Chapter 235: "The Most Normal Madman"
"How many cases are there today?" the man with slicked-back hair suddenly spoke.
"Twenty-three." The white-haired man said, "Mental breakdown... The reason is the Sixth World. These people went crazy as soon as they returned. Not only that, from what I heard, the suicide rate is also on the rise."
"...Will someone else commit suicide?" The man with his slicked-back hair was stunned.
"Even in the original world, there were so many people who committed suicide every day. In this world, there will be even more." The white-haired man sighed, "The world game, the organizers... They are like the sword of Damocles hanging over our heads, and we don't know when they will fall."
“…”
"The world is changing in leaps and bounds, and people's ideas, positions and methods are different. Some choose to go with the flow, some choose to catch up, some choose to gain experience from skills and props, and some try to talk directly to the organizers... Then it is normal for some people to be unable to face it and choose to end their lives."
“…This is ridiculous.”
"The people in this world have long been like dead skin bags," he said. "Look at those people walking on the street, sitting in the store, lying in bed, speaking in the forum... Even though they look like bystanders, they are actually dying... psychologically dead, they are like dehydrated patients."
“…”
He pointed his finger at the cigarette, and white ash fell from the cigarette butt: "You saw it, Cole, those people who committed suicide in the main god space live broadcast - they were really desperate and even their souls were wiped out.
Those people believe that mankind has no future, that the long river of history has been cut off from our generation, and that tomorrow one year from now will never come..."
"Stop talking," Cole said.
“For those who committed suicide and will never be resurrected, have you seen the way they died in the screenshots on the forum? It was really shocking… The look in their eyes was the most hopeless I have ever seen. All their memories, fantasies, dreams, and ideas… were completely wiped out.” The white-haired man had no intention of stopping.
He leaned against the wall, blowing smoke rings, his eyes gradually becoming indifferent:
"Some people burned themselves to death, their ashes scattered like snow, some died in explosions, their flesh and blood were everywhere, some chose to swallow poison, their skin dried up little by little in the live broadcast room...
Are they doing something wrong? Not necessarily. They have the right to give up their lives.
They have lost all hope. Like believers who have lost their faith, they have come to a completely unknown era where there may be only darkness forever..."
"Stop talking." Cole repeated.
He clenched his fists, closed his eyes, and his face was full of unwillingness.
"And us... you and I, standing here in the artificial rain, smoking cheap cigarettes that remind us of the past, and talking about these meaningless topics.
We act, in essence, the same as the guys in the World Forum, we just say so.
Humans always like to beautify their own behavior.
Cole, we probably can’t escape this fence that we have built ourselves…”
"I just feel sorry for those guys. I just happened to run into such a copy." Cole said: "Qin Er - find someone who is willing to listen to you."
"I'm just expressing some emotions." Qin Er smiled: "After all, if a person keeps suppressing himself and lives like a machine, he will really become a madman."
"If you don't participate in the dungeon, you will become a madman. The human mind is really fragile."
"Don't overestimate humans, and don't underestimate them, Cole." Qin Er said, "Look, although there are always people who are desperate, in such a world, there will always be pioneers of the times."
"Vanguard?" Cole grinned a slightly sinister smile: "The group of crazy players at the top of the list?"
"You think they're crazy?"
"The brain circuits of the top players are obviously consistent with the copies set up by the organizers. How can a person with the same brain circuits as the organizers be considered a normal person?"
"Perhaps you are right." Qin Er nodded in agreement, "But as far as I know, it seems that no top player has gone crazy so far."
"It's easy to explain." Cole sneered.
He looked up at the screen of a live broadcast room playing in the rain, and his eyes suddenly became icy:
"——Because those players at the top of the list have already gone crazy. How could a madman go crazy again?"
"Yeah?"
"Since the first time we completed the game, no one is a normal person anymore." Cole curled his lips.
Qin Er looked away.
What he was looking at was a live broadcast screen, where a doctor in white holding a scalpel was looking expressionlessly at a path of corpses on the ground.
The blood color permeated every corner of the narrow corridor; even the yellow escalator seemed to be painted with a layer of blood.
Weird, terrifying, and dark like thick clouds seemed to be able to slowly flow out along the screen at any time.
…Just looking at this scene made him feel extremely uncomfortable.
Not to mention the players involved.
...Even if these players survive in the end, they will probably not be far from being crazy in the end.
"This copy is dividing humans horizontally." He said: "Normal people, and Mad people."
"When humans reach a certain limit, they are no longer considered human." Cole said, "The way of thinking and values of this group of people are very different from ours. They have long been led astray by these dungeons, but this dungeon is particularly obvious - the stronger the player, the more deeply they are affected by the dungeons, and the crazier they become."
"For example, the strongest number one player?" Qin Er pursed his lips towards the screen.
"Him." Cole laughed.
His hanging hands swayed slightly unconsciously, and before his eyes was a world that was almost upside down.
In my ears, the sound of raindrops continues.
"...He is the biggest madman." Cole said: "To expect such a madman to lead mankind - then I might as well find an opportunity. Believe in a religion and hope that God will lead me."
"The first player is a madman." Qin Er nodded: "But he is also the most rational and normal madman. Before he really goes crazy and loses his mind, everyone can believe that he is the most normal person."
"What do you mean?"
"It's nothing... I was just saying it casually." Qin Er suddenly changed the subject: "Oh, by the way, I forgot to tell you that I recently converted to Christianity."
"Interesting, it's something that can make a guy like you so obsessed... What kind of religion is it?"
"Lighthouse Church."
"……What?"
"Lighthouse Church." Qin Er repeated in a very light tone: "Maybe I am going crazy too."
"Are you crazy? You want to believe in that guy?"
"Unexpectedly, I think it's not bad." Qin Er smiled:
“…In such a hopeless world, everyone has his own god in his heart.
Treating madmen as gods... Do you think I am the one who is crazy, or do you think people who believe in this generally, what about those humans?"
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