"I……"
Luna was stunned after hearing what Noel said.
Her words stayed in her mouth.
She had noticed earlier that something was wrong with the atmosphere on the city wall.
Those players looked at the boat as if it were an enemy, complaining about "getting dragged down" and "blame the number one player for taking an unconventional approach". However, before that, when the siren attacked, they only cared about experience points, and they were actually the fastest.
Once they are defeated and the situation begins to reverse, they will be the first to complain.
Even Luna herself... realized with some shame that she seemed to have subconsciously pushed all the responsibility onto Su Mingan.
She even said something like, "What does Player One think? Can we survive in the end?"
Although she has a certain level of wisdom and strength, she has become unconsciously dependent on the number one player, which is terrifying.
"I've watched Su Ming'an's live broadcast." Noel said: "In the first and second worlds, it was okay. At that time, the players were still independent and not so dependent. In the fifth world... the mentality of the players began to change.
Follow, encircle, imitate, assassinate...
They don't seem to focus on becoming stronger and clearing the level, but instead treat the dungeon as a battle to siege the number one player boss.
And now, this phenomenon is even more obvious.
Everyone's eyes were focused on him. Some of them even gave up thinking and just focused on looking at his shadow and following him.
...They have truly become a group that can be easily influenced and driven, and have lost their ability to think - easily driven by his actions, easily influenced by his words. Their eyes have been uncontrollably focused on one place. "
He stared at Luna, who remained silent, and paused for a moment.
Luna drooped her eyelids slightly and frowned, she seemed to be thinking.
Heavy snow fell on her hair, gradually covering it with a white blanket. Even the four armored team members following behind her were motionless at this moment, like stone statues covered by falling snow.
The air seemed to freeze at this moment.
"...but maybe this is what he wants." But at this moment, seeing her frowning face, Noel suddenly smiled.
"What?" Luna was still lost in thought.
"The lighthouse theory that was proposed in the first world." Noel said in a very low voice, almost a whisper.
He turned around, the corners of his mouth curled up: "...He is really a very far-sighted person."
Luna was slightly stunned.
The moment he turned around, she saw that his eyes were extremely bright.
...It was as if a bright fire was burning in his eyes.
Her eyes were still confused, and she didn't understand why Noel was so happy.
But as she thought about what he had just said, her expression gradually became solemn.
...Lighthouse theory?
It seems that she needs to study this thing after this copy is over.
It doesn't seem to be just a heretical statement used to deceive those low-level players.
She stood there, the wind and snow pressing down on her shoulders.
In her field of vision, players were still communicating in the channel chat.
"Where is the first player? Shouldn't he be responsible for handling this incident?"
"Yes, if it weren't for him, our dungeon wouldn't be so difficult! As long as the players don't participate in the sea feast, they can survive well!"
"Don't scold him yet. Let's wait for his next move. It must be difficult for the number one player. I just saw him at the dock. He was covered in blood and looked very weak. It must be that fighting against the Kraken King took a lot of effort for him. He is probably still lying down to recuperate. Everyone, please stop talking. The weather is weird and people must be exhausted..."
"Yeah, maybe he's still recovering somewhere. I wonder if he needs any care. I see all his teammates are gone, in this cold weather..."
…
"Crackle."
The warm firelight danced in the gradually rising temperature in the room.
The shadow of the flame flickered on the yellow wall, and the air we breathed in was exceptionally warm.
Su Mingan was lying on the sofa, keeping warm in an extremely comfortable posture.
A large stove made of flames was placed next to him. The heat warmed his hands, which had turned pale from being soaked in sea water. Waves of warm currents gradually flowed into his limbs.
The chat room of a player shouting "This damn weather is so fucking freezing" appeared in the lower left corner of his field of vision.
Since the houses near the South District Pier were temporarily requisitioned by local soul hunters, the players who were busy moving bricks were freezing cold.
But it had nothing to do with him.
Because it's warm inside.
He raised his head.
The knight sitting opposite was writing furiously with his head down.
The firelight flickered on Sheldon's rather pale face, his slightly longer hair stuck to his ears, and perhaps because he hadn't had a good rest for a few nights, there was an extremely obvious dark spot under his eyes.
"I hope... to reach that happy place immediately." He whispered, and Praya's words continued to write under his pen:
"It looked like a beautiful fertile land from afar, a ... fertile landscape filled with lovely treasures."
Having written this, his pen paused.
"The next sentence is, such people are the happiest and most blessed." Su Mingan continued.
As he spoke, he bit into the chocolate that replenished his energy and felt that the chocolate was warm.
"Thank you." Xie Lude immediately lowered his head and wrote this sentence.
Su Mingan took a look and saw that the new pages of the notebook on Xie Lude's legs were almost full.
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