Global Games: Old Chess Players

Chapter 112 "You just want to live, what's wrong with you?"

January 6, noon, Shang Shang High School.

After Ansenlu finished talking to the principal, he walked towards the teachers' dormitory. He estimated that everyone entered the dungeon in the dormitory.

On the way, Qi Yuanlu sent a message.

[Urushihara Ritsu: Okay, and Lorenzo has asked someone to tell you - "The materials you want can be found within two days."]

[Anson Deer: Two days, quite fast. 】

Anson Deer and Lorenzo made a bet before the start of the dungeon. If Lorenzo loses, he must use official power to help him find an epic material - the 'Lightning Needle'.

Judging from the material explosion rate in the third copy, epic materials are no longer so rare.

It is not difficult to obtain the "Lightning Needle" by using the law enforcement team's method to call on players around the world.

This is the key to synthesizing the legendary chess type "Christmas Sleigh". As long as the lightning rod is obtained, Anson Deer will only have one "deer" type chess piece left. Just slowly pull it out and that's it!

[Qi Yuanlu: After all, the law enforcement team is backed by the government, so their influence is natural. As long as the bounty information is posted online, players with such materials will appear immediately. 】

[Anson Deer: Okay, by the way, Crow, please help me investigate when you have time: What is the origin of the guy named ‘Yulius Mena’ who is ranked third in the world. 】

[Qi Yuanlu: No problem, I will reply to you later. 】

"Let's get some sleep first."

Anson Deer recalled everything that happened in the dungeon, feeling exhausted.

He fell on the bed and closed his eyes.

Time flies like an arrow, and in the evening, the windows are lengthened by the afterglow of dusk, and the shadow of the grid is like a black cage, slanting into the dormitory and covering the young man's face.

He opened his eyes, and two information bubbles popped up in the upper right corner of his vision.

[Urushihara: Lorenzo said: The official used an auction to obtain the ‘Lightning Needle’ from a player, and he will transfer the material to you later. 】

[Urushihara Ritsu: Also, I have investigated the information about ‘Yulius Mena’. 】

An Senlu clicked on the friends panel and Qi Yuanlu sent a lot of information. He narrowed his eyes and said, "Is this the world's number one gambler? How on earth do you have such a wide network of contacts?"

He looked at the first two lines of the information:

[Juliu Mena, 19 years old, special sequence player, sequence name: "Devouring Hand", ranked third in global combat power]

Anson Deer raised his eyebrows, "Devouring Hand, sounds like another growth sequence."

[He is the leader of the "Snow Wolf" underground mafia in Washington. He has not joined the law enforcement team. As for the reason why he has not joined the law enforcement team, it has something to do with the purgatory ape 'David Kench' who died in the New York incident.

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Anson Lu stared at the name 'David Kench' and was lost for a moment. He put his hands behind his head and slowly flipped through the information.

Five years ago, the streets of Chicago, United States.

Yuliu was wearing a thin T-shirt and jeans, squatting next to the yellow wall.

With a numb face, he raised a wooden sign in his hand, with a simple English word - "Help!" written in black handwriting on the sign.

Yuliu is fourteen years old.

He was born in an orphanage and had no surname, only a first name.

One day, he escaped from the orphanage and traveled over the mountains and ridges to this strange city.

In the United States, passers-by have a good attitude towards underage homeless people - when they pass by this street and accidentally see Yuliu holding a sign, they will always give him some meager items they have.

This is Yuliu's first day in Chicago.

Not far from him, there was a man sitting in simple clothes and a hat - this homeless man with a beard, holding the sign in his hand high like Yuliu, waiting for charity from passers-by.

However, passers-by will always be partial to the child Yuliu, and no one will show any kindness to the man.

When the homeless man noticed that more and more small-denomination dollars were stuffed into Yuliu's cup, he often looked at him sideways.

Yuliu felt uneasy, knowing that he had taken someone else's job - although both were beggars, his fourteen-year-old age gave him unlimited advantages.

Soon, another passerby walked towards Yuliu. The passerby put the milk he had just bought from a fast food restaurant in front of Yuliu, touched his head and whispered encouragement:

"My child, you still have a future, so hold on."

The homeless man with a beard couldn't help but look here. He tried to raise some wooden signs in his hands and said to the passerby:

"Sir, please give me some charity, can you?"

The passerby looked at the homeless man, approached him, poured a cup of coffee on his head, and said in a cold voice:

"You are an adult, you have a complete body, but you don't go to work and are here begging. If you want to beg, then this is what I can give you."

After saying that, the passerby left.

The hot black liquid poured on the tramp's hat. He blushed and covered his head with his arms. The coffee flowed down his arms and soaked his coat.

He took off his coat and put it aside, looking blankly at the sky.

Yuliu sipped the milk given by passers-by in small sips. He stared at this scene blankly and began to wonder in his heart: Will the homeless man get angry and attack him because of his embarrassment?

However, the tramp just looked at the turbid sky and was silent for a long time. Then he turned his head and showed an indifferent smile to Yuliu.

He took off his hat, which was stained black by coffee, and shook off the coffee liquid stained on it.

"It's okay." The tramp murmured, "It's okay kid."

Yuriu didn't know how to respond.

He took a serious look at the homeless man for the first time. The man had a strong body, and even the beard on his face could not hide his resolute facial features and gentle eyes.

After the homeless man finished taking care of his coffee-stained clothes and hat, he squatted back in the corner and calmly raised the help sign in his hand.

For the next day, Yuliu stayed on this street, and so did the homeless man.

It was not until near dusk that the homeless man left for a while.

Soon, the homeless man walked slowly towards Yuliu with a box of pizza and a bottle of orange juice in his hands, and handed the food in his hand to Yuliu.

"This is what I just asked for."

Yuliu stared blankly at the box of pizza that was still half full. He stretched out his hand, took the two things from the homeless man's hand, nodded to the other person, and said softly:

"Thanks."

That was the most careful and satisfying dinner that Yuliu ate.

Obviously, the homeless man could have changed his position and begged, but he did not do so.

He just kept sitting next to Yuliu. When he was tired, he hugged the old suitcase and lowered his head to rest like a pillow.

Yuliu often felt that there seemed to be a story hidden in the eyes of the man next to him - but the man just squatted in the corner, not mentioning a word about his past, but quietly holding up the help sign in his hand.

Yuliu and the homeless man spent the whole night on the street.

That night, Yuliu stayed up all night.

Suddenly, he heard the homeless man scream and wake up from his sleep.

The tramp took off his hat, panted heavily, and covered his eyes with his arms.

Yuriu did not dare to say a word. He looked at the homeless man with his peripheral vision fearfully, fearing that the man would suddenly go crazy.

"I'm sorry for scaring you."

The homeless man leaned against the wall, gently adjusting his breathing, and looked at the dark sky with his cloudy and empty eyes.

"I used to be a soldier. I was used to seeing life and death on the battlefield, so I did it every night."

Yuriu no longer concealed his gaze, he replied softly: "It doesn't matter."

"That's good." The tramp took a sip of wine from the water bottle and said slowly:

"After the war, I was judged dead or missing by the U.S. official, so I lost my identity, my wife, and couldn't even find a job."

"wife?"

"She signed an agreement with those people. As long as they pretend that I don't exist, she can get a lot of money."

"That's... too cruel."

Yuliu listened quietly and pursed his lips unconsciously.

Obviously, this man was a hero who fought for his country, but he was reduced to such a situation. It was hard not to feel some sympathy for Yuliu.

"The doctor said I have post-war traumatic syndrome, and I may have no future." The homeless man wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand. He smiled and said in a gentle voice:

"But kid, you still have a future. Life is long. We may have chosen the wrong path, and we may not be very lucky, but you still have a chance. You have never seen the cruelty of war, so you don't know how long it is to live an ordinary life.

valuable."

Yuliu opened his mouth, but no words came out.

The light golden hair covered the boy's eyes, and he just gritted his teeth.

The dead silence of the night shrouded the two of them for a long time.

In Yuliu's mind, he recalled that during the day, the passerby gave him a bottle of milk, but poured coffee on the homeless man's head and scolded him for not being able to support himself.

At that time, Yuliu was still feeling complacent in his heart. Fortunately, he was just a child.

But what about this man, why should he be treated like this?

"you"

Yuliu huddled up in a ball, his voice was blurred by the cold, and he said hoarsely with tears in his eyes:

"You just"

"Just want to live"

"You just want to live, what's wrong with you?"

When the homeless man heard Yuliu's words, he opened his eyes slightly and stayed where he was for a long time.

He took a sip of water from the pot and whispered to Iulius:

"My child, only if you are willing to admit that I am still alive."

"One day, everyone will know."

The tramp closed his eyes and waited quietly for the arrival of dawn. The purgatory scene in his dream felt like torture to him.

For so many years, he had been living in the high-pressure environment caused by post-war traumatic syndrome. Countless sleepless nights had long torn his spirit to the extreme.

Yuliu's words gave the homeless man the confidence to continue living.

After surviving this difficult journey, one day, maybe he can find his identity and live an honest life.

For a long time after that, Iulius wandered around with men.

He could often see the man digging out his old ID card from his suitcase every night.

The man has always carried this yellowed ID card, even though the words and photos on it are in dilapidated condition.

However, this is the only proof that he lived in this world before joining the war - he just hopes that someone can admit that he once lived in this world.

Instead, he was forgotten by the world as a corpse lying in an alley.

"Sir, what was your previous name?" Yuliu asked softly.

"David Mena."

The man said in a daze, with two lines of tears shed from the corners of his eyes for no apparent reason. Yuliu stared at the man with red eyes and remembered his name deeply - David Mena.

Although he has no father or mother, he was born in an orphanage.

But after that, Iulius inherited David Mena's surname and changed his name to Iulius Mena.

Five years later, in Chicago, inside an apartment.

Yuliu's eyes were dull. When he came to his senses, a news report from December 25 was still being broadcast on the computer.

——"The rampant high-risk player: the Purgatory Ape, David Kench, has been confirmed to have been killed. The former chess player protected the personal safety of the people of New York."

——"Lorenzo of the law enforcement team promised the people that they would strengthen their defenses and prevent the same tragedy from happening again."

——"No one knows what the origin of the hero who killed the Infernal Ape, the former chess player Ansen Lu, is, and why was he not recruited into the law enforcement team by the Chinese official?"

Yuliu walked to the refrigerator, took out a bottle of cold beer, and sat down helplessly in front of the computer like a disconnected puppet.

Open the cap of the bottle with force, and there will be a "click" sound, and water bubbles will slowly appear.

Yuliu took a sip of beer and looked at the video on the computer screen with empty eyes.

It was at dusk in New York, near the Empire State Building.

A young man wearing a hoodie was standing around the pit, with his hands in his pockets, expressionlessly looking down at the giant ape in the pit.

"Blue Rainbow King Flash." His voice fell, and the stone statue beside him raised his scepter and pointed it at the dark giant ape. A violent light shot out from the top of the scepter.

The strong wind swept past, and the young man's hair was lifted high, and his cheeks were instantly illuminated by the deep green light. His face was as cold as a tyrant, without any ripples from the beginning to the end.

A second later, the giant ape's head was torn into pieces.

Accompanied by cheers from the people of New York, the video slowly ended.

"According to the police report, David Kench has been diagnosed with a variety of symptoms of insanity before. The Evolution Foundation has also labeled the 'Purgatory Ape' as an 'S-level high-risk sequence'. His ability to lose control is not a normal phenomenon.

A strange thing."

The announcer is still introducing relevant information about this news.

In the upper right corner of the screen, there are two photos: one is of David Kench who has been deliberately vilified; the other is of a young man wearing a hoodie with an expression as cold as an executioner.

Yuliu's eyes rested on the vicious photo in the upper right corner. It was clearly a deliberately ugly photo, but it was used by the media to promote negative news about him.

Yuliu couldn't help but smile and said in a hoarse voice:

"Now, everyone knows that you have lived, my Mr. Tramp."

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