First Player

Chapter 208 Chapter 206

Chapter 208 Chapter 206 · "Embrace higher dimensions, beacon of humanity"

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

"Other players at the top of the list have not experienced this situation." The middle-aged man suddenly sighed: "Why did 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:

"A related case also appeared in the case of Larco, the 69th player on the ranking list. After experiencing the third world copy and being brutally tortured, after returning, he was in a trance, manic and often depressed. He immediately I sought help from the United Regiment's psychological department and was diagnosed with bipolar disorder, along with Stockholm syndrome... and I haven't had any problems since.

Alebella, who was once ranked 123rd on the ranking list, suffered from Cotard syndrome after her body was broken apart by sulfuric acid in the second world copy. She claimed that her lungs and intestines had been completely damaged. Her hair was rotten, even if she was shown her healthy physical data, she thought she had already died of sulfuric acid in the floating city in the daytime.

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

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

We surveyed the players who came for help and found that they all have two characteristics. The first is that he is emotionally paranoid and easily falls into misunderstandings. The second is that he died tragically when he returned and has not yet been able to recover from the feeling of death...

The stronger the player's ability, the easier it is for the spirit to weaken. If timely treatment is not provided, this situation will continue.

Previously, the department did not pay much attention to this aspect and did not take relevant measures for psychological treatment. It wasn't until more and more players asked for help that we realized that death for a human being is not as simple as closing and opening one's eyes.

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

"Okay, okay, I'm not interested in hearing this, it's unlucky, it's ulcers, it's dead." The middle-aged man interrupted him, waved his hand, with a painful expression: "I just want my son to come back normally, don't If he goes crazy like this again, please try 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, "There's a big fuss over Kotake. Their heir, Mizushima Kawaharu, seems to be about to have a problem."

The middle-aged man said: "There is one missing Mizushima Kawaharu, don't worry about it - in front of the greater interests, this is nothing at all. This prosperous age requires us to unite, and the alliance needs, in addition to reliable allies, there are suitable chess piece."

The woman said nothing.

After becoming a non-stop player, she accompanied the middle-aged people to various secret meetings and witnessed their heated discussions on the conference table. After the mechanism for casual players was gradually improved, this group of people returned to their old business, using their personal connections to build a network for earning points, and reaping more benefits...

In the words of a middle-aged man, "Adventurer players are just pawns that earn points for them, they are the charge number."

And these people who retreat behind the scenes are the key hands in controlling everything.

After all...adventure players walk on a blade and may lose everything at any time due to a copy. But these casual players who have mastered the game can continue to accumulate capital without fear of losing everything in one step.

They are safe.

To them, these adventure players who work hard to earn points are just bricklayers working in 996 on the line of life and death.

While 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 infinitely better than those who are on the line of life and death.

When the progress bar appears and the future of mankind is bright, this group of people are more determined to tighten their money bags.

"Alander has already written out the strategy?" the man said.

"Well, it's written down and His Highness Edward has read it. Aiden seems to be very interested in it too, so we also gave him a copy."

"Here, one more person brings more hope." The man looked at his son who was howling miserably in front of him and said in a calm tone: "As long as they don't suddenly become madmen and slow down the progress of the world, everything will be fine. Easy to say..."

…

On the screen, the issues of the joint group are still going on, and the current issue still remains: [Why does the organizer want to hold such a game? 】Above.

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

"...Is that so?" Noel smiled and seemed to want to say something else, but suddenly looked away.

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

What caught their attention was a shift in the camera in the live broadcast room.

Wearing a white suit, he stood like a focal point in the light.

In front of him, the green button representing "unlimited right to speak" shined.

"I think it's a game." Ming said with a smile: "A dangerous and desirable dimensional game in which the fate of a civilization is staked."

The barrage surged like crazy:

【He spoke! Turns out he can talk! 】

[I thought he was going to sit still until the end, but I didn’t expect that he was going to start anyway! 】

[Coming, finally coming...]

【Is it "desirable"? So Player One... agrees that the world game is a human opportunity? 】

[The players at the top of the list are all 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 at the side. Her long black hair flowed behind her like a waterfall. Her fuso kimono embroidered with pink cherry blossoms showed off her soft body lines.

"Do you think this is a game?" Mizushima Kawakora said: "But how can there be a game that costs the life and death of human beings and the fate of civilization?"

Facing Mizushima Kawakora's knife-like doubts, Ming smiled lightly.

"I remember that 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 destiny mechanism that makes us despair Playing games, passing motivating tasks bit by bit, in exchange for points, and 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 Kawakora clenched the black knife, his veins exposed: "About observers, about hunters, about snipers...about those people who are independent of the player's identity."

Ming smiled and looked at her, like a gentleman waiting patiently for the lady to speak.

Everyone was watching the confrontation between the two, and countless eyes gathered here. No one clicked the button to interrupt the conversation.

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

"Those who became special identities and gave up their identity as players never came back after a copy ended, and were [assimilated] by the game." Mizushima Kawakora looked at him, his usually determined eyes trembling slightly at this moment: "Can they come back? After the world game ends, can they still..."

"Bang bang."

Wilson banged his gavel:

"Ms. Mizushimagawa, your remarks have nothing to do with the current topic. If you want to discuss [the impact of special status on the world game], please discuss it in our 14th topic later."

"I just wanted to ask a question temporarily." Mizushima Kawakora said.

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

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

…

Noel looked away.

"It's a boring question." He said: "It's something you can figure out with a little thought. Ah, this woman actually wastes our time on such an occasion. It's really boring..."

"Mizushima Kawaharu has become an observer, right?" Su Ming'an said: "I have read people's conclusions on the forum. If you die in the world copy and do not return in time, you may have obtained the conditions for a special status. Look. The same goes for Raimizushimakawa Haru - she really wants to help her sister in this way."

He remembered Mizushima Kawaharu's appearance in the fifth world.

In front of herself, she lowered her head, knelt on her knees, begged for mercy in front of the whole world, shouted sorry, and trampled her face into the mud. Everyone was laughing at her.

Under Hui Shuhang's pressure, she died as light as a feather.

Before that, she put down all her dignity and transformed from a willful and proud young lady into a chess piece of a wealthy family who sold her body.

...Perhaps after that, she decided to find a path that suited her in another way, not as a player.

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

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

"Now, Su Mingan, 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 a crisis, it is just a fight between the weak and the strong, an evolution.

Evolve suitable people and let them embrace higher dimensions. Eliminate the unfit and let them self-destruct.

I hope you will stand until the end, and for this I can provide you with all the support, including props, public opinion, and information before the start of the world instance.

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

A touch of pure comfort bloomed in Noel's eyes.

“It’s about embracing Gao Wei,” he said.

Su Mingan's eyes shifted slightly.

Noel continued:

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

Humanity is already on the verge of destruction, and our future is bleak.

Even if we escape 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 a [special identity given by the organizer], and we are all beings most suitable for evolution.

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

The structure is relaxed and the horizons are enlarged.

Here, I have an opportunity suitable for your evolution.

We—" Noel smiled, with a clear light flowing in his eyes:

"——Having an extremely grand [New World]."

Su Mingan tilted his head.

He did not answer Noel's question directly, and then looked out the window.

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

Noel was stunned for a moment and looked out the window.

Through a thin piece of glass, his eyes touched a dim sky.

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

That was the last ray of light under the setting sun, and at this time, it gradually shifted as the Ferris wheel moved.

The first player sitting across from him was bathed in a blood-thick light, like a still color photo.