In this dangerous game, no one can guarantee that they can survive to the end.
But when they saw the death image of the first player, everyone's heart was suddenly filled with an emotion of "impossibility". They subconsciously rejected this possibility, as if they had seen an extremely absurd and ridiculous drama. Even though the scene was in front of them, they still couldn't believe it.
"It's fake." Agnes whispered.
"I don't believe it." Lu Meng shook his head.
...He has always been invincible, how could he die?
...He has always been omnipotent, how could he die?
Mizushima Kawaseong tightly grasped the handrail. Even if it was hard to believe, she had to make sure that in this future, Su Mingan had indeed died before her.
Lu Shu stared at the screen in silence. In fact, as early as when the third image was played, he had already had a premonition when he saw himself swinging the knife on the screen. A beam of light in his heart died, and he was soulless in that state.
Noel narrowed his eyes. He was probably the least panicked person among all the people present. He almost understood that these images were just the predictions of the gods themselves, not the real future. Because the most fortunate and unfortunate thing was that the first player would not die.
The luckiest and the unluckiest.
So he will never throw off the burdens and shackles on his body.
"——Su Ming'an! You must remember the details in the video. If you find a similar situation around you, don't die like in the movie!" Someone shouted this.
Su Ming'an was startled. He looked towards the source of the sound but couldn't see who it was.
The next moment, someone shouted again.
"Su Mingan, I will help you keep an eye out for similar situations. If a scene similar to the video really appears, I will protect you!" Someone was shouting, and the voice was firm.
"First player, if you encounter something too dangerous, don't do it alone. Look at this video, it's obvious that you did it alone again. Call us if you have any problems, we will help you!" A girl's voice sounded, although her voice was trembling, she still insisted on finishing it.
"Looking at the video, if you, the first player, meet a priest one day, you must be careful!" A child's voice.
"Mizushima Chuan, you should be at the scene. Can you cooperate with Su Mingan for a while?"
"First Player, which country are you in now? Can we help you now?"
The sounds became more and more complex, with sounds of all sizes mixing together and gradually converging into an ocean.
Su Mingan sat in a chair, surrounded by all kinds of voices. He seemed to be able to see countless pairs of eyes cast at him under the fog, warm and caring...
It seems that since the Ninth World, after seeing the deeds of Asa Ak-To, people seem to have realized something.
"I..." Su Mingan started.
…
【The video screening has ended.】
[Teleporting everyone back to their original positions...]
[As a special event reward, each viewer will receive 200 Dream Patrol Spirit Points. ]
…
The next moment, a white light flashed, Su Mingan returned to the bed, and the sounds in his ears disappeared instantly.
He held the Dream Patrol Helmet in his arms, still maintaining his original posture.
Ah Du spoke hastily. She had been holding it in for a long time:
"An-chan, you're going to die!"
"......Yeah." Su Mingan responded.
"An-chan, what should we do? From now on, you should not contact any pastor! Your death will occur after you come into contact with a pastor! And we can't even see the pastor's face clearly." Adu said anxiously.
“…”
"Also, that pastor actually called you God. How can you be like God? He has no taste. But the crystal crown you will wear in the future is pretty. I want one too, hehe."
Although Ah Du is smart enough, his emotional intelligence seems to be not very good. As they chatted, they turned to the topic of headwear.
Su Mingan pressed the sleep button to let her be quiet.
He looked up and happened to see the mirror in the room. In the mirror, his face was pale, his eyes were very dark blue-gray, and he looked very tired.
But he didn't know if it was because he was dazed, he vaguely saw a hint of white in the mirror, as if his hair suddenly turned pure white. The next second, he immediately focused his attention, but found that the white hair just now was just an illusion, and his hair was still pure black.
“…”
Su Mingan checked again and found that there was no change in the mirror.
Looking at the clock next to him, he put on the Dream Patrol helmet, and with a "click", the game started.
…
In the present world, the capital of the country of Huomulier.
The world is changing rapidly.
Politics, economy, people's livelihood, environment, and international situation.
In the country of Huomulier, a black-haired young man stood on the stage and delivered a speech on the founding of the country.
The establishment of new countries like this is not uncommon recently. Many ambitious people are dissatisfied with the rule of the fifty-eight independent political systems and want to establish their own country. However, most people are quickly submerged in the tide of the times.
The pure black flag fluttered in the wind, and tens of millions of devout people gathered below the stage.
"The Dream Patrol era has arrived, everyone." The black-haired young man preached loudly.
If there were any players in the audience, they would quickly recognize that the ambitious black-haired young man on the stage had a face exactly like Su Mingan.
"My original intention was to build a country that could accommodate all the patients of the Black Mist Disease. I wanted to give you a place to stay where you wouldn't be discriminated against by normal people, hunted down by the military, or burned to death by the Holy Alliance of the Church."
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