[System prompt: Player Yuan Guang is equipped with the identity of "Monster Book: The Painter Who Hates Himself"]

The fog spread from under Yuan Guang's feet as he ran. He roared and cried, and the utility knife in his hand turned into a pixelated brush, which he slashed at the people who were falling.

[System prompt: Player Yuan Guang uses identity skills (layer drawing)]

“Survive!!!”

"Only if you survive can there be hope!!"

The fog swept across the entire venue like an explosion. A pixelated gray layer caught all the people falling at a speed invisible to the naked eye. All the dazed people fell and bounced on this strange, cotton-like layer before landing steadily.

There were no casualties.

Realizing this, Yuan Guang sat paralyzed on the ground. Then the next second, he lowered his head and rushed forward, grabbed one of the men by the collar, and punched him in the face without hesitation.

He was crying, beating the surviving NPC, and shouting: "Why do you want to die! Ah!"

"If you die, you will have nothing!"

Yuan Guang's face was covered with tears. He choked up and said, "You are dead, but we are still alive. We will be very sad."

"Because you are gone..."

Year after year, they commemorate the dead, but Yuan Guang has never despaired, because he knows that everyone left is trying hard to hold on, and will hold on until the day they can't hold on any longer, and then say to him apologetically, Xiao Yuan, I can't bear it anymore.

They didn't really die, they just couldn't bear it anymore and needed rest. They died in hope.

[Xiao Yuan, I'm going to take a break for now. You can revive me when you win! ]

[Hey, I can't do it anymore, I'm so tired, you guys go first, and then you can give me a resurrection armor! ]

[President Yuan, I'll leave it to you next! ]

Uncle Wang knelt in front of him, slowly raised his head, and a smile appeared on his tearful face. He patted Yuan Guang's shoulder: "Why do you feel like you are about to cry? Why are you crying? Don't cry."

"I'm just going to our cemetery to rest for a while. I know that with Xiao Yuan here, one day -"

"Everybody's going to come out of the cemetery."

"We who were tired halfway through just temporarily deposited our death there and slept there for a while. Then the next day, when the sun rose and shone on our community, we old immortals woke up!"

When everyone died in the game and was dragged to jump from the edge of the building in reality, they turned their heads to look at Yuan Guang standing far away. There were no tears, no crying, no despair on their faces. Instead, they waved to Yuan Guang with a trusting smile:

"Goodbye, Xiao Yuan."

【We believe that Xiao Yuan will lead us to victory one day.】

[Thank you for your hard work, Xiao Yuan. Please keep our death for the time being. ]

People were still jumping down from the building. Yuan Guang looked up and ran forward with Shi Qian in slow motion. He swung his brush with gritted teeth, tears streaming down his face like crazy.

"You are not allowed to die!!!" He shouted with a hoarse and trembling voice, "You are not allowed to die in this despair!!"

"Hold on!!"

Everything in front of me started to blur.

Yuan Guang still remembers the first time they participated in the league. At that time, everyone was still circling the registration interface of the system panel, thinking hard about the team's participating name.

Someone jokingly said, why not call our unlucky guild a cemetery?

After everyone laughed and agreed, someone asked what the cemetery was called.

Uncle Wang scratched his head and turned to look at him: "Xiao Yuan, what do you think of Sunshine Cemetery?"

"...Uncle, it's too unfashionable." Before Yuan Guang could answer, someone started to complain.

"Sunshine does seem a bit rustic, and not fashionable enough, right?" Uncle Wang pondered for a second or two, and asked seriously, "Is it better for the team to have a sharper name..."

Uncle Wang looked at Yuan Guang and said, "Xiao Yuan, do you know of a form of light that is more powerful than sunlight?"

Yuan Guang was stunned: "...Laser?"

"The Laser Cemetery is also a bit strange..." Uncle Wang fell into a vortex of thought.

Someone next to me suggested: "What is the English word for laser?"

Yuan Guang thought about it slowly and said the word: "Laser."

"La-Selle?" Uncle Wang repeated Yuan Guang's words slowly with an accent. He laughed out loud, "That's good. This name sounds fashionable! This is it!"

Yuan Guang was running in the night as people were falling. Layers of pictures were laid out above his head. He clenched his teeth and held up the weight of all the people falling from the layers. He used so much force that veins on his neck were throbbing, but he still did not retreat an inch.

His eyes were fixed on a certain point in the air, and the sound he shouted out was heart-wrenching, as if his chest and soul were speaking simultaneously from Yuan Guang's thin body:

"Laser is the most powerful form of light!"

"As long as we are alive and exist, we will never lose to the sun!!!"

viewing pool.

The people in Russell Cemetery stared at Yuan Guang, whose face was covered with sweat and tears, on the big screen. They knew that what Yuan Guang had just said was directed to them.

They stood up slowly. Someone took a deep breath and raised the loudspeaker to shout at Yuan Guang on the big screen:

"Russell Cemetery, win!"

"Russell Cemetery, number one!"

"Come on, President!"

"We believe in the President!!"

"We will try our best to hold on until the last second!"

They roared so hard that the muscles on their faces trembled, as if they hoped that their voices could penetrate the barrier of the screen and reach Yuan Guang's side to help him lift up those heavy layers.

"This is the first time I've seen a tactician cheering for a teammate who can't hear anything in a game." Charles, who was sitting nearby, propped up his chin and looked at everything with interest. "But this is also the first time I've seen someone cheering for a teammate who can't hear anything in the viewing pool."

"Russell Cemetery, a magical guild."

Wang Shun looked at the scene opposite him where all the members stood up to cheer for Yuan Guang with mixed feelings. He then glanced at the reported data on the system panel. For a moment, he couldn't tell what he felt in his heart.

...Russell's pool approval rating is still rising at a decreasing rate.

The audience is very realistic. Being at a disadvantage is being at a disadvantage, and it will not change no matter how many people fight for it. The audience never sympathizes with the weak.

But... Wang Shun took another look at the members of Russell Cemetery who were roaring with all their might.

They don't fight for sympathy.

Even if reality is collapsing, even if the game is not in their favor, they struggle in difficult situations not to please others or become stars, they are just ordinary people trying to survive.

——They struggle and live in pain for themselves and for the "people" living in the cemetery who place their hopes on them.

Shi Qian stepped forward and used her shoulder to support Yuan Guang against the layer. Yuan Guang's legs went weak and he almost fell to the ground. Then he was helped up by Shi Qian, who gritted her teeth and held up the layer. He stumbled up onto the layer, and helped up those who fell on it one by one and hugged them tightly.

"It will be fine."

“This too shall pass.”

"One day..." Yuan Guang's face was covered in mud and his hands were covered in cuts. He held the young man who had jumped down after seeing the moon, raised his head, took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, "Even if we live in a cemetery for the time being, one day, we will live to see the sunlight shining in."

The man leaned on Yuan Guang's shoulder, slowly and stunnedly hugged Yuan Guang back, tears flowing unconsciously: "Really?"

Yuan Guang closed his eyes and hugged the man tightly: "Really."

"I and all my friends believe in this prophecy."