"Xiao Shanzhu~ Are you nearby~ Xiao Shanzhu~"
Shi Ying’s singing voice was getting closer.
Su Ming’an walked in her direction, the toxic gas dense, unsure of the distance.
He proceeded cautiously, knowing he could step on a corpse if he wasn’t careful.
At this mont, he felt he had kicked sothing and looked down, only to find a living person.
A young man wearing a baseball cap, with handso features and eyes like a ragdoll cat’s blue eyes, his abdon covered in blood.
He was too severely injured to speak properly, clutching at Su Ming’an’s pant leg.
Su Ming’an leaned in, but couldn’t make out what he was saying.
"You’re... Zhou Sheng?" Su Ming’an barely recalled the man’s na from his mory, appearing in the third round of the Disciple Ga, a celebrity, but not outstanding, just an ordinary person.
Suddenly, a familiar voice rang out.
...
[Healing this person is a breeze!]
[Great Emperor’s Healing Skill, activate!]
[Point requirent: 10 points (Points > 10 points, healing successful. Points
[The points you rolled: 13 points.]
...
A golden ripple arose, and Su Ming’an’s wound gradually healed, Zhou Sheng also gradually able to speak.
... This healing is very similar to Qianqin’s ability. Could it be that the War God Dragon King Narration is crafted by gathering all participants’ abilities, thus making it applicable to any scenario!?
Su Ming’an was imdiately stunned by this thought.
"Help... help ..." Zhou Sheng gasped. Even though he could talk, his injuries were still too severe, with only a few breaths left:
"Help ... give the paper star in my pocket to soone..."
His blood-stained hand trembled as he took out a blood-stained paper star and handed it to Su Ming’an.
"To give to whom? A relative? A friend?" Su Ming’an asked.
Zhou Sheng coughed a few tis, gasping: "...an online friend."
An online friend?
"I ca to... et an online friend. Luowasha is too big, we’ve always been separated by mountains and rivers, unable to et... But my online friend told ... she is famous in the ga."
"I wanted... to see her, so I joined the ga..."
"Luowasha’s fandom craze... is too pathological... To beco famous... I had to eat explosively spicy peppers... even wear revealing clothes, and sleep with high-level nobles... I’m... in so much pain..."
"But only she... would... comfort ... She doesn’t know I’m a celebrity, she just comforts as a person..."
"Give the paper star to her."
"She’s very gentle, introverted, and shy... I don’t know her real na, only that... her eyes are beautiful, like flas..."
Zhou Sheng couldn’t stop coughing, the blood he spat out already blackened.
"I have things to do and can only try to look for her along the way. After all, I don’t know who your online friend is." Su Ming’an said.
"That’s... enough." Zhou Sheng gradually stopped being able to speak, barely raising his hand, pointing at his wristband.
As if afraid Su Ming’an wouldn’t understand, he pointed repeatedly.
Su Ming’an glanced at it, Zhou Sheng’s survival ti was down to a minute: "Keep it, I don’t need it."
He pocketed the paper star, hearing Zhou Sheng’s raspy thank you.
...
Tian Ying was humming a song, having already caught onto Su Ming’an’s footsteps, feeling a sickly joy in her heart, like a cat playing with a mouse.
At this mont, she felt she kicked sothing and looked down. It was a young man on his last breath, wearing a baseball cap, with a pair of blue eyes showing.
Being stared at by those eyes, Tian Ying suddenly felt an unusual discomfort.
"Don’t block the way~" She aid at the person’s forehead and fired a shot.
"Bang!"
The skull shattered, leaving the corridor silent.
She wiped the blood off her face and finally saw Su Ming’an within the thick poison gas.
"Found you." Tian Ying walked in light steps, grabbing Su Ming’an’s hand.
At this mont, a crimson tea flower was presented to her.
Su Ming’an smiled, offering the flower and looking at her: "I’ve been waiting for you for a long ti."
"Hmm?" Not receiving the expected fear, Tian Ying raised her eyebrows: "Aren’t you afraid?"
"Of course not." Su Ming’an smiled: "How about we do sothing interesting?"
"Oh?" Tian Ying was intrigued: "What kind of thing?"
"Hunting." Su Ming’an smiled: "Chasing those weak ones, enjoying the expressions of their fear and despair, and when they cry bitterly, shooting their heads, relishing the blood splatter..."
He did his utmost to imagine himself as a psychopath, uttering extrely perverted words to gain Tian Ying’s acceptance. This was challenging, for he considered himself a normal person.
"Wow~" Tian Ying whistled: "You’re very charming and your words are pleasant. If we returned to reality, I would certainly pursue you."
"Oh?" Su Ming’an raised an eyebrow.
"So, I really, really..." Tian Ying suddenly and without warning drew her gun, aid it at Su Ming’an’s forehead, and smiled brightly: "Really want to see you splatter blood, it must be more beautiful than anyone’s!"
... I underestimated people like you, didn’t expect your madness to have such unique characteristics.
Su Ming’an’s smile didn’t change, but his thoughts turned rapidly.
Using the flowers as cover, he suddenly thrust his hands towards her!
"Bang!"
The gun’s aim went astray, hitting Su Ming’an’s right chest. Tian Ying seized Su Ming’an’s shoulders, swiftly twisting to leverage and dissipate the force. Su Ming’an stumbled for a few steps but managed to regain his balance, though the paper star fell out.
Upon seeing the paper star, Tian Ying’s gaze turned vacant for a mont, standing still. Seizing the opportunity, Su Ming’an turned and fled.
Tian Ying did not pursue.
She crouched down, picked up the paper star, and gently unfolded it.
On the colorful paper, there was a line of neat handwriting: [I’ve always wanted to et you. Online, your daily conversations with healed my pain. When I et you, I want to give you the most beautiful flowers and tell you, I... like you.]
Her eyes trembled, her lips gently parted: "Is... it you?"
She looked distantly towards Su Ming’an.
...
"Cough, cough cough cough...!" Su Ming’an clutched his chest.
As an ordinary player, having to complete highly difficult tasks is like a child from the Newbie Village facing the Great Demon King, taking every step with risk.
[Perception] has no attack power, and [War God Dragon King Narration] is too passive, leaving him without controllable active attack thods.
Entering a safe house, Su Ming’an sat down and glanced at the survival ti nearing its end.
There’s no helping it now, he couldn’t resist the poison gas any longer, and the survival ti was insufficient.
... Then let see, Supre Lord.
See if the ga you created will truly kill , leading to a reload point.
Wang Xingkong’s identity ability is [Perception], the prop is [Infinite Bouquet], Su Liujin’s identity ability is [War God Dragon King Narration], the prop is [Book].
While waiting, Su Ming’an took out this "book". Previously, he thought it was an ordinary book, but after using the "Infinite Bouquet" several tis, he believed Su Liujin’s prop couldn’t be ordinary.
Opening the book, it appeared to be a fairy tale on the surface, telling the story of a red-robed boy returning to the sea. But Su Ming’an flipped through each page carefully and finally found a clue.
There were inner pages.
He tore the pages to find the thin inner page.
...
["I long for soone to love fiercely till death, so that I understand that love and death are equally grand."]
[For the Lighthouse Jellyfish, love and death are equivalent.]
[The secret to the Lighthouse Jellyfish’s eternal life might touch upon the world’s underlying logic, like the Law of Conservation of Energy.]
[A small body, neither a god nor from the high dinsions, how can it create a god from re flesh and blood?]
[I suspect that this is essentially the sa concept as the "forced level-up" in the world ga. After all, for an ordinary person, it’s impossible to suddenly beco stronger just by killing a few zombies. But players don’t need years of training, they just need to kill monsters to quickly beco stronger—this is very similar to how the Lighthouse Jellyfish helps people level up quickly.]
[I think players are energy transfer platforms between the world ga and instances. Players’ interference, alteration, and contamination of instances help the world ga absorb energy from them. As feedback, the world ga leaves so energy for the players to help them quickly improve.]
[Therefore, I believe that the Lighthouse Jellyfish is the energy transfer platform between Luowasha and the locals.]
[This is my purpose. This is the reason for my existence.]
[I’m probably not a pure natural life form, but rather a kind of prop, an artificial creation.]
[This ans I might not be able to simply beco an innocent, naive jellyfish.]
[...Maybe.]
[Maybe, until the ti of the blue seas and blue skies they talk about.]
...
There are a few more words on the back, but the style is completely disconnected from the preface.
...
[The Jellyfish Emperor is here!]
[Haha, you small fries, why don’t you hurry and kneel for rcy! The future of Luowasha will surely be led by the Jellyfish Emperor!]
[Today, yet another group of humble servants admired the emperor, praying for his blessings. The emperor generously blessed them, allowing them to rise step by step!]
[Maid Xiao Bi told the emperor that once he dons the radiant Crystal Crown, he will be crowned as emperor. After the coronation, the emperor indeed felt refreshed, as if everything was under control!]
[Minister Xiao Xi told the emperor that as long as he regularly underwent the emperor’s trials, he could nurture the emperor’s energy step by step, making all races in the world submit! Ah, the taste of the trial is really not bad, the emperor only felt the aura throughout his body beco smooth, his veins opening wide!]
[Guard Xiao Mu told the emperor that if the emperor encountered difficulties, he could tell him. What a joke! The emperor is omnipotent, how could he have any hardships?]
[In fact, the emperor does not want to make all races in the world submit, but has a more grand ambition—I, the Jellyfish Emperor, will destroy the tiless food chain, overturn the world, to showcase the emperor’s prestige!]
[Sigh, the emperor’s life is so perfect, it’s really enviable, who let the emperor be favored by the world from birth? Who let the emperor be so outstanding? (jellyfish sticking out tongue.jpg)]
...
"Does the Jellyfish Emperor have a split personality?" Su Ming’an was dumbfounded.
The opening was so calm and collected, yet the following text returned to the usual emperor style.
He put away the book, leaned against the wall, and closed his eyes.
"Beep beep, beep beep." The wristband emitted a bright red warning light, as his survival ti gradually approached zero.
Su Ming’an’s vision darkened in an instant, as if he was falling into a cold death.
After a bout of turbulence, he still retained his senses. He slightly opened his eyes and saw multi-colored disheveled hair and an evil ghost mask. Dragging him was the executioner who had once flashed by him.
"Your survival ti has run out, you are out." The executioner’s voice was very cold.
...But he didn’t die from a headshot.
"Where are you taking ?" Su Ming’an’s voice was very light.
"To personally execute you," the executioner said.
After dragging him to a room, Su Ming’an regained a bit of vision. He looked around; this room... was very much like Su Liujin’s initial room.
Oil paintings, carpets, full-length mirror.
To Su Ming’an’s surprise, there was a blood-red pattern drawn on the carpet, like a sacrificial array, and around it were placed incense and candles.
"Click" sounded as the gun was loaded, the executioner slowly raised the gun and aid it at Su Ming’an.
Su Ming’an had a feeling that the executioner’s actions were very slow, as if waiting for sothing.
What else could the executioner be waiting for?
Waiting... waiting for Su Ming’an to strike back?
A voice suddenly sounded by his ear:
...
[The emperor is in a life-threatening crisis and must resist!]
[A re executioner, nothing more, the emperor can defeat with a single strike!]
[Please cast...]
However, sothing strange happened.
The normally high-spirited narration was now particularly struggling, as if it didn’t want to attack the executioner.
[Please cast a die...]
But, the die still ca down.
...
[Required points: 2 points (points > 2 points, attack successful. points
[The points you rolled: 5 points.]
...
Su Ming’an moved his body, dodged the bullet, and delivered a chop to the back of the executioner’s neck.
With a "wa" sound, Su Ming’an coughed up a large amount of blood; enduring the poison gas for too long in addition to the bullet in his chest, this body simply couldn’t hold out any longer.
With his last ounce of strength, he quickly lifted off the executioner’s mask.
A pale, soft, tranquil face. A few golden strands of hair drifted beside the ear, like gold.
Su Ming’an initially didn’t recognize it until he pried open this person’s eyelids and saw the color of the pupils, only then did he confirm this person’s identity.
—Hui Bei.
It turned out to be Hui Bei...?
Su Ming’an’s face was pale, having lost too much blood, he finally sat down on the ground.
At the mont he fell, the sacrificial array on the carpet glowed a scarlet light.
A familiar sensation of darkness swept over him, as he welcod death.
However, ti did not reverse.
A crisp voice rang out.
...
[You are dead.]
[Hm, hm, but don’t be afraid, the emperor’s backup plan has finally been triggered.]
[After years of dormancy, finally a coback! The emperor’s blade is already eager!]
[Now! Let everything reverse! Ga start!!!]
...
In a daze, Su Ming’an saw a white figure.
He was lying in an endless ocean, as if he had been drifting here for a long ti.
There was a clear shoe print on his back, left by who knows whom.
He wore a pink jellyfish hairpin, roughly made but beautiful.
He was draped in a crimson and gold-patterned silk cloth, like fresh blood.
In his hand, he held a colorful clown mask of the Shitposter Demon.
In his arms, he cradled a small, bright red wooden box.
He opened his eyes.
They were a pair of golden pupils, like an ancient sword box slowly opening, revealing the dazzling sharpness within.
At this mont, Su Ming’an had a feeling of directly facing the emperor, no longer was it the playful narration or the bragging in stories, but a genuine sense of sharpness.
Like a sharp pair of scissors, cutting through the fog.
The young man stood up from the sea, walked to him, stretched out a damp palm, golden pupils staring at him, seeming to say.
Co, let’s witness the original story together.
...
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