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Chapter 560 Chapter 550 Eight · "...don't be crazy."

Nuoer vaguely remembered the "Lighthouse Theory" that Su Mingan once said.

Su Ming'an put forward this theory very early on. Although many of the reasons are still obvious, some of them have been proven correct in the world game, showing a strong foresight.

Nuoer admired Su Ming'an from the bottom of his heart. This student who just graduated from high school raised his head from the sea of ​​math and English questions, and instantly changed his role and stepped onto the world's high platform.

If nothing happened, Su Ming'an should be like an ordinary freshman in Longguo, participating in clubs, taking fish in public elective courses, sprinting at the end of the semester, staying up late to catch up on DDL, and working in the cafeteria, classroom, and library. From time to time, I still have time to go to team building, eat barbecue, and have a night at an Internet cafe...

He should have club ministers he is familiar with, team members who work together, counselors who take care of him, and even female classmates he likes.

Nuoer remembered that Su Mingan liked to play board games and script killing, and was also interested in youth exploration clubs, reading philosophy and detective novels.

If the game hadn't started, he would have been on a safe table, playing script killing with his college classmates, even playing more horror games and independent games, cutting videos, live broadcasting... until he became a famous up host.

There is no crisis of life and death, no physical pain caused by swords, no hallucinations and mental torture of losing sanity... You won't fall into madness, you won't collapse, and you won't even sleep well.

...not here, in front of the eyes of the whole world, amidst the expectations and accusations of many ignorant people, and under the malicious intent and eyes of high-dimensional creatures, playing such a game is extremely dangerous, like walking a tightrope on a collapse line Real "script killing".

So unfair.

This world is too heavy, too deep in the quagmire, it is already difficult to be pulled up, and the downward trend is almost irreversible.

Noel doesn't want to be like Su Mingan, it's too tiring, he just wants to be a free sun, illuminating the people around him.

——But in this filthy world, how can there be a paradise?
He can save one, but not all.

He can save a moment, but not a lifetime.

These principles are not only applicable in the dungeon world, but also in reality.

…There is no happy ending at all, and there are always people who are inevitably sacrificed. This is reality, and reality is not a fairy tale.

Noel stretched out his hand, as if catching the falling sunlight.

The light outlined his slender fingers, as if kissing his palm.

… Even an hour ago, it was stained with the blood of a child.

"Death will not let anyone go because of who is a child, who is an old man, who is a weak person, who is unwilling to accept..." Noel murmured: "...I teach them to grow up and give them the strength to stand up ——From now on, only their own ability and luck can determine their future, not this world."

"Once they decide to work hard for this hot land, regardless of status, regardless of age—"

He turned his head and looked at Su Mingan who was dressed in black.

His lips moved slightly, the end of his eyes sank, and a tired smile appeared.

"...I will satisfy them."

"No one is an accessory."

"I help them..." he said softly, "—to become the person they yearn for."

In moments of human crisis, morality takes a backseat.

Just like in ancient famines, it was not uncommon to change children and eat. In order to "survive", many things can be discarded.

Children will only see that Nuo Er and others treat them well, and know that they have to rely on their own efforts to earn points and save their loved ones, but they don't understand the price to be paid in terms of spirituality and growth.

It is also difficult to define whether it is good or bad for children to participate in this kind of bloody and crazy copy.

Like a blank sheet of paper, in the future of human beings decades later, these children have been contaminated with filth prematurely, and some of them may gradually become crazy and cruel like Bonnie who burned people for fun.

The world game is a thing that is good at changing and despising human nature.

It can make the cool-headed mad, the cowardly brave, the selfish selfless, and the kind-hearted cruel.

It makes people... not like who they used to be.

Just like Su Mingan now and Su Mingan three months ago are completely two people.

During Nuoer's speech, Su Mingan remained silent.

He quietly watched Nuoer confiding, watching Nuoer pouring out his helplessness and anger in an extremely calm manner.

When Nuoer calmed down, Su Mingan didn't judge his point of view, but just said——

"...don't be crazy."

Nuo Er was stunned, his eyes moved slightly, staring at Su Mingan.

"……what?"

He said softly.

"Don't be crazy." Su Mingan repeated: "You...don't be crazy."

This is already the most suitable words.

Great mental pressure, heavy negative emotions, almost hopeless future... One negative thing after another, weighed on the frontline players like them, making them breathless.

Su Ming'an has gradually understood the reason why Noel called him here today.

Noel wasn't asking what he thought of the kids, or any collaboration.

... Noel is calling for help.

Complaining, pouring out, bursting out, spewing unhappiness, struggling.

Noel is torn between agonizing moral decision lines, on the brink of an abyss of collapse.

Guilt, helplessness, anger, despair...

Su Mingan almost forgot.

Players like them... have been going crazy for a long time.

——Noel was obviously asking him for help.

Because Noel himself is about to collapse.

Su Mingan had always believed that Nuo Er was a person who was extremely good at regulating his mental state, and he emphasized that "the game should be played with a smile". His smile is always as warm as the sun, and he has infected countless people.

Noel's temperament is extremely enthusiastic and optimistic, as if nothing can make him suppress his sadness, and he can always maintain a happy and optimistic mood.

...but where in the world are there such people.

As long as there are seven emotions and six desires, they will definitely be affected by the world.This kind of influence is pervasive and will quickly deteriorate a person's state, especially Noel is a kind and lawful person, and the oppression he suffers is even deeper.

In the absence of psychotropic drugs, without a proper psychiatrist, Noel used him as a mental buffer.

Noel was begging him for help.

Ask for help by talking.

Because maybe only he can stand on the same level and understand Noel.

"Noel. Edward is already crazy. I don't want you to become the next one." Su Mingan said, "Don't put too much pressure on yourself, no one will blame you."

"..." Noel's fingers trembled slightly.

The light spots condensed on his eyelashes, like a ray of dazzling sparks.

He blinked, and his eyes suddenly turned red.

"...Su Mingan, what should I do..." He said suddenly.

As if all defenses suddenly collapsed, the smile he had always maintained on his face disappeared, and those sea-blue eyes began to tremble violently.

The wet light appeared in his eyes.

"...The mental state of our top players... can't last the game..."

"Now the total progress bar is only 30.1%, 30.1%! There are still nine months... We can hardly hold on..."

"Humanity has almost no future, and we are about to collapse... The terrible thing is that this matter cannot be made public at all, and we can't even spread this kind of panic. We can only maintain this seemingly optimistic status quo..."

"Herbert must have known about this, so he took the initiative to leave the player's identity. He must know that we can't go on, including himself...so he put everything down and left..."

"I can't help it. I can't bear it anymore. I closed my eyes last night and I was hallucinating. When I walked on the road, everything was gray and white. I couldn't see colors! I couldn't see..."

His body trembled violently, and there was a thin layer of water in his red eyes.

The fantasy style of the New World Guild is designed according to his personal hobbies. He likes the feeling of being colorful and reflecting light from every item.

Colorful buildings, painted glass, glazed roofs reflecting light... everything is dreamlike and beautiful.

But now, these colors he specially designed,

—he couldn't see it all himself.

"...I can't hold on any longer, and I know it myself."

Nuoer took a breath: "But Su Mingan, I want to tell you, don't be crazy...you can't be crazy...you are the last thing you can't be crazy. Edward is crazy, Mizushima Chuanku is going crazy, and I am going crazy too... But you're the only one who can't be crazy...

We entrust you with the most painful and impossible things, and entrust you with the heaviest responsibility... You must not be crazy, no matter how painful you are, and you can't hold on anymore... You can't be crazy...

I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry...I'm forcing you like this, but we can't do anything, I...I can't do anything..."

His mask of a bright smile finally came off, revealing a tear-stained face.

His eyes were red, and there was a misty mist of sadness on his face, like a circus clown who finally took off his mask.

The comedian who likes to make others laugh the most, has a sadness in his eyes that can no longer be resolved.

Su Mingan has never seen Nuo Er like this.

On the day after the end of the Eighth World, Noel showed an unprecedented scene, like a survivor struggling with a plank in a shipwreck.

... Even so, Noel was only here, only to him, showing such a face, and did not pass on this panic.

Even Noel's closest companions couldn't know about this. They could only see the bright sunshine on him as the president of the new world, be inspired by his adventurer spirit rushing into the universe, and be infected by his optimism.

Who can see what the back of the sun looks like.

Nuoer's hands were slowly hanging down, his shoulders were very slender, like the shoulders of a child, no one could tell that his age was actually six years older than Su Mingan.

"I won't go crazy." Su Mingan looked into Noel's eyes.

He reached out and put his hand on Noel's shoulder.

No matter how painful it is, no matter how hard it is to hold on, no matter how desperate it is... Su Mingan thinks that he will not go crazy.

...Even if the final outcome is really only a tragedy, even if nothing can be redeemed...he will restrain himself not to go crazy.

His hands loosened slowly, without using much force, but in a steady posture, he told Noel that he promised——

[Even if everyone is crazy, he is the only one who is sober among the madmen. 】

In a madness-themed world, it's ridiculous, overreaching, and retrograde.

It doesn't matter, they are "monsters".

Feared by ordinary players, kept away by casual players, and guarded by the leadership... They are a group of monsters struggling for themselves.

The curse known as madness runs through all of them, everywhere, but they all have the right to breathe every breath of fresh air before finally breaking out.

As long as that black wall is eventually toppled.

Overthrow that side——the black wall formed by high-dimensional creatures, which separates them from their homeland Zhai Xing.

Before that, before seeing the final outcome, before seeing the doomsday, they will exhaust every centimeter of air and breathe desperately, this is human beings.

Struggling ugly, begging to survive in a humble way, living to the end despite the extreme pain, and trying your best to achieve a perfect ending while still alive, this is a human being.

"sorry Sorry sorry……"

Noel couldn't help apologizing.

In fact, he didn't have to apologize at all.

"Take a break if you can't hold on." Su Mingan said: "The Ninth World, the Tenth World... You can rest for a world, it doesn't matter, the strength will not be stretched much, what we lack is not the progress bar, but the fear of your list The collapse of former players caused a cliff-like drop in points."

"What about you?" Noel said.

Su Mingan lowered his head and looked at the back of his hand.

White lines are painted on the back of his hand like water.

The tattoos of a perfect customs clearance are complete, without any omissions.

"I'm in good shape," he said.

He lifts his eyelids.

The colorful glazed decorations were reflected in front of his eyes, and the light was dazzling.

However, his eyes were still covered with a layer of dull gray.

"...Where's the information from the Ninth World?" After a moment of silence, he said.

Before each world dungeon is opened, Noel will bring him information about the next world in advance, which is Noel's [Watcher] identity power.

When he asked this question, he also made it clear that he would never rest.

Noel hesitated for a moment before showing him the information.

Su Mingan dropped his gaze.

The panel unfolded before his eyes, still showing a lingering gray tone.

……

[The Ninth World·Measuring City·Aktor]

[World type: global open copy for [-] people, copy for specific development]

[Key props: AI]

[Key points for customs clearance: Synchronize with the "evolution" of human beings, and walk with the time of the world. 】

[World elements: collapse, reconstruction, evolution, intelligence, wasteland, creation, fitness, Ship of Theseus]

["I will lay it down on the altar and realize the world of our dreams."

"From now on,"

"No one should be afraid of the coming night."

"..."

"PhD."

"Actually, my biggest regret is seeing you through the screen."】

……

(End of this chapter)