"I've long been fed up with her fans. They seem to be living in a dream, seeing her as the real devil. They really think there is such a thing as a devil in the world."
“Hehe… It’s mainly because of the Old God. After the Old God died, she suddenly became very popular. Maybe people regarded her as a friend of the Old God, so they took care of her so much.”
"The pig on the wind..."
Listening to these voices, Su Luoluo's eyebrows were shrouded in shadows, her pink hair was entangled with cloud hairpins, and her bangs hung messily on her forehead. She stopped and lowered her head slightly.
He bit it lightly with his teeth, then quickly released it.
...You can't be angry. If you show that kind of ugly expression, people will snap a picture, slice it up and post it online. You will be accused of "personality marketing" again.
...Su Luoluo. Smile, smile. Even if your smile was just to appease everyone at the beginning, now that you have so many fans, you have to keep smiling.
Eyebrows raised, mouth corners pursed, arc upwards——
Very good, very good.
The smile of Miss Demon King appeared again.
Now that the old gods have passed away, the army of the Human Self-Saving Alliance has not been disbanded, and wars from the Steam Age are still breaking out everywhere. Knights and pagans, countries scrambling for ruins... It's sad.
That's why she is needed to bring happiness.
"Let's go offline." She said to herself.
Exited the Dream Patrol space and took off the Dream Patrol helmet.
"Little...Cloud..." she whispered softly.
She had missed him countless times.
Maybe Little Cloud is not dead.
Maybe one day, he would open the door and tell her that he was home.
But three years ago, on a rainy night, a white holy sword pierced through the forehead of the old god in the sky. His pupils had become dilated, and even the gods had pronounced his death. After that, a group of lunatics came, flying crows and beating gongs and drums, and took away his body.
People went crazy for months. Some people gathered and shouted with loudspeakers all night, hoping to call back the souls of the old gods. Some people set up a lot of posts on the Internet, writing eulogies for the old gods every day. The people from the Human Self-Saving Alliance seemed to be even more crazy. They caught the nearby Holy Alliance soldiers and beat them up, completely disregarding their lives, as if they wanted to beat out all their anger and sadness.
The whole world seemed to be gray. Even the Dream Patrol members mourned for a long time.
The reason why this mourning lasted so long was because the gods did not do anything to stop it. He did not control the comments, did not issue an oracle, did not order the Holy Alliance to attack, nothing. It was as if He was also mourning for a long time, allowing people to miss the old gods.
Even though the old god only appeared for seven days, his speeches and actions awakened too many numb people. However, three years have passed and the old god has not appeared. His death is a foregone conclusion.
There was a harsh sound of renovation work outside the window, and outside was full of pipes and high-density buildings coiled like pythons. People walked on the street wearing mechanical arms, and occasionally some clergy ran by in a hurry.
"Last month's water bill exceeded the limit again? Why is water so expensive now..."
"No new games have appeared. The main plots of Louyue Kingdom and Girl's Dream Plan have stagnated. The black fog has only decreased by 10% in the past three years. Resources are becoming increasingly scarce... It is said that the coalition government is planning to launch a resource control plan."
"Damn it... we fight every day."
"Selling robotic arms - selling robotic arms - selling cyber contact lenses - selling electronic wooden fish -"
Su Luoluo closed the window to block out the noise.
She went downstairs and headed to the hospital.
She lived in the Human Self-Saving Alliance's base, which had developed very well. There were thirteen light rail lines alone, and the area covered was comparable to that of three large cities. It was divided into the central area, inner area, outer area, and suburban area.
According to the suggestion of the deputy leader Yamada Machiichi, the base was named "Dawn City". Although many players said that this name was unlucky, it was still used.
In the center of Dawn City is an old god church, which was built by Bishop Li. There is a huge old god sculpture in the square. Bishop Li also set up a relief fund and built facilities such as Hope School, hospital, and orphanage.
Su Luoluo arrived at the ward and looked at the woman on the bed through the window glass.
"Mom." Su Luoluo said.
The woman was unconscious and did not respond to her.
My mother's condition is getting worse and worse. Cancer is an incurable disease. Three years have passed and my mother can only lie in bed gasping for breath. She has even contracted other diseases and has become contagious. Even if Su Luoluo has more money now, it can't be changed.
After Su Luoluo finishes her live broadcast every day, she will sit on the windowsill and accompany her mother through the glass until dawn.
Today should be the last time.
The death that the gods had written for her mother was on January 1, 830... death from illness.
Su Luoluo just sat there, chewing the apple in her hand, until the snow covered her shoulders, until the end of her vision, the familiar face gradually became a layer of snow.
Until she lost her last relative in the world.
In the midst of all the desolation, she was finally alone.
After taking care of the aftermath, Su Luoluo walked down the street, feeling lost by the snow. She still had a lot of things to do, such as editing new videos and preparing for the evening live broadcast... But she didn't want to do anything right now.
But as soon as she takes a day off, those haters will pop out and accuse her of being arrogant and acting like a big shot.
Today is the first day of the first month of the lunar calendar, a festival similar to the New Year. Many people are hanging new lanterns and setting off fireworks. The aroma of food wafts out, and there are lively laughter everywhere.
In the snow, Su Luoluo left lonely footprints.
There was a noisy sound coming from the old church. She went over to join in the fun.
It turned out that the fifth game had appeared. Bishop Li was kind-hearted and bought tens of thousands of Dream Patrol helmets at his own expense and distributed them to people for free. Similar benefits, such as free rice, hot porridge, and bread, have occurred many times in the past three years.
"After three years, the fifth game actually appeared? How sudden." Su Luoluo said to himself: "Then I must go back to live streaming, otherwise I will definitely be hacked..."
She was about to turn around when something tugged at her heart. Her sight was fixed on two young men with black hair and blue eyes, one tall and one short.
She vaguely felt that... they seemed familiar.
…
"What's the name?" asked the priest.
"My name is Strawberry and his name is Banana." Noel said with a giggle.
"Be serious! This is a formal registration! The Dream Patrol Helmet is very precious!" The priest's face darkened.
"That's just our name. You can't discriminate against us just because we have a weird name." Noel sighed.
“…” The pastor could only lower his head and register.
"Yes... Strawberry." Su Mingan reluctantly called out this pseudonym: "The name Banana is still..."
They did have to use aliases, but they didn't say they had to use such outrageous aliases. It's okay for Noel to be called Strawberry, but isn't it a bit...
"Then what do you want to be called?" Noel tilted his head: "Orange? Peach? Houttuynia cordata?"
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