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Chapter 543: Chapter 540: "You’re Really Disgusting.

Just as the purple-haired girl stepped into the frame—there was a click, and the screen went black.

The display ran out of power precisely at the critical moment.

[You need to find a (battery) to continue watching the video.]

...

Su Ming’an pondered for a moment.

From the current footage, it was five years ago when a group of heartless outsiders attempted to start a virus war by harvesting viruses from the people of Qiongdi.

Even the descent of the Canopy Curse five years ago was deliberately triggered by the outsiders with the intent of using an instrument to steal the faith energy released at the time of the Bai Shen’s descent, using that power to overthrow the Black Wall and take the viral weapons back with them.

However, at the end of the footage, it was clear that a person from Qiongdi had broken free from their control, bursting into the meeting room and killing everyone there.

Judging by her purple hair... it looked very much like Little Ai.

Anyway, he should look for the battery first.

Su Ming’an continued walking and saw a thick, steel door.

Green safety lights moved in an arc in front of the door, the excessive brightness stinging his eyes. He tried to force the door open but couldn’t; the door required a key.

[Yuan Shuangshuang: You’ve found the door to the laboratory, I’m right inside!]

[Yuan Shuangshuang: But where could the key to the lab be... I don’t know either.]

[Yuan Shuangshuang: Maybe you could try looking in the storage room?]

...

This Yuan Shuangshuang really resembled an NPC tasked with guiding players in a horror game.

So now, he needed to find both a battery and a key...

Su Ming’an walked out and suddenly heard a sound from the other side of the wall.

He pressed his ear against the wall and faintly heard a crisp female voice and a somewhat aged male voice.

"...Are you really sure that Su Ming’an is the traitor?"

"...I’m certain. He suddenly attacked Noel."

...Were they talking about him?

Su Ming’an’s hand pressed against the wall, and in an instant, he created a small hole.

Peering through the hole, he saw a tall, slender girl sitting on a wooden barrel with legs made of shadows, pitch black with energy. Across from her was middle-aged businessman Joy, leaning on a cane.

Mizushima Kawa Sora had lost the lower part of her legs and found it extremely inconvenient to move around, needing to sit down to rest wherever she went.

But even so, she chose not to withdraw from the game, unlike Isabella and others who saw the tide turning and committed suicide by shooting themselves.

"Su Ming’an had admitted himself at the time that he was the traitor," said Joy.

Mizushima Kawa Sora tapped her fingers on the wooden barrel, producing a thumping sound.

"...Su Ming’an’s attack on Noel doesn’t mean he is the traitor. A traitor wouldn’t admit to being one, as it’s a pointless act that would only draw enemies," she said. "Only humans themselves could engage in such reverse thinking—Su Ming’an is using this method to prove his identity as a Player in reverse."

Joy’s slightly whitened eyebrows relaxed a bit. He sighed and modestly said, "So that’s it. I truly am... a bit out of touch with the thinking of you young people."

Mizushima Kawa Sora’s gaze swept over his relieved expression.

"So, Joy," she suddenly said. "Don’t you suspect... that I might be the traitor?"

"I originally thought that Su Ming’an was the traitor. Considering fairness, if he were the traitor, it’s highly unlikely that anyone else would be," Joy explained. "That’s why I wanted to find you..."

Mizushima Kawa Sora tilted her head slightly, staring at him.

"...No, that’s wrong," she said. "Your consideration is based on ’Su Ming’an being the traitor’... but I’ve just explained to you—’Su Ming’an is not the traitor.’ With the previous reasoning overturned, and my status shifting from ’highly likely not the traitor’ to ’possibly the traitor’—you are still explaining to me calmly, subconsciously denying the possibility of me being the traitor..."

Joy’s expression changed subtly.

"Your words have actually proven that you are not the traitor," he said.

"Cause and effect are reversed, Joy. Remember, I explained about Su Ming’an first before pointing out the above suspicion," Mizushima Kawa Sora said. "I’ve always been puzzled... even if none of us are the traitor, we should still be in competition. Why is there always someone thinking in terms of camps..."

"You don’t need to test me, Miss Mizushima," Su Ming’an said through a wall, "your words are enough to convince me that you are not the traitor..."

Su Ming’an listened to their layered conversations from behind a wall.

Without the presence of absolute power, this group always liked to test each other, weaving in and out, pushing and pulling through hundreds of rounds.

But soon, he saw Mizushima Kawa Sora move her hand.

The naturally suspicious Mizushima Kawa Sora would not let anyone she suspected out of her sight.

She extended her hand, and suddenly, several shadows emerged from Joy’s shadow, tightly gripping his throat.

Mizushima Kawa Sora’s occupation was Illusionism, and her core approach involved using illusions, Mentality Shock, and shadows to attack others. Shadows were her optimal environment, as the pitch-dark wine cellar illuminated by candlelight was bound to have shadows.

Joy was suffocated by the shadows, struggling to breathe, and he immediately raised his pride and joy, the Defensive Barrier, to repel the shadows.

The next moment, he felt a pain in his chest.

Shadow turned into a piercing blade, half penetrating his chest, while the other half appeared like iron wire, sketched at the tip of Mizushima Kawa Sora’s fingers as if she was pulling on his heart.

The shadows...they actually originated from the shadow cast by the Defensive Barrier, piercing Joy from the inside without any resistance.

This attack was unstoppable, an ultimate assassination.

Mizushima Kawa Sora gently hooked her finger, and with a forceful pull—

"Splat—"

Like crushing a rotten tomato, chunks of bright red flesh burst forth from Joy’s chest, blood splattered everywhere, filling the cellar with a thick scent of blood.

Mizushima Kawa Sora had actually ripped out Joy’s heart.

Joy spat out a mouthful of blood, his body trembled, and he fell to the floor.

Throughout this, Mizushima Kawa Sora remained seated atop a wine barrel, not moving an inch.

Her casual killing of Joy was to prove to the world that even if she was incapacitated, she wouldn’t become an easy target for others.

Suddenly, she felt as if someone were spying on her.

She abruptly looked up to see a black eye in a small hole in the wall.

Under the faint candlelight, the eye resembled that of a ghost behind a wall in a horror movie, eerily watching her...

After a moment of eye contact, Mizushima Kawa Sora suddenly spoke with a calm voice.

"Su Ming’an." She said.

She recognized Su Ming’an just by one glance at his eye.

Su Ming’an was surprised himself; it seemed he had left a significant psychological shadow on her.

No longer spying, he pushed open the wooden door next to him and entered.

"You’ve been avoiding my questions earlier, do you finally dare to face them now?" Mizushima Kawa Sora stared at him, her fingers clenched: "So it was indeed you who..."

She had waited far too long.

In such a despairing game, to be suddenly separated from her closest kin, and learning that her sibling might have died... she had spent sleepless nights, tossing and turning.

Without answers for a day, she would be tormented by restless emotions.

"Su Ming’an," Mizushima Kawa Sora slowly stood up: "you killed her, how could you—"

"You’re disgusting," Su Ming’an said.

Mizushima Kawa Sora was stunned.

...It was the first time she had ever heard this person describe someone as... disgusting.

He actually said that she...was disgusting.

"—Your so-called sense of justice that is full of self-righteousness, your exceedingly double-standard moral code, your overvalued notion of kinship, the foolish act of initiating infighting... You want to strip everything from me in the name of justice, yet you can’t find a proper reason or the resolve to do so," Su Ming’an said: "Ignorant, malevolent, short-sighted... It would be excusable for someone with low strength to have low moral standards, but you, a person with high ability, have stooped to such low moral standards... You’ve thoroughly disgusted me, Mizushima."

"You—" Mizushima Kawa Sora was shocked.

"You knew she came to kill me, yet you despise my act of self-defense. You tried to make everyone condemn me, but you don’t have enough clout to do so," Su Ming’an said: "—Delusional, pretending to be stupid despite understanding everything... Your overindulgence in what you call kinship is precisely why you’ve become so repulsive."

He spoke quickly and viciously, in no way inferior to the scorn Third World showed for sickly Shen Xue.

The live broadcast room was stunned; they had never imagined that Number One Player would speak so harshly to Mizushima Kawa Sora, who had also achieved Perfect Pass for all levels.

But soon, a sense of exhilaration surged in their hearts.

[Clip saved, Number One Player is so tough!]

[Damn, the Number One Player’s style of cursing... Learned, perfect for forum flame wars.]

[I can only say you can’t judge a book by its cover, Su Ming’an admitted he killed Mizushima Haru, and Mizushima Kawa Sora’s moral hijacking is pretty disgusting as well.]

[Understandable, with her sister’s killer right in front of her, she definitely couldn’t control her emotions.]

[He was just accused a bit, but what Mizushima Kawa Sora lost was her sister!]

[Classic.]

[If she’s dead, she’s dead, right? Mizushima Haru acted like a madman, who knows what she was thinking. She couldn’t have died for humanity...]

[...]

Su Ming’an’s gaze was very calm.

In the Easter Egg evaluation that concluded the Sixth World, there was one—[Killed the victim Mizushima Haru]. So now, he could reveal that he knew Mizushima Haru was killed by him.

Mizushima Haru was killed by him, and he didn’t need to deny it.

But so what?

The moment Mizushima Haru decided to ruin his Perfect Pass and make him lose everything, she should have been prepared to lose everything as well.

The pioneers die because of their stupidity and trust in the Organizers, and she herself did not regret it; when did it become Mizushima Kawa Sora’s turn to righteously accuse him?

Looking for pretexts, setting up standards, pinning labels... the tricks Mizushima Kawa Sora played had not changed since the beginning of the game. But when it came to taking responsibility, she would shy away from it.

Even before, she was malicious enough to want to let him undergo Metamorphosis, allowing his Spirit to collapse, forcing him to quit the World Game, and turn into a madman for life.

Sensibility and so-called kinship had already blinded her eyes. Disgust was completely linked to her.

"..." Mizushima Kawa Sora seemed to be stunned by the scolding; she never thought this person would curse at her like this.

"You’ve degenerated, Mizushima," Su Ming’an said. "The World Game... indeed, is a thing that excels at changing people."

He stretched out his hand.

Mizushima Kawa Sora’s pupils constricted, and she felt an extreme sense of danger. She moved the black line in her hand toward his heart—

[Immune.]

A row of bright red small characters bounced above Su Ming’an’s head. His figure did not retreat but advanced, and his hand glinted with gold—a molten gold blade streaked from her eye, piercing through the back of her skull!

[HP-3190! (Fatal Injury! Magic Series Bonus!)]

[HP+160! (Spell Vamp!)]

"You... I..." Mizushima Kawa Sora opened her mouth, blood spurted out.

Su Ming’an’s words were not without effect on her.

Her san values had been low for a long time, and she had been provoked by many people’s words, her emotions always on the verge of exploding.

But in the moment before death, her vision suddenly cleared up, as if she had suddenly come to her senses.

Su Ming’an stabbed out again, slashing her throat, and Mizushima Kawa Sora’s health bottomed out.

Mizushima Kawa Sora, who could kill Joy in an instant, was ultimately killed by Su Ming’an in a second. The gap between top hundred Players in strength was startling.

In Su Ming’an’s item slot, the intercom vibrated slightly.

[Yuan Shuangshuang: Humans always like to push each other around.]

[Su Ming’an: It’s sometimes necessary; the more people tolerate, the more arrogant they become.]

[Yuan Shuangshuang: ...]

[Yuan Shuangshuang: If only there were no wars, no curses, no viruses...]

[Yuan Shuangshuang: Then... everyone could be happy.]

...

The intercom went silent.

After killing Mizushima Kawa Sora, Su Ming’an heard the prompt for the Hundred Gods Profession to level up.

[Please select your Profession Evolution direction:]

[(Direction 1) Enhance "Bright" "Shadow" state battle Strength, Survival, Autonomous Action, and Clue Exploration abilities.]

[(Direction 2) Enhance "Judgment" Skill’s ability to control single targets and suppress groups. Increase Emotion Infusion Effect’s ability to infect.]

"Direction 2," he said.

The Judgment Skill was indeed useful; he had yet to see a Player who could resist this hard control.

[Judgment has been upgraded.]

[Judgment lv.2: Control time increased by 30%.]

[Next level effect: Emotion Infusion Effect increased by 30%]

...

Speaking of which, he had yet to use the Emotion Infusion Effect in Judgment.

With this effect, he always had a sense of foreboding.

He walked out of the wine cellar and suddenly saw the figure of the mole, Noel.

He targeted Noel, launched Judgment, and chose the Emotion Infusion Effect.

[Emotion Infusion Effect: After hitting the target with the Judgment Skill, you can infuse your stored Emotion Value into an NPC or Player, altering their mental state.]

...

The next moment, he saw the normally walking mole, Noel, suddenly shudder, rest his hand on the wall, and turn pale.

Su Ming’an immediately approached and forced the mole, Noel, to disclose the effect of the Skill.

The mole, Noel, said the effect could cause double vision, hallucinations, nausea, dizziness...

Su Ming’an listened and was a bit alarmed.

He suddenly realized... this seemed to be a san-reducing Skill.

This was a... san-reducing Skill that could be used regardless of whether the instance had a san value setting or not.

It could cause devastating, irreversible effects on people.

It was beyond the essence of all currently known Skills.

And that was just one Judgment.

If Judgment was used repeatedly on someone, it could cause even more horrifying effects.

...Hallucinations, mental disorder, madness, and even... Metamorphosis?

That was too dangerous.

In this way, how was he different from walking around in White Sand Paradise?

He could hold back from using this Skill on Players, but what if someone else, like him, acquired a similar san-reducing Skill? With such a powerful control effect, how could they not use it?

In the Sixth World, san values appeared.

In the Eighth World, san-reducing Skills appeared.

If people used these Skills to fight each other, what would the World Game look like in the later stages...?

...

Madness seemed to be an inevitable trend for humanity.

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