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Chapter 552: Chapter 549: "You finally came to save me.

Hearing Su Ming’an say his name, Zhao Weidong’s guard was lowered somewhat.

"Right, the volcano just erupted, we sealed off the passage to the surface. Are you a Qiongdi resident who didn’t evacuate?" Zhao Weidong frowned, "I’m very sorry... our experiment failed, and we’ve been ordered to terminate it. I’m afraid we can’t help you eliminate the curse. There’s nothing we can do for you now that you’ve come to find us at such a risk..."

Behind him, several researchers in white coats walked over, both Easterners and Westerners among them. They looked at Su Ming’an and Xiber, their faces weary.

"I see," Su Ming’an said. "So the volcano has already erupted..."

...

[Pingping:

Dear Xinzhenjia,

Qiongdi fell into a natural disaster period quite early. The volcano erupted, and we couldn’t get out, the ground covered in scorching soil and high temperatures.

I’m getting hungry, the next batch of personnel still hasn’t arrived, and our supplies are dwindling. I’m now eating only one steamed bun a day and spend the rest of the time sleeping under the covers, which makes things a little more bearable.]

...

Su Ming’an knew that after this volcanic eruption, these researchers ended up dying alone in the underground passageways, clutching photos of their family members.

They had gone through over two decades of endless experiments, parted from their loved ones for ages, like heroes going to war, longing to find a way to save the people of Qiongdi, yet they met a tragic end.

Not to mention, at this point in time... the outside world should have already been destroyed.

"Your next batch of colleagues isn’t coming, you don’t have to wait anymore," Su Ming’an said. "If you go straight through the underground passage nearby and turn right at the third intersection, you should be able to find an area without volcanic ash. I will leave a barrier there. Wait until the volcanic eruption ends and the temperature goes down before you find a chance to escape."

"How do you know the next batch of people won’t come..." Zhao Weidong said.

Su Ming’an had no time to explain, and he left quickly, pulling Xiber with him.

"— Wait." After Su Ming’an had walked a few steps, Zhao Weidong’s voice came from behind. "— At least let me thank you for telling us about another way out. You don’t have to worry. Even if my colleagues and I make it back to the outside world, we will continue our research to save you. It has been our life’s quest. Please don’t give up! No matter which world’s people, everyone has the right to survive, and our team is here for just that purpose!"

Su Ming’an did not turn back.

He remembered Zhao Weidong’s body in the underground passage, dead, holding the picture of Pingping.

...

[The spring days outside must be beautiful, with warm breezes and blossoming flowers. I haven’t seen spring in so many years...]

[What does our daughter look like now? Her hair must be very much like yours, jet-black and smooth. Her eyes should resemble mine, large and spirited, just like when she was small...]

[...]

[...How very, very much I long to meet you all.]

...

He left that place and gave the researchers a barrier to hold back the Black Mist.

Once he was above ground, he looked up to see the volcano erupting like it was the end of the world.

The thick magma and scorching volcanic ash spewed forth like brilliant clouds of fire, and faintly, in the distance, he could hear the sounds of people running and screaming.

He had also experienced this moment in time once before when he saved Feng Qiqi and Cici.

He identified the direction and sprinted toward the ancient castle.

[— Five years ago, that was a very special moment in time.]

[— In the castle, another group of foreigners making a virus weapon should still be alive.]

[— Yuan Shuangshuang, the test subject, is still in the castle’s laboratory, with the Black Crow Authority on her.]

Su Ming’an looked up.

The sky’s color was indistinguishable as morning or afternoon. The Canopy Curse had tainted Qiongdi pitch black, obscuring even the sunlight. He lit up his wristwatch and, with Xiber, continued on their way, passing many frantic Qiongdi residents fleeing in panic.

He and Xiber, like a river flowing against the current, cut right through the crowds.

The dark Canopy Curse was slowly pressing down upon the world.

That writhing mass of black sludge, like maggots, seemed intent on devouring everything, swallowing the lives that struggled in haste within the confines of the world.

Five years ago marked the descent of the Canopy Curse, the point when Qiongdi neared destruction.

People huddled in the darkness, like primeval beings who had yet to obtain the fireseed.

"Su Ming’an, if..." Xiber suddenly said, "if I go to my cabin now, would I be exactly in time to see myself at ten years of age, and you as you’re about to say goodbye?"

"Perhaps," Su Ming’an said.

He wasn’t clear on the exact mechanism of this reversal of time, whether they were being pulled from the future or judged on a causal level, or if a reverse time-space had been fabricated out of thin air. But regardless, the first course of action was definitely to get the Black Crow Authority; visiting his past self five years ago was meaningless.

"— Swish!"

Just as he was about to dash into the castle, a golden sword suddenly thrust into the ground before him.

The Golden Sword penetrated the ground ahead, light exploding in all directions, causing a spiderweb of cracks to spread across the dirt, melting even the surrounding black particles and giving rise to holy white flames.

He looked up to see a figure dressed in gold.

Delicate haloes danced upon the person, who stood high above the ground, in a world flood by the black curse, like a towering, golden island.

The youth drew invisible lines in the air, and the golden sword rose again, taking aim at Su Ming’an.

"— I found you, Su Ming’an." Su Rin smiled. "I’m here to take the "Energy" from you."

...

[Main God World·Server 79]

Lu woke up on his bed, rubbing his eyes.

The sanity values setup in the Eighth World was truly torturous. Even with a good number of Mentality Points, he nearly went crazy; he had to sleep for a long time to recover.

He opened his mailbox, only to suddenly see a blood-red letter.

This blood-red letter stood out conspicuously among the white mails, as if specifically highlighted.

He immediately became alert and clicked on the envelope.

...

[Proud One, Lu:

[Hello, we would like to invite you to a place.]

[Time:...]

The sender at the bottom was highlighted in red as [Organizers]. Clearly, this was not a prank letter sent by a player.

"An invitation from the organizers...?" Lu murmured softly. "No specific location mentioned, and the time is three days from now?"

He massaged his temples.

"Is the Organizers causing trouble again?" He dialed the communication to see if Bei Wang, another Peak Alliance Player, had received this kind of email.

Although it should be Bei Wang’s sleeping time now, it didn’t matter; as soon as a call went through, the other person couldn’t help but wake up.

Sure enough, Bei Wang was also not asleep.

"...Hello." A voice laden with utter drowsiness answered, as Bei Wang’s sleepy face appeared on the video screen, hardly able to open his eyes.

"Did you receive the invitation email from the Organizers?" Lu asked.

"Oh." Bei Wang replied, "I got it."

"It seems it’s an invitation sent to all Peak Alliance Players?... No, it might be an email targeted at players with special status..." Lu pondered for a moment, "The Eighth World is about to end; Su Ming’an should be able to return tonight. We’ll contact him tomorrow and start preparing for the Peak Alliance matters."

"Oh," said Bei Wang.

"...Alright, go back to sleep," Lu said.

With a "click," the communication was cut off.

With a sigh, Lu felt like going outside to clear his mind. The growing sense of crisis made even him, who was usually optimistic, somewhat uncomfortable.

He put on his coat, donned his mask, and pushed the door open to head towards the streets.

As soon as he came out, he heard a wave of shouting.

People with painted faces, holding placards with bloodied words, were loudly chanting slogans as they passed by these houses.

"—Decision makers who disregard humanity! We demand fairness! We demand fairness! No one’s life should be measured for its value!!"

"—They are not the guardians of humanity at all! Their faces are just the same as before, do they still think this is the ancient Middle Ages?"

"—Hand over the resources you’ve seized, give an explanation to the medical staff who have contributed selflessly, give us an explanation! You have betrayed our trust!"

"—Deceiving the masses to stay away from Adventurer Players, intentionally dividing player boundaries, what kind of ’United Group’ are they!"

"..."

Bystanders stood in front of their respective houses, watching this group of people shouting against the injustice. They took photos, recorded videos, wrote forum posts, feeling emotional about the actions of these protesters.

This kind of protest had been going on for a while. Since the so-called "resource-first aid" principle was exposed, people had exploded like a barrel of explosives.

Even if they didn’t know what good the protests would do, they kept shouting slogans, as if they believed that such public opinion could turn the situation around.

—Perhaps this is where high-dimensional beings excel.

They had done nothing yet, and the people had already started to take up arms themselves, pointing their swords at the United Group, the ones at the forefront of spiritual aid.

Some claim—In fact, the upper echelons of the United Group had gone mad, those players at the top of the world rankings had gone mad too, madness is the theme of humanity, only by adapting to such a trend can one survive. Otherwise, they would end up being driven to a dead end like these "normal people."

The United Group wants power and reputation; the clever ones want a shiny life after the game ends; the powerful want the rights to dominance and freedom, while these people can’t even have peace.

—The literati disrupt law with words, the warriors commit crimes with might.

Their outlook on the future is very pessimistic.

Now that all resources are primarily poured into top-ranked players, they have become neglected trash.

How will they survive in the vast disparity of strength after the game ends? By then, there will be no Death Resurrection, no rules from the Main God World prohibiting attacking each other.

If they don’t "resist" now while things are still relatively fair, who will listen to their voices later?

The information gap between solitary islands has directed their spears—towards those in the most dangerous places.

They even suggested making public the vulnerabilities of these top-ranked players, such as family backgrounds and valued possessions, thus binding them to the basic human line they could not cross. In this way, there would be no need to worry about the top players suddenly betraying them.

For example, for Number One Player, they could persuade his mother to hold him back. As for Noel, they could influence his New World Guild and have the New World Guild "reform" him. As for Mizushima Kawa Sora, Lv Shu, and Lin Yin, they could start from the level of noble families.

Although this idea was nonsensical and practically suicidal, it surprisingly garnered quite a bit of support. Among humans, there are sages and there are fools as well.

The player who voluntarily abandoned his status and dragged down the human progress bar, Herbert, had already eradicated some people’s trust.

Some worried that these remaining top-ranked players might also suddenly throw caution to the wind, take their progress, forsake humanity, and take flight.

Placing the top-ranked players in "shackles" they could not betray seemed like a good choice.

...

Dusk descended, and the world grew increasingly hazy.

The brilliant colors of volcanic eruptions became the sole illumination, and Su Rin floated in front of this bright light, the golden energy churning like waves.

"I’ve come to extract the ’Energy’ from you," he said.

"Get lost!"

Su Ming’an wasted no words and immediately issued a judgment.

In preparation for the great battle, he had maxed out his Emotion Value to 2000 points, and just now, setting up two barriers had only used 200 points; he could unleash single judgments over thirty times.

A vivid red scale pattern appeared on the back of his hand, Su Rin’s figure paused, but he was not affected.

Since gaining the Judgment Skill, it was the first time Su Ming’an had seen someone not controlled by it.

He no longer held back and expended over a thousand Emotion Value points in one go, like light pollution contaminating the sky. Over thirty red patterns flashed wildly upon Su Rin who floated in the air, like a broken traffic light.

"Hey, you’re really not being polite..." Su Rin’s voice drifted down from the sky, still without any fluctuation in tone.

But his sword had come to a complete stop in the air, no longer falling.

"Let’s go!"

Su Ming’an dragged Xiber and rushed into the ancient castle.

Su Rin should have been controlled; even without the san effect, over thirty judgments were no laughing matter.

Yuan Shuangshuang could die at any moment, and her time of death was today. He had to hurry.

Xiber watched as Su Ming’an, wielding the Blade of Freedom, slaughtered his way through, charging toward the laboratory.

The golden flames of the blade danced, severing heads, while white tendrils spread, piercing bodies. Wherever he went, blood splattered, and bodies fell in rows.

Unlike Zhao Weidong and other benevolent people, the researchers inside the ancient castle were a bunch of demons attempting to wage a viral war. Killing them didn’t come with any psychological burden.

Blood exploded beside them, and as the wind passed by Xiber’s ears, she suddenly felt exhilarated. This free-running, unburdened and without any clear goal, gave her an extreme rush, as if she had suddenly thrown off all her shackles.

"Caw— Caw—"

The pitch-black crows perched on the blood-drenched corpses of the researchers, making unpleasant death knells.

Su Ming’an chopped down a researcher with his sword, and several gunshots rang out nearby, with bullets clinking as they fell to the ground.

These people had guns, but they were not capable of breaching Su Ming’an’s defense.

He turned his head and saw several researchers with panicked expressions, retreating continuously.

White tendrils emerged from Su Ming’an’s body like ferocious pythons, swallowing the researchers whole.

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