"It's okay to kill you."

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[Main God Space·12th District Server]

"Click."

Blue flames burst out in "clusters" and danced faintly between the intertwined fingers.

The white-haired man frowned and looked at the gray sky, while the smoke from the slender cigarette smoked out between his two fingers.

"It's raining..." He blew out smoke rings and looked slightly tired.

Next to him, someone crouched and hid under the eaves. Outside the eaves was an overwhelming rain.

"——I don't know which bastard is starting to play with that shitty weather architecture system again." The man next to him had a slicked back hair and a handsome appearance. He looked like a standard Western European. He patted his gown and shook his head.

Raindrops fell on the floor: "Shit——! I really don't know how these people's brain circuits are developed. They like to simulate rain, snow, and hail day after day. Do they like these bad weather so much?

"

"Don't say that, maybe he was born in a country with continuous rainy season." The white-haired man said with a smile.

"Are you saying that these bastards are homesick?"

"K."

"...I really don't know what that rabbit is doing with this, virtual architecture system? It's ridiculous. Are they here to see our jokes? To see how embarrassed we are when we miss our homeland?"

"Maybe this thing also works."

"--What?"

"When Fulton invented the steamboat, the scoffers had no idea it would usher in a new era."

"Can this be the same? Just Fulton, if the things brought by that rabbit can be considered a change, I would rather this new era die. Humanity should have been destroyed long ago, starting from the world war of the last century

From that moment! Can you imagine? Such absurd and absurd things appear in today's era - many people, like toys, like actors, are watched by their compatriots, and even so many people take pleasure in it, until now

Not awake yet!”

"...Then what can we do?" The white-haired man blew out a puff of smoke: "...Are we even awake?"

"What do you mean."

"Standing here, looking at this illusory heavy rain created by people who are like shit in your mouth, while smoking a cigarette with a familiar taste, I curse my compatriots and denounce us in reality..." the white-haired man said

He looked up, his eyes slightly stagnant: "...can't be considered sober."

He looked at the continuous heavy rain in front of him and pushed back a few strands of his hair that were soaked in the rain: "At most, I'm good at complaining."

"I..." The man behind his back choked for a while.

"Don't be brave. Just at that moment, your short pause, you have already answered me instead of your words."

"I just choked on your cigarette. Damn it, couldn't you smoke less?"

"...Ha. If I can't do what I like to do here, then it's no different from a prisoner. The street is not a no-smoking area."

Although he said this, the white-haired man turned slightly to the side to prevent the smoke ring from drifting past.

The two seemed to fall into a brief silence. They leaned against the wall and looked at the pouring rain in front of them.

Amidst the heavy rain, colorful fountains mixed with mist-like rainwater.

Under the dim sky, a field of red and green flashed like a traffic light. Through the clear light of the thin mist, people holding umbrella handles could be seen walking through the damp and sparsely populated streets.

According to system time, it is night time.

However, the changing weather makes day and night possible at all times. People's concept of time gradually blurred, and in the end time just became a number for each copy.

The monitors on the street are still showing the live broadcasts of the top players, but what appears on every screen is despair.

The Sixth World, which has been hailed as "the most difficult dungeon", "the most dangerous dungeon" and "the death dungeon" by people on the world forum, puts great mental pressure on people.

Even if you are just looking through the screen, you can feel the panic and despair conveyed in the picture.

And all this, after some players actually died, some players became irrational lunatics, and went crazy in the square, people's fear was amplified.

The reason why people dare to die, dare to participate in these copies of the underworld, and dare to experience pain and death is actually because they "cannot really die".

But now, this premise shows signs of being broken.

Not really dead.

But it would be really crazy.

...No one wants to be a lunatic.

Nowadays, even the flow of people in the Main God Space is much less. Many people don’t even dare to stay in the teahouses where people gather to watch the live broadcast, because they will be scared after watching it for a long time.

Panic is like the tide, it can spread easily among people.

It's like there's invisible pressure appearing among people, and there are endless posts expressing negative emotions and pessimistic attitudes.

The people who were originally inspired by the progress bar of points for all mankind, encouraged by the United Group's human self-rescue meeting, and determined to end the war, now had a bucket of cold water poured on their heads.

People are in a trough.

"Huh..." The white-haired man blew out a smoke ring and looked up at the gray sky.

Time passed in silence, and people came and went in front of me.

While they were standing still, several hurried figures passed through the heavy rain.

Between them, there was a man tied up on a white stretcher. The man had his eyes open and was muttering to himself, as if he had become a demented child.

"...No one can escape, no one can escape, we all face hell..."

"I can't escape, it's... too late..."

In his mouth, he murmured words, which drifted in the rain and wandered around here.
Chapter completed!