"Where the treetopsglisten(The green trees sparkle)"

"Andhildrenlisten(Children stop and listen)"

"Tohealeigh bell private the snow now (sleigh bell, melodious tinkling)"

"I'mdrea ngofawhitehstmas (Silver Christmas, I think I dream)"

"WitheveryhstmasardIwte(I write on every Christmas card)"

"May your days be merry and b ri ght (May you be happy and bright every day)"

…

Silver bells ring.

The sound of players dancing and singing came from outside the door.

Outside the window covered with snow and frost, gorgeous fireworks bloomed in the sky.

The indoor fireplace crackled, and the firelight danced on the warm floor.

The little boy, whose cheeks were slightly red from the cold snow, lifted the curtain and quickly walked in. His eyes quickly panned, and then settled on the sofa.

Su Mingan, with the map rolled up in his hand, was staring at the dancing flames, bloodshot eyes swollen, and the backs of his hands were tense and white.

"...Now I have given up all the clues about the royal city, quit my job, and come here in vain." Noel hung his coat on a hanger nearby and said with a smile:

"Leader of the Soul Clan, you must protect me."

He smiled heartily, and his laughter echoed in the quiet room.

He arranged his clothes in his hands and waited for a moment, but received no response.

He turned around and looked at the young man who was still slightly bowed and sitting motionless on the sofa. He tentatively called out: "...Su Ming'an?"

Su Mingan stood up.

The rolled-up map was tightly held in his hand. He turned around and looked at Noel with a pair of dazed eyes.

"Bang!"

The small door opens.

Lu Shu and Lin Yin walked in and saw the current scene.

"What's wrong?" Lin Yin was stunned: "Why are you still standing? The rules of the sea feast are about to be announced, don't you want to chat?"

"You guys talk first."

Su Mingan spoke up, her voice seemed a little hoarse.

He quickly walked out the door and happened to bump into Ying who was coming to deliver something.

"Where are you going now?" Shadow asked.

Su Mingan took the shotgun, passive potion and weapon from Ying's hand. After drinking the potion, he walked past Ying and walked out.

"Sevia, Archerev, don't follow me." He dropped a word.

He walked very fast and immediately disappeared from everyone's sight.

"...What's wrong with him?" Lin Yin turned to ask Lu Shu.

Lu Shu shook his head blankly.

"Noel, what did you two say?" Lin Yin asked Noel.

Noel was looking at the figure outside the door.

Heavy snow poured in quickly along the wooden door. Facing the wind and snow, his vision was a little wandering.

After a moment, he seemed to understand and smiled.

"...So that's it." He said.

"What is it? How is it?" Lin Yin looked puzzled: "No, I said, let's not riddle at this moment, teammates need to fully communicate with each other."

"You guys talk." Noel pulled off the clothes on the hanger and followed quickly: "I'll go with him."

"Hey, don't leave. The rules will be announced soon. We only have two people to fight, hey."

…

The wind and snow are getting stronger.

Su Mingan rushed all the way to the South District Pier, walking very fast.

The arrival bell at twelve o'clock rang in his ears, and a golden bridge appeared in the sky.

The Pope began to issue rules.

Su Mingan moved forward quickly.

Along the way, he passed by the tavern with the lights still on, by the houses with Christmas songs floating in the air, and by the clock tower covered with snow.

He did not choose to conceal his actions, nor did he choose to save those who were about to be alienated as soon as possible.

Because in his eyes, this is just a waste.

He has gradually discovered something.

...The organizer may not be able to actually intervene in the game copy.

A copy of the game is more like a system that runs on its own.

It has been extremely fair so far. Although there are many crises, they are always accompanied by high rewards and will not particularly hinder a person's progress.

While browsing the world forum and checking other people's strategy routes, he discovered that the game copy was not deliberately targeted at him. Its difficulty matched the rewards he received, and he would not deliberately deny rewards just because he was the first player.

Pass by yourself.

The organizer's intervention is limited to the arrangement of special identities such as observers and hunters. They cannot affect the logical chain of the game copy itself, let alone directly kill a player.

They can only side-effect the player's actions by alienating and guiding other people with special identities.

What made him even more certain of this conclusion was the situation last week.

At that time, Noel's words were not really a riddle. Anyone who could think a little could see what he was implying, let alone the organizer whose intelligence level should be far above that of human beings.

If the organizer could really intervene in the game copy, they would have understood what kind of ability Su Mingan had as early as Noel blurted out and Su Mingan did not refute. They could have taken action, interrupted the game process, caught Su Mingan, or controlled him.

Live him and prevent him from dying.

...But they didn't. Instead, they watched Su Mingan go through a long fall, and then watched him die.

Does this mean that

The organizer can't really intervene in the game?

Or,

Can a subjectively biased organizer be unable to influence a game copy that exists objectively and operates on its own?

So, in this bad situation that is destined to be abandoned, he actually does not need to cover up his behavior too much.

According to the information from the previous week, he died at eight o'clock in the morning and was rewinding to this time. Although the time of rewinding has little to do with time and is only related to the key plot, generally speaking, as far as his current experience is concerned,

Yes, the time between the two retracement points will not be too close, at least more than ten hours.

To be on the safe side, he cut the time in half and set it at five in the morning.

As long as he dies before five o'clock in the morning, he will always have a five-hour head start.

He put on a mask and a black robe and headed all the way to the South District Pier.

Since the rules have been released, this place has become a gathering place for players, like a large vegetable market.

"Sell potions! Sell large blood-restoring potions, slow recovery, instant recovery!"

"Looking for a temporary team. I am a second-level fire magician with a combat power of 700+..."

"Why are they all gathered here? Isn't there anyone taking a spot?"

"The crystal stone is covered by someone, we can't get close. You can come on?"

"Selling photo albums of top players, buy one and three..."

"I'll give up the trouble ahead, I want to get into the ship..."

…

Perhaps because the first five ordinary strongholds were all occupied by soul hunters, and the royal city and church were inaccessible, this group of players began to gather at the special stronghold at the South District Pier.

There were even some bonfires that had just been put out on the ground, and it looked like someone was holding a party here.

Su Ming'an originally thought that there would be a tragic scene of fighting among each other, but he did not expect that this group of people was still enjoying themselves.

In fact, for ordinary players, as long as they beat the dungeon, they are satisfied. Most of them adopt a muddle-through attitude. If they can't fight, they won't fight. They will only survive a few moves unless they are angry.

Among this group of people, Su Mingan also saw several people from the Yellow Rose Sword. They seemed to be acting as traffic officials, trying to manage traffic so that this group of people would not be crowded.

He switched to Ming mode and forced his way into the crowd.

"Holy shit! Someone squeeze me!"
To be continued...