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Chapter 39 - 38 - ’Still Alive?

Chapter 39: Chapter 38 - ’Still Alive?

Yu Ruohuo was an ordinary office worker, living a mundane urban life at her desk.

Logically speaking, such a woman was unlikely to have any combat power.

However, because she had a special police boyfriend who had passed away, she stepped out of her sheltered world and gradually became stronger.

On the first day of the World Game, when she woke up in a prison, she resolved to leave her unreliable team and investigate clues on her own.

During that time, many things happened. She almost died under a trap, but a young man from the team followed her and lent her his flashlight, helping her out of the crisis. He looked like a student, but his composure was impressive. She suggested they stick together, but he unexpectedly refused.

...Yu Ruohuo, who was usually successful in social interactions, tasted the bitter feeling of being utterly ignored.

She wanted to repay the favor, so she started a video call with the young man, but her heart fluttered for a moment when she saw a gang behind him on a park bench.

In the end, the video call was abruptly cut off. She went to the park to look for the young man, but never saw him again.

...Perhaps he had already died at the hands of the gang. Yu Ruohuo thought sadly.

She knew some martial arts, could handle a gun, and had been exploring clues alone. On the day the apocalypse erupted, she slipped into the hospital alone, searched through underground archives for clues, but was unexpectedly attacked by another player. She wounded the attacker and escaped to a room with a rolling door, where she hid for several days—outside, the doors were blockaded by countless zombies, and she could not get out.

With nothing else to do, she could only chat with her live stream viewers. Her streaming was not very popular, for she was just an ordinary office worker, and it was only her occasional display of force and bravery that kept some viewers interested. However, everything began to change during one chat as she mentioned a name:

Su Ming’an.

The student who once walked with her, then separated, and whom she later thought had died at the hands of the gang.

As she recounted this story, the chat went wild. They told her that this man was still alive, a ruthless leader who even dared to amputate his own arm and had made it onto a preliminary list on the World Forum.

Originally, she didn’t have much to talk about with her viewers, listening more to what they had to say about the forum. But after learning that the young man was not so simple, she started paying attention to the messages about him in the chat.

...Su Ming’an had a powerful skill called "Cloning" that could force open many doors without keys.

...Su Ming’an had a girl with him who was skilled in swordsmanship. No zombie had a chance to retaliate against her.

...Su Ming’an had collected many clues. He had found an antidote and was morally hijacked by a group, but he was truly ruthless and cold-hearted.

...Su Ming’an was raving about something called "Lighthouse," declaring his intent to become the Number One Player forever. This video spread widely, and everyone laughed at him for being insane.

...

Yu Ruohuo’s physical strength was continuously decreasing. She had eaten her last stored food, and the scratching zombies outside continued, leaving her to hope desperately they would leave... or be slowly starved and dehydrated to death in this dark, sunless room.

Interacting with live viewers had become her only daily activity. Hearing that Su Ming’an had entered the most dangerous Central Hospital and was confronting the world’s strongest team, led by the much-discussed Eni, her somewhat dry heart trembled a bit.

...This was too unfortunate; he was bound to lose.

Then, she watched the text broadcast by the viewers, watching the described battle approach its final outcome.

...Eni was about to win.

...Eni was just one step away.

...Su Ming’an’s clone had cornered Eni, and he nearly died.

...The battle was at a standstill, it was unbelievable, Su Ming’an actually managed to push the legendary Eni to this point.

...Boss Rabbit joined the battlefield.

...Su Ming’an is the Number One Player.

...Yuanyuan died.

...Su Ming’an won.

...

From the busy stream of chat, she roughly pieced together the process. Then, a profound sense of absurdity rose within her.

That person was actually the legendary Number One Player.

And indeed... he was truly that powerful.

In front of the entire world, when Su Ming’an defeated Eni and was crowned the Number One Player, an unparalleled trend swept across the world forums. At that time, the forums were filled only with commentary and broadcast about that battle, with no one favoring Su Ming’an before or even during the match... until the very end.

All the players who had interacted with Su Ming’an basked in his reflected glory as countless viewers swarmed their streams, asking for information about Su Ming’an’s past.

Yu Ruohuo was no exception.

She leaned against the roller door that could no longer be opened, watching as a barrage of questions floated by in the chat.

...She couldn’t remember which day it was since the apocalypse had erupted.

All she felt was her body gradually weakening, gradually becoming unable to move.

However, at that moment, the chat began to eerily fluctuate, displaying many censored words. Since the chat must not reveal any information about other players’ whereabouts or mission clues, many sentences were hidden so the streamer couldn’t see them.

She watched, somewhat bewildered, as the chat suddenly grew more active, and then she heard steady footsteps coming from outside.

The zombie that had been relentlessly scratching at the door suddenly left, the grating scratching noise gradually fading away, replaced only by the sounds of weapons clashing with zombie bones, and the dull thuds of zombie bodies falling.

She realized there were players here, and very strong ones at that. She knocked on the door, attempting to call for help, but it seemed the person outside hadn’t heard her for a moment.

A short while later, another very similar set of footsteps approached.

She saw the chat going crazy, whirling upwards, all censored sentences, revealing no information. She hadn’t seen the audience this excited before, all the sentences bouncing upward, an occasional few sentences leaking out with exceedingly excited tones.

[——He’s here, he’s here!]

[I can’t believe it! It’s really him!]

[Streamer, quickly call for help ahhhh! This is your best chance!!!!]

She felt a rush of hope surge suddenly, almost pressing herself against the door and speaking out, though her weak voice couldn’t raise loud, she still struggled to cry for help, hoping the person outside would save her:

"Is there... anyone out there?" she called, her voice trembling with eager excitement.

"——Still alive?"

She heard a deep male voice.

The chat refreshed so quickly that it became unreadable, the audience’s excitement unmatched, what exactly were they so happy about?

Yu Ruohuo thought the voice sounded familiar, yet she couldn’t place it; she continued to convey her voice through the door:

"Are... are... you have killed the zombies outside, haven’t you? I’ve been trapped here for a long time, thank you. Can I open the door now?"

"Go ahead."

The voice on the other side was incredibly steady, as if the battle just now hadn’t exhausted him in the slightest.

A burst of joy exploded in Yu Ruohuo’s heart like fireworks; she summoned her remaining strength to pull the roller door, letting it gradually rise. As the roller door slowly lifted, she saw a pair of black shoes standing in a pool of blood, and above them, a white long-sleeve shirt, untouched by a single drop of blood. She saw a black object, backpack-like, on his back—its thin, elongate shape resembling a sword.

The roller door slowly pulled open, she gasped slightly for air, her gaze moving upwards, looking at the person standing in front of her.

A young man with an extremely indifferent gaze, holding a stack of files, those familiar dark eyes of his peering past her body towards the interior of the room.

"Su..." Yu Ruohuo’s tongue faltered—she finally understood why the chat was so excited.

The Number One Player, who had garnered the attention of the entire world, was now standing in front of her, stepping inside.

He walked in as if he had never known her, casually tossing a bottle of water and a bag of bread to her.

In the presence of someone adorned with glory, under the eyes of multitudes, one inevitably feels nervous and looks up. Yu Ruohuo felt this way now, especially since there were hundreds of millions of viewers watching him.

Su Ming’an looked around the room, there were no zombies that had turned from the director and his wife, and Duoduo’s body, overgrown with fungus, was nowhere to be seen.

"There’s nothing on that side, I’ve been here for a few days..." Yu Ruohuo, drinking water, noticed his searching expression and mentioned as a reminder.

Yet, just at that moment, as if something had been triggered, the surroundings suddenly became eerily cold and dark.

Countless bloody palm seals appeared on the walls, and then, a little girl in a bloody dress, rose her head from a deep shadow.

"Big Brother." Duoduo smiled looking at Su Ming’an: "You look very different today."