Chapter 257 BE10·Fall (Reader 20210319 Alliance Leader Added)



If you fail here, all your strength will be wiped out and you will have to start from scratch.

When he first enters the next dungeon, he will be unarmed and will become the target of other players.

...other players similar to Mizushima Kawaharu.

...other players like Edward.

The rain was pattering.

Su Mingan closed his eyes, and his vision returned to tranquility.

His chest seemed to be pressed down by a thousand-pound iron scale, and his stomach felt as if he had swallowed gold.

When he spoke again, his voice was still filled with smile:

"…Then I'll trouble you."

"What?"

"Let me die."

"..." Boss Rabbit's eyes showed obvious shock.

He doesn't understand.

In the past, He had also done this kind of task of granting special identities to players when they were on the verge of death, and there were very few people who refused Him.

Clearing everything, dying in humiliation, and starting over again, few people can accept such an outcome. Not to mention, the people He invites are usually extremely high-ranking players.

That was the case with Mizushima Kawaharu back then.

She looked at Him at that time as if she was looking at salvation, and she agreed to become a "victim" without hesitation.

...He thought that this time would be no exception.

The strongest, most powerful No. 1 player, who had been threatened by his compatriots and had been in danger of death by his compatriots, should have agreed to Him without hesitation.

Why……

"Why."

Thinking this way, He asked, with an urgency in His words that He himself did not realize.

"Because I can't move for the time being... I have no mana left, and I don't know how to die. Is drowning a bit too much..."

"No, I'm asking why." Boss Rabbit said, "Why, you rejected me."

"This reason..." Su Mingan thought for a moment: "If you had come three minutes earlier, I might have agreed."

"…Is it because of that guy?" Boss Rabbit said in an affirmative tone.

He was referring to Mo Yan.

“No.” Su Ming’an smiled: “[…because there are many of those guys.]”

"..." Boss Rabbit was silent for a moment: "You don't seem to think that this will end. What is your basis?"

Su Mingan didn't say anything.

When he smiled again, his voice became a little lighter: "...Guess?"

Boss Rabbit turned around.

After being rejected, He had no reason to stay any longer.

Su Mingan did not wait for Boss Rabbit's answer.

His mountain-like figure gradually moved away in the rain and disappeared. Then, the closed live broadcast room was reopened by the system at this time.

The barrage of bullets, like snowflakes, passed quickly in the dim vision.

Su Mingan could no longer see the words clearly.

But he could still guess what the content was.

He moved his fingers and adjusted the barrage mechanism so that the words that flashed by quickly could be played as voice.

A mechanical, cold voice echoed in his mind, along with the sound of crackling rain:

[Brother Ming An...it's okay, we still have a chance! ]

[Why did this live broadcast room suddenly shut down just now? I thought, I thought...]

[He will definitely stand up, he will definitely...]

[This is only the sixth world, the number one player will not fail - no! ]

[It’s okay, Brother Ming An, even if you stop here, I will decide the outcome... We will definitely make up for your share...]

[There are still more than nine months left, we still have a chance——]

[That's right, everyone must protect Ming An who has started over! Don't let other players bully him! ]

[And Lu Shu, Lu Shu will definitely not leave, Su Mingan, don’t give up…]

He listened, listening to these cold, mechanical voices, flowing through his ears with warmth.

The rain poured down his cheeks and he closed his eyes, wanting to fall asleep.

The cold rain hit his hands and his fingers trembled slightly.

He tightened his numb right hand. In addition to the almost numb pain, he also felt a rough touch on his fingertips.

The sword now rested on his fingertips, and with a slight movement of his fingers he was able to touch the scratched signature, the uneven surface of which.

…He touched a hard long sword.

For a moment, his heart seemed to be tightly grasped by a huge hand. His brain controlled his instinct, and in an instant, the hot blood surged out of this powerless body and controlled his movements. He stretched out his right hand almost frantically, slapped it on the ground, bent his five fingers, and tried to pull his whole body with his fingertips as a fulcrum.

He felt like the boat trackers on the Volga River in the oil painting. His almost broken fingers represented his fragile yet strong body, and his torn sack-like body represented the heavy, stagnant, cloud-like boat.

The tearing pain and the stinging pain of bent nails awakened him from the brief dullness and peace of his soul. He opened his eyes and felt as if he was looking at a new world through a sea of ​​blood.

He straightened himself up.

From head to toe, the phantom pain that gradually spread from the nerve endings and deep in the bone marrow became clearer and clearer.

[Extreme voices are good at dividing independent worlds, making people alienated and extreme.]

[People are used to denying this aspect of alienation and refusing to acknowledge the extremes.]

[…And for the extremes of alienation, they must walk freely and with dignity. ]

【Everyone is human—no one deserves to be an inferior, or a god different from anyone else.】

[Don’t ask who comes, don’t ask where they go, don’t ask about their experiences. ]

[And where freedom stops or is restricted, the game ends. ]

[The alienation of being denied, the extreme—he was happy to see this end.]

[He has mastered this "restricted freedom" and will use it to ignite a flame.]

[——He is willing to turn this endless hell into the paradise of his dreams.]

【He is willing to sink into the drowsy rain. 】

【In this era where we cannot see the light. 】

Su Mingan finally raised his hand with difficulty.

He gently and slowly pressed it on his temple, and in the heavy rain, he showed a very forced smile.

[Because in such a world, humans are destined to dance in shackles. ]

"cluster."

A soft sound.

[Number of survivors: 0]

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