First Player

Chapter 5 · "I will give you to Lu Shu."

"——Theodore, your treatment has caused emotional overload on many people. The Dawn System has judged that you are not suitable for this job, and you have been fired!"

With a stern verdict, a briefcase was thrown out. Lu Shu left the psychological consultation office with a sullen face, hugging the bag.

He couldn't wait to get into the gap. He thought that if he continued to stay in this position, he could at least give Su Ming'an some help, but now he doesn't even have a job...

"Counseled 78 cases, including 517 cases of emotional deterioration. You are really a genius psychological counselor." When passing by the tea room, he heard a colleague laugh.

In just five days, the mood of half of the patients deteriorated... This was the first case in a century, and the level of failure could be written into the annals of history.

"Get lost." Lu Shu left the high-rise building in a very bad mood - was he that bad at talking?

Normally, Su Mingan would memorize everything he said about how to conquer NPCs. In the past few days, he has been explaining the lighthouse theory to criminals one by one. Why haven't those criminals been reformed?

He stood blankly at the traffic light at the intersection, watching the pedestrians coming and going.

The smell of roasted sweet potatoes and fried chicken steaks filled the air, the lights of the CCTV Tower twinkled like stars, and the children carrying schoolbags jumped up and down on the street... This familiar city scene reminded him of Life on Zhai Star.

Before his home was destroyed by fire, he lived in a small city. He went to temple fairs and parks, studied in school, held his parents' hands in shopping malls, and saw the bustling lights of the city at night.

After nine years of education, he never went to school again, but he clearly remembered Zhai Xing's fireworks world, every street in the small city... and every period of life he spent with his family.

He lowered his head and rummaged through the briefcase in his hand. Papers of various psychological reports were stacked on top of each other.

... He was in a daze, as if he had seen a medical notice handed to him by the doctor on the day he came of age.

… He once counted his fallen hair in front of the mirror, just like counting the few remaining years of his life on a calendar.

He was unwilling to die, he wanted to avenge his parents, but humans are helpless before this disease and could only accept their fate. He returned to the city where he went to junior high school.

In that huge city, he didn't know how to use a mobile phone or scan codes to pay. Everything in modern society seemed out of touch with him who had lived in the suburbs for a long time.

He had no money and no one he knew well. When it rained, he could only hide in the bridge hole and sleep with the black knife in his arms. When the weather was fine, he would stand in the open space and practice swinging the knife. Later, he found a shabby building to survive, and made money by teaching some rich second-generation children how to use knives.

Those days were the time when he was most confused and hated his powerlessness the most. All night long, he could only dream of his deceased parents and the building burning in the wind and rain. After waking up, I could only feel that my body was getting worse and worse, and I couldn't even lift a knife.

Even if he died of illness, he didn't want to stop breathing like a zombie in bed. If he wanted to die, he would die with a knife.

He vaguely knew why Measurement City arranged for him to be a psychological counselor. He did have serious mental illness. The teacher had approached his parents about this, but the family was conservative and didn't know much about it, so he didn't. treat.

The copy arranged such an identity for him... was it mocking him? Laughing at his fragmented first half of life? Or laugh at his possible subsequent sad fate?

He didn't know.

All he knew was that such misfortune was not enough to crush him.

As he was about to die, the world game began.

He wandered blindly through the first half of the first world. I plan to wait until the end of the year before continuing with my previous life.

Of course, it would be best if we could rise up and find out the truth and take revenge after returning to Zhai Xing...

But can World Games heal his body that is on the verge of collapse? Can he stick to this rule of clearing everything after death? Can he, a young man who has been targeted, rise up despite being watched?

If you can't get anything, it's best not to have too many expectations in the first place.

…

...Then in the first world, with almost nothing, he met Su Mingan.

Many people told him that the man's name was - [Player No. 1].

[First Player] means the strongest - the strongest in the world.

Lu Shu suddenly realized that if the other party was the strongest, then would his vision, his motivation to live, his purpose of revenge for his family... be finally satisfied?

He heard the other party's theory of grading and spotlighting.

That theory... is almost exactly the same as what his most respected elder, his late grandfather, said.

His family has almost blind faith and obedience to their elders.

At that moment...he suddenly understood that he had found a way to live.

In such a huge, blind city full of mediocre people.

In such a hopeless, peaceful life where you can see the end at a glance.

He found a companion who could walk with him.

No matter how much people say he licks, how much he looks like a dog, or what joking words they use to describe him, he doesn't care about the eyes of the world. In this life, one has to find a reason to live.

He has found it.

In his and that person's eyes——

They all obviously have the will to die.

[Don’t be nervous... Su Mingan, the number one player. I'm fascinated by your theory. 】

【so what? 】

[I decided to follow you. I like people who always have the future in mind. I like you. I think you deserve to be my light. 】

…

Lu Shu took a step forward.

He walked across the zebra crossing and headed outside the city - since he had lost his job as a psychological counselor, he was going to find Su Mingan.

The ninth world is the world closest to Zhai Xing's scene. This moved many players to tears, and they even forgot that they were in a world game, and began to abandon tasks and go shopping to reminisce about this "taste of home."

"...Are they all gathered over there?"

"Yes, it's not just us, there are also remote control legions... Fengcheng... I heard there are..."

"It's not that...the first player..."

"..."

Suddenly, Lu Shu turned around.

Through the crowd, he heard these broken words.

There are players hidden among the crowd, and in what direction they are gathering. Most importantly, they mentioned "Player One."

He was Theodore now, and others could not recognize him. He simply followed the discussion and headed in an increasingly remote direction.

Here is an abandoned construction site, where a group of gathered players sit on stacked rubber tires and bite into oden in their hands.

...I have to say, this scene is quite hilarious.

"People should be here almost." Sitting on the highest tire, a blond man with blue eyes squinted his eyes and held a donut in his mouth.

Hundreds of people have gathered downstairs in this unfinished area. From the grilled sausages, fried chicken steaks, plum juice and other items in their hands, it can be seen that they are a group of players. They ate while walking, their mouths completely occupied.

"Almost, there are only so many people who have received the signal." Next to the blond man, a 1.8-meter-tall Western woman with a long black ponytail whispered in her ear.

She is Natalie, who used to be a female agent of the North Country and an official bodyguard of the North Country. Now she is mainly responsible for keeping an eye on the blond man to prevent him from showing symptoms of mental disorder.

The blond man was about to speak, but there was still a commotion below.

"Holy crap! Who's eating stinky tofu and snail noodles! The taste is awesome!"

"——Why does it still smell like roasted durian? Ugh... Big brother, my big brother, can we have something human food?"

"I'm so happy to be able to return to such a modern city and feel like I'm home. It would be great if we were still in Zhaixing..."

This is the bad thing about players. They don't obey anyone. Even if someone possesses a high-status NPC, they will all be treated equally in the eyes of the players.

"Ahem." The blond man cleared his throat into the microphone on the side of his face.

After a while, the players finally became quiet.

They wanted to see what a person wanted to do after putting so much effort into contacting a group of players.

"Everyone." The blond man said in shock: "——I found Su Ming'an's movements."

As soon as these words came out, there were many voices below, some were surprised and some were questioning. Lu Shu frowned slightly.

"Many people know that he is in the edge zone, but don't know the specific location? The lady next to me with radar skills can locate his specific coordinates." The blond man said.

"Who are you?" someone asked.

"Don't care who I am, I will just tell you lucky people his coordinates." The blond man said.

"Huh, do you think everyone is the same as you and wants to target the number one player?"

"...It's just that I don't want to wade into this muddy water. I don't know how I will be scolded by the audience."

"I will go to the World Channel to speak now and ask the number one player to stay away."

Some people left the rally, and some people spoke on the World Channel. Most of these speeches fell into the sea. There were too many people speaking on the World Channel, and there was even a lot of false information.

The blond man just smiled silently, watching all this, with a hint of nervous pleasure in his smile.

He knows that even if someone is unwilling to do such a thing, there will eventually be someone who will support it.

He understands human nature too deeply, too deeply. Even those who really liked Su Ming'an, some of them stayed. They wanted to meet celebrities and mixed with those who had malicious intentions.

…

【City of Measurement·Edge Area】

There were swaying figures outside the door, and a mechanical army had appeared not far away.

"Come back! You can't go out now, you'll get in trouble." When Xiaomei heard the search, she immediately pulled Su Ming'an and pulled him back to the wheelchair.

"It's okay, I can go." Su Mingan said.

Suddenly, the unconscious man on the ground opened his eyes, and Xiaomei's father woke up.

The man stared at Su Mingan's wheelchair and suddenly realized something.

"——Hey, the city lord is here——" The man stood up suddenly and reported the news outside. He shouted so fast and fiercely that Su Mingan didn't even have time to stop him.

The next moment, a white light flashed, and a white shadow suddenly appeared.

Following a space-shattering light, the man fell silently, and the sound stopped abruptly.

[HP-1 suppression! )]

"Meow~"

The white fat dumpling clattered to the ground, and it pulled up the sheet to wipe its paws.

...so timely.

Su Mingan realized that he still lacked a concealed skill that could quickly kill the enemy. The range of space vibration is too large, and the attack range of Oblivion is too short. If the white cat hadn't jumped out, the voice would have shouted out.

"Dad!" Xiaomei knelt down. She felt the man's pulse tremblingly. When she found that he was not dead, she breathed a sigh of relief.

Even if they are no longer human, they are still relatives. Some things are disgusting but they cannot be let go.

"You stay and take care of her." Su Mingan said to the white cat.

Xiaomei is related to TE2 and she doesn't want to leave, so we can't let her be bullied. Keeping a white cat with over a thousand combat capabilities would at least ensure her safety, but the white cat was useless anyway.

The white cat's hair suddenly exploded. It didn't want to take care of a little girl at all.

"If you don't stay, I won't give you food in the future." Su Mingan said.

The white cat looked indifferent.

"If you don't stay, I will lock you up forever and won't let you fight." Su Mingan said.

The white cat still didn't care, and even shook its fluffy tail. It was not afraid of this threat at all.

"...I will give you to Lu Shu." Su Ming'an said.

The white cat jumped up instantly.

It leaned against Xiaomei's feet, and the anger in its eyes clearly said, "Don't give me to Lu Shu!"

...It’s so annoying, Lu Shu.

Su Mingan glanced at Xiaomei and opened the door.

"You..." Xiaomei looked blankly at Su Ming'an who took the initiative to go out.

Su Mingan looked at the approaching mechanical army: "I didn't do anything wrong. Just let them 'please' me to go back."