anovelconsole Chapter 148 - 146 · The Beginning of the Fifth World
Chapter 148 - 146 · The Beginning of the Fifth World
Chapter 148: Chapter 146 · The Beginning of the Fifth WorldSu Ming’an shrouded himself in privacy black mist and passed by everyone as he arrived at the house he had chosen.
He didn’t go for a server close to the front, nor did he pick a room with a great view. In front of him was an ordinary house that could accommodate several people, equipped with railings and a small attached garden.
Even in the retirement server, this house was located in the most remote area, with hardly any residents nearby.
As he entered the garden, he had Moli come out of his personal space.
The young girl seemed very happy, chasing butterflies in front of the flowers, her braided hair flying lively behind her.
"Here we go."
Shadow pushed the door open and walked in, followed by three followers.
"You just let him off like that? Are you really that kind?" Shadow was referring to Edward.
"Not really." Su Ming’an looked at Moli chasing butterflies in the garden: "The matter of letting him go... depends on whether I ever considered him significant."
"That’s not being modest, that’s being arrogant."
"Then do I have the capital to be arrogant?" Su Ming’an asked, smiling at him.
"..." Shadow paused, "If I encountered him in a game instance, I wouldn’t let him go."
"Of course, if it really hindered my affairs," Su Ming’an said, "I just don’t want to start the trend of [fighting each other in the Main God Space]. Any grievances should be settled in the game instances."
"I thought you wanted to create a perpetual motion machine... A player with a bit of brains like Edward, it would be too wasteful to let him die in the Main God Space. Dying repeatedly in game instances suits him best." Shadow laughed out.
"..." Su Ming’an looked at him for a few moments: "Shadow, where exactly are you and Ming’an from?"
He had this question for a long time.
Although these two clones claimed to be a variation of his own persona... they were supposedly NPCs endowed with personalities. But he always felt a dissonance.
"Me?" Shadow shrugged: "You can consider me an NPC. Bound by rules, I cannot say anything... Just think of me as a creation of your skill."
[Rules].
Something they could never escape from since the game started.
While Su Ming’an was still pondering, he saw Moli run back again.
"Can I go upstairs and have a look?" she asked.
"Go ahead, I’ll take them to another room," Shadow led the three followers towards the back.
Su Ming’an glanced at him, then led Moli up the stairs.
The first floor had a large hall, a reception and a dining room with a long table, and the second floor had rooms, all dark until he turned on the lights, revealing closed doors along the corridor.
"Lighthouse brother, which room are you staying in?" Moli turned to ask him.
"I stay in a personal space."
"You’re not staying here?" Moli sounded disappointed: "It’s such a big house... and it even has a small garden."
"I’m used to it," Su Ming’an pushed open a room beside her: "And it’s safer."
He paused for a moment.
The light turned on, and he saw a piano room.
The house in the Main God Space came fully equipped. If the player had a hobby of decorating, they could also go to the Main God store to buy furniture and wallpaper. Installing them was like playing a decorating game, where you just drag and drop with your fingers, nothing too troublesome.
Su Ming’an only cared about the house’s location and size, he hadn’t noticed there was a piano room on the second floor.
Looking at the softly lit corner, the undusty piano standing quietly, he slowly closed the door he had just pushed open.
His thoughts felt somewhat vacant, and as a wave of dizziness suddenly surged, what followed was an overwhelming sense of fatigue that almost devoured him.
He stared at the closed door, then suddenly shut his eyes.
...
When he opened his eyes, it was an unfamiliar ceiling.
Tiny dust particles floated in the light, while a burning sensation emanated from his chest.
Su Ming’an abruptly climbed up from the bed and saw Moli sitting beside him, her palm resting on his chest, emitting a red glow.
It was this red glow, slowly seeping in, that gave him a soothing feeling.
It seemed... his constantly tensed spirit was gradually relaxing.
... Is this what they call a healing series talent?
Suddenly, Su Ming’an remembered Moli’s panel marked with a red-level talent, never thinking it would actually be useful.
He looked up and saw a person standing behind Moli, stiff as a post.
"It’s now November 10th, 3:28 PM," Lv Shu said as he noticed Su was awake: "A day ago, Shadow found me and told me you had suddenly passed out. So, I asked a powerful healing series Player to find you... I didn’t expect this Moli’s talent to be so remarkable, so she took over the task of healing you."
"A healing series Player?"
"A friend from the Hidden Noble Families, trustworthy," said Lv Shu. "If you don’t mind, for our five-person team, I think we can add her."
"Healing series... actually kind of useful, then add her," Su Ming’an said. "No need for more, having more people doesn’t always make a team better."
"Do you want to meet her?"
"We can meet when the game starts."
"She told me, she has a small guild focused on the healing series, and she’d really like to have Moli join, to make good use of Moli’s healing talent," Lv Shu said.
Su Ming’an glanced at Moli, who was clutching her sleeve, looking somewhat lost.
"Let’s talk about it after the Fifth World ends," Su Ming’an said.
Less than a day till the New World begins, he now needed to check the long-neglected forum, not in the mood to take Moli to any guild.
"So I... should leave?" Lv Shu said. "The forum speculates that the Fifth World might be interstellar, wasteland, or a fantasy world, which you can use as a reference."
"All right, see you when the game starts."
Su Ming’an watched Lv Shu leave.
Afterward, he quickly set the house permissions so only himself and Cloning could operate it.
He opened the world forum, ready to gather information one last time.
The first thing he saw was still that pinned post [（Essential) A brief analysis of how Players can self-save].
Early in the World game, only a few days in, this post was already featured and pinned.
It goes without saying, the one responsible for pinning and highlighting it was certainly not a human.
And this post’s most endorsed yet most criticized section, "drawing a circle within the limits set by the organizers," had become a topic of contention for many.
The content of the post had not been modified since it was posted, always in its original form.
The initial "I still do not know who the Number One Player who made the speech is, but I believe they can go far" was celebrated by the people on the forum as the "True Prophet Post."
And the post’s concluding line, [Human history has never lacked heroes] [I hope that more Players can become heroes at various levels], had become a motto for many people.
At this point, the post had received over a hundred million responses, and Su Ming’an just briefly glanced over many forum users quarreling and bickering in towering comment threads.
The online game had begun a month ago, and the original order had already collapsed.
A post made a month ago still seemed prophetic.
Su Ming’an was quite curious to meet the person who had posted it, but the poster’s ID had been anonymized from the start, so no one yet knew who this early-deceased yet far-seeing player was.
He closed that thread and briefly scrolled through the current trending topics.
Secondary occupations had started to pick up, and many viewers who had only been chatters found new fun, immersing themselves in the re
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[November 11, Noon, 12:00]
"Ding Dong!"
[Rest time is over—Dear players, welcome back to World Game!]
[Fifth World: Magic World. Global instance decryption/role-playing game.]
[Participating players: 302,982,937 people!]
[Magic World will be copied into thirty thousand identical instances, each involving around ten thousand players in the game!]
[As it is the players’ fifth entry into the game, they will not automatically learn the common language for communication, 10 points will automatically be deducted to learn the Fifth World common language!]
[—The world begins!]
...
Su Ming’an heard the system prompt and felt the transporting white light gradually fade.
But before he opened his eyes to see what the Fifth World was like, he heard a very cold male voice beside him:
"...Watch him closely."
"Before the final time arrives, I will not allow any mistakes."