First Player

Chapter 522 Chapter Five Hundred and Twenty · "...It's all your fault."

Hearing this call, Su Mingan was slightly startled.

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

Under the stone pavilion, the young man in ancient costume blends in with the environment and looks particularly harmonious.

Su Mingan recognized this person.

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

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

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

"Why...are you here?" Su Mingan remembered the list of contestants. Among the top one hundred contestants, there was absolutely no Mo Yan.

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

Su Mingan glanced at his sanity level, which had dropped steadily.

"Why are you here?" he asked.

"Me? I feel sorry for my eldest brother. I thought that my eldest brother hadn't contacted me for a long time and had forgotten me, so I used special props to come over and see my eldest brother. He looked really tired," Mo Yan said.

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

"Look." He stretched out his hand and put the garland on Su Ming'an's head: "Brother, look, have you returned to SAN? I specially used 12 flowers, which are very standard."

Su Mingan ignored the wreath and walked directly outside.

"Brother, where are you going now? You're going to the First Tribe, right?" Mo Yan followed him.

"right."

"Why is the eldest brother going to the first tribe?" Mo Yan raised the sword in his hand: "——I know! The eldest brother must be going to punch the young clan leader, seize power, and become a hundred gods!"

Su Mingan ignored Mo Yan.

"Brother, are you in a bad mood?" Mo Yan came closer.

"No."

"I see... Is Big Brother affected by some topics on the forum?" Mo Yan said: "I saw someone saying that without Big Brother, humanity would be more united on the surface."

"..."

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

Su Mingan's steps paused.

"Edward and the others want to kill you - they are essentially creating internal friction." Mo Yan said: "When humans start to be afraid of themselves, who are also human beings, this is the beginning of internal friction. Without Big Brother, humans would not have so much internal friction - Big Brother , your existence is a mistake.”

"...You entered the dungeon just to tell me this?" Su Ming'an said.

"Ha, hahaha..." Mo Yan scratched his head: "Didn't I say this because I thought what they said was wrong..."

"There's something wrong." Su Mingan said, "Humans are very rich in ideas."

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 suddenly said: "Just like playing Part 2, keep going clearly and thoroughly."

"..."

"Brother, you know, when you are rescuing people, you are putting yourself at risk. You have the knowledge and behavioral ability to understand what you are doing, and you are also aware of the consequences. Therefore, you should accept the outcome calmly. Yes." Mo Yan said.

"..."

"The performer played a piano piece 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 flashed in the field of vision.

The rainbow light, which represents abundant rain and dew and abundant harvest, gives off a slight tingling sensation on the body, which means that it is removing diseases from their bodies and is a symbol of good luck and health.

He walked a little tiredly, and Mo Yan chattered in his ear, saying all kinds of vague things.

Finally, Mo Yan reached out and squeezed his right hand.

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

Their hands conveyed warmth, as if giving him support.

"...We will always stay with big brother." Mo Yan said.

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

…

【Lord God World】

"——Is this 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 was like this just after he returned. It may have been affected by death. After all, he was penetrated by tentacles before he died. Sinking into the black mud...may be the legacy of the special state of 'alienation'."

"This alienation is so exaggerated. Will people collapse even after they come back?"

The middle-aged man said: "His emotions fluctuate greatly and his mental state is not good. This unique 'alienation' state will arouse his pain at the physical level, disrupt his five senses, and cause mental collapse.

Just like those mentally ill patients who returned from White Sand Paradise, many of them are still crazy today. This is a long-lasting, even permanent impact. "

"I know, I know." Carters said: "...But forget about those ordinary players, he is Edward, and 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 a first case, there will be a second case. If there is another collapse incident of a top player in the future...With their such high weight, the overall points progress bar, will it..."

"……I see."

Several cigarette butts fell into the ashtray, and the twisted shape of the cigarette butts revealed Carters' irritable and heavy mood.

"Treat Edward with all your strength. He represents the top players, and nothing should happen to him. Once something happens to him, most people will lose confidence, and our call to challenge the progress bar will be child's play." He switched to the video chat:

"...Yes, we must treat him. Use the best resources and the best treatment plan!"

"If we don't have resources, we'll go find those ordinary patients and take care of them! Just say that resources are tight and we can't give them to them."

"...I would rather kill 10,000 ordinary players than let one 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 collapses, let alone others, the current situation of adventure players will collapse in an instant, and no one will dare to leave again! Do you understand the importance of this?"

He took a drag on his cigarette and blew out a smoke ring.

"That's right." He remembered something: "Except for Edward, among the top 100 players, who else has been affected by this 'alienation'? Those affected by 'alienation' are all high-risk groups, and they must not get into trouble - especially not in the Something happened right under people’s noses!”

He couldn't imagine what it would be like if a player at the top of the list went crazy in front of people's eyes.

Fortunately, Edward's mental problems only appeared after he came back, instead of directly collapsing under the live broadcast of hundreds of millions of people, otherwise they would definitely be in a state of despair now.

"Oh, sir, yes." The person opposite turned over the information in his hand: "The forty-nine player Ulrich on the list was once dragged into the tentacles, but soon, the tentacle monster retracted, and he He woke up again, and there seems to be no problem so far. In addition, the first player is Su Mingan. He has been staying with the tentacle monster for a long time, and even had close contact with it for a whole day. "

"How is his condition now?" Carters has been busy dealing with affairs recently and has no time to watch the live broadcast. He wonders how the Eighth World is progressing now.

"..." The person opposite was silent for a while:

"Judging from the current live broadcast situation... it's not very good." He said: "But he seems to think he is normal..."

"Why do you think he is normal? How much is he worth now?" Carters asked with a frown.

If the SAN value is lower than that, symptoms such as auditory hallucinations, interference with the five senses, and systemic temperature imbalance will occur. Below 40 points, all kinds of bizarre illusions will appear, leading players to do some very scary things without knowing it.

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

If someone's san value is lower than 40... he can basically be sentenced to death.

"Currently, the first player's san value is..." The person opposite turned his head and seemed to be switching the live broadcast screen.

"Ten o'clock," he said.

…

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

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

He came to the pavilion table where he had snacks and tea yesterday. Yamada Machichi was sitting there, minding his own game of Ludo.

The blood-red, pitch-black, and crystal-green chess pieces fell to the ground. The girl in blood-colored Lolita lowered her head and carefully rubbed the dice with her fingers. The dice were as white as bones.

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

There was a faint voice behind him, which was a little indistinct.

"……it was all your fault……"

Su Mingan turned around and saw Yamada Machichi still lowering his head, playing his flying chess alone. His blood-colored skirt flowed beside the stone table, like blood flowing slowly.

... Was it Yamada who was talking just now?

He glanced at the barrage, only to find that it was still as blurry as yesterday.

He no longer paid attention to Yamada. Yamada Machichi's character was already somewhat depressed.

Yesterday, he thought that Yamada had suddenly become cheerful, and he was always playing chess and playing chess. He also thought that his personality was changing a bit quickly, but now it seems that he is indeed depressed again.

He walked to Xia La's room, opened the door, and found Xia La huddled in the corner.

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

The girl regarded him as a god and listened to everything he said.

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

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

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

Seeing him coming, she raised her head and shed two tears from her eyes.

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

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

"...Su Mingan." From behind, Yueyue floated over: "Look at the room next to her."

Su Mingan turned around and opened the door of the room next to him.

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

She opened her eyes, which were wide open, as if she had seen something extremely unbelievable before she died.

Luna is dead.

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

Colorful, beating colors danced in front of his eyes.

Colorful mottled colors spilled into his eyes, and his vision became increasingly blurry, as if he had degenerated.

...Is the SAN value too low?

He glanced at the orange bar and saw that the value had risen to 75 points, which was an absolutely healthy value.

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

"—Let's go! It's time to set off!"

She was holding her shotgun and smiling brightly. Colorful light spots were 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 was going crazy."

"..."

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

"Looking at the sea?"

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

She took his hand.

"Wait a minute, this is a natural disaster period, is it possible that poisonous rain will rain at any time?" he said.

"No." She said, "Look, the weather outside is so beautiful."