Super Righteous Player
Chapter 501 - 42 The Light that Hatches in the Heart_1

Chapter 501: Chapter 42 The Light that Hatches in the Heart_1

"...Let’s not wait for His Highness Annan anymore."

Lin Yiyi sighed, "I think he must have run into some trouble."

Four days had passed since Supervisor Niusel’s last visit.

Their one-week living goal had now been successfully achieved.

—Only the nightmare clearance was left.

The other players were all waiting for their progress, just waiting for the underground teleportation point to be built, and they would teleport over.

Lin Yiyi always felt that slacking off at this moment seemed slightly uneasy on her conscience...

"But if we don’t slack off, I still need to be the one scouting ahead."

Four Dark Chess couldn’t help but complain, "But before I run out of turns, can we really wait for His Highness Annan to come over? I hope I don’t just max out on erosion and explode on the spot."

"Maxing out on erosion shouldn’t cause an explosion... probably."

Lin Yiyi said uncertainly.

Four Dark Chess immediately gave her a look of disdain, "You really are my sister."

Lin Yiyi’s eyes widened as she slapped the back of Four Dark Chess’ head, "If you’re my brother, how can I not be your sister?"

"Yes, yes, yes..."

So Four Dark Chess quickly caved.

Jiu’er, who was watching from the side, couldn’t help but laugh softly.

—Probably this is what they call "siblings" huh.

Seeing Four Dark Chess like this, Lin Yiyi’s heart instantly softened.

She sighed, "You go ahead then... Just to be safe, if your erosion level approaches eighty, don’t go in anymore, I’ll take over. If I reach eighty and still haven’t cleared it, we’ll switch to Jiu’er.

"It’s a waste of attempts if we all enter the nightmare instance together. It’s better to go separately; this way, it’s as if we have three times the chance to try."

Four Dark Chess muttered, "Does that even count..."

But he shook his head, guzzled down his iced fruit tea, and stuffed a few cakes into his mouth arbitrarily.

The golden honey cookie that Jiu’er had just picked up, as well as the chilled honey wine she had just prepared, were both snatched away by Four Dark Chess and gulped down.

"Hey!"

Jiu’er immediately slapped the table with a look of displeasure, causing a tremor in the room, "Take from your own plate!"

"The stuff in other people’s bowls always tastes better—"

Seeing Jiu’er, who had just been secretly amused, now look upset, Four Dark Chess felt instantly satisfied.

But without fear, he justified himself with conviction, "I’m replenishing my brain with nutrients. I still have to work in the dream later; what if I get hungry in the nightmare and can’t think properly?"

"And what if you don’t clear it in the end?"

Jiu’er narrowed her eyes and said, "Little brother Er’er... should we make a bet? I won’t bully you, how about fifty push-ups? Think of it as exercise."

Looking at the significantly shorter Fu Luoli sister with a mischievous smile, Four Dark Chess knew when to fold.

He could manage fifty push-ups.

—But according to a certain infamous philosopher, Yin Susu, mother of Zhang Wuji, who proposed the paradox, a girl as beautiful as Jiu’er... a young woman... a girl, must be very good at lying.

Moreover, Four Dark Chess himself wasn’t sure he could clear the nightmare.

In this regard, his and his sister’s opinions were very much aligned: Even if they were really stuck, they couldn’t just sit around and wait, right?

It’s not that he had any strength to rally himself and overcome adversity in desperate situations... the current conditions were far from that point.

It’s just...

Four Dark Chess’s mind flashed back to the "promo" he saw not long ago.

—In a pitch-black hell, blood on his hands, light in his eyes, Annan climbing up from the abyss over and over again.

...Although he’s probably just an ordinary person.

Not some gaming god... probably can’t even claim to be a minor deity.

But Four Dark Chess just had the nagging feeling— it was slightly regrettable for only Annan to stand out so much.

I can’t do something that cool, can’t resist stumbling from such extreme dangers... but I should be able to try a few more times in an instance with countless "opportunities," right?

As for the rising erosion level due to death—

—Isn’t that because I’m just not skilled enough?

If I get stronger, I wouldn’t die, would I?

The more Four Dark Chess failed, the more he felt as if a lamp was gradually being lit in his heart.

But as this notion seemed too adolescent and embarrassing, he hesitated to share it with others.

Even though his heart felt brightly illuminated, his mouth still mumbled vaguely, "If I don’t make it, then it’s all Benzema’s fault!"

Suppressing the surge of excitement that suddenly rose in his heart, he grabbed a rope and dashed toward his room.

Jiu’er was taken aback upon hearing this.

She pondered for a moment, then turned to Lin Yiyi with some confusion, "Who is Benzema?"

Lin Yiyi was silent for a moment, then guessed, "I bet... he’s just some unlucky guy."

Worried yet hopeful, she watched Four Dark Chess leave and shouted extra loudly, "Remember to livestream it!"

"Ow!"

The room echoed with a vague response.

"Ah..."

Lin Yiyi sighed softly.

It was fine that Jiu’er and the Four Dark Mahjongs were not familiar with each other.

But she was the Four Dark Mahjongs’ own sister.

How could she not know that at this very moment, the Four Dark Mahjongs were feeling agitated and restless?

Because...

Lin Yiyi extended her right hand, gently touching her collarbone. It was as if she had eaten too much and needed to smooth it down, she slowly caressed her chest.

—Her heart, too, was filled with that same restless agitation.

Lin Er’er was her brother, and she was his sister. Even though Lin Yiyi’s grades were also good, there was a long controversy at home when she graduated from a prestigious school to become a full-time UP host. And the trolls, peers, and rumor-mongers on the internet also left her exhausted.

There was never a clean circle anywhere.

Compared with the "Four Dark Mahjongs," who had not yet entered society, the "light of ideals" in Lin Yiyi’s heart had long been extinguished.

Dreams, freedom, cherished ambitions... were nothing more than work. It was just that this work was more to her taste, less objectionable, less exhausting.

But now—

It was probably not an illusion.

Perhaps, since the burning of Black Tower... or rather, since seeing that promotional video, Lin Yiyi felt that the "light" in her heart seemed to have hatched again.

Was it an ideal?

A dream?

A determination?

Or perhaps ambition? Aspiration?

In any case, Lin Yiyi now wanted to go higher, farther.

This passion burning within her heart... which had long since died out, may just be a gift from the world to her.

—Yes.

They, "the players," were not adventuring in this world for nothing.

For now, they had obtained "hope."

A "heart of hope" that would never grow decadent or lazy, with the willpower to strive forward and never lose hope.

The light that sparked in their hearts.

...Lin Yiyi was actually somewhat uneasy about this feeling.

But to be honest, the feeling wasn’t bad. It was as if she had become a brave warrior, a hero.

She understood what the Four Dark Mahjongs was thinking and worrying about.

But wasn’t she the same?

—But she couldn’t panic.

Because she was the sister.

If even she started to panic and become uneasy, what would her brother do?

Who could he turn to?

After all, whether it was from their past academic achievements or current careers, Lin Yiyi had always been her brother’s goal, the direction he strived towards.

Now Lin Er’er had a goal, had accepted the light within his heart... and had started to change himself.

This unyielding, defiant heart certainly resembled Lin Er’er. But based on Lin Yiyi’s understanding of him, her brother was quite lazy... and even somewhat inferior, introverted.

The first time he met Jiu’er, he didn’t even dare to say hello, and during meals, he didn’t dare to speak, looking extremely cautious.

This was understandable. After all, Jiu’er was a real wealthy woman who owned more than one villa in the She Mountain Villa area... rumored to be from a family that sold cars.

But how many companies sell cars in Shen City?

He didn’t dare to guess, he didn’t dare to ask.

But now he was gradually daring to joke with Jiu’er, and his way of walking and speaking was also becoming confident. And this confidence wasn’t off-putting... a faint glimmer of light seemed to shine in his eyes.

This was undoubtedly a good change.

She glanced at Jiu’er.

—Jiu’er was the same.

Compared to the unconfident, shy, and soft dumpling that Lin Yiyi had first met... now Jiu’er’s presence was also growing stronger.

"Since everyone’s working so hard, I need to buckle down too..."

Lin Yiyi murmured, her eyes gradually becoming more resolute.

She too was making up her mind.

Perhaps she should... try to embrace the "light" within her heart.

She was also somewhat expectant.

What changes would it bring to herself...