[Lord God World·Area 12]
In the pure white building of District 12, which belongs to the United Group, a blond man in hospital gown shouted to the doctor who came in:
"——Don't come over here!"
The doctor stood there, smiled friendly and waved his hand.
"Please don't be afraid. Look, there is nothing strange on my body." The doctor turned his body to show that he had no tentacles growing on his body.
Edward's pupils shrank, and when he opened his eyes, he saw colorful spots jumping in front of him. He had the urge to do nothing and die quickly.
...I want to die.
...I want to die, I want to die, I want to die.
What humans, what points progress bar, just destroy them all! He couldn't do anything, he didn't want to enter those copies anymore, he had enough! Enough! He had been tortured enough by the underworld copies!
The disgusting audience who only know how to gossip, the organizers who treat him like a discarded shoe, the United Group who only know how to treat him as a blade... They all want to die! This is all disgusting!
He scratched his scalp in annoyance, but he didn't feel any pain. His five senses had deteriorated, and even the pain sensation had become blurred.
"Mr. Edward..." The voices of Edlon and others came from outside the door.
“—Get out! Get out! Get out of here!”
He roared and threw away all the cushions around him. He hated that the main god world could not cause direct harm to people, otherwise he really wanted to stab himself.
He suddenly fell forward on the edge of the bed and began to dry heave.
"An NPC...an NPC!" He retched, pinched his throat, and his eyes turned red.
...That NPC named Siber is obviously just an NPC! Why could she affect him to this extent? Why did she still have that horrible mental influence on him even after he was dragged into the mud by her tentacles?
He dry-heaved a few times and masochistically opened the live broadcast room interface.
At this time, out of the one hundred live broadcast room interfaces, only twenty-seven were still lit. Among the many dead players, eighteen were killed directly or indirectly by Su Mingan.
And he is one of them.
——He is also one of so many losers!
Looking at the No. 1 player live broadcast room, which had a popularity of 500 million and was much higher than other live broadcast rooms, Edward retched in disgust.
Why does Boss Rabbit only want Su Mingan and not him?
He knelt down and begged with such a solemn expression, why didn't Boss Rabbit even look at him?
And that Siber... Why can Su Mingan match such a powerful NPC? Why won't Su Mingan be transformed by those tentacles?
His fingers randomly moved around the live broadcast rooms, but he accidentally clicked on one of them.
"——So far, the Eighth World is progressing well."
This is a live broadcast room responsible for commentary and broadcasting.
During the opening of the world dungeon, many casual players who used to be professional anchors, announcers, and game commentators will choose to broadcast the live broadcasts of other adventure players and provide real-time explanations.
Many players who like to listen to commentary will choose such a live broadcast room, where the atmosphere is more relaxed and there is no sense of tension from being in the other person's shoes.
At this moment, there were several commentators sitting in this most popular live broadcast room.
The live broadcast of the First Player was playing on the screen behind them. They sat at the table and explained the plot of the Eighth World in a tea party-like format, connecting the incomplete clues in each live broadcast room into a complete line to help viewers who did not watch the live broadcast 24 hours a day to understand.
"...The number one player has already gained an absolute advantage. The players we had high hopes for before, such as Mizushima Kawai, Edward, and Aland, have clearly been matched with powerful guides, but they are still unable to control the situation." The speaker is a male commentator with the ID "Junjun". He is a famous S series commentator on Zhai Xing and is extremely popular.
"This counterattack began to emerge on the sixth day. After escaping the frenzy, the first player and his pagan guide returned strongly and caught the other players off guard in the first tribe."
“…I really didn’t expect that the No. 1 player’s strength has grown to this point. In the Seventh World, his strength was not actually demonstrated.” The female commentator with the ID “Qiqi” responded.
"Lu, Isabella, Yamada Machiichi, and Luna have been helping the first player. This is the most surprising factor in the eighth world. Aside from Lu Shu, whose screen has gone black, and Noel, who has been helping out, the first player is no longer the 'lonely man' that the audience teased."
"...Now that the fangs of the world dungeon have begun to show, we don't want the alienation to cause panic to everyone. We can maintain mental stability in this crisis and bring courage and hope to everyone. The title of the number one player is well-deserved..."
The commentators completely grasped the audience's mentality and praised Su Mingan crazily, one more than the other, as if they were not the ones who had been pessimistic in the early stages.
Edward's face became gloomy as he listened to the explanation.
——What do these people think of them?
Is it a game competition? Is it a 5v5 fair competition? Or is it a dungeon where you team up to fight monsters?
This was a world dungeon where players risked their lives to fight on the front line! Why did he only see a barrage of people chatting and betting?
——Is this group of people worth it?
——Are these people really worth it?
They just make him feel sick!
He stared at the pattern on the back of his hand that he had passed perfectly so far, and looked at the pure white mark for a long time.
He suddenly raised his head.
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