"—Theodore, your treatment has caused many emotional overloads. The Dawn system judges that you are not suitable for doing this job again, and you are fired!"

With a cold verdict, a briefcase was thrown out. Lu Shu held the bag and left the psychological counseling office with a calm face.

Walking through the desk and the corridor, facing the pity of his colleagues, he had not yet entered society, and finally experienced the feeling of being fired by his boss.

He lowered his head, wishing he could get into the gap. He thought that he would continue to stay in this position and at least give Su Mingan some help, but now he has no job...

"There are 78 cases of counseling, of which 56 are emotionally deteriorated, and 17 are directly overloaded. You are really a genius psychological counselor." When passing by the tea room, he heard a colleague's ridicule. What made him look dark was that his colleague laughed correctly.

In just five days, half of the patients' emotions worsened... He is the first case in a century, and the degree of failure can be written into history.

"Get out." Lu Shu left the tall building in an extremely bad mood - is he so hard to speak?

Usually, Su Mingan said that he could memorize the NPC words word by word. He has talked about the lighthouse theory to the criminals one by one these days, why are those criminals not influenced?

He stood blankly by the traffic light at the entrance of the street, watching the pedestrians coming and going.

The smell of roasted sweet potatoes and fried chicken chops came from the air, the lights of the CCTV Tower flashed like stars, and the children carrying schoolbags on the street jumped and jumped... This familiar city scene reminded him of life on Zhai Xing.

Before his home was burned down by the fire, he lived in a small city. He had visited temple fairs and parks, studied in school, walked around shopping malls with his parents' hands, and also saw the bustling lights of the city at night.

After nine years of education, he never went to school, but he clearly remembered Zhai Xing's fireworks, remembered every street in a small city... and every life he lived with his family.

He lowered his head, searched for the briefcase in his hand, and stacked papers with various psychological reports on them.

...He looked dazed, as if he had seen a notice of illness handed him to him on the day of his adult life.

...He once counted his fallen hair in front of the mirror, just like counting the few lives he had left on the calendar.

He was unwilling to give up at that time. He didn't want to die. He wanted to avenge his parents. However, humans were at a loss before this disease and could only accept fate. He returned to the city where he was in junior high school.

In that huge city, he can't use his mobile phone or scan the code to pay. Everything in modern society seems to be out of touch with him who has lived in the suburbs for a long time.

He had no money and no familiar people. When it rained, he could only hide in the bridge hole and sleep with a black knife. When it was sunny, he stood in the open space to practice by wielding his knife. Later, he found an unfinished building to survive.

Those days were the time when he was most confused and hated his powerlessness the most. He could only dream of his deceased parents all night and a building burning in the wind and rain. After waking up, he could only feel that his health was getting worse and worse, and he could not even lift the knife.

Even if he dies of illness, he doesn't want to stand up straight in the bed like a zombie and stop breathing. If he wants to die, he will die with the knife and die in the final practice.

He vaguely knew why the City of Measuring arranged for him as a psychological counselor. He did have serious mental illness. The teacher had found his parents for this, but his family was conservative and didn't know much about it, so there was no treatment.

The dungeon arranges such an identity for him... is he laughing at him? His fragmented first half of his life? Or his possible subsequent sad fate?

He didn't know.

He only knew that such misfortune was not enough to crush him.

As he was about to die, the game of the world began.

He wandered blindly through the first half of the first world. He didn't understand how powerful the two insects were at the beginning, but he just planned to wait until the end of a year before continuing his previous life.

Of course, if you can rise up and return to Zhai Xing and find out the truth and take revenge... that is the best.

But can the World Game heal his body on the verge of collapse? Can he persist in this rule of clearing all deaths until the end? Can he, a targeted young man, rise up under the eye of others?

If you can't get anything, it's best not to have too many expectations at the beginning.

...

...And then in the first world, he met Su Mingan, who had almost nothing.

Many people told him that the person was called - [First Player].

[First Player] means the strongest - the strongest in the world.

Lu Shu suddenly realized that if the other party was the strongest, if he could help the other party, then his vision, his motivation to survive, and his purpose of avenging his family... can he be satisfied in the end?

He heard the other party's grading and spotlight theory.

That theory...is almost exactly the same as what he respects the elder most, and what his deceased grandfather said.

His family has almost blind beliefs and obedience to their elders.

At that moment... he suddenly realized that he had found a way to survive.

In such a huge, blind, and mediocre city.

In such a hopeless, peaceful life that can be seen at a glance.

He found a companion who could walk with him.

No matter how much others say he licks or looks like a dog, or how playful he is to describe him, he doesn't care about worldly gazes. In this life, a person must find a reason to live.

He has found it.

In his eyes and that person—

They all have ambitions to die.

[Don't be nervous...Su Ming'an, the first player. I was attracted by your theory.]

【so what?】

[I decided to follow you, I like those who always have the future, I like you, I think you deserve to be my light.]

...

Lu Shu takes a step forward.

He walked across the zebra crossing and headed out of the city - since he had lost his job as a psychological counselor, he was going to find Su Ming'an, and the city's red alert was still hovering in people's ears.

I have to say that this ninth world is the world closest to the Zhai Xing scene. This moved many players to tears, and even forgot that they were in the world game, began to give up their missions and go shopping, savoring the "taste of home".

“…have they all gathered over there?”

"Yes, it's not just us, but also the remote control legion... Fengcheng... I heard there is still..."

"Not...the first player..."

“…”

Suddenly, Lu Shu turned around.

Through the crowded crowd, he vaguely heard these broken words.

There are players hidden in the crowd, in which direction are they gathering.

Most importantly, they mentioned the "first player".

He is Theodore now and no one can recognize him, so he simply followed the discussion and went in an increasingly remote direction.

The fragrance of snack street gradually faded away. This was an abandoned construction site. A group of gathering players sat on stacked rubber tires, biting the Kanto cook in their hands.

...I have to say, this scene is really funny.

"The person should be almost here." A blond man, sitting on the tallest tire, squinted his eyes, holding a donut in his mouth.

Hundreds of people gathered downstairs in this unfinished piece. From the grilled sausages, fried chicken chops, sour plum sauce and other items in their hands, it can be seen that this is a group of players. They eat while walking and eating, and they can't get idle at all.

Normal office workers will not go to such uninhabited places to gather. They are busy going home to comfort their emotions for a day of work and prevent them from overloading. Only players will not care about the light of their back-neck chips.

"It's almost done, the message is sent very well, and so many people receive the signal." Next to the blonde man, a Western woman with a long black ponytail, 1.8 meters tall, and a leather jacket and trousers whispered to the ears.

She is Natalie, who used to be a Northland female agent and an official bodyguard of Northland. She is now mainly responsible for staring at the blonde man and preventing him from showing symptoms of mental disorder.

They contacted the Remote Control Legion Guild, made a deal with the hackers in it, and summoned the players hidden in the Third Ring Zone.

The blonde man was ready to speak, but the bottom was still in chaos.

"Damn! Who is eating stinky tofu and snail noodles! The taste is so good!"

"—Why does it have the smell of roasted durian? Vomit... Big brother, my big brother, can we eat something that people eat?"

"I'm so happy that I can actually return to such a modern city. I feel like I'm going home. How great would it be if we were still here in Zhaixing..."

This is not good for players, and no one can convince anyone. Even if someone possesses a height and identity, they will treat everyone equally in the eyes of players.

"Ahem." The blonde cleared his throat to the microphone on the side of his face.

After a moment, the players finally calmed down.

They wanted to see what they wanted to do if one person had so much effort to contact a group of players.

"Everyone." The blonde man said in a surprising way: "—I found Su Ming'an's movements."

As soon as these words were spoken, voices rose up below, with surprise and doubt. Lu Shu frowned slightly.

"Many people know that he is in the edge area, but they don't know the specific location, right? The lady with radar skills around me can lock his specific coordinates." said the blonde man.

"—Who are you?" someone spoke.

"Don't care who I am. I will just tell you the lucky ones in real time with his coordinates. It doesn't matter if someone wants to reveal the news. My coordinates will still be given to you, but there will be more competitors." said the blonde man.

"Ha, do you think everyone is like you, wanting to target the number one player?"

"...That's right, I don't want to get into this muddy water. I don't know how to be scolded by the audience at that time."

"I'll go to the World Channel to speak now and keep the number one player away."

Some people left the rally and some spoke on the World Channel. Most of these speeches flowed into the sea. There were too many people speaking on the World Channel, and there were even a lot of false information.

The blonde man just smiled silently, watching all this, with a hint of neurotic pleasure in his smile.

He knew that even if someone was unwilling to do such a thing, someone would still support him.
To be continued...