First Player

Chapter 588 Chapter 586 · "Aren't you a hero?"

The middle-aged man stood up unsteadily, his clothes soaked with rain and blood.

"It's you, it's you...sitting in a wheelchair, you are the city lord..."

He walked over step by step, clenching his fists and making a cracking sound in his bones:

"Isn't it interesting to watch us ordinary people struggle from high up?" Jimin's eyes were fierce: "We have all been tamed by 'Dawn'. It put the taming ring on our necks, but we are still willing to become part of the city-state. A member, enslaved for the rest of his life..."

Su Mingan said nothing.

Jimin's eyes were heavy:

"——City Lord, aren't you the hero who led Doomsday City's resistance? Aren't you the smartest genius in history? People like you can't understand mediocre people like us at all - the distance between us is greater than that between humans and dogs. The distance between them is even greater!”

Jimin's fist, still stained with the girl's blood, was raised, with veins exposed and knuckles protruding.

"——So! Your existence has completely turned us mediocre people into a bunch of idiots. You have squeezed our living space-what Dawn System, what emotional overload, I have been doing my duty all my life, and I have no intention of committing a crime—— It’s all your fault—”

His face was as ferocious as a demon, and he hit Su Ming'an hard with his fists.

The fist fell, bringing up a violent wind.

Su Mingan stretched out his hand, curled his three fingers slightly, and accurately pinched the opponent's fist.

Jieming was stunned. His fist was restrained by Shengsheng. He tried to pull out his hand, but Su Mingan's three pinched fingers did not move at all, causing pain in his fist.

"I don't want to judge you." Su Mingan said: "The moment you become the perpetrator, you have lost the right to appeal for yourself."

He pulled his right hand outward, and Jimin fell uncontrollably to the right. The next moment, Jimin's pupils widened, and he received a heavy blow in the abdomen.

"Bang!"

Su Mingan withdrew his left hand that struck Jieming's abdomen. The opponent's body was thrown away like a boulder, hit the brick wall hard, and fell to the ground.

It is true that his current state is a shadow state, but this does not mean that he is powerless. The fragility of the shadow state is only relative to that of the light state.

Su Ming'an glanced at the girl lying in the corner. The thunder sounded from time to time, illuminating her face half-sided in the pool. She was holding her head, her arms covered with bruises.

"..."

He stopped him just in time before Jimin could cause more damage.

The surrounding night lights were still dim, and no one dared to open the windows or doors at this time.

With warm orange juice in her arms, Su Ming'an turned towards the alley, but suddenly felt the sky above her.

The rain seems to have stopped falling.

He looked up and saw a bright red umbrella, like a red cloud, holding on his head.

The girl had already climbed up and was holding an umbrella for him, all wet.

Her exposed facial features were not that beautiful, but they were soft enough. Her clear eyes were bloodshot, and there were deep eye bags and dark circles.

...She is like a night elf.

There were still bruises and bruises on her face and arms. These wounds had been patched up to make her look like a scarred rag doll, beautiful but fragile.

Su Mingan knew her name was Xiaomei, Dong Anan's sister who "worked at night".

"You..." As soon as Su Mingan spoke, she said "shhh".

"This is very close to the battle group's station, be careful not to be heard." Xiaomei said.

"Do you know me?" Su Mingan said, he was not wearing a mask now.

"Lord Asa." Xiaomei didn't call him by his last name.

"You don't hate me?"

"Although I have an inferior personality, the fault should not be blamed on you." Xiaomei said: "The fault is those who bully us. You are just the maker of the rules. You cannot control everyone."

Su Mingan was about to speak when a female voice suddenly came from behind.

"--Yo?"

A woman with wheat-colored skin and a fit figure stands on the eaves.

"Su Mingan? That should be right. There are not many people in wheelchairs, so they are easy to recognize." The woman jumped down, her legs slender and straight.

She observed Su Ming'an. He was now soaked to the skin, and his front was stained red with blood. He didn't look like the god of murder he had been a few worlds ago.

"Is something wrong?" Su Mingan said calmly.

"Don't you take me seriously?" The woman said with a smile: "Whether I chat and shout in the world, or report to the mechanical army outside, you will be finished."

"It doesn't matter, the Dawn System has already locked my position." Su Mingan said.

The woman pursed her red lips: "My name is Violet."

Su Mingan didn't care what her name was.

"Do you know why I came to you?" the woman said.

"Huh?" Su Mingan was confused.

The next moment, a panel appeared in front of him.

[The player (Violet) shows you his personal special skills (The Secret of True Love)]

[(Secret of True Love): Exchanging body fluids with a player can restore 30-70% of health and mana to the other player. 】

[Every time you use it, you need to pay Violet a piece of red-level equipment. 】

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"Bang!"

There was a gunshot, and Su Mingan shot Violet directly. With a crisp "pop" sound, the woman's figure turned into bubbles and disappeared. She often engages in such dangerous transactions, and she has the means to escape.

"What are you pretending to be?" Violet's voice floated in the air: "You are obviously standing with a woman who works like that, but your nature is nothing more than this."

Upon hearing her words, Xiaomei's thin shoulders shook suddenly.

"If you don't quit, I'll invite you from the tower." Su Mingan said.

He doesn't know where Violet is now, otherwise he would have been invited by a high tower.

Violet stopped making any sound and disappeared into the night like a cat.

Under the pouring rain, the little girl next to her clenched the red umbrella in her hand. Violet's whole body was shaking when her identity was clearly revealed.

...Why does this happen?

...Obviously no one will pierce the window paper, obviously, obviously the city lord has ignored this matter...

...Why did that person named Violet expose her like this!

She trembled convulsively, wanting to turn around and escape into the rainy night.

"You are different from her." Su Mingan said.

There is a difference between those who act out of desire and those who are driven by survival. Violet's disdain for Xiaomei is meaningless.

Violet is for the benefit of the equipment. This kind of players are the people who let themselves go in the world game. Violet's invitation can only show that this is her way of survival and should not be compared to Xiaomei.

Xiaomei's hands clenched and unclenched, but she still cared about Violet's taunting: "...City Lord Asa, take shelter from the rain first, I will take you to my house."

Even if she was extremely sad, she could not leave the city lord behind. He will get sick.

"Okay." Su Mingan said.

He really needs a shelter from the rain now.

She pushed him and walked slowly for a distance. Her red umbrella was too small to accommodate the two of them, so she tried her best to tilt the umbrella closer to him.

The pouring rain poured through the gaps, staining her cheeks with moisture. She squinted her eyes and coughed softly, and her shoulders were soaked by the cold rain.

After a moment, as if she wanted to break the uncomfortable silence, or perhaps want to gain the approval of the once aloof city lord, she spoke softly:

"...Do you think I'm dirty?"

"I don't think so." Su Mingan said.

As early as Zhai Xing, he had seen people in this profession, and there was no shortage of people who wanted to make money quickly.

...But they are completely different from the little eyebrow in front of me. Some people do it to squeeze into the upper class, while others do it in exchange for desires and benefits. But for survival, it's different.

"Dirty people are those who force you to regard your body as a 'survival resource.'" He said: "You are just trying to live, and you are not dirty at all."

He felt her trembling.

Not only was she sick but she was also cold, her hands were shaking violently while pushing the wheelchair.

There was a faint sound of sobs, but he didn't look back.

...What he just said was simply scolding Asa Akto himself.

If it were not for the determination of Type Eight personality, a person with inferior personality would not be able to find a job at all, and she would not be reduced to exchanging her body for money.

People living in marginalized areas have nowhere to vent their anger but violence. However, relying on their innate physical advantages, they vent their anger on women who are unable to resist, calling them dirty in a condescending manner. What is the difference between these people and devils?

At such an age, she should be studying in a classroom. Instead of going out in the middle of the night and getting yourself covered in bruises.

He suddenly understood——

Why does the world need the existence of "exams"?

If there is no test and we directly judge everything by this kind of personality test, this will result. He knew that if she had had the chance to take the exam, she would not be like this.

——Who deprived her of her upper limit?

——Who forced her to stay in the current class?

"Want to drink?" Su Mingan raised his hand, holding the bottle of hot orange juice drink.

Her little deer-like eyes blinked, and she took the orange juice in disbelief: "...for me?"

"You're the only one here."

"Um……"

She shrunk her hands and clutched the warm bottle tightly.

The warm heat penetrated her bluish-white palms and slowly stained her skin. She suddenly felt that the always unbearable night wind seemed no longer cold.

"Lord Asa, you are very different from the rumors." She said: "You...can actually talk to someone like me and give me juice..."

"Personality can be the criterion for judging work adaptability, but it cannot represent a person's merits." Su Mingan closed his eyes:

"Otherwise, what's the difference between us and the programmed program?"