"——Theodore, your treatment has caused emotional overload for many people. The Dawn System has judged that you are not suitable for this job anymore, and you have been fired!"

With a stern verdict, a briefcase was thrown out. Lu Shu left the psychological consultation office with a sullen face, hugging the bag.

Walking through desks and corridors, facing the pitiful looks of his colleagues, he finally experienced the feeling of being fired by his boss before he stepped into society.

He lowered his head, wishing to get into the gap. He thought that if he continued to stay in this position, he could at least give Su Ming'an some help, but now he doesn't even have a job...

"Counseled 78 cases, including 56 cases of emotional deterioration and 17 cases of direct emotional overload. You are really a genius psychological counselor." When passing by the tea room, he heard a colleague laughing. What made him feel ashamed was that the colleague laughed.

That's right.

In just five days, the mood of half of the patients deteriorated... This is the first case in a century, and the level of failure can be written into the annals of history.

"Get lost." Lu Shu left the high-rise building in a very bad mood - was he that bad at talking?

Normally, Su Ming'an memorized everything he said about how to defeat NPCs. In the past few days, he had been explaining the lighthouse theory to criminals one by one. Why weren't those criminals reformed?

He stood blankly at the traffic light at the intersection, watching the pedestrians coming and going.

The smell of roasted sweet potatoes and fried chicken steaks filled the air, the lights of the CCTV Tower flashed like stars, and children carrying schoolbags jumped up and down on the street... This familiar city scene reminded him of

Life on Zhai Star.

Before his home was destroyed by fire, he lived in a small city. He went to temple fairs and parks, studied in school, held his parents' hands in shopping malls, and saw the bustling lights of the city at night.

After nine years of education, he never went to school again, but he clearly remembered Zhai Xing's fireworks world, every street in the small city...and every period of life he spent with his family.

He lowered his head and rummaged through the briefcase in his hand. Papers with various psychological reports were stacked on top of each other.

... He looked in a trance, as if he had seen a medical notice handed to him by the doctor on the day he came of age.

... He once counted his fallen hair in front of the mirror, just like counting the few remaining years of his life on a calendar.

He was not willing to die, he wanted to avenge his parents, but humans are helpless before this disease and could only accept their fate. He returned to the city where he went to junior high school.

In that huge city, he didn't know how to use a mobile phone or scan codes to pay. Everything in modern society seemed to be out of touch with him who had lived in the suburbs for a long time.

He had no money and no one he knew well. When it rained, he could only hide in a bridge hole and sleep with a black knife in his arms. When the weather was fine, he would stand in the open space and practice swinging the knife. Later, he found an unfinished building by himself to survive.

Those days were the time when he was most confused and hated his powerlessness the most. All night long, he could only dream about his deceased parents and the building burning in the wind and rain. After waking up, he could only feel that his body was getting worse and worse.

, can't even lift the knife.

Even if he died of illness, he didn't want to stand upright and stop breathing in bed like a zombie. If he wanted to die, he would die with the knife, in the final practice.

He vaguely knew why Measurement City arranged for him to be a psychological counselor. He did have serious mental illness. The teacher had approached his parents about this, but the family was old-school and didn't know much about it, so he didn't

treat.

The copy arranged such an identity for him... was it mocking him? mocking his fragmented first half of life? or mocking his possible subsequent sad fate?

He doesn't know.

All he knew was that such misfortune was not enough to crush him.

When he was about to die, the world game began.

He wandered blindly through the first half of the first world. He didn't understand how powerful the opening of the two insects was, and just planned to wait until the end of the year before continuing with his previous life.

Of course, it would be best if we could rise up head on, find out the truth and take revenge after returning to Zhai Xing...

But can the world game heal his body that is on the verge of collapse? Can he stick to this rule of clearing everything after death? Can he, a targeted young man, rise up in the eyes of others?

If you can't get anything, it's best not to have too many expectations in the first place.

…

...Then in the first world, with almost nothing, he met Su Ming'an.

Many people told him that the person's name was——[Player No. 1].

[First Player] means the strongest - the strongest in the world.

Lu Shu suddenly realized - if the other person is the strongest, if he can help him, then will his vision, his motivation to live, his purpose of revenge for his family... be finally satisfied?

He heard the other party's theory of classification and spotlight.

That theory... is almost exactly the same as what his most respected elder, his late grandfather, said.

His family has almost blind faith and obedience to their elders.

At that moment...he suddenly understood that he had found a way to survive.

In such a huge, blind city full of mediocre people.

In such a hopeless, peaceful life where you can see the end at a glance.

He found a companion who could walk with him.

No matter how much people say he licks, how much he looks like a dog, or what joking words they use to describe him, he doesn't care about the eyes of the world. In this life, people have to find a reason to live.

He has found it.

In his and that person's eyes——

They all obviously have the will to die.

[Don’t be nervous...Su Mingan, the first player. I am attracted by your theory.]

【so what?】

【I decided to follow you, I like people who always have the future in mind, I like you, I think you are worthy of being my light.】

…

Lu Shu took a step forward.

He walked across the zebra crossing and headed outside the city - since he had lost his job as a psychological counselor, he wanted to find Su Mingan, and the city's red alert was still hovering in people's ears.

It has to be said that this ninth world is the world closest to Zhai Xing's scene. This moved many players to tears. They even forgot that they were in a world game and began to give up tasks and go shopping to reminisce about this "taste of home."

.

"...Are they all gathered over there?"

"Yes, it's not just us, there are also remote control legions... Fengcheng... I heard there are..."

"It's not that...the first player..."

"..."

Suddenly, Lu Shu turned around.

Through the crowds of people, he vaguely heard these broken words.

There are players hidden among the crowd, and in what direction they are gathering.

Most importantly, they mentioned "Player One."

He was Theodore now, and others could not recognize him. He simply followed the discussion and headed in an increasingly remote direction.

The scent of the snack street gradually fades away, and here is an abandoned construction site. A group of gathered players are sitting on stacked rubber tires, biting Oden in their hands.

...I have to say, this scene is really a bit joyful.

"People should be here almost." Sitting on the highest tire, a blond man with blue eyes squinted his eyes and held a donut in his mouth.

Hundreds of people have gathered downstairs in this unfinished area. From the grilled sausages, fried chicken steaks, plum juice and other items in their hands, it can be seen that they are a group of players. They eat while walking, and their mouths are completely occupied.

Normal office workers will not go to such a deserted place to gather. They are busy going home to soothe their emotions after a day at work and prevent emotional overload. Only gamers will not care about the light of the chip on the back of their necks.

"That's almost it. The message was sent very well, and there are only so many people who have received the signal." Next to the blond man, a Western woman with a long black ponytail, about 1.8 meters tall, wearing a leather jacket and leather pants whispered in her ear.

She is Natalie, who used to be a female agent of the North Country and an official bodyguard of the North Country. Now she is mainly responsible for keeping an eye on the blond man and preventing him from showing symptoms of mental disorder.

They contacted the Remote Control Legion Guild, made a deal with the hacker players, and summoned the players hidden in the third ring area.

The blond man was about to speak, but there was still a commotion below.

"Holy crap! Who is eating stinky tofu and snail noodles! The taste is awesome!"

"——Why does it still smell like roasted durian? Ugh... Big brother, my big brother, can we have something human food?"

"I'm so happy to be able to return to such a modern city and feel like I'm home. It would be great if we were still in Zhaixing..."

This is the bad thing about players. They don't obey anyone. Even if someone possesses a high-status NPC, they will all be treated equally in the eyes of the players.

"Ahem." The blond man cleared his throat into the microphone on the side of his face.

After a while, the players finally became quiet.

They wanted to see what a person wanted to do by going to such great lengths to contact a group of players.

"Everyone." The blond man said in shock: "——I found Su Ming'an's movements."

As soon as these words came out, there were voices from below, some were surprised and some were questioning. Lu Shu frowned slightly.

"Many people know that he is in the edge zone, but don't know the specific location? The lady next to me with radar skills can locate his specific coordinates," the blond man said.

"——Who are you?" someone asked.

"Don't worry about who I am, I will just tell you lucky people his coordinates in real time. If someone wants to reveal the information, it doesn't matter. My coordinates will still be given to you, but there will be more competitors." Blond.

the man said.
To be continued...