Chapter 179 Cosimo's Death - Brothers

February 5th, Shangshi High School.

The school was on annual vacation and the lower grade students had all gone home. Looking up in the silent playground, I could see the empty Ferris wheel spinning over and over again in the sunset.

The afterglow of dusk passed through the Ferris wheel and shone obliquely into the teachers' dormitory building.

"Home!" Anson Deer stretched.

Because the transaction with Ansen Lu took a lot of time, he was the last one to come back. Now half an hour has passed and everyone should go to rest.

Anson Deer took a breath, and the familiar air seeped into his lungs, making him feel refreshed.

While taking out a Coke from the refrigerator, he opened his phone and clicked on the "Today's Hot Search" app, 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 their sockets.

"What the hell?" Anson Lu was shocked.

His eyes narrowed as he stared at the first trending search displayed on the screen.

——The player "Cosimo", whose sequence name is [Cyber ​​Assault] and ranked 22nd in the global combat power rankings, was confirmed to have died in the "cooperative challenge copy" in the Arctic.

——Cosimo sacrificed himself to protect the majority of ordinary players. His achievements and spirit are worth remembering.

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

This news was released 20 minutes ago.

It ranked first in hot searches with an explosive amount of discussion, and the second-ranked news was "Former chess player in a parallel world?!", but the popularity of this news could not overshadow the fact of Cosimo's death.

Anson Deer stood there in shock, and it took him several seconds to react: "Cosimo is dead?"

How is it possible? It must be fake. Don't these people spread rumors without thinking? 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 bit unbelievable. In the previous copy, they were still together eating Japanese food and singing karaoke, but only a week later, Cosimo died?

Anson Lu stopped reading online news. To him, information on the Internet was completely unreliable - in this day and age, there were no Internet police and anyone could spread rumors.

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

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

Cosimo sat in a wheelchair, pursing his lips, his messy blond hair covering his eyes; Lorenzo stood behind him, pushing the wheelchair, the tires turning, making a rustling sound as they rubbed against the ground.

The two entered the classroom and the teacher stopped explaining. He tapped the blackboard gently, 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.

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

"Yes, I brought him back to school." Lorenzo nodded in response.

There was a commotion in the classroom. The voices were as low as mosquitoes, but they overlapped and were harsh.

"Poor creature."

"What's the point of having good grades? You always look down on others. Is this your retribution?"

"I still have to sit in a wheelchair every day, a cripple."

"Haha, isn't this a child prodigy? How come he is so miserable? The teacher said he has a talent for scientific research? Oh, he also said he taught himself all the university courses. Do you think he is bragging?"

"I heard that his brother joined the army after graduation, and just because he got into trouble, he quit his job to take care of him."

"What a jinx."

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 shadows of the leaves cast by the bright sun covered Cosimo's gloomy cheeks.

"Bang!"

The sudden noise startled Cosimo.

Before walking out of the classroom, Lorenzo clenched his fist and slammed the door hard. The door frame shook violently, and the sudden noise quieted down all the students in the classroom.

There was complete 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 into 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 that I would hand Cosimo over to him and he would give me some money, but Cosimo is in this state now."

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

"Shut up!"

The father stood up and passed by Lorenzo.

Lorenzo turned to look at his father. The old man's back was like that of a furious beast, gloomy and violent, and his big fists repeatedly hammered on the closed door.

"Bang!"

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

"Bang!"

"And you have to go to school too! You have to go!"

"Bang!"

No matter how loudly he knocked, only the brisk and funny game sound effects could be heard from inside the door, and the man received no response.

"Kid, stand up. Physical disability is not the most terrifying thing. It's the disability of the soul that is! If you hide in your room and play games like this for your whole life, then you are truly useless!"

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

There was still no sound from inside the door.

Lorenzo hugged his elbows, looked at his father, and said calmly: "In fact, you are not worthy of saying such big words to him."

"Shut up, you idiot!" his father yelled at him.

"Yes, I can't make enough money to pay off your debt for the time being." Lorenzo said expressionlessly, "But this is not a reason for you to oppress him. He is just a child."

"Listen, your brother is much better than you." The father said word by word, "He is a genius, and you are not."

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

"Get out! Get out! You are not welcome in this house!" the father growled. "Lorenzo, from the moment you joined the army, you have been a waste to me! I spent so much effort to train you and let you study finance, and you..."

Before the man could finish his words, Lorenzo had left the house.

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

"Hold the handlebars with both hands and pull them slightly to separate the left and right frames. Press down lightly with your palms on both sides of the seat until they are in place..."

Cosimo murmured softly, put down the instruction manual, climbed onto the wheelchair, held the rear wheel handles with both hands, controlled the wheelchair 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 already gone to bed, and his mother was out working 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 used the wheelchair to move towards the sea.

Although the journey was not far, it took him a long time to reach the beach.

Cosimo could feel that someone was following him silently from behind - the steps were very slow and light, as if they didn't want him to notice. He knew who would be so bored as to follow him, but he didn't care.

The sea breeze blows on my face, bringing with it a hint of dampness.

The tires of the wheelchair gently rolled over the sandy surface of the beach. The afterglow of the setting sun made the sea sparkle, but at the gray boundary between the sky and the sea, the huge sun was slowly setting towards the horizon.

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

He looked up at the sky blankly, muttering something softly.

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

These were the cheat instructions for an FC game he played in the afternoon.

Enter the command once and the game character will start running;

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

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

Cosimo's face twitched slightly. He gripped the armrests and leaned forward, but his legs still did not respond. He tilted his neck, which was about to break, and muttered meaningless words hoarsely.

"Up, up, down, left."

Cosimo fell out of his wheelchair and landed heavily on the beach. He almost screamed at the setting sun that was about to disappear in the sky.

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

The boy crawled forward on the beach with all his strength, tears streaming from his eyes.

"Let me run, please..."

The boy was hysterical and buried his hands deep 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 was shining on the earth. The world was shrouded in darkness, and the dark sea tide gently slapped the white coast.

He climbed back into the wheelchair and, following the instructions in the manual, turned the wheelchair toward the sea. He then turned the rear wheel handles vigorously and the wheelchair quickly moved toward the sea. The tires gradually sank into the sea, 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, by the sea.

"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 gently, "Be confident. You can do it now. The Cyber ​​Assault sequence repaired the nerves in your legs."

Cosimo looked out to sea, "Well, I'll try again."

"You can try it as long as you want. I'll accompany you." Lorenzo patted his shoulder.

"Thanks, brother," Cosimo murmured.

He was stunned for a long time, then adjusted his wheelchair and pointed the tires toward the other end of the beach.

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

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

His body leaned forward, and his legs stretched out tremblingly at the same pace, stepping on the sand.

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

He carefully stepped forward, 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.

Finally, he ran.

“I’m running…”

The boy was running wildly on the beach, and the strong sea breeze blew his golden hair completely upwards.

“I’m running…”

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

“I’m running.”

Cosimo grinned in the sunset, the strong wind kept tearing his cheeks, and he roared as if he was 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 layer upon layer of overlapping metal, and strong mechanical prostheses covered the surface of his skin.

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

He turned his head and ran towards the boundless ocean. At the moment when his tiny figure was about to be swallowed by the sea water, a strong blue flame burst out from the metal holes in his leg prostheses.

"elder brother……"

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

“I’m flying—!!!”

Lorenzo raised his head in a daze, the boy's figure reflected in his deep blue eyes. After a long moment, he put his hands in his windbreaker pockets, a barely perceptible smile flashed across his eyes.

"You did it," he whispered.

Three hours ago, North Pole.

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

In his pupils, the three-headed dog was reflected, looking like it had escaped from a cage in hell.

[Boss Skill: Triple Flame Pillar.]

The three-headed dog's ferocious head had a bloody mouth and was accumulating terrifying heat energy.

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

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

"He's already dead, why let him take this skill——!"

"Are you crazy?!"

"Hurry up, the Boss is about to use his skills, who knows who will die next!!!"

The players behind him reached a consensus. They believed that Cosimo's injuries were so serious that he would die - but instead of dying from excessive blood loss, it would be better for him to help withstand the boss's skills.

Cosimo was pushed two or three meters away by the hands behind him, and he staggered and fell on the ice.

"I am……"

Cosimo raised his head, his cloudy blue eyes looked up at the winter sky, his pupils reflected the huge sun. He thought blankly for a long time, his lips trembling slightly with blood.

"It flew like that..."

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

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

Cosimo stumbled forward, his back covered in blood, with white, hideous bones protruding from his body.

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

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

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

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

“I’m flying again.”

The next moment, he spread out his mechanical wings, which were more broken than ever before, and soared into the Arctic sky, heading towards the furious three-headed giant dog.

Three pillars of fire shot out from the three mouths of the three-headed dog, intersecting and shooting towards Cosimo.

"cough--"

Cosimo roared silently in the flames, his internal organs seemed to burst and his throat seemed to tear apart.

After a while, he fell into the ice of the Arctic like a crimson meteorite, completely shattering the ice layer within a radius of ten meters and falling deeply into the freezing cold sea.

"Bang!!!"

At this moment, Cosimo's mechanical wings were completely shattered and every bone in his body was broken.

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

The warm blood almost filled half of the ocean, dyeing everything around it a violent scarlet.

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

"elder brother……"

To him, the sun in the Arctic seemed to be sinking into the deepest part of the sea and being swallowed by the deep darkness. The buzzing roar that was lingering in his ears returned to the dead silence of the deep sea at this moment.

"I'm flying..."

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