I Rely On Poverty To Sweep Through Survival Games

Xiao Lan walked on the street for a long time, but the street was still the same as before.

Pedestrians on both sides are busy, doing their own things, they don't look like that kind of fake dolls.

Xiao Lan tried to walk into a remote shop where he used to work.

All the details in this store are very real, whether it is the texture of the goods, some old labels on the shelves, or the dust falling in the inconspicuous corners, and the occasional spiders sneaking away from the corners.

Everything was exactly the same as his memory, and even filled in the parts he couldn't remember clearly.

This place is like a real world, proceeding according to the original order.

He couldn't find a way to leave.

This place doesn't seem to be a game field, and Xiao Lan can't leave in the way of shuttle games.

For a moment, he seemed to be trapped here.

After leaving the shop, Xiao Lan suppressed the anxiety in her heart and forced herself to calm down.

First of all, this must not be the real world, he can't stay here.

Secondly, since this is an illusion, there must be loopholes.

So... where is the biggest flaw in this illusion?

Suddenly, his mother's face flashed through his mind.

Mom... should be dead at this time, so her appearance is against the law.

Does he need to do it to his mother?

Xiao Lan clenched his fists tightly, but he couldn't turn around and go back.

Even if it's an illusion, even if it's just a mother fabricated from memories, she is still the mother who cares about her son and encourages him to do what he wants to do.

But... the war with the Fallen World continues.

He can't let other people sink with him because of his hesitation and reluctance.

He is not qualified to comfort himself with the lives of others.

[Bone of Rebellion] instantly appeared in his hand, Xiao Lan switched it to a blade, and looked in the direction he came from.

"Ah—" The little boy beside him was startled by his movement, he looked at the knife in Xiao Lan's hand, and hid behind his mother in fear.

His mother stretched out her arms and hugged her child, while retreating cautiously, while comforting her child: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, brother is doing magic."

Xiao Lan looked at the woman in front of her who was only as tall as her shoulders.

The fear in her eyes was so obvious, but she still kept the child firmly behind her, and used her body to block the danger in front of him for him.

Her thin body couldn't bear Xiao Lan's knife at all.

She probably knew it herself, but she did it without hesitation.

Probably, this is my mother.

At this moment, Xiao Lan felt that the strange woman in front of her eyes overlapped with her mother's figure.

He put away the knife and showed his empty hands to the child: "Look, I can really do magic."

"Wow!" The little boy exclaimed excitedly, shaking his mother's arm, "Mom, look, this big brother is amazing."

The child's mother looked at Xiao Lan with some hesitation, but still stretched out her hand to grab the child who wanted to rush over.

Xiao Lan bowed to her: "I'm sorry, I was too absorbed in thinking just now, I didn't notice that it was practicing on the street, I scared you, I'm sorry."

After speaking, he turned and left.

A conversation between mother and son came from behind.

"Mom, I want to learn magic too!"

"Then you must drink a glass of milk every day from now on."

"Eh? No..."

"If you don't grow up to be as tall as your brother, you can't learn magic. You see, that brother is so tall because he drinks milk every day."

"Oh...then I also have to drink milk every day."

"good."

Their voices faded away.

But because of their appearance, Xiao Lan suddenly realized another thing.

The different existence in this world is not only the mother, but also himself.

He almost got it wrong.

A him from the future is the biggest flaw in this world compared to the mother who just changed the result of the operation.

Xiao Lan walked to the roof of a tall building, looked down, and saw the hard concrete floor below.

He jumped down without hesitation.

Everything around him quickly passed by his eyes, and the high-speed fall made the picture in front of him blurred.

He fell all the way down, feeling his body hit the ground heavily.

But the fall still didn't stop.

He continued to fall downward like this, and the surrounding scene gradually changed. White mist from nowhere gradually overflowed from the screen, and more and more, occupying the entire field of vision.

The feeling of falling finally stopped.

Xiao Lan found herself standing on a dark path surrounded by chaos.

A hazy white mist was above him, and it was hard to see what it was, but this should be where the previous hallucinatory world was, and he just left here.

Xiao Lan felt the power belonging to Luo on the dark road under her feet. The path was winding and winding, and she didn't know where it went.

He took a deep breath and walked forward.

Go forward, this is the way Luo opened for him, it must not just let him escape.

-

Along the dark path, Xiao Lan moved forward in the chaos.

The dark path under his feet went straight forward, passing through many playgrounds.

Without exception, these game fields all looked like they had gone through a battle, and they looked very bleak, with large holes in the air.

But along the way, he didn't see anyone.

Suddenly, Xiao Lan saw a figure in front of him.

They were wearing the gray windbreaker that Xiao Lan had seen before, which was the symbol of Wushe members.

"Wushe? Didn't the members of Wushe long ago..." Xiao Lan was puzzled.

He stepped forward quickly and ran in the direction of the figure.

When he walked in, he realized that the picture in front of him was still.

It was a woman in a gray trench coat with a high ponytail; a man with a bald head and tattoos on the back of his head, also wearing a gray trench coat; and a white knight who looked like he would only appear in a museum.

The woman with the high ponytail knelt on the white knight's back, holding the knife in both hands, and ruthlessly pierced the white knight in front of the back of the head.

Ahead, the bald man stabbed the white knight in the chest, and at the same time was pierced through the chest by the spear in the white knight's hand.

The breathing of the two had stopped long ago, but the corpse still maintained its final fighting posture.

Looking carefully, no matter whether it is a woman or a man, they are covered with scars, as if they have experienced countless battles.

Their blood stained the White Knight and stained him.

The three figures stood still like this, like solidified sculptures.

Although the reason is unknown, Xiao Lan happened to witness the death scene of Wushe's members at this moment.

Could it be that he went back to the past?

The superimposed blood and dust made it almost impossible to see their faces clearly.

But Xiao Lan still felt an indescribable familiarity from the man and woman in front of him.

Especially, the tattoo on the back of the man's head, and the long light brown hair of the woman tied up high.

He had seen them before, but at that time, they were not wearing Wushe's signature gray windbreaker.

It was when Xiao Lan's mother was hospitalized, she met a very kind couple.

They said that they also have elders who are hospitalized, and they often share food with them, introduce doctors, and help them move their beds when they visit.

At that time, Xiao Lan had to work part-time, take care of her mother, and also take time to study. She was very busy every day, and the two said that the elder lived in the ICU and was not allowed to visit, so they never met the so-called elder.

Thinking about it now, the ICU ward is far from the mother's ward.

How could this couple have traveled so far, and met them by such a coincidence, and they were very enthusiastic to help, which was more heart-warming than some relatives.

It turned out that they were unforgiven people.

That elder probably made it up too, it was just an excuse for them to come to the hospital to take care of Xiao Lan's mother and child.

Xiao Lan still remembered that Xiao Chengyan had made an agreement with Wen Qi not to appear in front of them.

The [-]th birthday also said that the boss would not let them get close to his wife and children.

But in the dark, members of Wushe secretly came to take care of them. I don't know if Xiao Chengyan deliberately released the water.

Xiao Chengyan, a stubborn guy, never mentioned it to his son.

Maybe it was because of the old father's face, or maybe it was for some other reason.

Later, Xiao Lan saw some figures that he had seen before.

A man with dreadlocks who I met a few times while working.

A couple of pretty girls who used to hang out at the restaurant where he worked.

Although their identities were different when they met before, but this time they met, without exception, these people were all wearing Wushe's uniform gray trench coat.

Turns out they were all members of Unforgiven.

But when Xiao Lan met them, they were all dead.

Everyone was killed in battle, they were scarred, but no one retreated.

Xiao Lan thought of many strangers who had appeared and helped.

Are many of these people who have extended a helping hand to him also members of Unpardonable?

Xiao Lan wanted to know their names, but at this moment they could no longer speak.

In the end they were just strangers.

-

As Xiao Lan moved forward, the surrounding scenes kept appearing and returning to chaos.

As he walked, another scene appeared in front of him.

There are broken walls and ruins everywhere, and none of the buildings that can be seen is intact. It is similar to the ones I have seen before, as if I have experienced a massive war.

After going forward for a while, Xiao Lan's pace stopped.

He saw a familiar person...

Perhaps, that is no longer "one".

The man reluctantly leaned against a cut-off wall, his waist down completely disappeared, the cut looked very hideous, blood was all over the ground, and traces of internal organs and spine could be vaguely seen.

That's... Sixtieth birthday.

Although Hua Jia was seriously injured, he held his breath with the strong physique of a senior player.

Xiao Lan hurriedly ran in front of her sixtieth birthday.

Seeing the people who had met once became like this, Xiao Lan felt uncomfortable for a while.

Huajia heard the footsteps in front of her, and barely raised her head.

"Yo~ Isn't this the young master... we... met... do you remember me?"

The same dialogue, but different time and space, different scenes.

Xiao Lan called out his name: "Sixties."

The sixtieth star was taken aback: "You...how could...know my name..."

Xiao Lan squatted in front of him: "Don't talk, I'll explain later."

As he said that, he took out the [Reverse Clock], the number of times that can be used is the last one left.

There is no way to treat injuries like a cut in the middle, but an injury of this degree will definitely not last more than a day. If you use [counterclockwise], you can still be saved.

Xiao Lan used [Reverse Clock] on Huajia.

But the props did not move, as if they were broken.

"How come?" Xiao Lan felt incredible.

Sixtieth birthday, however, smiled: "Young master... I found out when I saw you... You have a strong momentum, such a strong player... It is impossible for me not to have heard of it. Moreover, the last time I saw you At the time...you are not a player at all, there is no reason to level up so quickly...it is like...eating Jinkela..."

He looked at Xiao Lan: "Did you... come from another time and space? This item...is not on my timeline, right?"

Looking at his familiar face, Xiao Lan suddenly realized that this was the time when the Unforgiven Rebellion descended on the world.

[Reverse Clock] is a prop that can reverse time, but it doesn't seem to be able to control the timeline that does not belong to it.

Xiao Lan said: "Yes, I am from the future, and we were also fighting against the coming world at that time."

Sixties tried to give him a thumbs up: "As expected of the young master... Awesome... It's a pity... We can't support you..."

Xiao Lan looked at the huge wound that made her feel powerless: "What's the matter with your injury?"

The sixty-year-old pointed to the white knights who had been chopped into pieces: "Hey, those... Orderers, hehe, I got rid of a few. Unfortunately...they are too many..."

Xiao Lan looked around at the fragments of the white knight that he had seen frequently before, and asked, "The Order? What is that?"

Sixties: "They are transformed from contract players... Burning the life of the contract, carrying the power of the master, and gaining short-term strong combat power are... the secret cards he created."

It turns out that this is the reliance of the master.

He never took the contract players seriously, nor did he expect to rely on the combat power of the contract players to suppress the resistance.

Human beings are just raw materials for him, and he only believes in his own power.

After saying this, Huajia seemed to feel very tired.

His voice lowered down: "Young master...do you have any cigarettes? It's best to buy one from the system store...No. 99..."

Xiao Lan took out the No. 99 cigarette from her storage space, and handed it to Huajia.

It was put in by accident after he ran into a [-]-year-old armor in the training ground before, but he didn't expect it to be delivered to him after so long.

Sixtieth birthday took the cigarette and took a puff satisfied: "Mm... or this... the most delicious...Young master, you really have taste..."

Xiao Lan said: "It was originally for you."

Sixtieth birthday: "Have we... met in the future?"

Xiao Lan nodded.

Huajia thought for a while: "That must be at the skills training ground... because I... am going to die..."

There is still some reluctance to the world in his eyes, but no fear and struggle can be seen.

Perhaps when he decided to participate in the resistance, he was already prepared to face the worst outcome.

The sixtieth birthday seemed to recall something: "Since we have friendship... then... can I trouble you to see my brother... help him a little..."

Xiao Lan said: "I have already met Huabei. He has already become an intermediate player at that time. If I see him in the future, I will help him again. If we can succeed, he will no longer need to worry."

Huajia smiled: "Hehe... that's good... that's good..."

He looked up at the sky, his eyes were out of focus, and he muttered to himself, but his voice became lower and lower: "You said...what we did...would...someone...remember...remember... "

Before the words fell, Hua Jia's eyes had slowly closed.

His hand holding the cigarette also dropped, and the cigarette in his hand fell to the ground before it burned out.

He still has unfulfilled wishes and concerns in his heart, but unfortunately he has no time.

Xiao Lan picked up the sixtieth armor and dropped it to the side. It was covered with dust and blood, and there were some tattered gray trench coats, and was about to cover him up.

Suddenly there was the sound of heavy footsteps not far away.

Like, a knight in heavy armor.

Xiao Lan turned his head to look, and among the ruins, an Orderer was walking towards him with a giant axe in his hand.

The snow-white giant ax was still stained with dazzling red, which was dripping down.

Wondering also what the source of these reds are.

The dripping blood fell on the ground, and after being stained with dust, it was absorbed by the ground, leaving only a dark red dot.

As if the eyes were stung by the blood stained on the axe, Xiao Lan felt a surge of anger in his heart.

This anger was clamoring for him to pull down the master who trampled on human beings wantonly.

Drive him into the dust, and he can no longer manipulate the fate of mankind.

The Order of Order had already arrived in front of Xiao Lan, and waved the huge ax in his hand at him without saying a word.

Xiao Lan didn't speak either. He put down the blood-stained windbreaker for the time being, gripped the [Bone of Rebellion] tightly, and slashed at the Order Keeper with the pitch-black blade without showing any weakness.

The heavy giant ax intersected with the seemingly slender long knife, making piercing clinking sounds.

A weapon that incorporates the core of the Rebel against the Orderer created by the power of the Dominator.

It was obviously a weapon with a huge disparity in size, but it was deadlocked at this moment.

Xiao Lan stared fiercely at the white knight in front of him, and the strength in his hand strengthened again.

The pitch-black blade moved forward again, slashing open the attacking giant axe.

Then, there was a series of crazy slashes, which seemed to be disorderly, but with a powerful force that could not be resisted.

The veins on Xiao Lan's arm holding the saber were bulging, and every saber carried his anger.

At this moment, he only has the opponent in front of him in his eyes, and he wants to destroy him completely.

The thick giant ax was notched by his blade, and the hard armor was chopped under the blade.

As the armor on the outside continued to be destroyed, Xiao Lan discovered that the inside of the Orderer was actually empty.

Among them, the contract player as the carrier has been exhausted.

This is the truth about contract players.

The privilege that they try their best to think they can get is actually to be the livestock raised by the master, to be slaughtered when needed, cut or bled, and provide everything he needs.

With one swing of the knife, Xiao Lan completely chopped off the helmet of the Order Keeper.

There is of course nothing real under the helmet.

But at this moment, there was a mass of white light flashing in the helmet, and the power emanating from the light made Xiao Lan feel very familiar.

This is the power to dominate.

As the white light flickered, the Orderer's body moved again.

His broken body picked up the weapon, stood up unsteadily, and prepared to attack Xiao Lan again.

Xiao Lan stretched out his hand and grabbed the ball of white light.

At the same time, he activated the skill, the ability is—decomposition.

After the awakening, Xiao Lan not only has stronger power, but also has a more precise control over power.

At this moment, he carefully perceived the energy form of the white light in his hand.

Looking for its weak point, thinking about how to break it down.

It turns out that the seemingly invincible guy is like this, even if he is a higher-dimensional existence, as long as he finds his energy combination method, he is not that invincible.

The heavy steps behind him approached little by little.

Xiao Lan didn't look back, but tightly clenched her hands.

The glaring white light in his hand seemed to want to escape, but it became increasingly dim and finally disappeared without a trace.

With the disappearance of the white light, the body of the Orderer also fell down again.

Without the support of strength, the already broken white armor fell to pieces on the ground, merging with the dust and rubble on the ground.

It's like unremarkable garbage.

Xiao Lan turned around and returned to her sixtieth birthday.

He picked up the gray windbreaker on the ground and covered his mutilated body.

Xiao Lan said softly to him: "We will remember and inherit your will to move forward."

"Because you are all heroes."