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Chapter 44: Chapter 43: "You Will Be Saved in the End

Yang Changxu wiped the blood from the back of his head, grimacing in pain. Nonetheless, his gaze sharpened for a moment, and then he stated with firm conviction, "...They are just desperate, but at their core, they are still citizens who deserve protection—I’m a soldier. As long as they accept protection, it’s my duty to protect them."

His voice was decisive, truly coming from the heart.

He heard the other person laugh softly.

Then, a bottle filled with purple liquid was tossed over to him.

"Go save those you wish to save," Su Ming’an said. "I’ll hold down the fort here, you go ahead."

He slightly stepped aside, and sunlight spilled in past him, casting a blanket of glittering light and shadow on the floor.

Yang Changxu stood straight up with a "snap" and saluted him, then hurriedly clutched the bottle and ran toward the isolation chamber.

The substantial cure in his hands would become a dazzling hope for those enclosed there.

As he made his way to the isolation chamber, he suddenly noticed that the terrifying zombie screams that had been persistent outside the sanctuary had vanished.

In their place lay layers of zombie corpses, stretching from one side of the road almost to the sanctuary.

The dark blood had drenched the ground, practically paving the road into a crimson path to heaven.

The crisis had been cleared; all around was silence.

The area surrounding the sanctuary was now, surprisingly, the safest place.

Had Su Ming’an done this?

...Yang Changxu finally understood the weight behind the name "Number One Player."

He looked back at the boy leaning against the door, his body untouched by a single drop of blood, then tightened his grip on the bottle in his hand and, without looking back, dashed into the isolation chamber.

...

"Number One Player, you’re the Number One Player, aren’t you!" someone cried out excitedly to Su Ming’an standing at the door, "I’ve heard of your exploits... Yang Changxu and the others aren’t capable enough, but you definitely can, can’t you? You can enter those supermarkets and keep us alive, can’t you!"

"Yes, you could easily get everything in City X. If you would agree to become the protector of this sanctuary..." someone said, chiming in.

"The zombies at the entrance have been cleared," Su Ming’an said, tilting his head to look at them. "As long as one has the courage to pick up a weapon, there’s no need to depend on the sanctuary to survive—you all want so eagerly to live, and a moment ago, you wanted to leave this place. Surely, you don’t need to stay in the sanctuary then."

"No, no, no!" A middle-aged woman waved her hands frantically: "That’s not the same at all. Young man, I’ve heard about you, that you’re incredible, more so than anyone else. But we truly have no strength at all, just a little bit of help from you, and we can make it through."

"Yes, yes, the outside is still very dangerous."

"If we hadn’t been driven to utter desperation, who would want to leave?" Several people quickly added, "We’re all from Dragon Country, we should support each other in the Apocalypse, shouldn’t we?"

Strangely, just a moment ago, the same people who had been fighting tooth and nail for a bottle of the cure were now seemingly unified in their fervent hope that Su Ming’an would continue to protect them.

"And, young man, that purple cure of yours, do you have any more?" The woman continued to plead, "My man is really at his end; he is my lifeblood, please, I beg you, give him a dose."

"Yes, and my A’Xiong..."

"There’s also Brother Bolong..."

"And on my part as well..."

"I see," Su Ming’an nodded. "You’re asking me."

"Uh... yes! I’m begging you as an auntie, young man, please, I beg you, even if it means risking my old life, just a little bit of that cure..."

"Clang—!"

A dagger was suddenly thrown in front of her. Abruptly startled by its gleaming silver surface, she took a step back without understanding what it was for.

"Since everyone wants the cure—then show me your resolve," Su Ming’an began to laugh, leaning against the door. The axe stained with black blood rested on the other side, completely sealing off any potential gaps. He looked at the people inside, a smile on his face, his eyes momentarily shining brightly:

"Whoever is willing to stab the dagger through their palm—I will give them the lifesaving cure. I’m not even asking you to sever an arm; since you’re staking your lives, it must not be difficult to just stab through your palm, right?"

All their eyes went from hopeful to terrified in an instant.

"Have you gone mad?" The woman looked at him as if he were a criminal: "You just need to give us the cure! Why would you do this?"

"I think this is a very generous offer," Su Ming’an looked at her: "Didn’t you say the one poisoned by the zombie is your lifeblood? That would be the most cherished loved one— I just want to see your resolve. You don’t need any severe sacrifice; simply by stabbing your own palm, you could save a person... Such a condition makes me envious to the point of tears."

As he spoke, his eyes indeed started to shimmer with moisture.

"Think about it, if you can’t even do this, how can anyone continue to protect you as you cling to life afterward? The spots for the cure are precious; I can’t divide it equally among everyone. Think of it as a test... and then prove to me that you deserve to live in this game... otherwise," Su Ming’an’s hand rested on the axe handle, his gaze cooling as he looked at them, "... you might as well die here and become mere spectators of Pursue Light. Isn’t that so?"

The woman looked into his eyes, horror flickering in her gaze as she realized just how abnormal he was. Her footsteps drifted back, inch by inch, moving farther away from the dagger.

The sunlight outside gradually filled the room, climbing on the dagger’s surface to cast a compelling and vibrant halo.

...

After Yang Changxu had distributed the cure to a few of the most important people, he hesitated for a moment while looking at the other rooms, then, holding onto the bottle that was still half full, stepped out of the sanctuary.

The recently revived Old Qin was gasping for breath, leaning on Yang Changxu, his eyes filled with a mix of post-disaster fear and joy:

"Is this the antidote given to us by the Number One Player?" Old Qin exclaimed in admiration, "He really is a great person... Such a precious thing, yet he asks for nothing in return. Truly a good comrade, I must make sure to thank him properly. It’s because of such strong and compassionate beings who possess both strength and kindness that our future holds hope..."

"Yes, he is indeed a good person," Yang Changxu nodded, although the initial scenario had been awkward, Su Ming’an’s action of directly tossing the antidote to him represented the most dedicated spirit in his view.

Supporting the eager-to-express-gratitude Old Qin, he walked step by step back toward the original room.

"I heard he is still a college student. It’s really rare for someone so young to have such awareness..." Old Qin stopped speaking halfway through his sentence.

The two stood in front of the Sanctuary’s room, looking at the scene before them.

Blood had flowed everywhere.

Two corpses lay on the ground, their heads blown open, colors splattered all around.

"I did it, I did it! Please, I beg you, give me the antidote quickly..."

A man, emaciated from hunger, held a dagger through the palm of his hand. In pain, with snot and tears streaming down his face, he still dragged his almost powerless body, collapsing at the young man’s feet, blood dripping like raindrops.

"Yang Changxu, you’re back," Su Ming’an said, turning his head as if he hadn’t seen the scene before him.

To his side, an axe he had been holding dripped with blood.

"What... what have you done?" Old Qin, a researcher who had never seen anything like this from the start, chattered his teeth uncontrollably.

"Someone suddenly tried to attack me for the antidote, so I made an example out of them," Su Ming’an said, "Self-defense."

"And... that one?" Old Qin still couldn’t believe what he was seeing in the man who looked deranged, with a dagger pierced through his palm.

"Acquiring the antidote... the necessary proof," Su Ming’an’s gaze grew heavy and then, looking at the man who was crying messily:

"Very good, you are a Player suited for this game... you deserve to get what you want," he said, signaling to Yang Changxu, "Which one is this man’s relative? Give the antidote to his relative."

"Is this the condition you proposed?" Yang Changxu looked at him, "Pierce through the palm to get the antidote? Why are you doing this?"

"There should be such a selection," Su Ming’an said, "In the original world, because of the limited spots, endless tests must be conducted... ensuring the precious opportunities fall only into a few hands... This person did it, so he qualifies to get what he wants. What am I doing wrong here?"

"But there’s no need to go this far!"

"If they can’t even do this much, even if they are protected and survive, they will soon face a deeper and scarier despair," Su Ming’an looked at him steadily, "And, if you don’t do this, how do you propose to distribute the antidote? By equal division? I just wanted to see their determination — don’t you think always dividing things equally is correct? Have you forgotten the mistake just now?"

All of a sudden, Yang Changxu was taken aback.

He noticed that the normally detached young man had a look of unprecedented longing as he glanced over.

"Yang Changxu, there must be Grading everywhere. This game is no exception," Su Ming’an declared, staring at him, "For example. People unsuited for the game, spectators, Adventurer Players, and... the Lighthouse."

Yang Changxu looked at him, his brows furrowed.

"You should know that humans are group animals," Su Ming’an continued gazing at him, "Once panic sets in, it spreads rapidly within the group like an infection. At such times, individual Wisdom and independence are significantly weakened, and people are more likely to be swept along with the crowd..."

"The group’s Despair only leads to greater Despair," he said, his tone extremely grave:

"If you want to lead such a desperate crowd in one direction, you need to establish an absolutely trustworthy goal for them. If they are ships lost at sea, then you must—become the Lighthouse for all ships before they land. Since we do not have the ability in this world to keep everyone free from panic, then make an example of them, and thoroughly eliminate anything that causes chaos..."

"...You are too cruel," Yang Changxu suddenly interrupted him, speaking angrily, "Perhaps you think this is right, but we are peace-loving people from Zhai Xing, and we should not let this game warp our values. I remember when you were with that girl named Yuanyuan, you weren’t like this... What changed you into this?"

Then, he saw the other person give him a slight smile.

Su Ming’an adjusted his slightly slack Sword Bag on his back.

He felt a weight on his back and even his steps seemed heavy.

"Yang Changxu, do not try to feign intimacy with such questions as though you understand me well," he spoke indifferently, "I’ve always been this way, it’s just that I can show the most suitable side of myself in the right situation."

He waved his hand:

"... I’ve already cleared the zombies around, do whatever you want to do. If you can’t turn yourself into a suitable ’Adventurer Player’ at this level, then just become a spectator, staying at your own level is enough."

Beneath the Grading, suitable people should do suitable things.

He had death rewind, he was the Number One Player, so he should do the most difficult things, the things that have the highest chance of success for him. If these people didn’t even dare make an example of the weak, only thinking of the order before the game started, then it would not be enough no matter how hard he tried to save them one by one.

Not understanding him, that’s okay.

They will be saved in the end.

"You... you, young man! Speak clearly, can’t we discuss any matter together?" Old Qin tried to call him back.

But Su Ming’an did not stop his steps; he simply left the place.

Carrying the Sword Bag on his back, sunlight cast a heavy Shadow.

...

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