Global Games: Old Chess Players

Chapter 179 The Death of Cosimo·Brother and Brother

February 5th, Shangshi High School.

The school happened to be on annual vacation, and all the students in the lower grades had gone home. Looking up from the dead silence of the playground, you could see the empty Ferris wheel spinning repeatedly under the setting sun.

The afterglow of dusk passes through the Ferris wheel and slants into the teachers' dormitory building.

"Go home!" Anson Deer stretched.

Because of the deal with An Senlu, a lot of time was wasted, so he was the last one to come back. Half an hour had passed and everyone should go to rest.

Anson Deer took a breath, and the familiar air penetrated into his lungs, feeling refreshed.

While taking out the Coke from the refrigerator, he turned on his mobile phone and clicked on the "Today's Hot Search" software, wanting to confirm the major events that had happened in the past few days as quickly as possible.

The first piece of news almost made his eyes pop out of his sockets.

"What the fuck?" Anson Deer was shocked.

His contracted eyes were fixed on the first hot search displayed on the screen.

——The player "Cosimo", who is ranked 22nd in the global combat power rankings and whose serial name is [Cyber ​​Assault], is confirmed to have died in the "Cooperative Challenge Dungeon" in the Arctic.

——Cosimo sacrificed his life to protect most ordinary players. His achievements and spirit are worth remembering.

——At the expense of the sacrifice of two sequence players, the Arctic copy ended in victory.

This news was released 20 minutes ago.

It ranked first among the hot searches due to its explosive discussion volume, and the second-ranked news was "Old chess players from a parallel world?!", but the popularity of this news failed to overshadow the fact of Cosimo's death.

Anson Deer was stunned on the spot, and it took him several seconds to react: "Cosimo is dead?"

How is it possible? It must be false. Don’t these people spread rumors without drafting? Come on, this guy is Lorenzo’s brother, how could he die so inexplicably?

Staring at the cold words on the screen, he felt a little unbelievable. It was clear that in the last copy, they had gathered together to eat Japanese food and sing karaoke, but only a week later, Cosimo had burped?

Ansonlu stopped watching the news on the Internet. For him, the information on the Internet had no credibility at all - there are no Internet police in this era, and anyone can spread rumors.

He turned off his phone, opened the friends panel, and sent a message to the person he trusted the most.

Three years ago, a middle school in Rome, Italy.

Cosimo was sitting in a wheelchair, his mouth pursed, his messy blond hair covering his eyes; Lorenzo stood behind him, pushing the wheelchair, the tires rotated, making a rustling sound against the ground.

The two entered the classroom, and the teacher's explanation stopped. He gently tapped the blackboard, trying to get the students to concentrate. When he turned around, he found that the students were all looking towards the entrance of the classroom.

"Ah, is this Cosimo's brother?" The teacher adjusted his glasses and said in an old voice.

"Yes, I brought him back to school." Lorenzo nodded and replied.

There was a burst of noise in the classroom, the sound was as low as a mosquito, but when combined, it was harsh.

"Poor thing."

"What's the use of having good grades? You usually look down on others. Are you getting retribution?"

"It's not like I have to sit in a wheelchair every day as a cripple."

"Haha, isn't this a child prodigy? Why is it so miserable? The teacher also said that he has a talent for scientific research? Oh, he also said that he taught himself university courses. Are you bragging?"

"I heard that his brother joined the army after graduation. Just because something happened to him, he resigned from his position to take care of him."

"What a bad guy."

Cosimo opened his mouth and whispered to Lorenzo beside him: "Let's go back, brother."

"……good."

Lorenzo raised his blue eyes and looked around expressionlessly.

Pushing the wheelchair and walking out of the classroom, the rising sun cast the shadow of the leaves and covered Cosimo's depressed cheeks.

"Bang!"

The sudden sound made Cosimo startled.

Before walking out of the classroom, Lorenzo clenched his fists and slammed the teacher's door hard. The door frame shook violently, and the sudden vibration made all the students in the classroom quiet.

There was silence.

Soon, Lorenzo brought Cosimo back home. Cosimo locked himself in the room. He collapsed on the bed and turned on the TV with the remote control with a numb face.

Lorenzo walked to the living room and saw an old man sitting on the sofa with his head in his hands. This was his and Cosimo's father.

"What should I do..." the father gritted his teeth, "I just promised that university professor to hand over Cosimo to him, and he would give me a sum of money, but Cosimo is like this now."

"If you didn't gamble, we wouldn't..." Mother covered her face and cried.

"Shut up!"

The father stood up and passed Lorenzo.

Lorenzo turned to look at his father. The old man's back was like a furious beast, dark and violent, and his thick fist repeatedly hammered the closed door.

"Bang!"

"Cosimo, I told you, should you learn how to use a wheelchair first instead of playing games? Can you stop worrying your parents?!"

"Bang!"

"Also, you have to go to school! You have to go!"

"Bang!"

No matter how loud the banging was, the door was still filled with light and funny game sound effects, and the man received no response.

"Child, stand up. Physical disability is not the scariest thing! Mental disability is! If you hide in your room and play games like this all your life, then you are truly useless!"

My father sat down with his back against the door frame and said in a depressed voice.

There was still no movement from inside the door.

Lorenzo held his elbows, looked at his father, and said calmly: "Actually, you don't deserve to say such big words to him."

"Shut up, you loser!" his father shouted at him.

"Yes, I can't make money for the time being to make up for the debt you owe." Lorenzo said expressionlessly, "But that's not the reason for you to oppress him. He is just a child."

"Listen, your brother is much better than you." Father said word for word, "He is a genius, but you are not."

"Yes, he is a genius." Lorenzo said in a deep voice, "But he has no obligation to take responsibility for the mistakes you made!"

"Get out, get out! You are not welcome in this home!" his father growled, "Lorenzo, from the moment you joined the army, you were already a waste to me! I have spent so much effort.

To train you and let you study finance, you..."

Before the man could finish speaking, Lorenzo had already left the room.

Dusk was about to pass, and in the dark room, Cosimo put down the game controller and picked up the instruction manual on the bed. He looked at the instruction manual with cold eyes.

"Hold the handles with both hands and pull gently to both sides to separate the left and right frames slightly. Press down on both sides of the seat cushion with your palms to the positioning position..."

Cosimo murmured in a low voice. He put down the manual, climbed onto the wheelchair, held the rear wheels of the wheelchair with both hands to push the wheel, controlled the wheelchair to move forward, and came to the door.

"Oh... isn't this quite simple?"

He stretched out his right arm, turned the doorknob, pushed open the door, and looked towards the living room with a cold face - his alcoholic father had fallen asleep, and his mother had gone out to work the night shift.

Cosimo tried not to make any noise, and slowly maneuvered the wheelchair towards the exit of the house. After leaving the house, he borrowed the wheelchair and leaned all the way towards the sea.

Although the journey was not far, it took him a short time to reach the seaside.

Cosimo could feel that someone was following him silently behind him - the pace was very slow and light, as if he didn't want him to notice. He knew who was boring enough to follow him, but he didn't care.

The sea breeze blew against my face, bringing with it a hint of moisture.

The tires of the wheelchair gently ran over the sand on the beach. The afterglow of the setting sun shone down and the sea shone brightly. But at the gray junction of the sky and the sea, the huge sun wheel was slowly falling towards the horizon.

Cosimo put his hands on the armrests of his wheelchair, raised his cheeks, and felt the caress of the sea breeze.

He looked at the sky in confusion and murmured something softly.

"Up...up...down...left...right...left...right...B...A."

This is the cheating instruction for a FC game he played in the afternoon.

Enter the command once and the game character can run;

Enter the command twice and the game character can run faster;

Enter the command three times, and the game character can fly into the air.

Cosimo's face twitched slightly. He clenched the armrest and leaned forward, but his legs still failed to respond. He raised his nearly broken neck and muttered words of unknown meaning hoarsely.

"Up, up, down, left."

Cosimo fell out of the wheelchair and hit the beach hard. He almost roared his throat and cried loudly at the sunset that was about to disappear on the horizon.

"Right, left, right, B, A."

The boy tried his best to crawl forward on the beach, tears pouring from his eyes.

"Let me run, please..."

The boy was hysterical and buried his hands deeply in the sand.

"Let me run..."

The boy collapsed on the beach for a long time. The setting sun slowly took away the afterglow that shone on the earth. The world was covered in darkness, and the dark waves gently lapped the white coast.

He climbed back into the wheelchair, followed the instructions in the manual, turned the wheelchair toward the sea, and then turned the rear wheel push ring vigorously. The wheelchair quickly drove toward the sea, and the tires gradually submerged into the seawater, sinking deeper and deeper.

At that time, the person who stopped him was Lorenzo, who had been watching silently from behind.

Three months ago, Rome, seaside.

"Sure enough, I'm still not used to walking. I fall down as soon as I stand up. It feels like..." Cosimo sat in a wheelchair and whispered: "These legs don't belong to me."

Lorenzo stood behind him and said in a gentle voice: "Be confident, you can do it now. The sequence of 'Cyber ​​Strike' repaired the nerves in your legs."

Cosimo looked at the sea and said, "Well, let me try again."

"You can try as long as you want, I'll accompany you." Lorenzo patted him on the shoulder.

"Thank you, brother." Cosimo whispered.

He was stunned for a long time, adjusting his wheelchair and aiming the tires at the other end of the beach.

The boy took a deep breath and muttered a series of unclear instructions.

"Up...up...down..."

His body leaned forward, and his legs stretched forward with equal amplitude, trembling, and stepped on the sand.

"Left...right...left..."

He carefully stepped forward with his legs, leaving shallow footprints on the beach.

"Right...B...A..."

Cosimo walked on the beach with a stunned look on his face, his pace getting faster and faster, faster and faster, faster and faster.

In the end, he was running.

"I'm running..."

The boy ran wildly on the beach, and the violent sea wind rolled up his blond hair.

"I'm running..."

Every step he took seemed to be done with all his strength, every step seemed to vent the deep pain of more than ten years, leaving one deep footprint after another on the beach.

"I'm running."

Cosimo grinned under the setting sun, the strong wind kept tearing his cheeks, and he roared as if he had been reborn.

"I'm running!"

He ran faster and faster, almost exceeding the upper limit of human beings.

"I'm running-!!!"

The next moment, the boy's legs and back were gradually covered with layers of overlapping metal, and powerful mechanical prostheses covered the surface of the skin.

"Up, up, down, left, right, left, right, B, A."

He turned his head and ran towards the vast sea. At the moment when his small figure was about to be swallowed by the sea water, the metal openings in his prosthetic legs burst out with a strong blue flame.

"elder brother……"

The boy's figure flew into the sky, chasing the sunset that was about to fall into the earth, shouting at the top of his lungs.

"I'm flying-!!!"

Lorenzo raised his head in confusion, the boy's figure reflected in his blue eyes. After a long time, he put his hands into the pockets of his windbreaker, and a faint smile flashed across his eyes.

"You did it," he said softly.

Three hours ago, the North Pole.

On top of the glacier, Cosimo slowly raised his heavy eyelids. The world in front of him was blurry. The clothes on his body were stained red with blood, and white bones protruded from his body.

The three-headed dog that seemed to have escaped from hell was reflected in his pupils.

[Boss skill: Triple Flame Pillar.]

The ferocious head of the three-headed dog, with its bloody mouth open, is accumulating terrifying heat energy.

At this moment, a player behind him screamed and pushed Cosimo.

"He was seriously injured trying to save us. What are you doing?!"

"He's already dead, let him go up and carry this skill——!"

"Are you crazy!"

"Hurry up, the boss is going to use his skills, and I don't know who will die next!!!"

The players behind him reached a consensus. They believed that Cosimo's injuries were already so severe that there was only one way to die - but rather than die from excessive blood loss, it would be better for him to help withstand the Boss's skills.

Cosimo was pushed two or three meters by the hand behind him, and staggered down on the ice.

"I am……"

Cosimo raised his head and looked at the winter sky with his cloudy blue eyes, which reflected the huge sun disk. He thought dully for a long time, and his blood-soaked lips trembled slightly.

"It flies like that..."

He stood up with difficulty, opened his lips slightly, and murmured something in a vague and weak voice.

"Up...up...down..."

Cosimo fell to the ground and walked forward. His back was covered with blood, and one after another white and hideous bones were protruding.

"Left...right...left..."

The weak command sounded, and the boy's back was slowly covered with dusty mechanical armor. Every bone protruding from the back was broken by the armor, spilling blood.

"Right...B...A..."

The mechanical wings gradually unfolded on both sides of Cosimo's shoulders, and he grinned tiredly.

"I'm flying again."

The next moment, he unfolded his mechanical wings, which had never been so broken, and flew towards the Arctic sky, facing the furious three-headed giant dog.

From the three mouths of the three-headed dog, three pillars of flame shot out, converging and shooting towards Cosimo.

"cough--"

Cosimo roared silently in the fire, roaring so hard that his internal organs were about to burst, and his throat was about to tear.

After a while, he crashed into the Arctic ice like a crimson meteorite, completely shattering the ice with a radius of ten meters, and fell deeply into the cold and biting sea water.

"Bang!!!"

At this moment, all of Cosimo's mechanical wings were shattered, and every bone in his body was broken to the core.

Falling into the deep ocean, the flames no longer burned his body.

Warm blood almost filled half of the deep ocean, dyeing everything around it violent scarlet.

The cold seawater was like arms, pushing him into the deep sea one after another. The boy's eyes slowly closed and he let the seawater push his body without feeling anything.

"elder brother……"

To him, the North Pole sun seemed to fall together to the deepest part of the sea, swallowed up by the deep darkness. The buzzing roar that lingered in his ears returned to the dead silence of the deep sea at this moment.

"I'm flying..."

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