... In the white ward, a thin young man carrying a sword entered carrying fruits.

There were extremely messy scratches on the back of his sword, and a line of small signature "Su Ming'an" was faintly visible.

He stared at the patient on the bed - the patient had a face that was almost identical to his, but there was only desert-like nothingness in his eyes, without any sparkle.

"Brother." Mo Yan sat in front of the bed, peeling the apple in his hand: "I'm here to see you."

The patient raised his finger. He was Mo Xiao, Mo Yan's biological brother. He suffered severe mental trauma due to the influence of the White Sand Paradise in the sixth world.

"The second brother hasn't responded yet. He may have really gone to become a person with special status." Mo Yan said: "I don't want to believe the possibility that he will never come back. I prefer to believe that... the second brother is still alive.

Even if he defected to the organizer and became a traitor to mankind. I...

Hope he lives."

His second brother, Mo Wen, disappeared completely after entering the Great Library in Praia, the seventh world.

There are three brothers in their family, one is crazy and the other is missing, leaving only Mo Yan, who is relatively normal, to shoulder the pressure.

And their family is just a microcosm of countless human families today, and a direct manifestation of the traps of the world's games.

—The crisis of mental pressure and the temptation of people with special status.

Mo Yan stared at his brother Mo Xiao on the bed. His eyes became confused...perhaps mixed with panic about losing a loved one.

He once became a warm light in that hellish white sand paradise, an always optimistic pistachio, but at this time, he was afraid that he could not even illuminate himself.

"What should we do?" Mo Yan murmured to himself: "Living in a world like this, living in a world completely controlled by high-dimensional beings,

Even if one year finally expires and we win...will we really have a way out? Brother, what should I do about your illness? My second brother disappeared, will he come back? My parents were not selected into the game, and they have no means.

With all my strength, can I protect this family by myself?"

Mo Xiao was sitting on the bed staring blankly at the ceiling, motionless like a vegetative state, losing all response to the outside world.

The knife in Mo Yan's hand made a slight "click" sound, and the apple peel fell to the ground like a paper ribbon.

The TV screen hanging in the ward was playing a promotional video promoting positive emotions and positive energy. The barrage passed across the screen like passionate slogans.

[I believe in the future! I believe that the overall points will definitely reach the standard!!!] [I have signed up as a volunteer. I want to do something for mankind. I am very timid and dare not end, but I also don’t want to wait to die.

The lying down person. Human! Humanity! Will! Win!] [I am very open-minded. Even if I fail, this period of time is the most unforgettable time for me. I have no regrets if it is wiped out.] [I have been with my dad.

Mom finished all the things she had no energy to do before. We went to build a virtual scene system to see Huashan Mountain, climbed Mount Huangshan, went to see foreign pyramids, traveled around the world, and experienced different replicas of life... It was carefree.

This year is more valuable to me than the usual decades of working overtime blindly for mortgage and car loans, and worrying about my children’s school.] [Staying on Zhai Xing is just a life.

Compared to living a repetitive life, working overtime like a dog, and stooping for certificates and diplomas, I am willing to embrace the world game!!] [The world game is also quite good. I don’t think this is a crisis of genocide.

We have come into contact with a new century and a new civilization.] [High-dimensional creatures may not be malicious to us, and the copies may not be completely controlled by them. According to the attitude of high-dimensional creatures, there is probably a "pro-human faction" among them,

"Help the Humanity Faction", otherwise why are we still alive? It's precisely because they didn't want to beat us to death with a stick.] [.] Mo Yan looked at these barrages coldly, clenching his fists and veins pulsing.

Since the beginning of the World Game, human attitudes have changed several times.

At first, people were afraid and rushed forward like whipped donkeys, fearing that they would all perish if their points did not reach the target. Later, with the emergence of sanity dungeons and mental trauma, panic became more serious, and fear of consequences became the mainstream of thought again.

People are more willing to place their hopes on the strong, making the strong stronger and the weak weaker.

but now…

but now.

...actually the trend of "welcoming the arrival of world games and accepting the organizers is an opportunity for human evolution" has begun to appear.

Is this human optimism?

It should not be said that no matter what era, there will always be factions that believe that the invaders are good people. In this case, one word should be used to describe it.

—A "ball thief".

Mo Yan clenched his teeth and his fists clicked, but he was powerless to change everything.

The river of barrage that was speeding past in front of him was separated by an entire screen.

"Don't... say anything."

He heard his brother Mo Xiao's voice coming from the bed.

"Brother...!" Mo Yan immediately leaned over and held Mo Xiao's hand.

Mo Xiao's hands were very cold, as cold as a piece of frozen ice, as if it had lost its temperature.

"You have to... survive." Mo Xiao's eyes were bloodshot, like a flood of bright red spider webs: "Stay alive."

He seemed to have forgotten more words and could only repeat "live" mechanically. This seemed to be the deepest obsession in his mind before he suffered major mental trauma.

Let your loved ones live.

"I will... of course I will live!" Mo Yan gritted his teeth - his brother was like this, wasn't it because of the dropped copy of World Game? How could he get close to the organizer?

Others who have not been physically traumatized - of course they speak lightly! If they accept "high dimensions" and "organizers", how can they understand the pain of their loved ones' trauma?

How can you truly put yourself in someone else's shoes without sitting in someone else's chair or walking in someone else's shoes?

"When Big Brother's number one player is fighting on the front line, there will still be traitors like this who raise their flags and surrender..." Mo Yan gritted his teeth, remembering a previous conversation.

Before, someone had advised him to get closer to his big brother...the number one player.

After all, in Baisha Paradise, he has a lot of contact with the first player. If he can join the team with his arms crossed, it is feasible based on this affection. In this way, his family can also receive better treatment. Pig sitting

It can fly on the wind.

...But how could he be so shameless? How could he occupy other people's teammates' positions when his own strength was not up to standard?

[Should I regard him as my closest big brother, or as the number one player who is far away? As a superior person who gives me hope, or as someone who drags me into the quagmire of public opinion]?

Mo Yan didn't want to think about it in detail.

He didn't want to dwell on who his eldest brother regarded him as, nor did he want to weigh his weight in others' hearts. Just stop there and meet by chance, just like Yu Ruohe, Yang Changxu, Su Shi, Qin Ze and others.

...Since they are just acquaintances, they will be left behind as time goes by.

This sense of disparity has become wider and wider, reaching a prohibitive level.

He raised his head.

On the TV screen on one wall, the channel has been changed, and it is now the first player’s live broadcast room.

A new wave of discussions arose about 'whether to hand over Su Ming'an' and 'whether 10,000 people should make concessions to him'.

Those people who take the initiative to seek refuge in other dimensions in the city of measurement, and those who Zhai Xing wants to seek refuge in higher dimensions at this time.

Too similar.

Mo Yan stared at the TV screen when he suddenly heard a voice in his head.

[Player Mo Yan.] [Do you want to change all this?]

"...?" Mo Yan glanced around and saw no one.

That voice reappeared.

[I know you are very dissatisfied with the status quo.] [I can give you higher authority and more powerful power... You can use this power to build your vision.] [One by one, you are willing to be, in the world game

Someone with a special status?] Mo Yan suddenly understood the source of this voice.

—The organizer!

Has this penetrated into his body? "Get out of here!!!" He yelled, startling the nurses outside the ward.

"roll roll roll!!!"

He roared and waved the sword in his hand as if cutting the air.

"One by one, I am a human being! I am a pure human being! Don't try to infiltrate me. Find someone who is willing to join you and be your dog!!"

Angry voices shook the ward.

In my mind, the voice disappeared, as if it had never sounded before, making people even suspect that it was an illusion.

Mo Yan didn't notice that when he heard the sound, his clear and bright eyes flashed slightly blood red. But after rejecting,

The burst of blood-red color disappeared quickly.

"thank you."

Su Mingan looked at the two steaming dishes and one soup on the table in front of her, and was surprised that Xiaomei had such a high-tech cooking machine at home.

Just now, he witnessed an extremely sci-fi cooking process. Xiaomei stuffed some low-quality vegetables and water into a rectangular machine that was half a person tall.

Ten minutes later, the two dishes and one soup that had been prepared were pushed out on a rice plate.

...In such a sci-fi world, cooking skills are not even needed.

Xiaomei, who was wearing an apron, sat down across the round table. She didn't dare to look directly at Su Ming'an's face, but she couldn't sit with her back to him.

She turned sideways awkwardly, almost wanting to bury her head in her rice bowl.

While eating, she behaved extremely "wildly", licking the bowl clean in an instant, even the rice grains and oil were gone. The inside of the bowl was so smooth that it looked like it didn't even need to be washed.

Su Ming'an looked at her dumbly as she "worked hard". It could be seen that Xiaomei paid a big price for serving him this meal. She must have been hungry for a long time, and seeing the rice was like seeing a treasure.

His heart sank.
To be continued...