The First Player

[If all of humanity places its hope in one person, will civilization fare well?]

"When you read this, the life-and-death game to redeem the planet has already begun."

"All o...

Chapter 238 "Mom..."

“Mom, mom…?”

The young man spoke softly, his eyes full of childish innocence.

Su Mingan was stunned.

The next moment, the young man broke free from his hand, rushed over, stretched out his hands, and hugged him tightly in an instant.

The opponent's strength was so great, like a lost child who found support in an instant, or like a baby bird returning to its nest.

Su Mingan was alert instantly, and immediately held the other person's head, ready to launch the annihilation attack, but he heard the young man's extremely light, feather-like, choking voice:

"Mom...Mom, you finally came to find me. I'm so scared, I'm so desperate...Mom, is humanity going to be destroyed? I don't want to go back, I can't go back, I still have to...earn points for humanity..."

Su Mingan's hands trembled.

"You are crazy, go back," he said.

"No, no... Uncle Chen told me that the future depends on us. I, I still have strength, I can still go on, I can still... I can still survive... Even if it is difficult and painful, I will..."

The young man screamed in pain, like a dehydrated fish caught in a net.

Just by looking and listening, one can see the soul's cries resonating above the body that can't bear the burden.

Su Mingan's fingers gently pressed on his temple.

"Mom...Mom, won't you go back with me? I, I miss you so much..." The young man sobbed and shrugged his shoulders.

"I won't go back." Su Ming'an said: "It doesn't matter if you fail once, go and have a rest. After you adjust, you will have another chance."

At his fingertips, annihilation was activated.

The young man who was originally sobbing gradually lost his voice.

His extremely powerful embrace gradually lost its support.

Su Mingan let go of his hand, and the young man fell onto the white bed.

The young man's eyelids slowly closed, and he sank into the sheets, as if he had fallen asleep.

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