Someone cursed, pressed down the terrorist next to him, and began to punch hard.

... He also saw many people who had been rescued, bending over and kneeling in his direction.

Someone grabbed the followers' armor and refused to allow them to leave. They wanted to kowtow to them.

There was an adventurer surrounded by white light, looking at this side with a solemn expression and whispering.

...He also saw it.

The outermost, safest casual players were in a mess, rushing towards the teleportation array like a tide.

The bodies of those who died in the explosion were in pieces, with relatives and friends crying beside them.

Within the barrier, the adventure players and reporters who were standing still looked at each other and whispered to each other.

He saw the players in front of him who were sitting safely in their seats looking at him with mixed emotions.

He stood in a tall glass room, separated by two layers of barriers, looking at these people who were so far away from him.

It's like seeing an endless distance.

"……This guy."

Below, Edward, sitting in seat three, whispered: "...Another show?"

Not far away from him, the black-haired woman heard this.

She turned her head, staring at him closely with a pair of black cat-like eyes.

"Edward." Mizushima Kawakora said.

While speaking, she glanced upward uncontrollably, as if she wanted to see the reaction of the person above her.

But this idea was eventually suppressed by her.

She said coldly to Edward, who had a solemn face:

"——Don't use your shallow prejudice to speculate on the goodwill of others. That is an insult to humanity itself."

Edward frowned and looked at her: "What do you mean, Mizushima River."

"What I mean is - don't say such malicious words again, Edward - I have changed my mind." She said: "I have been observing and considering these copies of the world... and now, I have seen

After seeing this incident, I can fully believe that he is worthy of being a qualified leader. I am... changing my previous thoughts. Even if he is unstable, even if there is no background behind him, this guy's empathy for his fellow citizens... is...

It's serious."

As she spoke, her eyes became brighter: "At least, if I were in his shoes, I would never dare to take the risk of rushing into an explosion scene with the only armed forces of the three main god worlds."

"And you said... it's a show?" She said and sneered: "If a single player can suddenly call for such a large-scale attack, and no news of the whole process is leaked, I would admire him even more - Edward, I

I'm sorry for my previous malice towards him, and from now on, I will never be with you again."

She said, turned and left.

Her black hair fluttered like a flag behind her, and bright red roses were discarded on the seat.

Her steps were steady and fast, and she quickly walked out of the blood-red peak player area, walking neatly and neatly, as if she was trying to get rid of something.

Edward's face was sullen, and then he quickly calmed down.

He glanced at Su Mingan above, who was also watching him, without saying a word.

He stood up and left the venue at the same quick pace.

Lu and Beiwang, who were sitting in seats No. 6 and 7, glanced up solemnly, then walked out while exchanging words.

Flora, No. 10, held Bonnie's hand and gave Su Mingan a wink.

"Player No. 1." She smiled, her long eyelashes quivering like butterfly wings: "Your followers, you are very handsome today... Of course, you are too."

Su Mingan looked at her without saying a word.

Flora straightened her hair and thought: "Well... maybe after what happened today, the Storm Division will change your mind?"

She seemed to be talking to Su Ming'an, or to herself.

"Anyway." She put down her hand and said something unclear:

"Very successful...congratulations."

The mature woman was talking to herself, receiving no response and not caring about it. She left with Bonnie holding the bear in her arms, her posture full of coquettishness.

Su Mingan looked away.

"Is this the end?" he said.

"It's over... if it's for this auction." Xiaona smiled: "You can freely choose whether to return to your personal space without going through the original passage."

"Cortana." He said.

"You say."

"..." Su Mingan's words were hesitant: "You give me a very familiar feeling. You are very much like someone I have met before."

Xiaona laughed after listening to his words.

"This way of picking up a conversation is a bit old-fashioned," she joked with a smile.

Su Mingan turned his head and looked at her very seriously.

His eyes were very focused at this time, which was completely different from the somewhat casual look before.

"Xiao Na, I am asking very seriously." He said:

"Did I meet you in a coffee shop at noon on a certain day?"

There was some urgency in his tone.

Xiaona suppressed her smile slightly.

Under the delicate red lip color, she opened her lips, like two butterfly wings stained with blood, slowly cutting apart.

"The noble ruler." She said softly: "...We have never met before the game started."

"Yeah……"

Su Mingan stopped asking further questions.

Since the other party had already given a negative answer, he could only temporarily put aside his speculations.

He glanced out the window again.

At this time, the people inside the venue had dispersed one after another, but the people outside the barrier were still in chaos.

It seems that this incident will take some time to calm down.

The news on the World Channel was completely invisible. They were covered like snowflakes. It could be seen that those watching the live broadcast outside the venue were also extremely concerned about the biggest and worst terrorist attack since the game began.

This is the real death of a large group of players.

An unprecedented terrorist incident.

...It is estimated that the organizations in the United League will have to spend a lot of energy to guide this wave of public opinion.

Su Mingan clicked on the personal interface and chose to return to personal space.

The teleported white light lit up before his eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, he was back in his cramped personal space.

The white light at the top is always steady, and behind it is the low bed.

He stood there and checked. He still had 91 points left. He couldn't buy anything, so he could only save them temporarily.

There are still three days before the next world begins. He plans to collect some forum information and fully adjust his mental state during these three days...

He sat on the bed, opened the World Forum, and started browsing.

This terrorist attack escalated very quickly. Maybe people themselves did not expect such a vicious event to happen. Some people who lost their loved ones cried and cried on the forum, which aroused the sympathy of a large number of people.

Among them, Su Mingan's followers have also become a hot topic. People compared his aggressive behavior with the indifference of other players at the top of the list, and began to reprimand other players for their indifference.

But it is conceivable that another group of people will jump up, speak for the players at the top of the list, and engage in a debate on value measurement.

The final result must be that neither party can convince the other, and each will only think that the other is stupid.

In the age of information explosion, things pass very quickly.

In addition to the addition of some explosion-proof measures and some changes in many places, this incident is more like a storm of public opinion that is prevalent in forums and has people arguing endlessly...

…

【December 17, 12:00 noon】

"Ding dong!"

[The break is over——Dear players, welcome back to the world game! 】

[The Seventh World: Feast at Sea. A global copy open role-playing game.]

【Participating players: 228079817 people!】

[The Feast at Sea will be copied into 22,808 identical copies, and each copy will be played by 10,000 players!]
To be continued...