【Main God World·Zone 12】

It is affiliated to the 12th District of the United Corps, in a pure white building.

"Bang!"

The soft pillow was smashed to the ground, wearing a blond man in a sick suit, shouted at the doctor entering the door:

“—Don’t come here!”

The doctor stood there, showing a friendly smile, and waved his hand...

"Please don't be afraid, look, there is nothing strange about me."

The doctor turned his body and said that no tentacles had grown on him.

Edward's pupils were tightening. When he opened his eyes, there were colorful jumping spots in front of him. He seemed to be in the disgusting and slippery tentacles.

A strong abnormal emotion gushed out from his mind. He had the urge to do nothing and die quickly.

...I want to die very much.

...I want to die very much, I want to die very much, I want to die very much.

All humans and points progress bars are destroyed! He can't do anything, and he doesn't want to enter those dungeons anymore. He has had enough! He has had enough! He has been tortured enough by the dungeons!

The disgusting audience who can only gossip, treats him like the organizer of abandoned shoes, only knows how to treat him as a blade team... They are all going to die! All of this is disgusting!

He grabbed his scalp with great irritability, but he felt no pain. His five senses deteriorated, and even his pain became blurred.

"Mr. Edward..." The voices of Edlang and others came from outside the door.

"——Get out! Get out! Get out of me!"

He roared and threw out all the cushions around him. He hated that the Lord God World could not cause direct harm to people, otherwise he would really want to give himself a knife.

He suddenly lay on the edge of the bed and began to retching.

He felt everything became disgusting, the air he breathed...the white walls he saw...the birds chirping outside the window... he even wanted to vomit when he looked at it.

"A NPPC!" He retching, pinching his throat, his eyes fluttering red.

...Why did that nppc named Xiboer affect him to this point? Why did he still have the terrifying mental impact after he was dragged into the sludge by her tentacles!

He retching a few times and opened the live broadcast room interface like self-abuse.

At this time, only twenty-seven left in the 100 live broadcast rooms were still on. Among the many dead players, eighteen were killed by Su Mingan directly or indirectly.

...and he is one of them.

——He is also one of so many losers!

Looking at the first player's live room with a popularity of 500 million, which is much higher than other live rooms, Edward retching in disgust-

Why does the boss Rabbit only need Su Ming'an and don't want him?

He knelt down and begged, why did the boss rabbit not even want to look at him?

And that Xiboer... Why can Su Mingan match such a powerful NPC? Why won't Su Mingan become alienated because of those tentacles?

His fingers randomly stroked the live broadcast room, but unexpectedly clicked into one of them.

“——For now, the Eighth World is progressing well.”

This is a live broadcast room responsible for commentary and broadcasting.

During the opening of the world copy, there will be many casual players who were formerly anchors, announcers, and competition commentators who chose to broadcast live broadcasts of other adventure players and give real-time explanations.

Of course, the popularity of these broadcast rooms is definitely not as popular as that of adventure players themselves, but many players who like to listen to the explanation will choose such a live room. After all, the atmosphere here is relatively relaxed, without the tension of putting themselves in the shoes of the people, and it is very similar to the inclusive world forum atmosphere.

At this time, in this most popular broadcast live broadcast room, there were several commentators sitting relaxed.

On the screen behind them, the live broadcast of the first player is lit. They sit at the table and explain the plot of the Eighth World in the form of a tea party, connecting the incomplete clues in each live broadcast room into a complete line, helping the audience who do not watch the live broadcast for 24 hours to understand.

"...The first player has already gained an absolute advantage. Mizushimakawa, Edward, Alande and others who were optimistic about before were clearly matched with a powerful guide, but still did not control the situation." The person who spoke was the male commentator with ID "Military Army". He was the famous S series commentator on Zhai Xing and was extremely popular.

"This counterattack situation initially appeared on the sixth day. After leaving the mad state, the first player and his pagan guide returned strongly, and in the first tribe, he caught other players off guard."

"...I really didn't expect that the strength of the first player has grown to this point. In the seventh world, his strength has not been shown." The female commentator with ID responded to "Qiqi".

"Lu, Isabella, Yamadachoichi, and Luna have been helping the first player to act, which is the most surprising factor in the eighth world. In addition to Lu Shu who has been blacked out and Nol who has been helping, the first player is no longer the 'lonely' that the audience jokes about."

"...Now, the world dungeons are emerging, we don't want alienation to bring panic to everyone. We can maintain mental stability in this crisis and bring courage and hope to everyone. The number one player deserves the title..."

The commentators completely grasped the audience's mentality and praised Su Mingan crazily, one by one, as if they were not the ones who were accused of the early days.

Listening to the commentary, Edward's face was very heavy.

——What do these people regard them as?

Is the game competition? Is 5V5 fair competition? Or is it a copy of the team fighting monsters?

This is a copy of the world that has fought hard, a copy of the risky player who is risking his life on the front line! Why can he only see a barrage of laughter and chatting and betting at a glance?

——Is this group of people worth it?

——Is this group of people really worth it?

They just make him feel disgusted!

He stared at the pattern that had passed the perfect level so far on the back of his hand, and looked at the pure white mark for a long time.

He suddenly raised his head.

"...Sponsor, can you hear me talking?" he said: "Make a deal with me."

...

Noel leaned outside Siber's room.

He thought about the next copy and listened to Su Ming'an's voice telling a black fairy tale inside.

Because he had nothing to do, he stood outside the door and listened for more than an hour.

...Is Su Mingan showing favorability? He showing favorability to a dying person...

...Is it the skills of those in power?

Noel's eyes moved and he quickly figured it out.

After a moment, he suddenly found that there was no sound inside.

"Bang!" He immediately pushed open the door.

"——Su Ming'an!" He called out and stood in the door.

In the warm pink room, there was only a pool of dark mud left on the wooden bed. The young girl in red robe was gone.

By the bed, Su Mingan, whose hands were stuck on the mud, looked confused.

He watched the sludge between his fingers fall to the ground little by little, as if he could not recover, flowing sand.

...

"No need to be next time... I've come to save you." Su Mingan said:

"Go with me, Simbor."

Xiboer smiled. The moment she received the invitation prompt, she suddenly realized that Su Mingan did not come from her world.

"That's it." She said: "So... you are not my fantasy creature."

She stretched out her hand, her already shriveled and yellow hand, and put it on Su Mingan's hand.

"…I can't." she said.

Su Mingan was slightly stunned.

"Didn't you always want to leave and end this cycle of reincarnation?" he said: "Now you have a chance, why don't you go with me?"

"..." Xibir looked away.

"If I leave, if the end is a tragic ending, it will be irreversible." She said: "Even if reincarnation may not be the real reincarnation, I must continue to reincarnate. Since I am the one with the highest success rate, I will... find the opportunity to become a god. Even if it is painful, I will also..."

She blinked, and the light of water in her eyes slid down her shriveled skin.

"I just stubbornly want to win once."

“…I want to save them.”

“No matter how many times.”

“…I want to… save….”

...

[NPC (Ximber) rejected your "follower" invitation.]

...

"You are still missing the Black Crow's authority. You haven't succeeded this time... I dare not bet, I dare..." Xiber's voice became lower and lower.

She stretched out her hand, her five fingers were as thin as chicken feet.

"Please come with me, Su Mingan, I can't leave with you, but you can stay..." she said.
To be continued...