Su Mingan almost forgot.
Players like them... have been going crazy for a long time.
——Noel was clearly asking him for help.
Because Noel himself was about to collapse.
Before this, Su Mingan always thought that Noel was a person who was extremely good at adjusting his mental state. He emphasized that "games should be played with a smile". His smile was always as warm as the sun, infecting countless people.
Noel has an extremely enthusiastic and optimistic temperament. It seems that nothing can make him depressed and sad, and he can always maintain a smiling and optimistic mood.
...But where in the world can one find such a person?
As long as there are seven emotions and six desires, they will definitely be affected by the world. This influence is pervasive and will quickly deteriorate a person's condition. Especially since Noel is a kind and lawful person, the oppression he suffers is even more severe.
In the absence of mental medicine and a suitable psychiatrist, Noel used him as a mental buffer.
Noel was calling for help.
Seek help by talking.
Because perhaps he is the only one who can stand on the same level and understand Noel.
"Noel. Edward has gone crazy. I don't want you to become the next one." Su Mingan said, "Don't put too much pressure on yourself. No one will blame you."
“…” Noel’s fingers trembled slightly.
The spot of light condensed on his eyelashes, like a dazzling spark.
He blinked, and his eyes suddenly turned red.
"...Su Mingan, what should I do..." he said suddenly.
It was as if all his defenses suddenly collapsed, the smile that had always been on his face disappeared, and his sea-blue eyes began to tremble violently.
The moist light of water appeared in his eyes.
"...The mental state of those of us at the top of the leaderboard...is simply not enough to last until the end of the game..."
"The total progress bar is only 30.1% now. 30.1%! There are still nine months left... We can't hold on any longer..."
"Humanity is almost without a future. We are on the verge of collapse... The scary thing is that this matter cannot be made public. We cannot even spread this panic. We can only maintain this seemingly optimistic status quo..."
"Herbert must have known about this, which is why he took the initiative to quit his player identity. He must have known that we couldn't hold on any longer, including himself... That's why he gave up everything and left..."
"There's no other way. I can't hold on any longer. Last night, I was hallucinating every time I closed my eyes. When I walked on the street, everything I saw was gray and white - I can't see colors! I can't see anything..."
His body was shaking violently, and there was a thin layer of tears in his red eyes.
The fantasy style of the New World Guild was designed based on his personal preference. He likes the colorful feeling of every object reflecting light.
Colorful buildings, painted glass, glazed roofs that reflect light... everything seems as beautiful as a dream.
But now, these colors he specially designed,
——He couldn't see it all himself.
"…I can't hold on any longer, and I know it."
Nuo Er took a breath and said, "But Su Ming'an, I want to tell you, don't go crazy... You can't go crazy... You are the one who can't go crazy the most. Edward is crazy, Mizushima Kawase is going crazy, and I am going crazy too... But you are the only one who can't go crazy...
We give you the most painful and impossible things, and the heaviest responsibilities... You must not go crazy, no matter how painful it is, no matter how hard you try... You must not go crazy...
I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry… I forced you to do this, but we have no other options, I… I can’t do anything anymore…”
The mask of his bright smile finally fell off, revealing a tear-stained face.
His eyes were red and his face was filled with a mist of sadness, like a circus clown who had finally taken off his mask.
The comedian who loves to make others laugh the most now has a sadness in his eyes that can never be erased.
Su Mingan had never seen Noel like this.
On the day after the end of the Eighth World, Noel showed a scene he had never seen before, like a survivor struggling on a wooden board in a shipwreck.
...Even so, Noel only showed this look here, only to him, and did not convey this panic.
Even Noel's closest companions were not informed of this. They could only see the bright sunshine in him as the president of the New World, be inspired by his adventurous spirit as he rushed into the universe, and be infected by his optimism.
Who can see what the back of the sun looks like?
Noel's hands slowly dropped down. His shoulders were very slender, like a child's. No one could tell that he was actually six years older than Su Mingan.
"I won't go crazy." Su Ming'an looked into Noel's eyes.
He reached out and put his hand on Noel's shoulder.
No matter how painful it was, no matter how unable to hold on, no matter how desperate he was... Su Mingan believed that he would not go crazy.
...Even if the final outcome is really tragic, even if nothing can be salvaged...he will restrain himself from going crazy.
He slowly loosened his hands, without using much force, and told Noel in a steady manner, promising -
[Even if everyone is crazy, he is the only sane person among the madmen. ]
In a world dominated by madness, this is ridiculous, overestimating one's own capabilities, and going against the grain.
It doesn’t matter, they are “monsters”.
Feared by the average gamer, shunned by casual players, wary of the leadership... they are essentially a group of monsters struggling for themselves.
The curse of madness runs through everyone, penetrating every pore, but before it finally erupts, they all have the right to breathe every breath of fresh air.
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