[I am the god who represents reincarnation and incompleteness. 】
【I love you because I love the world. 】
[The key is in front of that door. 】
[If you turn around. 】
【Please see me, hold me tight, believe me. 】
[Time is short, years are fleeting. 】
[Delusional person, I will make time stop for you. 】
[——"Jiu Shen·Reincarnation Notes"]
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"Cough, cough, cough, cough!"
Several heavy coughs sounded.
Su Mingan, who had just opened his eyes, took a breath and inhaled the smell of dust.
The air had a dryness to it, as if he was sucking in volcanic ash, and a dry, grainy feeling went straight into his throat.
"Cough cough cough..." He coughed heavily, moved his hand to the side of the hard bed, lifted up the thin quilt, and brought out the system mirror.
It seems that this is still a role-playing world. His appearance at this time is not his own, but it looks somewhat similar to him.
The person in the mirror has black hair and black eyes, which are a little red due to violent coughing. Overall, he looks like a young man. His appearance looks very young, he should be no more than twenty-five years old.
He wiped the tears from his eyes and noticed a name floating above his head.
Take a closer look and you will see that it is exactly the three characters "Su Mingan". There is a bracket after it: (This name is only visible to the player).
It seems that even in a role-playing world, other players will know which player this person is, and there will be no situation where players pretend to be NPCs to deceive other players.
The barrage has already announced the time, and I am beginning to look forward to what is going on in this world:
[Looks like a medieval background. 】
[It’s so dark outside the window. The brightness of the environment is not very high. There seems to be something black floating in the air... Is it smog? 】
[Su Mingan seems to be possessed by a poor boy? It’s really rare that before, he was either a world-famous Saint Master or the God of Yunshang City who once saved the world. I thought he would always adopt this aristocratic tone. 】
[Is this a plot about a down-and-out nobleman turning back and slapping him in the face? I'm starting to look forward to it...]
[But this time, there will no longer be a eldest lady shouting "There is no woman who likes you more than me in this world", and no one will call him "Rin" anymore. When he woke up this time, there was no one around him...]
[No one will call "Captain" in the live broadcast room anymore...]
[Hey, hey, are you finished? Stop, stop, stop! 】
【……】
"Ahem! Ahem..."
Su Mingan wiped his face.
He didn't expect that as soon as he opened his eyes, he would be greeted by a violent cough that couldn't stop even now, as if his throat was blocked by something.
Seeing that the situation was getting worse, he immediately unscrewed the mineral water in his backpack and poured it down his throat quickly. After moistening his throat, he felt that the strange foreign body feeling in his throat had disappeared a lot.
...Did he gasp too hard when he opened his eyes?
He stood up and followed the crisp sound of an object falling to the ground that he heard before he opened his eyes.
Opening the door, he saw a rusty key lying on the stone steps in front of him.
It must have been the sound of the key falling to the ground just now. I don't know who threw it here.
He did not rush to pick up the key, but first raised his head and looked at the environment outside the door.
The first thing that caught his eye was a bright red figure.
It was a figure covered in red robes, standing outside the door with his back to him.
The sky that the man in red robe faced was not a normal night, but had a strong sense of foreboding.
It was as if there was dark ink smeared on the sky, smearing the originally silent colors in different shades, as if some twisted living creature was struggling and rolling in the sky, which made people look a little sick.
Under the sky, dark fluid material like rugged rocks piled up all around like hills, completely enveloping the world like solidified mud. Even the trees on the side were wrapped in dark black mist.
This is a forest-like area. However, those trees were pure black in color, as if they were stained by sludge, and even the leaves were dead black, like dead cicada sloughs, without any breath of life.
The house where Su Mingan lives is a wooden house in the mountains. The black mud was like a large garbage dump, almost surrounding the wooden house.
It was past twelve o'clock in the morning, late at night, and the light at night was very poor. Only a black moon hanging in the sky reflected a little faint light, allowing him to barely see the scene outside the wooden house.
"Cough, cough, cough..." Su Mingan took another breath, choked on the black particles in the air, and began to cough violently.
Judging from the current situation, the environment in this world is definitely not good. Not to mention the weird sludge that spread all over the world, even the air quality seemed to be filled with smog, and it was still a visible black haze.
…It’s like a “polluted” world.
He walked out of the room while coughing, and the wooden door made a squeaking sound, as if he was about to be inferred by this.
He raised his eyelids, and his vision was filled with thick mud. He took steps, as if he was marching hard in a world surrounded by black mud.
And in the darkness, the man in blood-red robes before him remained motionless.
The vast, dark sky lay behind the man, and under the darkness of dense dark clouds, the figure looked thin and thin.
However, the color on that person's body was extremely bright, like a beating, bright fire in the dark night, stubbornly blooming the most dazzling brilliance in the dark.
The man in red robe just stood there quietly, unable to get close to the particles floating around him, like a flame dispelling the haze, like a crumbling blood-red flag.
——As if he was fighting this dark world silently with his own strength.
I do not know how it is.
It was obviously just an insignificant figure.
When Su Ming'an saw the other person standing under the rolling darkness, he actually felt as if the other person was fighting against the entire world.
It was like seeing Zhang Ying's epic oil painting engraved in his mind. It's like making people hold their breath unconsciously, not wanting to break this artistic feeling.
The extraordinarily bright red was quickly reflected in his eyes, like a fierce fire burning in his eyes.
While approaching the man in red robe, Su Mingan heard the system's familiar world start prompt.
【Welcome all players to the eighth world! 】
[World name: Divine Festival]
[Basic mission for all players: Please work with your "guide" and do your best to survive until the last moment of this world! 】
[Player’s personal advanced mission: (Decided according to the role played by the player, and is being issued...)]
[Perfect pass: (will be opened when the player survives to the "final stage")]
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"Ding dong!"
[The mission of the person in power: pretending to be an NPC (Boss Rabbit), inspecting the world’s venues, current progress: 1/100]
[Task reward: Advancement of status as "the person in power". 】
[Punishment for mission failure: The status of "power holder" will be reduced to the second level. 】
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At this time, Su Mingan observed through the small split screen that the shadow-transformed boss rabbit had begun to wander around the venue. There is an invisible barrier around Ying's body that can help him separate from the black mist floating in the air. Perhaps this is Ying's unique understanding of space abilities.
"Cough, cough..."
Su Mingan paid attention to it for a while, and then quickly withdrew his attention. While coughing, he felt his temples twitching. He seemed to have a bad premonition.
He drank mineral water, rubbed his temples, and stepped down the last stone step, intending to say hello to the "guide" standing in front of his house. If nothing else happened, this person should be the guide he matched. , I don’t know what ability the other party has.
He was already prepared not to go back and choose again if the opponent's ability was not particularly impressive. After all, re-selection is no different from blind selection. Maybe you will be matched with a worse leader. It’s hard to equate the consequences of repeated deaths with the rewards.
He coughed violently, and after a few coughs, he felt that he had finally coughed up the grainy sensation.
He learned a lesson and decided to avoid taking deep or rapid breaths in this world to avoid choking to death.
"Are you my guide...?" He asked and walked towards the man in red robe.
However, while taking steps, he suddenly felt that something was wrong with his vision.
Normally, there are two bars on the left side of his field of vision, one green and one blue. The green bar represents health and the blue bar represents mana. But now, he saw a long, bright orange-red strip slowly emerging from under the two.
"..." Su Mingan frowned, and his originally relaxed mood was instantly messed up.
……why is it you again.
He really wanted to erase this disgusting orange-red strip that suddenly appeared.
At the same time, the system voice continued to ruthlessly broadcast in his ears:
[The eighth world includes san value (sanity value) settings. 】
[Please note: The san value is closely related to the player's mental state. If it is too high or too low, different events will be triggered, which will affect the final ending route of this world plot! 】
[Players please always pay attention to changes in san value. 】
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[san value: 90/100]
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Perhaps because Su Mingan had a good rest in the past few days, his sanity value at this time was a full 90 points, which was much better than the start of the sixth world.
But...when he saw this value, he was already in a terrible mood. No matter how high the current value of this orange bar is, it looks very annoying.
However, the appearance of san value actually seems very reasonable. After all, compared with the previous world, the world environment this time seems much darker, like a world born from the mud. Even the branches of the trees on both sides are pitch black, which is reminiscent of a terrifying black fairy tale.
Dark shadows bared their teeth and claws in the sky, as if there were living things like dark clouds struggling in the shadows. Su Mingan only took a few steps when he noticed that there seemed to be some strange voice whispering in his ear.
"……West……"
"……concern……"
"...Bai and Jiu..."
The whispering sound was so vague that one even wondered if it was the sound of wind blowing by his ears. In this extremely silent and oppressive dark night, even the sound of the wind sounded like a roar.
Just by listening carefully, Su Mingan's sanity quickly dropped by 3 points, and he immediately withdrew his attention.
Hearing the sound of Su Ming'an approaching, the man in red robe turned his head slightly, revealing a floating strand of silver thread.
The bright red robe swayed gently with the man's movements, like a flower blooming in the mud.
"Are you awake?" The man in red robe said softly, his voice hoarse.
"Are you my human guide?" Su Mingan repeated.
"Yes, I am your 'guide', adventurer." After the man in red robe finished saying this, he paused for a moment, seeming to be thinking.
The night wind gently lifted the red-robed man's robe, and a low murmur floated out of it.
"Strange." The man in red robe said, "I seem to have forgotten a lot of things..."
The man in red robe stopped talking after saying this, and seemed to have fallen into a long silence.
Su Mingan waited for a moment and saw that the man in red robe remained silent, so he asked directly:
"——So, my guide, what is your ability?"
He wanted to know what abilities the red-robed man he matched had. This was the key to success in his eighth world.
Listening to his question, the man in red robe let out a slight sigh.
The sigh was so light, like feathers floating in the night wind.
"The guides have different abilities... dolls, undead, insights, mirror images, duels, explosions... I know the other ninety-nine guides. Most of them have great powers, and they are in their own way. The field is almost invincible and omnipotent...and unfortunately, I am the most inconspicuous one among them. Being assigned to me, I can only express...I am sorry, I am sorry for you, adventurer, your chances of winning this time It’s not big.” The man in red robe said.
Su Mingan frowned slightly.
According to the rules, he has learned that "guides" seem to play a very important role in the battle situation in the eighth world. Guides will not only be responsible for guiding players, but also help players fight when necessary. If they have enough goodwill, they will even Will teach players their abilities.
If his leader's potential is insufficient and he cannot grow, he needs to change his action strategy. In fact, he can choose to go back and blindly choose a leader, at least there is a high probability that he will not choose a leader with the lowest ability.
"So, who are you?" Su Mingan still asked. He at least needed to find out the other party's name and abilities.
The figure covered in red robe finally turned around.
White hair floated on the red-robed man's forehead, revealing a pair of exceptionally clear eyes.
When he saw his appearance, the man in red robe seemed slightly startled and didn't speak for a while.
The night wind blew through the bright red hood, and the exposed eyes seemed a little red, as if they had accumulated sudden tears.
"Um..." Su Mingan was about to speak when the man in red robe seemed to be awakened, his body shook and he spoke quickly.
"My name is Siboer. My abilities cannot be used in battle at all, and I cannot win at all. If you insist on walking with me, the only thing waiting for you is death." The man in red robe wiped his hands. In the corner of his eyes, he wiped away the faint tears: "I'm sorry, maybe it's because the wind is too strong."
"It doesn't matter." Su Mingan said, "Before that, at least let me know your abilities."
He knew that he was matched with a weak player this time, and he would probably have to replace him, but before re-selecting, he at least had to let him find out the opponent's situation clearly.
At this time, some strange shadows firmly covered the face of the man in red robe, and the face of the man in red robe was firmly covered. Su Mingan could not see the real appearance of the other person clearly. He could only see a pair of light-colored Eye.
"You will only be disappointed if you hear about my abilities."
Siboer said softly:
"It's just...without any fighting ability..."
This ability seemed to be so weak that it was difficult to speak. After Siboer's voice paused for a long time, she gradually continued the following sentences:
"...It's just a 'prophecy'."
When he heard this word, Su Mingan, who was already preparing to load the file and start over, was slightly startled.
What did he just hear?
--prophecy?
"Give up victory and hide, adventurer. I'm sorry, I'm too weak. I can't defeat anyone, and I don't have direct combat power. What we will face in the end is death..."
The man in red robe turned around again, and the excessively pale skin of his hands was exposed to the black mist, making a slight "sizzling" sound.
The extra large red robe fluttered gently in the night wind, like a brightly burning fire.
...The man in red robe seemed to have returned to the silence of silently watching the night.
Like a human being holding a torch high, he is igniting the flames of war with the gods in the sky.
However, the silence at this time was even more uncomfortable.
Looking at the prophet standing alone and silent, Su Mingan stepped forward and put his arm around the other person's shoulders from behind.
He was gently hugging the other person with a force that was neither light nor heavy. His gesture was neither offensive nor alienating, as if he was giving friendly encouragement.
...prophet.
His eyes narrowed slightly.
...This is a perfect combination of abilities.
"But I need you." He approached the bright red robe and whispered softly, brushing aside his previous thoughts of substitution, and his tone was almost gentle: "Winning with me, okay?"
The red-robed man's voice trembled slightly: "Adventurer, I must remind you that I am the weakest of all, and I am the 100th-ranked leader..."
"It doesn't matter." Su Mingan opened his arms, as if standing behind the extinguished torch, taking over the tiny flame.
In the silent night, he leaned down, as if hugging a small fire.
"...because I am the number one adventurer."
He said:
“…win with me.”
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[Final Sacrifice·15th Day to Last]
[Remaining Surviving Players: 100]
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[No.1 Adventurer·Current San Value: 87 points]
[No.1 Adventurer·Current Leader: Sibor (100th Prophet·Guide)】
