[Lord God World·Area 12] It is located in the 12th area of ​​the United Regiment, in a pure white building.

"boom!"

The soft pillow was smashed on the floor. A man with blond hair wearing a hospital gown shouted at the doctor who came in: "Don't come here!"

The doctor stood there with a friendly smile and waved his hand...

"Please don't be afraid. Look, there is nothing strange about me."

The doctor turned his body to show that there were no tentacles growing on his body.

Edward's pupils were constricted. When he opened his eyes now, he saw colorful jumping spots in front of his eyes. He seemed to be still in the disgusting and slippery tentacles.

Strong abnormal emotions surged out of his mind, and he had the urge to die quickly without wanting to do anything.

...I really want to die.

...I really want to die, I really want to die, I really want to die.

All human beings and point progress bars have been destroyed! He can't do anything, and he doesn't want to enter those dungeons anymore. He's had enough! Enough! He's been tortured enough by the underworld dungeons!

The disgusting spectators who only talk about gossip, the organizers who treat him like a discarded shoe, the United Group who only think of him as a blade... They should all die! This is all disgusting!

He scratched his scalp in great irritation, but could not feel any pain. His five senses had deteriorated, and even the pain sensation became blurred.

Mr. Edward..." The voices of Edron and others came from outside the door. "Get out! Get out! Get out of here!"

He ran and roared, throwing out all the cushions around him. He hated that the Lord God's world could not cause direct harm to people, otherwise he would really want to stab himself.

He suddenly lay down beside the bed and began to retching.

He felt that everything had become disgusting, the air he breathed...the white walls he saw...the birds chirping outside the window...he felt like vomiting even just looking at it.

"An NPC...an NPC!" He retched, pinched his throat, and his eyes turned red.

...that NPC named Xi Boer is obviously just an NPC! Why can it affect him to this extent? Why does the terrifying mental influence on him still exist after he was dragged into the mud by her tentacles?

He retched a few times and opened the live broadcast room interface like a self-flagellation,

At this time, only twenty-seven of the one hundred live broadcast room interfaces were still on. Among the many players who died,

A full eighteen of them were killed directly or indirectly by Su Ming'an.

...and he is one of them.

He is also one of so many losers!

Looking at the No. 1 player live broadcast room with a popularity of 500 million, which was much higher than other live broadcast rooms, Edward retched with disgust - Why did the boss want Su Ming'an instead of him?

He even knelt down and lowered his face to beg. Why didn't the boss even look at him?

And that Xi Boer... Why can Su Ming'an match such a powerful NPC? Why won't Su Ming'an be transformed by those tentacles?

His fingers randomly traced the live broadcast rooms, but he accidentally clicked on one of them.

"—So far, the Eighth World is progressing well."

This is a live broadcast room responsible for commentary and broadcast.

During the opening of the world dungeon, there will be many casual players who used to be anchors, announcers, and game commentators. They will choose to broadcast the live broadcasts of other adventure players and provide real-time explanations.

Of course, the popularity of these broadcast rooms is definitely not as popular as the live broadcast rooms of adventure players themselves, but many players who like to listen to explanations will choose such live broadcast rooms. After all, the atmosphere here is relatively relaxed, and there is no such tension as being in someone else's shoes.

The atmosphere of the inclusive World Forum is very similar.

At this time, in this most popular live broadcast room, there were several commentators with relaxed postures,

The screen behind them lit up the live broadcast of the first player, while they sat at the table, explaining the plot of the Eighth World in a tea party-like manner, connecting the incomplete clues in each live broadcast room into a complete line. There was no help.

Audiences who watch the live broadcast 24 hours a day understand. "…The first player has already occupied an absolute advantage. We were previously optimistic about Mizushima River, Edward, Alande and others. It is clear that Pixiang has been matched with a strong leader, but we still have not taken the lead."

Take control of the situation. "The person speaking was the male commentator whose D is "Junjun". He is a famous series commentator on Zhai Star and is extremely popular.

"This counterattack trend began to appear on the sixth day. After getting out of the crazy state, the first player and his pagan leader returned strongly. In the first tribe, they caught other players off guard." "...

...I really didn’t expect that the number one player’s strength has grown to this point. In the seventh world, his strength is actually not displayed at all.” The female commentator whose D is “Qiqi” responded.

"Lu, Isabella, Yamada Machichi, and Luna have been helping the first player to move. This is the most surprising factor in the eighth world. In addition to Lu Shu, whose screen has gone black, and Noel, who has been helping

In addition, the first player is no longer the loner that the audience made fun of."

"...Now, the world dungeon is beginning to appear. We don't want alienation to bring panic to everyone. If we can maintain mental stability under this crisis and bring courage and hope to everyone, we deserve the title of the number one player...

The commentators completely grasped the audience's mentality and praised Su Ming'an crazily, one by one more loudly than the other, as if they were not the ones who were the pessimists in the early stage.

Listening to the explanation, Edward's face turned serious.

—What do these people think they are?

Is it a game competition? Is it 5V5 fair competition? Or some kind of copy of teaming up to fight monsters?

This is a desperate world dungeon, a dangerous dungeon where adventure players risk their lives on the front lines! Why can he only see a barrage of chatting and betting at a glance?

Is this group worth it?

—Is this group of people really worth it?

They just make him feel sick!

He stared at the pattern on the back of his hand that had been successfully passed so far, and looked at this pure white mark for a long time.

He suddenly raised his head.

"...Organizer, can you hear me?" He said, "Make a deal with me."

Noel leaned outside Siber's room.

He was thinking about the next dungeon process, listening to Su Mingan's voice telling dark fairy tales.

Since he had nothing to do, he stood outside the door and listened for more than an hour.

...Is Su Ming'an trying to improve his favorability? To increase his favorability towards a dying person...

...Is it a need for the skills of those in power?

Noel's eyes moved and he quickly figured it out.

After a while, he suddenly found that there was no sound inside.

"Bang!" He immediately pushed the door open. "—Su Ming'an!" He shouted and froze at the door.

In the warm pink-toned room, there was only a pool of dark mud left on the wooden bed. The young girl in red robe,

He has disappeared.

Beside the bed, Su Mingan's hands were stained with mud, and his expression was dazed.

He watched the mud between his fingers fall to the ground bit by bit, like looking at the irretrievable, flowing sand.

"There's no need for another time...I'm already here to save you." Su Ming'an said:

"Come with me, Sibor."

Xi Boer smiled. The moment she received the invitation prompt, she suddenly understood that Su Mingan was not from her world.

"That's it." She said: "So... you are not my fantasy creation."

She stretched out her hand, which was already shriveled and yellow, and placed it on Su Ming'an's hand.

"...I can't," she said.

Su Mingan was slightly startled.

"Don't you always want to leave and end this reincarnation?" He said, "Now that you have a chance, why don't you come with me?" "..." Siboer looked away.

"If I leave, if it ends tragically, it will be irreversible." She said, "Even if reincarnation may not be a real reincarnation, I must continue to reincarnate. Since I am the one with the highest success rate,

I will... find the opportunity to become a god. Even if it is painful, I, I will...

She blinked, the water in her eyes sliding down her withered face.

"I just stubbornly want to win once."

"...I want to save them."

"No matter how many times." "...I also want to...save...

[NPC (Siboer) rejected your "follower" invitation. 】

""You still lack the power of the Black Crow. You haven't succeeded this time yet... I don't dare to bet, I don't dare..." Siboer's voice became lower and lower.

She stretched out her hand, and her fingers were as skinny as chicken feet.

"Come with me, Su Ming'an, I can't leave with you, but you can stay..." she said. "...Don't leave, promise me, we will build a house together, plant flowers and grass, and watch the sea... okay?"

[NPC (Xi Boer) sends you an "Observer" invitation. (If you choose to agree, you will stay in the dome and become the permanent 'ruler)] After a moment of silence, Su Mingan spoke.

He gave the same answer she gave her before, "...I can't," he said.

Siboer smiled bitterly, and her hand dropped down little by little.

"You have things you can't let go of, and so do I." She said

"...Look, we are such a matched pair of adventurers and guides," she said.
To be continued...