The eraser is a hemolytic agent, so of course the pigment is blood.
"Although there should be many blood bags in the hospital, I didn't find any in the previous scenes," Abyss told the audience. "So the paint should be made of my blood."
The task prompt in the upper right corner flickered, slowly glowing red as if to indicate that Abyss had guessed correctly.
[Main mission: Complete the final painting (4/5). 】
Since the painting props have been completely found, all the task prompts at this time are only this one line.
Abyss needs to use his own blood to complete this last painting.
"After...after exploring the previous rooms, we already know that this copy tells the story of a painter who was ill." Abyss felt that the psychological pressure was a bit high, and he tried to talk more to the audience.
"His family has been forcing him to become a professional drawing expert, but he just wants to draw the things he likes. Rather than using the most advanced electronic drawing board, he prefers to use real brushes to paint what he wants. Picture.”
"Everyone rejected him. When he came to the hospital, he finally met a nurse who would encourage him, but that was just a scam so that he could better accept the limbic system repair surgery."
"He never received any encouragement, he never received any blessings in his life."
As he recalls the previous game experience, Abyss once again enters the protagonist's heart.
Abyss recounted the story he understood in a calm tone.
"Actually, I didn't understand this part of mental illness in the past. I thought they were just sick and always doing useless work. But now I can understand them a little bit. Compared to us, these people really love their lives and their lives. There are colors inside that are beyond our reach.”
At this time, he no longer felt that painting with his own blood was a scary thing.
People who don't understand all of this will certainly find it terrifying. This game simply instigates players to do all kinds of outrageous things.
But when he understood all this, he felt that it was just a sad charity game.
"No way, the anchor really picked up the knife."
"This game almost completely restores the real senses, and the host is a man."
Abyss found that he had unknowingly picked up the scalpel and slit his wrist.
The blood flowed into the small bucket on the ground and continued to collect.
When the blood vessel was first cut, he didn't feel much pain, but as the blood drained, he began to feel numbness in the wound, and then a burning pain.
It was too late for him to stop at this point, and the game system prevented him from fainting at this time.
Even if other anchors are lucky enough to play this part, they won't be able to faint. Players will feel the most direct mental stimulation here, but the emotional value that should have dropped to a dangerous value still remains stable and is forcibly locked by the game.
Although Abyss was calm enough, his trembling hands betrayed his unexpressed fear.
Taking the brush, he dipped it in the blood.
The sticky texture even made Abyss feel like he was dipping French fries into ketchup.
Just like the last meal last time, Abyss also found that he could not control his thoughts. Another thought was forcefully inserted into his brain, causing him to constantly have strange thoughts.
How could he think of ketchup on his own at this moment?
It would be impossible to eat ketchup again in the future, and Abyss felt a little nauseous.
The hand holding the brush began to smear on the drawing paper uncontrollably.
"Now I can't control my hand, and I don't know what it will draw in the end. Now I have entered a pure plot experience and cannot make any control." Abyss has not forgotten to explain to the audience, after experiencing the last time Live broadcast, he became somewhat calmer when faced with this situation.
Blood-red paint is smeared on the black canvas. After a few simple strokes, everyone can already see the content of the painting.
This is a self-portrait of Abyss. To everyone's surprise, this painting is not realistic at all, but it can be seen through the abstract and simple lines that this is Abyss.
Moreover, the painting conveys more information than the photo. Although drawn with blood, the characters drawn are not gloomy at all. Abyss in the painting looks more positive, his eyes are full of love for life, and he is more determined.
"Is this Abyss?"
"Is this painting of another person?"
In reality, Abyss is immersed in game live broadcasts all year round, so his image is a bit sloppy, his eyes are loose, and his energy is listless.
"No, actually it looks a lot like Abyss."
“When he usually gives us live broadcasts, I always have a very positive impression.”
"Compared to other anchors, isn't he already strong enough to almost pass the level?"
Abyss saw his true self in this painting.
More than ever, the evaluations given to him by others and the results of the psychological evaluation given by doctors hit his heart more directly.
The person in the painting is the real him, the real him that no one has ever seen.
"Although this... is just a game, I don't believe that this painting can be automatically generated by a program, so the artist who drew this portrait for me must exist. He may have drawn templates for various portrait types, Then the player’s personal information is matched, and the facial features are fine-tuned by the program.”
"I want to meet this painter."
Abyss felt his face wet, and unknowingly, tears were streaming down his face as he looked at this painting.
At the same time, the wound on his wrist continued to lose blood, and Abyss already felt a strong sense of dizziness.
In the upper right corner of the field of vision, a row of small red characters appeared.
[Spirit value: 30. 】
Zhi——
[You have broken through your own bottom line and achieved the achievement of "crying out". 】
[The mission is completed and you will be logged out of the game. 】
Abyss has ended today's live broadcast, but everyone's comments have not stopped and are constantly being refreshed.
"This painting is so amazing, I'm going to go in and play around with it to see if I can get my own self-portrait."
"The immersive feeling of this game is great."
"So the artist ended up committing suicide while completing the last painting?"
"Why does the story of the protagonist of this game look so much like a former patient of mine?"
"I can't understand what this game is trying to express. It's just the moans of the weak."
"It seems I shouldn't waste my time on this crappy game."
"Shut up, you emotionless cripple."
"Hey, the disabled are the ones with rich emotions, right?"
"I have no legs. What does a disabled person mean to you? Stop using this curse!!
The download volume of "Wonderful World" began to grow explosively. It seemed that in an instant, the magic of this game spread throughout all circles and became a phenomenon-level game.
Players began to repost their self-portraits to show their true selves.
Even if Regido of Philip Company secretly manipulates the background data, deletes a lot of popularity, and limits the traffic, he cannot control the download volume contributed by players.
