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Chapter 547 - 544 - "They All Like You.

Chapter 547: Chapter 544 - "They All Like You.

[Main God World]

Endless drizzling rain, one storm after another, the weather appeared gloomy and oppressive, and people walked on the streets as if accompanied by the dampness.

Wherever there were people, there was almost always a live broadcast screen, and people looked up, through an entire world, watching the ones fighting in the distance.

The rain blurred their vision.

When Su Ming’an cursed Mizushima Kawa Sora, the people’s conversations, spitting contempt, astonishment, and insults...

They were shocked by the death of Mizushima Haru, enraged by the moral hijacking of Mizushima Kawa Sora, and found Su Ming’an’s act of killing a top-ranking player unworthy...

Each word and sentence, clear in black and white, seemed to transform into actual knives and spears, allowing them to express themselves in the online world, "participating" in these world-changing events as keyboard warriors.

And all of this reached its peak after Su Ming’an acquired the "san" skill, causing the Black Beast to go mad and self-harm to death.

Matthew, a well-known forum commentator from Xi Country, was responsible for the commentary in the broadcast room.

But after the death of the Black Beast, when he looked at the gruesome sight of its flesh and blood rolling over, he suddenly broke down emotionally.

He faced the camera, tears streaming down his face:

"— Humanity has no future!"

"— Even if the body can be repaired by the organizers, the spirit has no chance at all! By introducing such a skill, the organizers aim to kill us from the root!"

"— We have no chances left! None at all! The organizers only want to utterly destroy us!"

"— They harbor malice towards humanity, and we have no chance to turn the tables! We cannot comprehend the might of higher-dimensional beings, all this talk of exploiting rules loopholes... enhancing strength through the game... uniting to oppose the organizers... It’s hopeless! There’s no chance! We are doomed!"

"— What will the world’s game turn into in the future? A paradise for madmen, idiots, psychopaths, butchers, and those who are not normal! We can’t turn back now! The civilization of humanity for thousands of years ends here; everyone will either become slaves to aliens or turn into dust of history..."

His emotional collapse was sudden. In front of the camera, he cried and laughed like a lunatic, leaving the two Eagle Country guests beside him unable to react.

In the end, the guests had to cut off the broadcast urgently, putting an end to such an absurd scene.

This broadcast room was very popular, and many people were watching in real-time. Matthew’s breakdown was like a fuse, igniting the already suppressed emotions of people, and a sense of emotional threat, buried deep since the White Sand Paradise, spread like an infection.

Emotions, being easily spread and fermented, were already suppressed among the people, merely diverted by the heat of the pinnacle competition, but now that the overall situation was settled, with only Su Ming’an and Su Rin left as the surviving players, their attention started to revert.

They couldn’t help but reflect—

— What about the mental patients left in the Sixth World? They had gone silent, did they have a future?

— What about the world’s games in the future? Could kind-hearted normal people still survive?

— Can we really endure such tremendous mental pressure until the end of this year?

In such an extremely insecure environment, people were like startled birds, where a little spark could trigger an explosion. When emotions spread online, they proliferated offline too.

Even demonstrations began to appear. Protesters carried wooden signs with bright red text and painted faces, walking through the streets.

...

Inside a sealed conference room, with discussions and the ringing of phones incessant, the walls were adorned with the blue olive branch flags of the United Group, and several people in black uniforms moved about frantically.

Now, besides the United Group, organizations based on nationality had also become more stable, such as Gran Victoria Tech, Yu Country Storm Tech, Dragon Country Yangtze System, Eagle Country Countermeasure System, and North Country Snow Land System... Because of the innate advantage of nationality, they had become one of the most trusted authoritative organizations among the players.

Moreover, the independent alliances were beginning to take shape, such as the Holt Wizard Alliance, which was centered around various mage players. They demanded skill-sharing among each other, discussed team compositions together, and classified themselves into elemental divisions.

The infamous Black Card Assassins Organization from the West, at this moment, also revealed its fangs. This organization centered around mercenaries, deserters, and assassins—those who operate in grey areas, and its top members were all expert frontline fighters.

The Steward Alliance, centered around the Church, had gathered more than one hundred thousand members in its preliminary record. They had stronger cohesion compared to ordinary organizations. Players would even gather weekly for prayer activities.

Besides these unique independent organizations, there were volunteer organizations like the Peace Dove Rescue Association, Blue Land Forces, Red Heart Volunteers, Olive Branch Rescue Teams, etc.

The World Independent Society, Human Self-Rescue Research Group, Sky Alliance, Evergreen Union... These academic-centered organizations were flourishing. Doctor Xu, who had once created the "Type III Artificial Intelligence Wristwatch," was one of them. They combined human technology as a foundation with the scant reference experiences from the world game, conjuncting many astonishingly advanced gadgets.

For the adjustment of mental states, they had an initial plan, and many mental patients who had been frustrated in the Sixth World were pulled back from the brink of collapse.

——Everyone was contributing to a "tomorrow."

Whether it was with apparent ease or seemingly insignificant.

At this moment, on the stage of the United Group’s conference room, stood a middle-aged man with a golden badge on his shoulder.

His expression was solemn, his brows slightly furrowed, clearly not very optimistic about the current situation. Seeing a Dragon Country man in a military uniform approach, he spoke in a low voice.

"The news can no longer be contained," he said, "Our medical resources allocation plan... has been leaked."

He was Grett, who had once served as a history professor at the Gran Royal Military Science Academy in Zhai Xing, and was now the Minister of Administration among the seven divisions of the United Group.

The "medical resources allocation plan" he mentioned was just a euphemism. In reality, it was a resource allocation strategy that favored certain players. For instance, reallocating the medical resources of casual players to adventurer players, transferring the care personnel from lower-end adventurer players to those of higher-end...

Such a practice wasn’t really problematic; it was the consistent best plan during disaster relief—namely, giving up on lives that were difficult to save in favor of those who could create greater value.

But such rules, in general, are not to be publicly declared.

...But now, someone had exposed it, along with their planning documents, clearly revealed for all to see, undoubtedly the work of someone inside.

Many casual players, once they learned of the news, were outraged. They had relatives still undergoing healing, yet found themselves suddenly abandoned.

A barrel of rice breeds benevolence; a peck of rice breeds grudges.

No matter how much spiritual healing service the United Group had provided to them before, as soon as they discovered their share being seized, they started to become angry.

"——Life should not be measured by value; all people are equal!"

This was a video recorded by an elderly professor with white hair.

"——By what standards are they measuring us? It used to be money; now it’s points? The voracious rulers haven’t changed one bit!"

This was the furious roar of a Gran youth during a street protest.

"——Cold-hearted rulers, demons will come to collect your souls! You gave up on my son; he was so young, you will go to hell for this!"

This was a woman with a child in her arms and a face scarf, crying and accusing in a forum video.

"——Humanity has no ’guardians’ left; we can only rely on ourselves, but now ’we’ have also become a mess of rotten pot! Totally rotten!"

This was an elit, suited man’s angry shout while vandalizing a hospital.

Among them, there were undoubtedly those harboring malice, stirring people’s emotions toward extremes. Many heretical churches took advantage of the situation, springing up like bamboo shoots after a rain, seducing people to join them.

But fortunately, the majority of people were still proactive.

Professor Kalcha, the doctoral supervisor from the United Science Academy, announced that he would lead his students to provide medical services for ordinary players and develop medical plans that would help people return to normal.

Major media outlets immediately covered these scholars, doctors, and scientists, proclaiming the hope of the future. Familiar faces of industry giants, the founders of conceptual research, medical experts, leaders in various fields... They appeared in videos named under the series titled "Future," assuring that they would ensure the smooth continuation of humanity’s millennia-old civilization.

The successful implementation of the "Hero Project" made people gradually familiar with these ordinary faces that now seemed to shine with brilliance. When they released their rallying cries, it further invoked people’s longing for positive energy.

But at this very moment,

——the news of Edward going insane spread like wildfire.

It was leaked at just the right time, precisely when people had just begun to foster hope.

Aside from Edward himself and two or three high-ranking individuals, no one knew of this message, yet it was somehow leaked.

Those two or three high-ranking individuals, filled with great love, would never leak it.

As for Edward himself... no one suspected that he leaked it.

After the leak, panic continued to spread.

——If even such top three pinnacle players could go mad because of the instance, what could they do?

What further weighted this panic was a post by Herbert, one of the top-ranking players.

[Goodbye, my dear brethren.]

A short sentence, accompanied by a photo. In the photo, Herbert was seen with the player’s system interface shattering into glimmers of bluish light in front of him while he twirled a revolver in hand and waved at people with a smile.

He had been defeated by Su Ming’an in the final level of the ancient castle, and upon his return, he had abandoned his player identity, with no one knowing what he was going to do next.

This was the first public post declaring the abandonment of a player identity since the start of the World Game.

Such a highly anticipated top-ranking player choosing to give up his player identity and specifically posting a farewell message was seen by people at the time as no different from betraying humanity.

Herbert’s points vanished from the forty-eighth spot on the leaderboard, causing the human collective progress bar to immediately drop by 0.02%.

The appearance of the "lose sanity" skill; Edward’s breakdown; Herbert giving up his player identity...

The accumulation of these three negative news items made the world environment even more chaotic than after White Sand Paradise.

...

"Click, click."

The white-haired girl in the black ceremonial robe carefully wiped the square stone slab in her hands. On her head, the blood-red sacrificial crown flickered with a faint light amidst the sunset.

She looked tired, with dark circles under her eyes as if she had been fatigued for a long time.

However, hearing the tribe members outside shouting "Lord Bai Shen" and seeing a figure approaching, she showed a smile.

"You’re back?" she looked toward the approaching person.

"I’m back," said Su Ming’an.

After the end of the ancient castle instance, only he and Su Rin were the surviving players.

Since Lv Shu had turned into an NPC before, he had lost the right to compete, and even though he had regained his player status, he was still not counted in the quota.

Followers were inherently players but from then on, they would be subordinated to someone else.

He was now a Third Rank Ruler, capable of bringing two followers with him into an instance. Although Moli and Qingqing were his followers, they were just little girls who hadn’t grown up, and he wouldn’t take them into the instance.

Thinking along these lines, he couldn’t help but have a strange thought—if he could gather two followers, along with his Cloning and himself, they’d have enough people for a game of Fight the Landlord.

"Clang." Xiber carefully placed the stone slab on the table—such slabs, representing the deaths of the Qiongdi people, would be wiped and preserved by their loved ones.

"It’s finally ending," she murmured to herself.

Through countless reincarnations, countless instances of despair and death, she had finally reached the end of the road.

"There’s one more person," Su Ming’an said.

"Who?"

"Someone still roaming the wilderness," Su Ming’an said, "It’s time I settled things with him."

At that moment, Lv Shu in black clothes walked in.

"Su Ming’an, my viewers told me a lot has happened..." Lv Shu said, "Edward has gone mad, and Herbert has given up his player status."

His expression was somewhat blank, clearly, even he hadn’t recovered from such shocking news.

He had never thought that the powerfully and arrogantly mighty person of Gran would go insane.

Su Ming’an’s eyes narrowed.

A moment later, he sighed, "I know."

The collapse of the system, might makes right, crisis at hand, diminishment of humanity.

Such things would only increase.

The instances were progressively getting tougher, but death meant starting over from scratch.

Additionally, with the hidden danger of mental breakdowns and the differentiation of the organizers’ identities...

The later stages of the World Game would only become more arduous and perilous.

"Also, some people on the forums are cursing you, with quite the momentum..." Lv Shu said.

"What?"

"They say..." Lv Shu hesitated for a bit, "they say you shouldn’t have killed the other top-ranking players so cruelly, you guys should play harmoniously...

Su Ming’an raised an eyebrow.

"Someone’s starting to act up again?" he said.

He had almost forgotten.

The evil in some humans was also a significant drag.

"So." Xiber spoke up from the side, "You might as well stay and go on a beach vacation with me. Everyone here worships you, they all like you..."

Su Ming’an just smiled, without saying a word.

Sometimes, he thought about it too.

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