If the positions of the two parties were reversed and it was Su Mingan who killed Mizushima Kawaseong, some people would also accuse Su Mingan in this way, but that was not the case. So their anger was directed at Mizushima Kawaseong.
Various fierce comments appeared on the Internet, using extremely harsh words to describe Mizushima Kawase, and even attacking her private life and family. Some people spread rumors that she had sold her body and dated dozens of people. Some people said that her family was not good people either. Some people spread rumors that she liked to torture and kill animals, destroy public property, and even killed people since she was a child.
The ultimate terror, the ultimate distortion—all the malice swept over in an instant.
When Mizushima Kawaseong returned to the Holy City, a group of crazy players rushed up. The dead rat hit her face squarely, leaving a long line of blood. She did not dodge, like a lifeless wooden man.
“——Mizushima Kawaseong, you really deserve to die! You really deserve to die!!”
"——Why don't you just die——Just die! You are a sinner of mankind, you killed us!"
Under the crystal crown, her eyes were extremely empty. The blood of the rat flowed down her eye sockets, as if she was also shedding tears of blood.
The knights pinned down the crazy player, but the player continued to curse wildly, as if Mizushima Kawase was the murderer of his father.
This player... had scolded Su Mingan before, thinking that Su Mingan was too saintly and unworthy of great use. But now that Su Mingan was dead, he turned around and scolded Mizushima Kawaseong as if he was defending his own father.
The bluebird carefully handed her a handkerchief, but she turned her head stiffly and did not wipe it, but just walked quietly across the square.
Those abusive voices...still lingered in her ears.
It's like countless rivers that converge with all the ugliness of the world.
…
Secondly, it is a tribute to the first player.
The dead are always the highest, not to mention that he died for the purpose of passing the level.
Since people were scattered all over the world and could not gather together, they built small tents in various places as a memorial hall for him.
They sat together, looking back on his past, missing his voice, and imagining what a grand scene it would be if he were still alive. Hot water was boiling at the table, the gurgling sound of water accompanied by crying, and the white mist of water vapor floated up to the sky.
Lu Meng shed tears. She felt unbelievable - the scenes in the Destiny Theater had not appeared yet, so why did Su Mingan die?
Many people were crying. Although there are many evils in this world, there are also many good things. However, due to the survivor bias, these good things are hard to see in front of Su Mingan. Along his journey, there are already too many people... who like him very, very much.
I like this young man who never admits defeat, I like this strong and fearless young man, I like his tenderness and love deep in his heart. I like him, only him.
I control my fear for him, I have the courage to take action for him, and I want to bring all the good things to him.
"How desperate he must have been at the end. He clearly... wanted to go on, too."
“He’s been fighting bravely.”
Their voices also merged into a river. Facing the simple mourning hall, looking at the stone tablet with his name engraved on it, they spoke their last words and... their attachment to him.
"You have always, always... worked very hard for the advancement of humanity. Su Mingan."
"Su Ming'an. I finally got a copy, and I wanted to give you a gift. My cross-stitch is almost finished, and my fingers are left with many needle holes, but you are gone."
"No...your wish hasn't come true yet...you haven't seen your friends go home yet. Su Mingan..."
"Su Ming'an, wake up, please... Even if not for humanity, just for yourself. Please stay alive..."
"Su Ming'an, I used to be a social animal. I have always liked you who is so gentle. So, I also tried hard to become a gentle person. It is you who shaped my entire life..."
"Su Mingan. I am a high school student. I used to be very cowardly and could only endure being bullied. But your beacon speeches have inspired me to break away from my cowardly self. Thank you..."
"Su Mingan. I am a college student. It is your perseverance in the ruins world that influenced me..."
"Su Mingan. I am..."
“…”
"Su Mingan...good night."
"good evening."
His appearance reshaped the lives of countless people. When he passed away, these people were still here.
People put dried flowers, cross-stitch, sachets and small sculptures in front of the simple stone tablet. The young man's death was too sudden, and they had no time to hold a grand ceremony, so they could only build such a tomb.
Many feelings of attachment and love were written on paper and placed in front of his name. Tears blossomed into flowers.
He did not die in his hometown.
He is not even listed under the monument.
The snow is too cold.
They had been thinking, if only he wasn't so tired, if only he was like the live stream named 'World Game, Online Vacation'. But at this moment they suddenly realized that if they really expected him to die, if they really let him go on vacation... he would no longer be himself.
Among the voices of mourning, there are also some small voices:
"If he had been more perceptive, he wouldn't have died."
"How could he fail? Didn't he say he would win in the end?"
"If we could help him, instead of leaving him to fight alone..."
"But we can't help at all."
On the other side, in the basement of the Holy City, Li Yuxuan rescued Su Luoluo from the experimental bed.
Su Luoluo lay on Li Yuxuan's back in a daze: "Where is Xiao Yunduo...?" She looked at the overwhelming fire in the Holy City.
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