Chapter 40 Don't Be Afraid [VIP]
The little boy had been hiding his knife in his pocket, but because his hands were tied, he couldn't reach it, so Ziyu always thought he wasn't aggressive.
It's also his fault for relying too much on the plot; he never imagined that such a slight deviation from the plot would lead to this outcome.
After stabbing Ziyu, the boy, whether out of fear or something else, suddenly let go of the knife and ran out of the cave with a few sobs.
The night outside was pitch black, and the little boy rushed into the darkness and disappeared from sight.
Ziyu gasped for breath, his life slipping away so quickly that he didn't even have a chance to speak, and his vision blurred in waves.
[Help... hurry up and start a third playthrough for me.]
[This is the system assistant, replying to the host: Our game does not have a third playthrough.]
Ziyu was stunned, and his whole body ached. He was only grateful that the illegitimate child was still young and did not have much strength or stabbing skills, which gave him some breathing room.
【What did you say? 】
[Reply to the host: The only condition for starting a new game cycle is a system error. If the host dies in the game, due to the extremely realistic nature of our game, the host will be forcibly removed from the game and returned to their original body to receive appropriate psychological treatment.]
Upon hearing this, Ziyu felt that the blackout before her eyes had become even more severe.
If he were a real player, Ziyu would probably praise this measure, but the problem is that he was forced to come here!
His physical body is already dead!
Forcibly removing a game is no different from suicide.
Ziyu gritted her teeth: 【You son of a bitch…】
He's held on for so long, is he really going to die here?
Are you kidding me?!
His vision blurred, and Ziyu didn't even have the energy to curse the system anymore.
He sacrificed so much to be resurrected, playing the role of a scumbag without a break all year round. Now he's being told that because he kindly saved someone, he was stabbed in the back, so all his efforts were in vain and he's going to die here.
He hasn't gone back yet, and he hasn't returned the money to that person...
Ziyu was at a loss, unable to express any of his thoughts.
He's going to die.
He's really going to die.
He was about to die a humiliating death at the hands of a stalker's knife, in this filthy, cramped cave.
Before he died, besides that person, the only other person that came to Ziyu's mind was Qinyu Town.
What will happen to that arrogant, heartless scumbag after he finds out about his death?
It won't be anything serious... It's just a game. Once he, the only player, logs out, will most of these NPCs be forcibly paused? Or will their memories be wiped clean?
Having lived in this world for so many years, I realize I've left nothing behind.
Ziyu slowly closed his eyes.
Perhaps it is as people approach death that the revolving lantern appears.
He thought of himself in reality.
He was an orphan whose parents died early. His childhood memories consisted of clutching the compensation money he had and passing it from one relative's family to another. People came and went, and he would lower his head and lower his eyes, obediently passing it around in their hands.
That's why he has such a deep sense of empathy for the life of the submissive character.
In some respects, they are similar.
People like them, who receive no love or care, often become empty shells, devoid of heart, speech, and strength.
In order to survive, they will desperately search for something to prove that they are alive.
The submissive character clings tightly to his love for the scumbag seme, while Ziyu clings to money.
While other children his age didn't even understand the meaning of money, Ziyu learned how to cling tightly to the bill representing compensation in front of his wolf-like relatives, striving to survive and not become completely useless.
The country also made great efforts, regularly providing poverty relief funds for orphans whose parents died early, but Ziyu only found out about this later, as those subsidies had already been snatched away by relatives under false pretenses.
Throughout his childhood, his relatives never gave him a penny. They always said that he already had compensation money, so they simply stopped giving him money, even though they all knew that the money could only be used after Ziyu came of age.
But Ziyu never harbored any resentment towards them.
He was too busy. From the moment he started living under someone else's roof, he began looking for all sorts of part-time jobs on his way to school. He was young and there was not much he could do, so he could only earn money by helping classmates with their homework or running errands. Resenting others would also take up time, so he never complained.
I'm so tired.
All he wants is to make money.
Only by earning more and more money can he leave these people, escape the despair caused by indirectly causing his parents' deaths, and stand before their graves again to say, "Mom and Dad, I've taken good care of myself."
But he was still too young.
At such a young age, they have too little experience, are too easily frightened by the world, and have too little understanding of the malice of adults.
A minor illness can easily destroy the order that a child has worked so hard to establish.
He had no money to begin with, and the embellished descriptions by the scammers, designed to swindle him out of money, only fueled his despair. He huddled in the corner of his hospital bed, a tiny figure desperately trying to get his poverty relief funds. If he could, perhaps he could save himself.
He humbled himself and pleaded desperately.
Despite being a child about to take the high school entrance exam, she was as thin as a kitten. Her wrists, which were exposed when she hugged her legs, had prominent wrist bones and lacked any of the plumpness that one would expect at her age.
But all the calls from my relatives were hung up on.
At that moment, little Ziyu thought he was going to die.
A few hundred yuan is a huge sum of money that a child has worked hard to earn, but in a hospital, it's just a small entrance fee.
In his view, several thousand yuan was already an astronomical price.
His only relative, whom he could rely on, had already taken his children to settle and travel abroad, and he could no longer contact them.
He's going to die.
Xiao Ziyu was prepared for death. He thought, "I'm so sorry, I can't tell my parents that I'm taking good care of myself."
Perhaps Heaven couldn't bear it, because on the day Ziyu decided to die, that person appeared.
Those were broad, calloused hands, with the same pale skin that came from illness, but the temperature in their palms was surprisingly high.
He picked up tiny Ziyu, whose soft little head gently rested on his shoulder. Ziyu could smell the familiar scent emanating from that person, a bittersweet blend of sunshine and herbs.
The person patted his back gently and said softly.
"I will save you, don't be afraid."
—Don't be afraid.
Those were the words that person said to him the most.
From then on, Ziyu became his shadow.
Beside him, Ziyu once again witnessed the allure of money.
His wolf-like relatives, under the influence of money, all became obedient and polite. They said they respected all of Ziyu's choices, that Ziyu was a good child, and that Ziyu could play to his heart's content.
Things he once found difficult became easy with money.
Those hands held his, and with a gentle voice, they taught him to learn knowledge and how to recognize people. They protected him and helped him smoothly get into university.
"Don't be afraid, Yu Yu." The person leaned against the hospital bed, sunlight shining down from behind him. Perhaps even God was jealous, after bestowing this person with an extremely intelligent mind, He ruthlessly deprived him of his healthy body.
He took Ziyu's hand and gently embraced her, just like when they were young.
“I will always be by your side,” he said. “Whether you live or die, I will be with you.”
"Really?" Ziyu, from her university days, moved closer to the man and asked with a smile, "Why are you so good to me!"
The man smiled without saying a word.
—But later, that person also announced their engagement.
A lifetime of memories may seem long, but in reality it is just a fleeting moment. Ziyu was shocked to realize that in his short life of more than twenty years, that person actually occupied more than half of it.
And that person's appearance...
In her memory, the man lying on the hospital bed was reading a book. The sunlight outside the window was just right. Ziyu stood outside the sanatorium ward, holding the door, quietly watching him.
He had a pair of gentle and affectionate eyes, a high nose bridge, and thin lips. Even on the hospital bed, his pride remained. The moment he looked up, his eyes met Ziyu's, and his sharp pride softened into a tender gaze.
His appearance...
Who is it?
A white light suddenly shone in front of me, and a figure appeared before me, backlit yet seemingly draped in light.
Light finally appeared before Ziyu's eyes, which had been shrouded in darkness, and the man's silhouette gradually merged with the man in the light.
"Ziyu!"
"Here!"
A familiar male voice rang out excitedly, and when the light shone on the pool of blood beneath Ziyu, the voice trembled uncontrollably.
"Ziyu! Ziyu...!"
Qin Yuzhen hurriedly used his limited medical knowledge and clumsily, trembling hands to stop Ziyu's bleeding.
He was wearing a GPS tracker and had already sent a message to the police the moment he saw Ziyu; they should be on their way now.
He dared not touch Ziyu. The bright red blood all over the ground reminded him of the image of Ziyu being pierced through the chest by steel spikes in his previous life. The bright red blood stung his eyes.
Qin Yuzhen grasped Ziyu's icy hand.
Ziyu stammered, "It's...it's you..."
"Yes, it's me, I'm here."
Qin Yuzhen suppressed his emotions and whispered to comfort Ziyu, "Ziyu, it's me."
"Don't be afraid."
"Don't be afraid."
Ziyu managed a weak smile, and a hint of genuine emotion finally appeared in his eyes, which had remained calm since he was born.
very nice.
He was able to see him even on his deathbed.
"Don't sleep, Ziyu, they'll be here soon." Qin Yuzhen gripped Ziyu's hand even tighter. "I'm back at the Qin family. When we get back, let's get engaged, okay?"
Ziyu could no longer hear what was being said.
Before death, a person gradually loses their five senses.
First comes sight, then touch, and finally hearing.
He's really going to die.
Ziyu closed his eyes.
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[This is the system assistant. Detecting the host's strong reluctance to exit, the assistant has requested assistance from higher management to slow the host's blood loss and death rate.]
[Please continue completing the game tasks and achieve victory!]
A note from the author:
I've finally finished writing this!
I'm really sorry, it's probably because my writing wasn't very good... The pacing was a bit slow, I'll adjust it later...
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