the hair was stained with blood.

The people's curses became quieter and quieter, and the bodies became more and more, and the blood flowed into an ocean. The bright red pudding was bitten into pieces in Si Que's mouth, and the blood-like juice flowed down his chin and rolled down to his collar.

He wanted to wipe it, but then he realized that he had no hands. The juice kept rolling down, as if people's blood flowed on his body, from his neck, to his heart, and then spread, dyeing the cloth on his heart with a crimson.

There were waves of dull pain where the juice passed, and his internal organs that were previously ruptured still had hidden injuries.

Nagasha only then noticed the juice and quickly took out a cloth to wipe it: "Sorry, it's dirty here, I didn't notice it."

Si Que looked at his bright red clothes.

"Ding--"

At this moment, an old bell rang from the distant bell tower, startling a flock of white birds. They fluttered their snow-white wings and flew over the sky. A dozen pure white feathers fell around him, but not one fell on him. It was as if God was unwilling to kiss him.

Amid the increasingly low shouts and curses from the people, his eyelids drooped:

"Yes, it's dirty here."

The red mark became bigger and bigger, like a gorgeous rose.

He looked at his heart that was stained red, and murmured, not knowing what he was referring to:

"It's dirty here..."

...

But so what?

He became a piece of dirty flesh and blood in this beautiful world, breeding vivid corruption and brewing tragedies that people hate.

He became the source of fear, the creator of corruption, and blood-red juice.

He was a man who would do anything for art and inspiration, and he did not regret even if he wrote a tragedy. If you always think of him in a good direction and think that he must have difficulties... then you are wrong.

He has never been a savior.

He is the demon of Luowasha - Si Que Olivers.

...

"Boom!"

After reading the drama memory lens, Su 1 did it without hesitation, and the space vibration bombarded the group of masked people.

Whether Si Que is good or bad, these masked people deserve to die.

After the explosion calmed down, ten bodies fell to the ground. Su 1 took off the masks of these people, most of whom were high-level races in Luowasha.

The cause and effect of the whole thing was that Boss Rabbit worked hard to make games, and this group of capitalists came to pick peaches. The goal of the Disciple Game has always been to replace the World Game, but it was supposed to be the 2021 version for players like Xiao Su to play. It was the capitalists who brought in the Rovasha people for the sake of gambling interests, which led to an imbalance in the difficulty of the game.

"Boss Rabbit said at the beginning that there were more than a dozen copies of the Disciple Game, but in the end there were only six. It seems that some copies were cut by the capitalists, maybe they were not profitable in their eyes." Phoenix said lightly.

"The investor is dead, but the Disciple Game will continue." Su 1 looked at the corpse on the ground: "There must be support from the World Tree behind this. Even if I kill this batch, the next batch of greedy guys will soon be pushed up, wearing the same mask, sitting in the same banquet hall, and showing the same smile."

Human desires will never end. The passionate and pure rabbit ears, the cat ears trying to save, the hopeless tiger ears... are just broad symbols, not limited to specific people.

"But at least not so soon." Phoenix said: "World Tree should consider your feelings."

Su 1 thought about it. At present, World Tree's attitude towards him is not bad. It has always said that it likes him and loves him, and has not done anything excessive.

They searched the banquet hall.

After a careful search, Su 1 found a large gift box with a blue-purple bow and a line of small words:

...

[The gift given by the mechanical race to outstanding contestants will be distributed at the end of the third level. ]

...

"Live broadcast reward?" Su 1 touched the gift box. This gift box was originally going to be put in the auditorium, but the masked people were all dead, so the gift box was left here.

Those high-level races watching the disciple game should have discovered that the contestants disappeared in the camera, but they may not have thought that the contestants went to kill the investors.

"Open it and take a look." Qi Zhou walked slowly.

"Did you receive any rewards in the first session?" Su 1 asked.

"Well... I've received it a few times. Mostly food and medicine. There are also some very special gifts..." Qi Zhou left a hook at the end of his words.

"What special gifts?" Su 1 had a bad feeling.

"What do you think the audience likes to watch?" Qi Zhou said.

"Bloody and violent." Su 1 said.

No matter where they are, people like visually impactful scenes. In Danganronpa, people often like to watch execution scenes the most.

"You are right, but you are still young, so you overlooked one of the things people like to watch the most." Qi Zhou said.

Su 1 looked at Qi Zhou in confusion, but Qi Zhou just said: "It's the kind that doesn't pass the review..."

Su 1 still didn't understand: "What?"

Qi Zhou smiled and said: "Well, it's a good thing to keep simple."

"Can't you explain it more clearly?"

Qi Zhou shrugged: "Then I'll be frank. What I received was a very revealing piece of clothing... I won't tell you the details of the clothes. And I was almost freezing to death at that time. No matter how disgusting the cloth was, I had to wear it to survive. So the moment I saw the gift, I understood what the audience was thinking - they just like to see people who are high and mighty, have to make compromises and behave ugly to survive."

Su 1 frowned. Even Qi Zhou was like this, not to mention those weak people, who might be teased even more: "You wore it?"

Qi Zhou said: "No, I tore the clothes into pieces and warmed them by the fire."

...Smart.

Su 1 relaxed his brows. Then, a bad premonition came to his mind. Wouldn't the gift box he was opening now contain something disgusting?

"Let me open it, you don't need to look." Qi Zhou untied the last ribbon.

Qi Zhou looked inside the gift box and said softly, "Eh," "It's not a bad thing."

He took a look and found a Su Liujin acrylic stand and some scattered peripherals.

Labels were written on it: [No. 1 contestant Su Liujin 60cm stand, priced at 1,500 words, 27,381 copies sold], [No. 2 contestant Phoenix square transparent card, priced at 300 words, 19,281 copies sold], [No. 21 contestant Xili 55mm rainbow laser badge, priced at 400 words, 9,278 copies sold]...

The industry chain of the Disciple Game is very complete. Tickets, betting, rewards, and peripherals are all available. Coupled with the marketing of the World Tree, the benefits have reached the peak.

It costs money to read the story, to bet on the list, and to buy peripherals. And all this money will eventually flow into the World Tree.

It is like a complete profit chain that connects the beginning and the end.

World Tree only needs to make some card drawing tickets for the contestants, and it can make a profit-making business with no capital.

If Boss Rabbit sees his game turning into this, should he be happy or sad?

But what they didn't expect even more was——

Phoenix squatted in the corner of the banquet hall and knocked.

"Su Mingan, come here and take a look." Phoenix took a breath: "There seems to be a screen here..."

——There are also masters! ?

Su 1 looked up in shock.

He has broken one screen, but it turns out they are still inside another screen?

"Crack——!" Su 1 kicked the screen to pieces and passed through it.

Warm yellow light came into view.

What was inside was not a movie theater, but a cozy room. Sitting on the bed was a girl holding a pillow, staring at them in horror. She was wearing pajamas, her hair was fluffy, and she obviously hadn't gotten up to wash her face yet.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" She screamed: "You guys - how did you get out of the screen!?"

Su 1 looked around. It was a warm room. Behind him was a computer screen, which showed the auditorium stage of Mingxi Campus.

"Are you the audience!?" Qi Zhou picked up the girl's collar and said harshly: "It's people like you who take pleasure in our life and death, keep coming up with disgusting game ideas, and sit back and watch us in the game outside the screen. You are struggling and you are still giving us gifts! You didn’t expect us to come out through the screen to settle the score!”

The girl turned pale with fright: "I...I don't know! You, are you real people!? Aren't you a live broadcast of the Battle Royale virtual game??"

Qi Zhou's heart tightened, and he vaguely realized something.

"You, the audience, don't know that we are living people? Do you think we are filming!?" Qi Zhou's tone became more terrifying, and his pupils trembled violently.