"I know, I know." Carters said, "...but it doesn't matter if it's just ordinary players, but he is Edward, even he will be affected mentally..."
"Should we force him to stop participating in the game to prevent his points from being cleared, or should we..."
“We have invested so much…”
"...If there is a first case, there will be a second one. If there is another collapse of top players in the future... With their high weight, will the overall score progress bar..."
"……I see."
Several cigarette butts fell into the ashtray, and the distortion of the cigarette bodies revealed Carters' irritable and heavy mood.
"Do our best to treat Edward. He represents the top players, and nothing can happen to him. If anything happens to him, most people will lose confidence, and our call for challenging the progress bar will be like child's play." He switched to video chat:
"...Yes, he must be cured. Use the best resources and the best treatment plan!"
"If there are no resources, then go find those ordinary patients and ask them to take up the money! Then they say that resources are tight and can't be given to them."
"...I'd rather have 10,000 ordinary players die than let a top player get into trouble. Do you understand?"
"Not only must he be cured, but we must also do it before the Ninth World begins. We cannot expose Edward's mental breakdown."
"...If even Edward collapses, then let alone the others, the current situation of the adventure players will collapse instantly, and no one will dare to go out! Do you understand the importance of this?"
He took a puff of his cigarette and blew out a smoke ring.
"Oh, right." He remembered something. "Besides Edward, among the top 100 players, who else has been affected by this 'alienation'? Those who have been affected by 'alienation' are all high-risk groups. They must not get into trouble - especially not under people's noses!"
He couldn't imagine what would happen if a top player went crazy right under everyone's noses.
Fortunately, Edward's mental problems only occurred after he came back, instead of him collapsing directly in front of hundreds of millions of people's live broadcast, otherwise they would definitely be in a state of panic now.
"Oh, sir, yes." The person on the other side flipped through the information in his hand: "Player Ulrich, ranked 49th on the list, was once dragged into the tentacles, but soon, the tentacle monster retracted and he woke up again. It seems that there is no problem at the moment. In addition, there is the number one player Su Mingan. He has been with the tentacle monster for a long time and even had close contact with it for a whole day."
"How is he doing now?" Carters has been busy dealing with affairs recently and has no time to watch the live broadcast. He doesn't know what the progress of the Eighth World is now.
"..." The person on the other side was silent for a while:
"From the current live broadcast situation... it's not good." He said: "But he seems to think he is normal..."
"What do you mean he still thinks he's normal? What's his sanity value now?" Carters asked with a frown.
A SAN value below 60 points is already dangerous, with symptoms such as auditory hallucinations, interference with the five senses, and imbalanced body temperature. Below 40 points, all kinds of bizarre illusions will appear, leading the player to do some very scary things unknowingly.
If the san value is lower... it will cause irreversible damage to the human spirit, causing symptoms such as collapse, reality tearing, and even going crazy. Many people became crazy after their san value dropped below 40 points, and never woke up from the hallucinations.
If someone's san value is lower than 40...it's basically a death sentence.
"Currently, the san value of the first player is..." The person opposite turned his head and seemed to be switching the live broadcast screen.
"Ten o'clock," he said.
…
Su Mingan wiped the moisture off his face, and Mo Yan and Yueyue followed behind him.
Colorful lights danced in his eyes, everything around him seemed to be dancing with him, and there were soft whispers in his ears, like angels and the church choir singing in his ears.
He came to the pavilion table where he had eaten snacks and drank tea yesterday. Yamada Machikazu was sitting there, playing flying chess by himself.
Blood-red, pitch-black, and sparkling green chess pieces fell to the ground. The girl in blood-red Lolita lowered her head and rubbed the dice with her fingers. The dice were as white as bones.
"Yamada, get ready to go." Su Mingan called out and turned to walk towards Xia La's room next door.
There were faint voices coming from behind, somewhat unclear.
"…It's all your fault…"
Su Mingan turned around and saw Yamada Machiichi still with his head down, playing his flying chess alone. His bloody skirt flowed beside the stone table, like blood slowly flowing down.
...Was it Yamada who was talking just now?
He glanced at the barrage, but found that it was still blurry like yesterday.
He no longer paid attention to Yamada, as Yamada Machiichi had a somewhat depressed personality.
Yesterday he thought that Yamada had suddenly become cheerful, being a bootlicker and wanting to play chess, and he thought that his personality had changed a little too quickly, but now it seems that he is indeed depressed again.
He walked towards Xia La's room, pushed the door open, and found Xia La huddled in the corner.
"Shara, let's go," he said.
The girl treated him as a god and listened to everything he said.
But when he spoke now, she still huddled in the corner trembling, not daring to raise her head.
"What's wrong?" Su Mingan said, "Weren't you normal yesterday? Who bullied you?"
Xia La didn't say anything, but buried her head in her hair, her exposed eyes full of fear, like an ostrich hiding in the sand.
Seeing him coming, she looked up and two tears flowed from her eyes.
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