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Chapter 477 - 474: "This is not fair.

Chapter 477: Chapter 474: "This is not fair.

Su Ming’an was still worried about what to do if this group of players ran around everywhere, but to his surprise, they gathered together, practically offering him an opportunity on a silver platter.

...What a group of amiable players indeed.

At this moment, even Wang Chaoze’s arrogant face seemed somewhat charming.

"Su Ming’an," Wang Chaoze raised an eyebrow, "you didn’t chase after us right away, but instead went to various places to turn over the plot... That’s why you’re failing, you underestimate us too much!"

Su Ming’an was surprised. He hadn’t expected that among the top-ranked players, there could be someone who drew so much hatred, almost like a quintessential mindless villain straight out of a novel.

Maybe it was because the other party had been suppressed for too long.

If a player spent a long time on the farm, their thoughts could become muddled. He heard that Wang Chaoze’s humiliating scene dancing with pigs had spread across all major forums, where it was relished with glee, and even made it onto the hot searches of world forums.

The tag #Wang Chaoze, Dancing Pig Man# had been created, which was simply pure malice, and he guessed that even if Wang Chaoze won a round here, he’d never be able to shake off the pig moniker afterward.

Take Eni, for instance, whose codename was related to "Fire Controller," "Fire Mystery;" Mizushima Kawa Sora was "Judicator," "Miss Black Cat," "Number Fifth Player" and the like. But when it came to Wang Chaoze, people immediately thought of "Dancing Pig Man"... Could this not drive him mad?

"By the way, Su Ming’an, Adolf asked me to pass on a message to you," Cyrus spoke from the side.

Perhaps thinking the outcome was sealed, he stopped with the provocative talk. He felt that the Number One Player only made a mistake, which gave them the chance to win.

"Hmm?" Su Ming’an still remembered the name Adolf, one of the top-ranked players in the early days of the world game.

"He said he is very sorry, that at the United Group he didn’t reach out to help you," Cyrus said.

"Oh." Listening to Cyrus’ words, Su Ming’an didn’t react much.

The incident Cyrus was talking about had happened a long time ago. It should be... the incident where Edron, Edward, and others confined him in the Second World, which made Adolf, as an observer, feel regretful. However, whether this person truly felt remorse, or was compelled to bow because of Su Ming’an’s current status, it had nothing to do with the current situation.

That was... just too far away.

"All right, all right, are you done talking? Let’s finish this quickly," Leslie said, thinking of the gruesome scene when Margaret’s curse took effect, and she wanted to get back to a sealed building as soon as possible.

Cyrus nodded at Su Ming’an and took out a submachine gun, "Sorry."

They were going to make a move.

For this kind of group beating when someone is vulnerable, they were well adapted, with some even having their sights on the unconscious Xiber, wanting to see if she was really the legendary first Guide.

"It’s okay," Su Ming’an said with a smile, "I’m the one who should be saying sorry."

He extended his hand.

"—Go!"

Seeing this, Wang Chaoze immediately drew his sword and charged.

A burst of sharp sword aura spread out, lifting a flurry of leaves, as if a giant black sword was emerging from the earth through the fields.

By his side, the Guide ’Swordmaster’ Zhao Zhuoqi synchronously drew his sword, and a series of cold sword lights like silver dragons swept across. They looked quite impressive.

Leslie and Cyrus also made their moves at the same time, knowing that although the fivefold bonus from Jiu Shen the Ghost was wiped away, Su Ming’an was still stronger than them. They dared to come over for the group fight only because of the numerical advantage of six people and the fact that each of their Guides was not weak.

They all made sure not to harm Xiber lying on the ground. After all, they suspected this person could be related to the first Guide; they just did not know why she was unconscious. If Su Ming’an died, they might still have the chance to sign a contract with her.

Facing the six charging players, Su Ming’an clearly, through the light of the Soul Stone, saw the desire in the bottom of their eyes.

These were people standing at the pinnacle of the world. But in front of him, they were like a pack of wild beasts chasing desires, chasing his shadow.

...This had almost become a fixation of sorts.

Su Ming’an raised his hand.

Faint white Cross Light swirled around his fingertips, and as he made his move, he could hear the soft sound of the wind.

"Whooo..."

His fingers contracted slightly; the preliminary action was complete, and suddenly the wind rose.

This time, he injected two-thirds of his Mana Points.

The others, upon seeing this, scattered in all directions, each showing their divine powers.

They were all very familiar with Su Ming’an’s Skill, so familiar that they could calculate his maximum attack range even with their eyes closed. With a series of Teleport Skills and Props flashes, they incredibly and tacitly avoided the central point of the vibration, jumping to "safe" spots.

If this were normal circumstances, such movement from the top-ranked players could be described as "perfect," akin to a team of players unitedly attacking the boss of a game instance. If they were fighting the normal Su Ming’an, they might indeed be able to dodge this move.

...However, Su Ming’an’s current state was far from normal.

It could even be described as "preposterous."

"Crack."

A faint sound of bursting came at that moment.

At the instant the sound arose, in the direction Su Ming’an’s palm pointed, whether it was the cabins, fields, corn, leaves, or stones... all plunged into an instant, eerie stasis.

Wang Chaoze, rushing forward with sword light, Leslie, who activated a light flash jump Skill, Cyrus, who forcibly Teleported using the strange recoil of his gun, along with their three Guides gliding over... all were enveloped in this silent spell.

Their faces, whether greedy, joyful, solemn, or indifferent, froze simultaneously, as if pulled into a tranquil oil painting.

Then, everything moved from stillness to action.

As if a giant spoon stretched from the sky, stirring the porridge cooked from this field. Everything around distorted, wavered, burst, and steamed in an instant.

Before Su Ming’an’s eyes, that calm scene smudged like a watercolor painting, dissolving like ink spreading in water.

The charging mercenaries, the walking swordsman, the woman gathering light waves in her hands, and the Guides around them emanating different glows...

Their faces and bodies, in Su Ming’an’s view, crumbled and shattered, as if flattened by a massive stone dropping down—

"Boom—!"

A thunderous explosion.

The fragmented scenes, like a shattered mirror, impressively manifested before his eyes.

Before their eyes, blood burst forth, flesh became indistinguishable, and people’s bones made a grating sound that set one’s teeth on edge. Both the sturdy armor and weapons were completely crushed by this blow, bursting open like ground beans with pattering snaps.

Bright red blood exploded on the ground, mingling with the ghastly white bones, sinking into the dark mud, like a slaughter tragedy that was unfolding.

After the loud noise, there was silence.

In the area before Su Ming’an, a large chunk had caved in out of nowhere, with the color of blood mixing with that of the earth, making it impossible to discern which part was the remains of a person.

The barrage of comments in the live broadcast room exploded in that moment.

Even having watched the livestream for so long, people had never seen such an outrageous skill effect, not even the demolitionist Yulia, a top player with high explosive bombs, had a range and destructive power so terrifying.

This was simply... akin to the impact of a missile.

[I, wow...] They kept exclaiming in amazement, and the barrage was filled with exclamation marks.

[What level of destruction is this?]

[Damn it, who said players can’t contend with conventional weapons? I feel like this blow could rival a missile already, just lacking a bit in range.]

[The game has only started for a bit more than three months, and it can already display such destructive power. What would happen when the game ends? How powerful will these top players become... Human nukes? Machines that flatten lands? I’m afraid even a nuclear strike wouldn’t be able to sanction this.]

[I’m starting to worry about the game’s post-game future. The so-called ’one-man army’ seems possible.]]

[That’s still a long way off, shouldn’t we be happy about the Number One Player’s strength? It proves that as long as he continues to live, he will eventually become this strong.]

[Laughing to death. Wait till you’re enslaved like a dog by those top players a year later, then you’ll have a sense of crisis. Don’t understand the nature of survival of the fittest? Once an individual’s power exceeds that of the collective, it’s absolutely a disaster. People are emotional, collectives are rational, the world should never be judged by an individual.]

[No, what are you saying, it’s only been three months and we don’t know what destiny lies ahead. You’re already worried about the post-war situation... Think about the threat of the high-dimensional beings first.]

[Classic, the classic human internal strife. Anyway, I think this is quite good, I’m willing to be treated like a dog by the Number One Player (dog head.jpg)]

[Hurry up and enslave me! I just love being enslaved hhhhhh (sudden onset of illness)]

[...]

After seeing the destructive power of Su Ming’an, some people were already feeling the crisis.

Among them, United Group was particularly concerned. At this moment, they were sitting in the conference room watching the live broadcast, already frowning and bowing their heads, writing something on the notebooks in front of them.

"...This level of destruction is too exaggerated," was the lament of United Group’s intelligence department head, Ma Ma Qiaoli, who adjusted her glasses with a somewhat wistful look in her eyes.

The world was changing too quickly, and they were struggling to keep up.

"Perhaps we should include the game’s post-play scenario in our current considerations," pondered Andrew, the deputy leader of the United Group.

"Agreed, we need a set of rules and a moral call to action to guide or control the powerful players, otherwise a disaster is bound to occur," suggested Aishikel, the chief of staff.

"...Is it really not necessary to ally with the Number One Player? He could help us construct this structure very well," proposed Kailuosa, the representative of the Blue Earth Hospital volunteers, who was a peace-loving idealist.

"...It’s a double-edged sword. If he ultimately refuses to be controlled, it will be a cataclysmic blow to the authority we have worked so hard to build. People still need our organization and help."

"..."

"We should still consider Atlanda and Derek. At least, both of them are controllable top Players whose relationships fit the profile."

"The chasm between us and the Adventurer Players is only growing wider..."

"But we can’t just abandon the United Group to go down and partake in the game ourselves. The right people should do the right things. The philosophy that Su Ming’an once spoke of isn’t wrong, I believe. Maintaining the status quo and strengthening our alliance with the Adventurer Players, treating them as stars and weapons, giving them the honor that will satisfy them, along with freedom that isn’t fully open, is the best plan for everyone to move forward better and faster together..."

"..."

Such discussions were taking place in meeting rooms throughout the Main God World.

Separated by a screen, by an entire world, they provided analysis on the top Players fighting in another world, attempting to find ways to make the world better.

In leisure places like parks, taverns, teahouses, and cinemas, countless Casual Players gathered, holding notebooks, spreadsheets, and databases, trying to offer suggestions for the personal development of the top Players. Even the audience members who knew only to send comments and laugh brainlessly contributed every bit of their live broadcast heat, which ultimately consolidated into the live broadcast settlement Points for the top Players.

Despite this, the importance of these viewers seemed trivial compared to other types of Players.

Everyone seemed to be working tirelessly for a "better" future during this period when the pinnacle world had opened.

But separated by a world from them, Su Ming’an, who was actually on the front lines and had drawn their gazes, withdrew his hand.

He walked towards the shattered corpses of these top Players.

Under the terrifying onslaught of Spatial Vibration, these Players had been reduced to indistinguishable flesh and bone mixed together in a ghastly spectacle, so gruesome that it could have fit into a horror movie without any special effects.

He leaned down and picked up their dropped Equipment.

At this moment, a hand covered in blood and flesh suddenly grabbed his ankle. It belonged to Leslie, whose face had been twisted and shattered by the vibration.

Her lower body had turned into a pool of blood and mud, a horrific sight, yet she was lucky enough not to have died, either possessing a Continuation Skill or simply due to her strong life force.

She clutched Su Ming’an’s ankle and pulled with strength, her eyes filled with tears induced by pain.

Her hand trembled, and with a mouth full of blood, she uttered a fractured voice:

"This... isn’t fair..."

In her dying moments, she finally realized why this situation had arisen—it turned out that the buffing rules of the Sacrifice Field could change with the alteration of the participants’ identities.

It must be because of some special factor on Su Ming’an, which led to the contrast in his strength buff before and after.

She had thought they held the winning ticket this time, with victory seeming within reach, and the Number One Player’s "performance error" seemed to be the stepping stone for their fame.

But she never anticipated that it was all deliberate on his part.

Just as they glimpsed the light at the gates of Paradise, they stepped into Hell with one foot,

The Number One Player... was he truly unbeatable? Why did everyone who stood before him end in defeat?

It just... wasn’t fair.

Her blood-soaked hand slowly let go, powerless, as her eyelids gently closed.