"What is the first case today?" The man with his head suddenly spoke.

"Twenty-three." said the white-haired man: "Mental collapse... The reason is the Sixth World. These people went crazy as soon as they returned, but their families sent them to ask for help. These people are not lucky... Those who have no one around them may not know where the collapse is.

——This time, the organizer finally revealed their hideous true face and was about to attack us idiots. I hope most people can understand that this is not a charity game."

"Damn. This copy is simply a machine that makes mad people in batches - the United Group is going crazy, so many people asking for help, so many mad people who suddenly appear..."

The white-haired man's pale pupils moved slightly, and a trace of sadness emerged from it: "Not only this, as far as I know, the suicide rate is also rising."

"...Will anyone else commit suicide? Here?" The man with his head was stunned.

"Even in the original world, there were so many lives that committed suicide every day, and there were only more in such a world." The white-haired man sighed: "World Game, the organizer... They hung over our heads like the sword of Damocles, and they would fall at any time. Those extreme conservative, unacceptable thinkers, politicians, and scientists who could not adapt to the changes in the rules... Their collapse has been going on from the beginning, but the information today is too complicated and we can't see it."

“…”

"It doesn't mean it doesn't exist..." He took a breath of cigarettes again: "The world is changing in a jumping way, people's ideological positions and means are different. Some choose to go with the flow, some choose to catch up, some choose to gain experience from skills and props, and some try to directly talk to the organizer... Then some people cannot face it, and it is normal for them to choose to end their lives."

“…This is ridiculous.”

"The people in this world are already like dead skins." He said: "Look at those walking on the street, those sitting in shops, those lying on the bed, those speaking in the forum... Those ones, even though they look like bystanders, in fact, they are almost dead... Psychologically, they are like dehydrated patients."

“…”

"And our living space has been squeezed to pieces long ago, and now we are just doing our best to breathe." His fingers lit up the cigarette body, and the white ash floated down the cigarette butts: "...You saw it too, Kerr, seeing those people who committed suicide in the main god space live - they were really people who were completely lost and even their souls were wiped out.

Those people think that human beings have no future, and everyone is in endless shame. People as bright as stars have become toys. The long river of history has been cut off from our generation, and tomorrow will never come a year later..."

"Stop talking," Cole said.

"Have you seen the death of those who committed suicide, who died in the true sense, in the forum screenshot? It was really shocking... Their eyes were the most hopeless eyes I have ever seen. All memories, fantasies, dreams, ideas... were all wiped out." The white-haired man had no intention of stopping.

He leaned against the wall and spitted smoke rings, his eyes gradually faded:

"Some people died of self-immolation, their ashes were scattered like snow, some died in the explosion, blood and raindrops were everywhere, some people chose to swallow poison, and their skin was shriveled little by little in the live broadcast room...

Are they doing something wrong? Not necessarily. They have the right to give up their lives.

They have lost all their thoughts. Like believers who have lost their faith and the gods in their hearts, they have come to an era that is completely unknown, and may always be dark before their eyes..."

"Stop talking." Cole repeated again.

He clenched his fists, closed his eyes, his face full of reluctance.

"Recognizing the facts and making choices are two different things after all." said the white-haired man:

"Those people, those who seem to die vigorously, die before so many people--they have determined the pessimistic ending of all of them a year later and have made the choice to give up.

The mutual destruction of human beings has become a normal state. Although in such a world, we briefly let go of prejudice and hatred on Zhai Star and become one... But after all, we are not on the same line, and human beings cannot have clustered thinking like the intelligent brain. It is impossible to gather everyone into one mind...

The organizer is happy to differentiate humans. Cole, you have also seen that so many identities who control different authority, so many assimilated by the dungeon world, and so many people who decide not to become players anymore...

For the fifth world alone, there are many people who decide to stay in that world forever, want to control their subordinates like gods, and no longer want to become humans like ants.

Including those who control special authority, they have abandoned their identity as humans and actively moved closer to high-dimensional creatures... They are actually not wrong. They have made their own choices and are very firm.

And we... You guy and I stood here on artificial rainy days, smoking bad cigarettes that miss the past, and talking about these nutritious topics.

Our behavior is essentially no different from those guys at the World Forum. It’s just that we are just saying this verbally.

Humans always like to beautify their behavior.

Cole, we probably can't escape this barrier built by our own structure..."

"I'm just sympathizing with those guys, but I'm meeting such a copy." Cole said: "I'm here just to find a momentary purity, not to listen to you, you talk about such a large number of bad principles. Qin Er - find someone who is willing to listen to you, there will be a bunch of them on the World Forum."

"...I just express some emotions." Qin Er smiled: "After all, if a person always suppresses himself and lives like a machine, he will really become a madman."

"If you don't participate in the dungeon, you can become a madman. People's psychological abilities are really fragile."

"Don't look too high on humans, nor on humans too much, Cole." Qin Er said: "Look, although there are always people who are disappointed, in such a world, there will always be pioneers of the times."

"Pioneer?" Cole smiled slightly ferociously: "That group of lunatics who are on the top players?"

"Do you think they are crazy?"

"In an abnormal world, people who have won the lead will not be normal." Cole said: "The brain circuit of players on the list is obviously consistent with the copy set by the organizer, while humans who are consistent with the brain circuit of the organizer are not normal humans."

"Maybe you're right." Qin Er nodded in agreement: "But as far as I know, it seems that so far there has been no crazy situation for players on the top of the list."

"It's very simple to explain." Cole sneered.

He looked up and looked at the live broadcast room screen that was playing in the rain, his eyes instantly icy:

"—Because those players on the list have been crazy long ago. How could the madman be crazy again?"

"Yeah?"

"Since the first game of completion, no one has been [normal people] anymore." Cole pulled the corner of his mouth.

Qin Er looked away.

What he was looking at was a doctor in white wearing a scalpel on the live broadcast screen, looking at a corpse path on the ground expressionlessly.

The blood was stained in every corner of the narrow corridor, and even the clear yellow escalator was painted with blood.

The strange, terrifying, darkness like a thick cloud seemed to flow slowly along the screen at any time.

... Just watching this scene made him feel extremely uncomfortable.

Not to mention the players in it.

...Even if these players eventually survive, they will probably not be far from the madman.

"This copy is transcending humans horizontally." He said: "Normal people, with, [madman]."

"Humans are no longer considered humans when they reach a certain limit." Cole said: "The way of thinking and three views of this group of people will be very different from us. They have long been led by these dungeons, but this dungeon is particularly obvious - the stronger the player, in my opinion, the deeper the influence of the dungeon, the more crazy it will be."

"For example, the strongest number one player?" Qin Er pointed at the screen and nodded the corner of his mouth.

"He." Cole laughed.

His drooping hands swayed slightly unconsciously, and there was a nearly inverted world in front of him.

In my ears, the sound of raindrops drifted endlessly.

"...He is the biggest madman." Cole said: "I would rather find a chance. Believe in a religion and hope that God will lead me."

"The first player is a madman." Qin Er nodded: "But he is also the most rational and normal madman. Before he really goes crazy and loses his mind, everyone can believe that he is the most normal person."

"Qin Er?" Cole frowned.

"I have noticed the eyes of that person... Have you seen it? His eyes of us are not as if we are looking at humans, not as if we are looking at compatriots, but as if we are watching NPC characters in the game." Qin Er said: "I was thinking at the time, why can this person have such eyes... It seems that he values ​​us very much, but it seems that he doesn't value us at all. I haven't figured this out until now, so I simply gave up thinking."

"What do you mean?"

"It's not interesting... I just talk casually." Qin Er suddenly started a new topic: "Ah, by the way, I forgot to tell you that I have been religious recently."

"You atheist, can do this kind of thing?" Cole raised his eyebrows.

"Yes." Qin Er smiled: "I'm feeling that the future is bright now."

"Interesting, it can actually make a guy like you so obsessed with... What's the point of teaching?"

“Lighthouse Teaching.”

"……What?"

"Lighthouse Teaching." Qin Er repeated in a very light tone: "... Maybe I'm going crazy too."

"You're crazy, do you want to believe in that kind of guy?"

"Unexpectedly, I actually felt that it was not bad." Qin Er smiled:

“…In such a desperate world, everyone has a god in his heart.

Think of madmen as gods... Are you the ones who do you think are crazy, or do you believe in this way? What about those humans?"

...

Chiharu Hashimoto wakes up from a nightmare.

When she woke up, her back was soaked, her eyes were filled with mist, and her body was filled with water, and she seemed to have just climbed up from the sea.

The wall clock on the wall ticks, and the hour hand points to three o'clock.

Three o'clock in the morning.

She let go of her hands that were stuck to the corner of the quilt and wiped the fine sweat beads on her face.

Her hair was entangled like seaweed. She struggled to pull it apart, lifted the quilt, and checked the defensive magic array arranged in advance.

... Fortunately, no one came in during the period when she fell asleep briefly.

She was really scared.

When she saw the scene of the other world in the fifth world, she was attracted for a moment and decided to end up in it, but she didn't expect to encounter such a dangerous copy.

San value setting, if you are crazy, you will not repair your mental state even if you return to the main god space...

This copy is different from any of the usual ones, with substantial dangers and ubiquitous fears.

The fear that is about to make people crazy.

Before this, Chiharu Hashimoto once had a partner.
To be continued...