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Chapter 272 - 269: Increased Understanding of Humanity!

Chapter 272: Chapter 269: Increased Understanding of Humanity!

Su Ming’an glanced at the delivery time of this email, December 1st at two in the morning...

Although he had some regrets, he still opened the next one.

What he was mainly curious about was what all these people with different demeanors were thinking in their heads.

[Walter: Number One Player, I am Walter from Yu Country, a former nobody under Zhai Xing, owning but a few auction houses and vineyards, nothing worth mentioning. My personal interests are merely superficial, consisting of luxury cars and fine wines, and occasionally I like to collect artworks from different regions. I am particularly fond of your opinions and live streams. Back on Zhai Xing, I had the fortune to attend a concert by your mother...]

Su Ming’an immediately opened the next one.

[Li Chuanqi: I am an old man, close to decaying and entering the soil.

Inspired by your words, I have gradually found the meaning of life.

I now wish to follow you, to repay the enlightenment you’ve given.

Please leave your contact information and your number, so that this old man may express his gratitude...]

...

[War Cabinet·Black Dragon: Number One Player, we sincerely invite you to join our War Cabinet. This place is full of bold and daring Adventurer Players, covering all Occupations—combat, reconnaissance, logistics... We can meet any needs your team might have for grouping!]

[Phoenix Life Gang: Ming An’an, Brother Ming’an, come to our Phoenix Life Gang... We have lots and lots of various types of girls here, and we all care about you so much...]

[Mad Dragon Dominator Gang: United Group is nothing! If you’re a brother, then join the Mad Dragon Dominator Gang, fight against the United Group, and kick the Ancient Martial Families!]

...

What was interesting was that as Su Ming’an scrolled down, he saw an invitation from the United Group... and some invitations that were obviously a lot more formal.

[United Group Headquarters: Greetings, Number One Player, we cordially invite you to (coordinates) for a talk, to discuss matters of great importance regarding world transformation. Persons from our group will be stationed at (coordinates) 24 hours a day, waiting for your arrival. Should you need it, the United Group’s Mental Health Committee, United Group Skill Atlas Compilation Committee, General Guarantee Department, General Technology Department, and General Liaison Department will always be ready to meet your requirements.]

[Alliance Watch Group: Number One Player, we cordially invite you to (coordinates) for a talk. The player Adolf, who has always been ranked high, has been looking forward to exchanging thoughts with you about the issues related to the overall progress bar for all of humanity’s Points. We need your advice.]

[World Tree Guild: Number One Player, regarding secret information tied to special identities, we will provide it free of charge. If you are interested, please come to (coordinates). We will always be here waiting for your arrival.]

...

Compared to the earlier ones, these invitations were much simpler and more straightforward, just putting out the coordinates and information boldly, leaving the choice entirely up to him. They don’t hold excessive expectations, nor do they engage in moral coercion, which is quite comfortable to look at.

These people seem to know very well what he likes and dislikes, almost better than he knows himself.

He had heard that these organizations had established things like the "Lighthouse Research Group" and "Su Ming’an Profile Writing Group." Although the names sounded ridiculous, they were all filled with genuine experts and scholars. He guessed they had researched him more thoroughly than pandas.

Those psychologists and profiling masters were not to be trifled with. If he actually went, given his current mental state... They could brainwash him in minutes to become someone like Mizushima Haru.

He didn’t think he had the life experience to match those crafty old fellows.

When faced with someone like him, whose power was overwhelmingly dominant and uncontrollable, the first reaction of large organizations was definitely to control, not to leave him be.

The content of the emails was just lip service.

Closing that message, Su Ming’an opened three in a row.

[Number One Player Super Talk Greeting Department: Ohayou Number One Player! Stay energetic today too! (Greeting mission 1/1)]

[Number One Player Super Talk Management Department: Number One Player, here is the super talk update report for December 1st, 2021. Today the Number One Player super talk has updated with 29,807,982 posts, with practical strategy posts counting 19,820, fan works and images posts totalling 12,980,899, expression of affection check-in posts coming up to 980,972, and other comparative and discussion posts not being counted...]

[Number One Player Super Talk Thread Owner: Forum posts that may be meaningful to you on December 1st, 2021, are organized as follows: (Number One Player Suitable Equipment and Skill Pairing Post) (Hot), (Number One Player Attribute Point Allocation Method) (Hot), (Number One Player Instance Route Total Summary Post) (Hot) (Pinned)...]

Truly essential items, indeed.

Su Ming’an fell silent for a moment before opening the next one.

[Dragon’s Descendant: Su Ming’an! We, the people of Dragon Country, share the same text and origins, why should we face each other with swords drawn! Better we drink and converse joyfully, and discuss together, seeking a ray of light for this world!]

The next message.

[The King of the Two-Dimensional: Hey, hey! Number One Player, Mina-san, you must create a wonderful seigai ah——let’s unite!]

The next message.

[Resident Singer: Number One Player, I sang a song written for you today, and I hope you will give it an evaluation after listening, thank you very much! (Attachment: LighthouseLight.mp3)]

The next message.

[Beta: In endless agony and despair... you received a notice from three men in black, stating that this place has been requisitioned by Su Ming’an, all for the ultimate Lighthouse plan, and your Adventure Guild has been sanctioned. You slowly understand that if you don’t cooperate with them, the consequences will be very serious, so you pull in your friend who’s a journalist and embark on a journey to discover the secrets...]

Su Ming’an read it three times and still didn’t understand what this email was trying to express.

Though it’s said that humanity is always rich and colorful.

...But isn’t this color a little too bizarre?

The next message...

He was opening these letters like someone unboxing mystery packages, encountering all kinds of strange and peculiar emails.

He didn’t believe that today he wouldn’t find a single useful email—

[Holy Temple of the Cross: Lighthouse Sect Hierarch. We cordially invite you to collaborate with the Holy Temple of the Cross and take up the position of the Red-Clad Sect Hierarch. Our Cross Doctrine is highly compatible with your teachings, and with tens of thousands of followers under your name, you can further spread your brilliance to the believers by leveraging their faith...]

Su Ming’an: "..."

Maybe these people never expected that he would actually read the emails.

The content they sent was oddly varied, and many emails even contained people’s rambling thoughts, as if sending him an email became akin to writing a diary.

[Ad Space for Rent: Today is the fifty-sixth day since I’ve liked her... Number One Player, you will bless us, right...]

[Academic Overachiever of Mozhiqiao University: In this world, schemes and tricks are but trifles, I disdain joining those Guilds, I want to be my own hero...]

[Adolf loves little Pudding: Today is the forty-fifth day since I’ve liked Su Ming’an! Number One Player, I love you—I love you—I love you...]

Su Ming’an fell silent.

His understanding of humanity had deepened.

He was about to close the interface and stop looking at these ridiculous emails when his finger accidentally brushed against something and opened another one.

[It’s a Swallow: Su Ming’an, let’s go to the netherworld together...

I will definitely find your location in the Main God Space...

I went to the tea house where you and Lv Shu had met, but didn’t find you.

I went to the area where your guild is based, but didn’t find you.

I went to the amusement park where you and Noel took selfies together, but didn’t find you.

Carrying enough explosives to blow up an entire shopfront, I must find you...

My whole life I’ve lived like a clown, like a wretched insect, and probably no one will know when I die. But if I can die with you now, I’m sure I will be remembered by the whole world...

Ha, haha, hahahaha...

"Idiotic."

Su Ming’an was utterly speechless at such behavior.

His finger, which had been poised to click the close button, paused for a moment.

He drew the next card.

This seemed to be a diary-like email, and it was quite long.

[Jingjing’s father: Yesterday, while patrolling, I saw an adventurer player lying motionless on the plaza. I carried him back. I checked the forums; he started from scratch after dying in the game. The pressure was too much for him, both physically and mentally; it crushed him...

When he woke, he begged me to hold him, comfort him, like a child, but I, a grown man, don’t know how to comfort people... So he begged me to take turns writing letters with him to the top-ranked players...

He said he really wanted to earn Points to save his mother from a terminal illness the day he returned to Zhai Xing, but he was too timid and afraid of pressure. If a top-ranked player could carry him and bestow upon him some Points...

I don’t know how to write letters or how to beg the top-ranked players; I can only write down the facts and send them out in a mass delivery, to see if any top-ranked players will see it...]

Su Ming’an stared at this email in silence for a moment before drawing the next card.

It was another long letter, sent exactly just now.

[Adolf: Ming An’an... I really like your theories and I really enjoy your livestreams... but I really can’t hold on anymore, I’m so tired... Every day lying in bed, my vision spins, almost suffocating me like I’ve been filled with liquid nitrogen...

After I finish this email, I might leave this world. I know that dying in the Main God World is true death, but in such a world of despair, I truly struggle to survive...

I’ve cried, repented, screamed in silence, but it’s all useless... Like a trapped beast fighting, I can hardly breathe in this world, I see no good...

Even though, even though no one will remember me, no one will think of me... I’ve lived a life full of depression and without meaning. But that’s okay, I just, just wish someone would see me, remember me... although I know it’s a slim hope...

If, if you could see this, could you reply, just a little, just once is fine, I want to know if someone still remembers me...]

Su Ming’an closed his eyes.

The crisp ticking of the clock by his ear and the sound of the white cat struggling to roll over by his bed.

It seemed to be trying hard to turn over, its body twisting left and right, and the bed frame creaked as if it couldn’t bear the weight.

When he opened his eyes again, he sighed.

He pulled up the reply interface, his fingers dancing on the transparent keyboard.

[Su Ming’an: Don’t die.]

After clicking send, he saw a string of tags next to his name: the Third Rank digital tag, the golden Number One tag, the bright white Number One Player tag, and five stars representing Perfect Passes. Gold and silver things gathered together, twinkling, the tags were quite fancy.

After sending that message, he closed his email, no longer looking at those tidal waves of letters.

He was, after all, just one individual. He knew he couldn’t possibly respond personally to every bit of hope others pinned on him, nor would he.

At most, within his abilities, he’d pull someone up.

But more often, he couldn’t, and he wouldn’t. Concentrating all resources on himself, shouldering all the missions, that was what he needed to do now.

6.23%.

6.23%, huh.

A weight quite beyond his expectation, he alone accounted for over a quarter of all the Points.

This weighting ratio was only visible to the player himself, but obviously, based on other players’ data, people could roughly estimate his amount. Thus, he could foresee that people’s attitudes towards him would inevitably undergo a polarization...

...

"Ding-dong!"

[You’ve received a reply email.]

The cold system voice interrupted Su Ming’an’s thoughts.

He got up from the bed, stretched, and casually opened the email.

[Adolf: You... You replied to me.]

[Adolf: You saw me! Saw me! I’ve been noticed!!]

[Adolf: Did you... remember me?]

Su Ming’an closed the interface.

His reply had been to the point; since the other party received a response, they probably wouldn’t attempt suicide anymore.

In such a world, such actions would only cause panic, meaningless.

"Ding-dong!"

But who knew, as he stopped replying, the other side kept sending emails, the "ding-dong" alerting non-stop.

Since it was reply mode, he had an audio reminder on his end.

Su Ming’an was getting irritated; he was already preparing to block the other party.

Upon opening it, he saw a large number of replies from the other party.

[Adolf: Ah, haha, it’s great, I’m actually remembered...]

[Adolf: Then, can I talk to you a bit more? Just a little bit.]

[Adolf: I just want to talk to you, I’m really, really in pain...]

[Adolf: ...]

[Adolf: ...]

[Adolf: But why aren’t you replying to me?]

[Adolf: You’re the one who told me "don’t die," why, why don’t you respond to me at this time?]

[Adolf: Reply mode has an alert sound, you can’t possibly have missed it.]

[Adolf: Just talking, you’re on a break period, aren’t you? With such a long rest period, you should have plenty of time. Why won’t you chat with me...]

[Adolf: ...]

[Adolf: You... you still want me to die, right?]

[Adolf: I just want to talk, is even that not allowed?]

Looking at this message, Su Ming’an frowned.

The next moment, another "ding-dong," and another reply exploded out from the other side.

[Adolf: Why, why reply and then ignore, I was already prepared to die!!]

[Adolf: If you don’t want me to die, then be responsible to the end!!]

...

Su Ming’an looked over this long string of messages.

"Tsk."

He promptly added the other party to his blacklist:

"... Madmen really are on the rise."