anovelconsole Chapter 547 - 544 -
Chapter 547 - 544 -
Chapter 547: Chapter 544 - "They All Like You.[Main God World]
Endless drizzling rain, one storm after another, the weather appeared gloomy and oppressive, and people walked on the streets as if accompanied by the dampness.
Wherever there were people, there was almost always a live broadcast screen, and people looked up, through an entire world, watching the ones fighting in the distance.
The rain blurred their vision.
When Su Ming’an cursed Mizushima Kawa Sora, the people’s conversations, spitting contempt, astonishment, and insults...
They were shocked by the death of Mizushima Haru, enraged by the moral hijacking of Mizushima Kawa Sora, and found Su Ming’an’s act of killing a top-ranking player unworthy...
Each word and sentence, clear in black and white, seemed to transform into actual knives and spears, allowing them to express themselves in the online world, "participating" in these world-changing events as keyboard warriors.
And all of this reached its peak after Su Ming’an acquired the "san" skill, causing the Black Beast to go mad and self-harm to death.
Matthew, a well-known forum commentator from Xi Country, was responsible for the commentary in the broadcast room.
But after the death of the Black Beast, when he looked at the gruesome sight of its flesh and blood rolling over, he suddenly broke down emotionally.
He faced the camera, tears streaming down his face:
"— Humanity has no future!"
"— Even if the body can be repaired by the organizers, the spirit has no chance at all! By introducing such a skill, the organizers aim to kill us from the root!"
"— We have no chances left! None at all! The organizers only want to utterly destroy us!"
"— They harbor malice towards humanity, and we have no chance to turn the tables! We cannot comprehend the might of higher-dimensional beings, all this talk of exploiting rules loopholes... enhancing strength through the game... uniting to oppose the organizers... It’s hopeless! There’s no chance! We are doomed!"
"— What will the world’s game turn into in the future? A paradise for madmen, idiots, psychopaths, butchers, and those who are not normal! We can’t turn back now! The civilization of humanity for thousands of years ends here; everyone will either become slaves to aliens or turn into dust of history..."
His emotional collapse was sudden. In front of the camera, he cried and laughed like a lunatic, leaving the two Eagle Country guests beside him unable to react.
In the end, the guests had to cut off the broadcast urgently, putting an end to such an absurd scene.
This broadcast room was very popular, and many people were watching in real-time. Matthew’s breakdown was like a fuse, igniting the already suppressed emotions of people, and a sense of emotional threat, buried deep since the White Sand Paradise, spread like an infection.
Emotions, being easily spread and fermented, were already suppressed among the people, merely diverted by the heat of the pinnacle competition, but now that the overall situation was settled, with only Su Ming’an and Su Rin left as the surviving players, their attention started to revert.
They couldn’t help but reflect—
— What about the mental patients left in the Sixth World? They had gone silent, did they have a future?
— What about the world’s games in the future? Could kind-hearted normal people still survive?
— Can we really endure such tremendous mental pressure until the end of this year?
In such an extremely insecure environment, people were like startled birds, where a little spark could trigger an explosion. When emotions spread online, they proliferated offline too.
Even demonstrations began to appear. Protesters carried wooden signs with bright red text and painted faces, walking through the streets.
...
Inside a sealed conference room, with discussions and the ringing of phones incessant, the walls were adorned with the blue olive branch flags of the United Group, and several people in black uniforms moved about frantically.
Now, besides the United Group, organizations based on nationality had also become more stable, such as Gran Victoria Tech, Yu Country Storm Tech, Dragon Country Yangtze System, Eagle Country Countermeasure System, and North Country Snow Land System... Because of the innate advantage of nationality, they had become one of the most trusted authoritative organizations among the players.
Moreover, the independent alliances were beginning to take shape, such as the Holt Wizard Alliance, which was centered around various mage players. They demanded skill-sharing among each other, discussed team compositions together, and classified themselves into elemental divisions.
The infamous Black Card Assassins Organization from the West, at this moment, also revealed its fangs. This organization centered around mercenaries, deserters, and assassins—those who operate in grey areas, and its top members were all expert frontline fighters.
The Steward Alliance, centered around the Church, had gathered more than one hundred thousand members in its preliminary record. They had stronger cohesion compared to ordinary organizations. Players would even gather weekly for prayer activities.
Besides these unique independent organizations, there were volunteer organizations like the Peace Dove Rescue Association, Blue Land Forces, Red Heart Volunteers, Olive Branch Rescue Teams, etc.
The World Independent Society, Human Self-Rescue Re
The appearance of the "lose sanity" skill; Edward’s breakdown; Herbert giving up his player identity...
The accumulation of these three negative news items made the world environment even more chaotic than after White Sand Paradise.
...
"Click, click."
The white-haired girl in the black ceremonial robe carefully wiped the square stone slab in her hands. On her head, the blood-red sacrificial crown flickered with a faint light amidst the sunset.
She looked tired, with dark circles under her eyes as if she had been fatigued for a long time.
However, hearing the tribe members outside shouting "Lord Bai Shen" and seeing a figure approaching, she showed a smile.
"You’re back?" she looked toward the approaching person.
"I’m back," said Su Ming’an.
After the end of the ancient castle instance, only he and Su Rin were the surviving players.
Since Lv Shu had turned into an NPC before, he had lost the right to compete, and even though he had regained his player status, he was still not counted in the quota.
Followers were inherently players but from then on, they would be subordinated to someone else.
He was now a Third Rank Ruler, capable of bringing two followers with him into an instance. Although Moli and Qingqing were his followers, they were just little girls who hadn’t grown up, and he wouldn’t take them into the instance.
Thinking along these lines, he couldn’t help but have a strange thought—if he could gather two followers, along with his Cloning and himself, they’d have enough people for a game of Fight the Landlord.
"Clang." Xiber carefully placed the stone slab on the table—such slabs, representing the deaths of the Qiongdi people, would be wiped and preserved by their loved ones.
"It’s finally ending," she murmured to herself.
Through countless reincarnations, countless instances of despair and death, she had finally reached the end of the road.
"There’s one more person," Su Ming’an said.
"Who?"
"Someone still roaming the wilderness," Su Ming’an said, "It’s time I settled things with him."
At that moment, Lv Shu in black clothes walked in.
"Su Ming’an, my viewers told me a lot has happened..." Lv Shu said, "Edward has gone mad, and Herbert has given up his player status."
His expression was somewhat blank, clearly, even he hadn’t recovered from such shocking news.
He had never thought that the powerfully and arrogantly mighty person of Gran would go insane.
Su Ming’an’s eyes narrowed.
A moment later, he sighed, "I know."
The collapse of the system, might makes right, crisis at hand, diminishment of humanity.
Such things would only increase.
The instances were progressively getting tougher, but death meant starting over from scratch.
Additionally, with the hidden danger of mental breakdowns and the differentiation of the organizers’ identities...
The later stages of the World Game would only become more arduous and perilous.
"Also, some people on the forums are cursing you, with quite the momentum..." Lv Shu said.
"What?"
"They say..." Lv Shu hesitated for a bit, "they say you shouldn’t have killed the other top-ranking players so cruelly, you guys should play harmoniously...
Su Ming’an raised an eyebrow.
"Someone’s starting to act up again?" he said.
He had almost forgotten.
The evil in some humans was also a significant drag.
"So." Xiber spoke up from the side, "You might as well stay and go on a beach vacation with me. Everyone here worships you, they all like you..."
Su Ming’an just smiled, without saying a word.
Sometimes, he thought about it too.