“Where the tree tops glisten”

“Aen (children stop and listen)”

“Th bells in the snow”

“I'm dreaming of a white christmas”

“With every christmas card I write (I write on every Christmas card)”

“——May your days be merry and bright (——May your days be merry and bright every day)”

...

The silver bell rings.

The sound of players dancing and singing came from outside the door.

Outside the window covered with snow and frost, gorgeous fireworks bloomed in the sky.

The fireplace in the room crackled, and the fire leaped on the warm floor.

The young boy, whose cheeks were slightly red by the wind and snow, lifted up the curtain and walked in quickly. His gaze quickly spread and then freezes on the sofa.

Su Mingan, who was rolling up the map in his hand, was staring at the beating flames, bloodshot in his eyes, and the back of his hand was stretched white.

"...Now I have given up all the clues of the royal city, quit my job, and come here in vain." Noel hung his coat on the hanger beside him and said with a smile:

"The leader of the Soul Clan, you must protect me."

He smiled heartily, and his laughter echoed in the quiet room.

He was tidying up his clothes in his hands and waiting for a moment, but received no response.

He turned around, looked at the young man who was still bent slightly and sitting motionless on the sofa, and called out tentatively: "...Su Ming'an?"

Su Mingan stood up.

The rolled map was tightly held in his hand, and he turned his head and looked at Noel with a pair of stunned eyes.

"Bang!"

Push the door open.

Lu Shu and Lin Yin walked in and saw what was happening now.

"What's wrong?" Lin Yin was stunned: "Why are you standing? The rules of the sea feast are about to be announced. Are you not going to talk about it?"

"You guys talk first."

Su Mingan spoke out, his voice seemed a little hoarse.

He quickly walked out the door and happened to meet the shadow of coming to deliver things.

"Where are you going now?" Ying asked.

Su Mingan took the shotgun, passive potion and weapon from Ying's hand. After drinking the potion, he skipped over Ying and walked out.

"Sebia, Alchelev, don't follow you." He left a sentence.

He walked very fast and immediately disappeared from everyone's sight.

"...What's wrong with him?" Lin Yin turned his head and asked Lu Shu.

Lu Shu shook his head blankly.

"Nower, what did you two say?" Lin Yin asked Noor.

Noel was looking at the figure outside the door.

The heavy snow quickly poured in along the wooden door. Facing the wind and snow coming towards him, his vision was a little free.

After a moment, he smiled as if he had figured it out.

"...So that's how it is." He said.

"What's going on? What's going on?" Lin Yin looked puzzled: "No, I said, don't talk at this moment, and teammates need to communicate fully."

"You guys talk." Noel pulled off the clothes from the hanger and followed quickly: "I'll go with him."

"Hey—Don't leave, the rules are issued soon, we will only fight two of us, hey—"

...

The heavier the wind and snow.

Su Ming'an rushed to the south area wharf, and his pace was extremely fast.

The bell that arrived at twelve o'clock rang in his ears, and a golden bridge appeared in the sky.

The Pope began to issue rules.

Su Mingan moved forward quickly.

He passed by the tavern with lights, by the houses with Christmas songs floating, and by the clock tower covered with snow.

He did not choose to hide his actions, nor did he choose to rescue those who were about to be alienated as soon as possible.

Because in his eyes, this is just a waste.

He has gradually discovered something.

...The organizer may not be able to really intervene in the game dungeon.

The game copy is more like a system that runs on its own.

It has been extremely fair to date. Although there are many crises, the crises always parallel with high rewards and will not particularly hinder a person's strategy process.

He discovered this when browsing the World Forum and checking other people's guide routes.

——The game copy is actually not deliberately targeting yourself. Its difficulty matches the rewards you receive, and you will not deliberately refuse to pass the level just because you are the number one player.

The points that the organizer can intervene are limited to the special identity arrangements of observers and hunters. They cannot affect the logical chain of the game copy itself, nor can they directly kill a player.

They can only influence the player's actions through alienation and guidance of other special identities.

What made him even more certain of this conclusion was the situation of the last week.

At that time, Noel's words were not a special riddle. Anyone who could think a little could see what he was implying, let alone the organizer whose intelligence level should be far above humans.

If the organizer could really interfere in the game dungeon, they would have understood what kind of abilities Su Mingan had when Noor blurted out and Su Mingan did not refute. They could take action, interrupt the game progress, catch Su Mingan, or control him to prevent him from dying.

...But they didn't, but watched Su Mingan go through a long fall, and then watched him die.

Does this mean?

The organizer can't really interfere in the game?

Or,

Can the organizers with subjective biases not affect the objective existence and run their own game copy?

Then, in this bad device that is destined to be abandoned, he doesn't have to hide his behavior too much.

According to the purpose information of the previous week, I died at 8 o'clock in the morning and returned to this time point.

Although the time point of the retracement has little to do with time, and is only related to the key plot, generally speaking, as far as he has experienced so far is not too close, at least more than ten hours.

To be on the safe side, he cut the time by half and set it to five in the morning.

As long as he dies before 5 a.m., he can always have five hours of opportunity.

He put on his mask and black robe and headed all the way to the South District Wharf.

Since the rules have been released, this place has become a gathering place for players, like a large vegetable market.

"Selling potions! Selling large blood recovery potions, slowing back, instantly back!"

"Look for a temporary team. I am a second-level fire magic, with a combat power of 700+..."

"Why are you all gathered here? Isn't anyone taking up the spot?"

"The crystal was wrapped up by someone, we can't get close to you. Can you go?"

"Selling photo albums of players on the front list, buy one clip three..."

"The trouble ahead is to let me go, I want to get into the boat..."

...

Perhaps because the first five ordinary strongholds were all covered by soul hunting, the royal city and the church could not enter, and this group of players began to gather at the special stronghold in the South District Pier.

There were even some bonfires that had just been put out on the ground, and it seemed that someone had held a party here.

Su Mingan originally thought that this place should be a tragic scene of fighting each other, but he didn't expect that these people were still happy.

In fact, for ordinary players, they are satisfied as long as they have been through the dungeon. Most of them have a mediocre attitude. If they can’t fight, they won’t fight. They will only have a few moves unless they are angry.

Among this group of people, Su Mingan also saw several people from the Yellow Rose Sword. They seemed to be acting as traffic officers, and they kept this group of people from crowding as if they were managing traffic.

He switched to a bright pattern and forcibly rushed into the crowd.

"Damn it! Who squeezes me!"

“shit!”
To be continued...