Turning back around, Sheng's unconscious trembling gradually subsided. After I gestured to him with my eyes, he coughed awkwardly twice before slowly nodding: "I'm fine... I did think about this issue at first, and the conclusion I came to was probably... a side effect of repeated reincarnation?"
"So you're saying he's mentally ill?" I asked.
Sheng nodded: "You could say that."
"Mental illness should be kept in mental hospitals, not left outside to wield weapons and scare people."
"But now that the world has become like this, it doesn't seem like anyone can keep him locked up anymore."
Sheng spread his hands and said, "However, if I remember correctly, that guy's attributes were actually quite normal before the game started. He was even praised as a model person or a youth representative, and I remember he was even in the newspaper. But as the number of times the game was restarted increased, the opening scene gradually became..."
"By the way, don't you have this game on your tablet? We can try to confirm it."
Only after he mentioned it did I belatedly recall the plain white board that I had casually stuffed into my shoulder bag.
I took it out of my bag again and handed it to Sheng. He then fiddled with the tablet for a while and brought up that familiar screen.
"This is really my first time." He looked up at me, then looked down and frowned. "Battery's almost empty, should I select all the initials first?"
"Come on in."
Soon, that bastard's interface appeared.
It's not the one I saw before.
[Information on known characters who have appeared in the story is displayed.]
[Code Name: ?]
Age: 19
[Personal Attribute: Advocate of Fairness]
[Ability Attributes: Stamina lv8, Strength lv8, Agility lv6, Magic lv1]
[Equipment: None]
There was nothing there.
Even the background for its first appearance wasn't a blood-stained hellish train carriage.
Despite being just pixelated figures, the clean train carriage still clearly shows groups of people chatting and laughing together. There are some students, a few office workers, and of course, elderly people and children.
The scenery outside the window is bright and hopeful, as if nothing will happen afterward.
Then came the screeching sound of brakes.
A dark-haired man dressed in simple overalls opened his eyes from his slumber, looking around blankly, his panicked face mirroring that of everyone else around him.
【what happened? 】
You can see these questioning bubbles appearing above his head.
Based on the previous developments, the next step should be an emergency announcement broadcast...
The image in front of me flickered twice and then went out instantly.
"What happened?" I looked blankly at Sheng, who was repeatedly trying to turn it on.
"Ah, that's normal, it just ran out of power. In fact, I'm extremely grateful that it was still working a moment ago."
Shaking his head, Sheng handed the board back, his expression turning serious: "But we've confirmed what needed to be confirmed, haven't we?"
I nodded and casually asked, "Do you still remember his personal attributes?"
“A champion of justice, right? That was at the very beginning of the first round.” Sangzhi rested his chin on his hand, first checking the work results of the two people who came to report on their progress, and then sending them away before continuing, “Ordinary people who have no good equipment, no experience, and are good at nothing except for good attributes, feel lost in their situation, but have a heart full of justice.”
"If I remember correctly, this attribute disappeared in the later rounds, and the person became even darker and more twisted." He paused for a few seconds, then muttered again, "I didn't expect that there would actually be such a person... Was the original purpose of this game to encourage players to complete it in one life? But in the early rounds, there were also points where not knowing the mechanics or not being prepared with the necessary methods would inevitably lead to death."
"Do you know which round he's in now?" I asked again to confirm.
Sheng pondered for a long time, then shook his head: "I don't know. He's no longer someone I can control, so I can't confirm his basic information... unless we seek help from those demons who are currently hiding somewhere."
"But judging from the extremely aggressive state of the disease at the beginning, it must have been at least four hundred rounds."
It is 665 rounds.
I murmured to myself.
If we include this round, it will be the 666th round.
I chose not to reveal this information, otherwise I would inevitably be questioned about the source of this information, but I also could not ignore it.
This is information that only I and that madman know right now.
I need to take into account any possible variables.
After confirming that, I smoothly transitioned back to the main purpose of today's trip: "I remember you said you would try to solidify your career in the next couple of days, right?"
Sheng nodded: "Also, prepare enough sharp weapons and Molotov cocktails."
“I can use fireballs, or I can try to build a wall of fire.”
Sheng interrupted me: "No, using Molotov cocktails might be more effective. What we need is to set up a long-lasting barrier, not a short burst of flames. Magic is a very precious thing in the early stages, so if possible, you should save your spells for crucial moments in case of emergency."
But right now, my most powerful attribute is magic.
I didn't refute his point of view. I just watched him squat on the ground, collect the few scattered bottles of liquor and glass bottles that he had gathered from the crowd, fill them with canned oil, and then use shredded rags to seal the bottle openings one by one to make sure there was no leakage. Only then did he divide them into two boxes and place them securely in the spaced-out boxes.
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