Chapter 232: "I'm Not a Celebrity"

“Brother!”

The first one to pounce was Mo Yan.

He raised his hands, holding his sword like a treasure, and there was a carving knife on the sword.

"——Brother! Sign!"

Su Mingan saw the fake signature on the sword that was crossed out by Mo Yan.

"Brother, you must sign one for me. You don't know how handsome you were just now... I have recorded everything you said just now. When I go back, I will definitely write down all your remarks in my little notebook..."

Mo Yan chattered on and on, holding his own sword in both hands as if he was offering some treasure.

Su Mingan's eyes lingered on the carving knife for a moment, and he said, "You want an autograph?"

"Ah, yes! Big Brother... Although you have become a great god now, I still want to call you Big Brother. You must sign an autograph for me and cover up the signature of that fake one. I am so annoyed by it..."

Su Mingan shook his head slightly and was about to turn around and leave.

Mo Yan was anxious, and hurried over: "Brother, don't you want to sign with the fake signature? Well, then you can sign on my clothes... Anyway, find a place to sign! I will definitely keep your signature well..."

"Forget it." Su Mingan shook his head.

Mo Yan gritted his teeth, looking reluctant.

...Did he do something to make big brother angry?

Why didn't my brother give him an autograph...

"I'm not a star." He heard his elder brother say this.

The others also seemed to come to their senses, and some immediately wanted to follow.

"First player, first player!"

The female player with the rose pistol apologized first. She was the first one to complain about the first player.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I really didn't know that the fake one wasn't you, I..."

After her, many people also echoed the apology and many people expressed their gratitude.

The originally quiet classroom suddenly became noisy with all kinds of words mixed together.

"First Player! I'm so sorry for what I just said..."

"Damn fake, I told you this guy pretended to be so exaggerated, how could the top player look like this!"

"I've already said it before, there's no such thing as a top player being beaten against a wall..."

"By the way, we need to beat up that fake guy and let him know how powerful we are!"

"Thanks to Player One for saving us... otherwise we really don't know what to do..."

"That... the No. 1 player!" A player caught up with Su Mingan and said earnestly:

"Well... you must have your own ideas about the progress of the mission. Can you tell us some of them... such as what to do next, what to do during the day and at night... In this way, we can better cooperate with you in the next few days and not cause you any trouble, right?"

He spoke earnestly and humbly.

But Su Mingan clearly remembered that this person was not like this before.

This person was standing in the corner at the time, cursing the "No. 1 Player" who was knocked down by one blow, saying that Su Mingan really didn't deserve to win in the end.

At that time, he remembered the man's words before he stood up.

But now, this person looked at himself as if he was looking at a life-saving straw, as if he was praying to God.

Others were also looking here, their eyes full of earnestness, as if they were waiting for his words.

Even Mo Yan is no exception.

He stood there holding his scarred sword, staring straight at this side.

"..."Su Mingan was silent for a moment.

"The best you can do is to cooperate with my method..." he said.

Everyone was looking at him, joy showing on their faces.

"...It's you people, go and commit suicide," he said.

It was silent.

In the large classroom, people's smiles froze on their faces.

"Haha...are you kidding..." the person next to him said with a stiff face.

"You won't be able to hold on until the end." Su Mingan said bluntly.

Facing the stiff expressions of everyone, he spoke without reservation: "According to my observation just now, except for Lin Jiang, none of you can last until the fifth day. It is only a matter of time before you fall into madness. If you don't want to be a madman after returning to the main god space, commit suicide as soon as possible. You still have a future."

He is telling the truth.

Even he, who was so mentally alert, was at risk of going crazy at any time in this situation. Of course, this might be related to his crazy nighttime death-seeking outings and his identity as a doctor.

Ordinary players, as long as they don't think about completing the game perfectly, as long as they are obedient during the day and sleep well at night, they can actually survive until the fifth day without much risk.

But the problem is that these people are a copy of him.

Would those who were in the same copy with him be willing to just survive for five days without trying other routes?

Won't.

Human greed is endless.

When they find that there is light to pursue and they can catch up with it by just moving their feet, they will not restrain their greed.

When they find that they are in the same copy as him, can board his ship, and follow him to gain more benefits, they will not just stay contentedly in their own rooms, but will want more.

Some people don't care about being the number one player, they only care about their own interests.

In this kind of role-playing copy, there are no real names, and the true identity of the players cannot be seen, so all malicious intent will be infinitely magnified.

He looked at his san value again.

He is really very upset now.

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