Although Xia Linyin's eyes were red, no more tears flowed. She glanced around at the flat ground, where there were bloodstains and signs of fighting, indicating the intensity of the battle.
These bloodstains were likely left by the magician or the man in beach shorts.
"Given the vast power gap between the players and the final boss, each player has three chances to die."
She had been thinking about the purpose of this game. The game used the word "too big" to assess strength and gave each player three chances to die, which meant that the game believed that the gap between all players, even the most powerful ones, and the final boss was too large.
Since the game knows that the gap between the player and the final boss is too large, why would it still let the player face the final boss? If the death rate in the previous games was more than 50%, then the death rate in this game is almost 100%.
If all players are wiped out when facing the final boss, is the game's goal simply to kill all players? Obviously not.
So what exactly is it?
"I'll be waiting for you in reality."
You will return to reality.
"I've discovered some secrets about the game."
"You'll know when you get back to reality."
...
"I'm waiting for you."
Xia Linyin recalled Su Jinyan's words: Why was Su Jinyan so certain that she would return to reality?
What is the truth of the matter?
The man stood up, carrying a knife, and walked towards Xia Linyin.
He was like the most perfect masterpiece of the game, a humanoid weapon created by the game, devoid of any human emotions, only capable of killing his prey.
He is powerful, perfect, and flawless.
Xia Linyin took a step back, took a deep breath, and then gripped her crescent blade to meet the attack.
The high heels glowed with an eerie crimson light as Xia Linyin moved swiftly, calmly wielding her knife.
Her mind was clearer than it had been since she entered the square.
The two figures moved so fast that they were only afterimages, their cold light flashing, and their sharp blade energy cleaved the ground into deep trenches.
The man's knife moved incredibly fast, as if he were a high-speed precision instrument calculating how to kill his prey in the shortest amount of time.
His blade exuded murderous intent, each move aimed to kill.
Finally, the knife in Xia Linyin's hand flew out, the crescent blade spinning in the air before finally embedding itself deeply into the ground, cracking outwards in a spiderweb pattern around the blade.
Xia Linyin lowered her blood-soaked hand, calmly accepting her fate.
She knew that dying by a man's knife was only a matter of time, and that she had only managed to hold on for this long as it was the limit of what she could do.
The man raised his knife and slashed down—
The knife stopped abruptly above Xia Linyin's head, then changed direction and pierced the man's body with a "thud".
Xia Linyin looked at the man in shock.
The man's eyes were like a crack in a thousand-year-old ice layer, and the emotions deep within them surged forth.
His eyes quickly became bloodshot, a terrifying sight. The veins on his hand, gripping the knife hilt tightly, bulged and his knuckles turned white.
The man uttered three words with difficulty, "Kill me—"
Xia Linyin had heard Xiao Li say "kill me" many times, but never before had he felt such despair. His voice was filled with pleading, a deep pleading.
—Kill me, please kill me.
The painful and frantic struggle lasted only a moment before the man pulled the knife out of his chest, his handsome face returning to its cold and ruthless state.
Blood was flowing from the hole in his chest, but he seemed oblivious to the pain, not even flinching, and cleanly plunged the knife into Xia Linyin's chest.
“Li Luo…” Xia Linyin smiled, her breath trembling, “It’s so good that you still remember me, it’s so good…”
"I'm so happy..."
"If one day you fully remember me, always remember, it wasn't you who killed me, it was the game..."
"Maybe I won't die, but will return to reality. So, you have to take good care of yourself, or I... I'll be angry..."
"I love it so much..."
The knife plunged into her chest was pulled out, drawing out an eerie spray of blood. Xia Linyin knelt heavily on the ground, her head bowed silently.
The man stood motionless in front of Xia Linyin until his damaged heart and excessive blood loss finally gave way and he collapsed.
He used the knife to support his body and knelt on one knee in front of Xia Linyin, his breath spraying onto Xia Linyin's cold, pale face.
The man stared blankly at Xia Linyin, his eyes gradually losing their luster, his pulse ceasing, and a single tear slowly rolled down his cheek.
Snowflakes began to fall from the sky, landing on their heads and shoulders, gradually burying their kneeling bodies...
Until you can't see it anymore...
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