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Chapter 587: Chapter 584: "Su Ming’an, Will You Die?

In the midst of the heated argument, people placed the "Number One Player" and "Ten Thousand Players" on opposite ends of the scale.

...

"We can’t hand over the Number One Player!"

"It’s just an arrest, not a killing, why can’t we hand him over?"

"What about the Perfect Pass? If he gets arrested, how can the Number One Player achieve a Perfect Pass?"

"Are ten thousand people supposed to pave the way for him??"

"What does that matter! The progress bar of the Number One Player is definitely higher than that of ten thousand people combined!"

"We have no reason to ask others to die for one person!"

...

The fight lasted for a very long time.

In the sky, dark clouds pressed down.

Su Ming’an lifted his head and saw in the deepening twilight, the last ray of sunset devoured by darkness.

"Ding dong!"

Luna: Su Ming’an, I’ve diverted the Hawk Hound Squad from the west, try to escape to the east.

"Ding dong!"

Lu: I’m trying to persuade the guild; they won’t interfere with you.

"Ding dong!"

Yamada Machiichi: I’ve checked the route map, the space turbulence is minimal in the east.

"Ding dong!"

Lv Shu: I’ll meet you at the checkpoint in The Fringe.

...

One notification after another rang in the ears of Su Ming’an and Noel. Their entire team put down their tasks to help them.

Su Ming’an noticed that Noel was still smiling.

It was a pure joy.

Back then in the Eighth World, Noel, who had come to save him time and time again, had the same pure, white, and child-like smile.

"—This is so fun! So much fun!" Noel shouted as he ran.

His expression was over-excited, his emotions overly positive.

Behind him, a long line of people followed, trailing like a train. Noel’s high agility and weaving through the crowd made the pursuers tumble awkwardly, never quite catching up.

"Su Ming’an, have you ever played that kind of non-confrontational chase game? We’ve got these people behind us running in circles—look at them, it’s hilarious, shouldn’t the World Game award us a sort of mini-emperor honor?"

Noel leaned close to the back of his chair, his blonde hair growing even brighter amidst the light rain.

"Turn around, counterattack," Su Ming’an suddenly said.

The next moment, his wheelchair spun 180 degrees, flinging Noel in an arc.

Sounds of metal clashing rang out, swiftly assembling into large cannons and firearms.

"Damn, what the hell! Transformers??"

The leading squad from Feng City recoiled in fear, and the onlooking Guild of Grid enthusiasts was stunned by the scene before them.

There, atop the metal hill, wrapped in the night, was the silhouette of a wheelchair, with Transformers-like large firearms erected above.

The dark muzzles turned in unison, targeting the unprepared pursuers.

The next moment—

Cannons fired simultaneously.

...

The Fringe·Zone Five

Raindrops pitter-pattered against the eaves, falling like stranded beads.

Sitting at the alley’s entrance, a young man was focused on carving a bright yellow wood sculpture. His blade fell, sending wood chips flying into the rain.

Moments later, Su Rin blew on it, the sculpture taking shape.

—It depicted a beautiful girl with daisies in her arms, a bottle of aged rice wine tied to her waist, and her hair slightly lifted, a pure elf-like smile on her face.

He leaned against the wall, gazing beyond the alley as if seeing through the heavy curtain of rain to another world.

The broadcast from across the city echoed through the rainy night.

Besides that,

the whole city was silent.

"—Whoever arrests Yasa Acto will be allowed entry into Central City."

"This is a highest red alert from the Dawn System, do not defy, do not give shelter, or you will be recorded in the chip, classified as criminal..."

"Repeat."

"—Whoever arrests Yasa Acto will be allowed entry into Central City."

"Repeat again..."

Su Rin clutched the wood carving in his hand, his gaze distant.

The chaos on the streets intensified, people walking out with suspicious faces, questioning the order but still not daring to defy the commands of the Dawn System.

"Pitter-patter—" Suddenly, a rapid, splashing footstep sound approached from a distance, interspersed with heavy breaths, someone was running hard.

Su Rin lifted his head, seeing two young women, completely drenched, barely covering their heads with newspapers, running towards him. They staggered, the taller sister coughing, her exposed arms covered with purple bruises, the shorter sister protected under her arm, her pants stained with mud.

"—They’ve run here, hurry up!!"

"—We can’t let them go, we must catch someone..."

Faint sounds of pursuit came from behind, those two sisters were nearly out of options.

When they saw Su Rin by the wall, the elder sister’s eyes lit up, she bit her lip, pushed her sister towards him, then took off the pendant around her neck and tossed it at Su Rin’s feet.

"I’m sorry, I’m sorry—please take my sister with you, I’m sorry! This pendant is my family heirloom, please—"

The elder sister bowed deeply, not having time to say much, and ran towards the direction of the pursuers. If she and her sister split up, one of them might have a chance to escape.

Su Rin, with a droopy gaze, glanced at the sister who had been pushed towards him, about to leave.

"Huh?" he suddenly noticed the pendant the elder sister had thrown.

[You have found the Dawn Code·Second Sequence.]

[Holder: Xiao Mei/Dong An’an]

...What is the Dawn Code?

Su Rin picked up the pendant.

"This must be something Su Ming’an is looking for," he said. "Might as well be a courier for once."

...

"Boom—boom—boom!!"

After the cannons fired, the area below was swept clean. Human bodies flamed in the fire, quickly turning into charred chunks.

A black cat swiftly passed by, picking up props and equipment left by the bodies.

Su Ming’an looked down at the tragic scene of the mortal world below, as the gunfire behind him automatically disassembled and retracted into the wheelchair.

The group of players who were chasing him had been completely annihilated.

He was now out of ammunition and supplies, and the wheelchair’s ammo and energy were on the verge of running out. On the road with Noel, they had killed countless NPCs and players with ulterior motives.

The equipment dropped by these people was all sacrificed to the Sword of Yarman, successfully upgrading this purple-grade weapon to gold-grade.

The occupation-specific task "Path of Truth" of the Hundred Gods Profession allowed him to upgrade his equipment rank by sacrificing other equipment.

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[Sword of Yarman (Gold Grade, Semi-Broken, Can Grow): This is his great final sword.

Attack Power: 75~90

Durability: 30/30

Equipment Requirement: One-Handed Weapon, Strength Requirement 100 and above

True Damage Attribute: During an attack, it inflicts 200~500 points of true damage (determined by the force of the attack and the Break Technique’s effect) that ignores defense and deals fixed damage.

Magic Infusion Attribute: Damage values are also boosted by Mentality Points. When mana is infused into the blade, it greatly enhances the sharpness and damage. The infused mana can remain in the blade for 90 seconds until it is exhausted.

Absolute Suppression: Your attacks against any being with combat power below 5000 possess the "Absolute Initiative" effect, immunizing you from subsequent damage from them.]

...

Besides the terrifying attack power, a "Absolute Suppression" passive judgment was added, meaning that as long as Su Ming’an and a player with combat power below 5000 clash, that player’s subsequent skills cannot inflict any damage on him.

This is a very strong judgment.

"We’re almost there," Noel said beside him.

His blond hair was damp and stuck to the back of his neck, and his pristine white robe was stained with dust and mud.

Noel was waiting, waiting to reach the edge, to completely leave the city.

And Su Ming’an was also waiting, waiting for the start of the night meeting. Just as the meeting started—he could contact those eight peak leaders; just by using the Ruler’s Skill on one of them, he had a chance to turn the tide.

The meeting had started last night at dawn, and now there were more than two hours left.

"This pure technological world ... it’s really terrifying," Noel said.

His voice mingled with the rain, coming through the fine curtain of rain.

"Even if humans truly ascend mechanically one day, as long as the essence of their souls remains human, they are human. What really decides whether we are a person is not the organic parts in our bodies, but the soul," Noel said.

The wheelchair creaked against the metal fragments, and due to exhaustion, Noel’s pace while pushing the wheelchair was slow.

"... But now, I see it—the pure technological world and the terrifying future created by the altered people," Noel said: "They... have been tamed—by an intelligence called ’Dawn’."

Su Ming’an slightly closed his eyes, his vision swirling slightly with vertigo, the front of his clothing stained with blood.

"So, the world definitely needs an absolutely rational yet humane, supreme being as a judicial authority to balance the potential catastrophe with its power," Noel said.

"... Are you talking about me?" Su Ming’an understood Noel’s hint.

"Yes, you," Noel said.

The two fell into silence.

On this pile of trash and stains of metal, one covered in blood and rain, the other covered in explosion residue and filth, they were discussing such a vast and noble topic about the future of mankind.

In the bottom left corner, the world channel was still noisy about whether to arrest the Number One Player, with people growing restless and foul language flying everywhere.

"Why are you telling me this?" Su Ming’an said.

"Your ever-so-obvious determination to die has always been too clear," Noel suddenly said: "—Are you going to die? Su Ming’an."

Su Ming’an was momentarily stunned, he turned his head, looking at Noel’s wet face, and those eyes covered with rainwater.

"... All this time, the way I see you, you’ve always looked lifeless," Noel said: "Whether it was the moment I caught a glimpse of you on the street as a child or after we started traveling together in the world game, you’ve always been like this."

"I will not die," Su Ming’an said. "How could I possibly die?"

He was not crazy, nor did he have Yu Yu. With these friends around him, why should he die?

"Is that so?" Noel stopped talking.

Under the rainy night, they walked past the fenced lights, their shadows muddled and unclear in the rainwater.

"—Seeing the world in bits and pieces, some say human nature is fundamentally evil. Humans always have two types of awareness: individual survival and group survival," Noel watched the chaos in the world channel: "In society, the continuation of the race always takes precedence over individual survival; this is the general trend, the fundamental logic of humanity. Even if there are some cancerous individuals, they can’t make waves before the fundamental logic of humanity is distorted by the environment."

"But now it has been distorted," Su Ming’an said.

"Yes... after the start of the World Game, you became the ’individual’ representing ’racial survival,’ and the difference between the two has blurred," Noel said.

Su Ming’an slightly furrowed his brow; the words of Noel were profound and touched the unspoken boundaries they had both circumvented before.

"—This mass of billions of people is a huge group," Noel said: "Those idiotic fans on super topics, those bootlickers, those zealots, those filled with envy towards us, guessing our intentions with the utmost malice... The magnitude is terrifying, and all these people together are not just a simple number but a myriad of public opinions."

"..." Su Ming’an coughed up blood.

He stared at the blood in his palm that was becoming increasingly black.

"’Billions of people’—their power is now only suppressed by the game rules. But if they return to Yamada Town, what kind of destructive power do you think they’ll unleash?" Noel said.

"...Alright, stop talking, save your energy," Su Ming’an said.

He didn’t want to talk about this at this moment.

"—The high levels want power, the common people want peace, the smart ones want vitality and freedom, and we cannot take care of every group," Noel said: "After victory, what we need is what I mentioned before: a rational yet humane potentate to manage it all—but can we do it?

"If we can’t, who else can do it rightfully?

"Su Ming’an, if you are still there at that time, who would want a human, like a God, oppressing them? But if you are in control, what could be a more fitting approach?"

Su Ming’an took a breath.

...Why would Noel talk about this today?

...Are these things that can be mentioned openly? Is this the right time to say it?

He shifted his gaze to Noel, pushing the wheelchair with one hand, almost at level with him—he suddenly saw in Noel’s eyes, vague indiscernible patterns.

The cold air penetrated his throat and filled his lungs.

"—So." Noel, too, turned his head—

He looked at Su Ming’an with those eyes that had at some point become vividly red:

"We only have one future, Su Ming’an, and I have already seen it.

After the end of the World Game, the best approach is for you—to become the ’Dawn’ that judges everything."

Rainwater trickled down Noel’s lightly blinking eyelashes.

In Noel’s eyes was a stark blood red.

Su Ming’an suddenly recalled on the airship, the Hawk Hound leader Kaskining Feiluo, and the blood red in the eyes of that row of mechanical soldiers.

The meaning of [Ta Wei Invasion] is that other dimensional worlds are invading the current world.

Dangerous spatial turbulence would occur, machine programs would be disrupted, residents would gradually be changed into beings different from before, and their pupils would turn blood red.

...But.

His pupils trembled violently.

A possibility he had never considered arose from the bottom of his heart.

Wait...

...

...Who says a Player can’t be invaded by [Ta Wei]?

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