"Riiiip—"
He tore off the paper and checked behind it for anything, but found nothing.
"Big bro, big bro, look, there’s a letter inside this headband..." Mo Yan’s voice rose from beside him, and Su Ming’an went over to see a letter A.
"It might be a code," Su Ming’an morized it.
"I have a photo album here..." a timid voice ca from the lectern.
Suzune ca over, in her hands was a family album of three, and on top of the album, over the parents’ heads, were two 4s.
[Acquired Prop · Family Album]
[This item can be placed in the temporary prop slot and has special effects on certain routes.]
"Mo Yan, co here, put it in your temporary prop slot," Su Ming’an said.
His own prop slot only had three spaces, which were currently filled with a doctor’s white coat, Yang Xia’s notebook, and a flashlight, leaving no room for anything else.
"Oh, okay." Mo Yan’s temporary prop slot was still empty. He quickly dragged the album into a box.
The group examined the area for a mont longer but discovered nothing else.
Su Ming’an went down to the first floor, trying to find the basent ntioned in the clues.
However, what he didn’t expect was that the door to the basent was actually behind the wall covered with inspirational slogans.
Su Ming’an saw the students Zhuang Guo and Dong Xue hurrying over, with big backpacks on their backs.
"Stop," Su Ming’an frowned. "What are you carrying?"
"Clothes, water, food, shampoo, and so of my personal items..." Zhuang Guo was quite tall, but he seed ek, as if his edges had been worn away in this high-pressure environnt. In front of Su Ming’an, who was shorter than him, he shrunk back and didn’t dare to et Su Ming’an’s gaze.
"Get rid of it," Su Ming’an said.
"Ah?"
"Get rid of it," Su Ming’an repeated.
"Get rid of it?" Zhuang Guo was stunned for a mont. "Without food or water, where will we escape to?"
"I have food, and I also have water," Su Ming’an stared at him. "We are fleeing for our lives, not going on vacation. Anything not essential for survival, you’re not allowed to bring."
He already found it troubleso to take care of two burdens.
These people were bringing so much luggage to slow them down? Did they think he was their nanny?
Side missions had nothing to do with perfect completion progress. If these people really beca a hindrance, he would rather choose to leave them behind.
Zhuang Guo stood in place, seemingly still hesitating, while Dong Xue decisively threw down her backpack.
Various sizes of mineral water bottles, books, teddy bears rolled on the ground, along with a bunch of matching patient gowns that ca loose. She didn’t carry anything on her, except for a necklace with a blood-colored gemstone around her neck.
She ca over, indicating her stance.
"I’ll listen to you, you entered reality and saved , I’ll listen to whatever you say," Dong Xue said to him, her eyes unwaveringly determined. "Yang Xia."
"I am not your girlfriend, look clearly," Su Ming’an said.
He still couldn’t believe that he was "Yang Xia." Logically, Yang Xia was a female figure fantasized and created by Dong Xue, and should have a female body, yet he undeniably had a male body.
...He didn’t know why there was such a discrepancy.
After listening to him, Dong Xue remained silent, just looking at him, the persistence in her eyes not diminished in the slightest.
She held the necklace with the blood gem, her grip slowly tightening.
Zhuang Guo also realized the situation and knew everyone had to rely on the young man in front of them for now. After hesitating for a mont, he too set down everything he had on him.
"Big bro, this wall can be moved," Mo Yan pushed the wall. "It seems like a new chanism has just appeared, I’ve tried before and couldn’t move it."
"It should be an opportunity given by the Escape Line," Su Ming’an reached out his hand.
Together, they managed to rotate the wall.
"Squeeeek—"
It wasn’t the heavy sound of movent, but rather like nails scratching a blackboard, the noise of the wall being pushed open was extraordinarily grating.
As the wall moved, a thick iron door ca into view.
The iron door had rust marks on it, and a dim greenish light shone upon it, casting everyone’s face in a pallid glow.
Above the iron door was a code lock. Su Ming’an entered the five-digit code, and successfully heard a "beep."
"Click."
The door lock made a soft noise that rang in the students’ ears like sweet music.
"...We’re really going to escape," Dong Xue murmured.
Zhuang Guo was also taking deep breaths, seemingly very excited.
Su Ming’an pulled open the door and saw the staircase leading upwards, the steps were sheathed in tal, and stepping on them made a clear sound. He looked up and saw a glow from above.
The stairway led directly to the ground.
He took the lead and walked up, followed by Mo Yan, then the three students, with Shadow trailing last. They all took light footsteps, yet could not help making loud noises on the tal, every step resounding clearly as if keeping rhythm.
Before exiting the stairway, Su Ming’an planted an eye, using the second one for this instance.
The eye landed and beca invisible; a red light and a green light appeared at the sa ti.
"It looks like we’re on the right track," said Su Ming’an, glancing at the lights.
Green indicated opportunities, while red signified danger. Such a scenario ant there was a chance for them outside, and staying in White Sand Paradise would definitely lead to danger.
The placent of the eye was also ideal; this way, if any teacher ca back later, they could find out who had returned and who would discover their departure.
The six of them continued upwards and soon reached the ground.
They were greeted by a burst of exceedingly fresh air.
Through the brilliant afternoon sun, they could see golden flowers growing in the flowerbed resembling roses, petals gleaming, illuminating the whole courtyard with a radiant light.
In the distance stood connecting blue and white long fences that enclosed the courtyard, presenting a gentle and bright color that evoked a sense of tranquility and calm.
Birds flew low in the sky, chirping crisply, circling them in flight, their feathers falling to the ground like white catkins.
In front of them was a road intersecting in a cross, leading straight past the iron fence, with a lush forest outside the fence, and a road that seed to stretch into the distance.
From here, they couldn’t see if there were any cities in the distance, only the verdant greens of the forest.
"We made it out." The students had tears in their eyes.
They were still wearing loose hospital gowns, which had almost turned white from being washed so often. Their bodies were covered with various scars left by punishnt, almost emaciated beyond recognition.
The mont they bathed in the sunlight, the mont they stepped into the outside world, tears unavoidably stread down their faces.
"Big brother, no enemies detected nearby," Mo Yan said, following behind.
Su Ming’an also looked around. There were obviously no people nearby, and the security ntioned in the clues seed to be absent. If his guess was correct, this must be the opportunity he had gained by triggering the escape line in advance.
The security guards would only co to stand guard on the third and fourth days when the teachers went out for etings at night. Logically, today was the day for Flax to teach; the security guards should not co.
"Hurry up," Su Ming’an said, and imdiately ran towards the gate and fence.
At the entrance, the security booth was indeed empty. Su Ming’an glanced inside and saw a security uniform hanging on a coat rack and a thermos cup with goji berries on the table.
Su Ming’an touched the thermos cup; it was cold, indicating that no one had been here for so ti.
... It seed they weren’t preparing to ambush them sowhere else—that was good.
He found an electric baton in the drawer.
[Obtained prop: Security Guard’s Electric Baton]
[(Security Guard’s Electric Baton): An electric baton used by security guards to discipline disobedient children. It has a certain lethality and can grant a certain combat power when given to a student who escapes with you.]
After reading the system description, he tossed the electric baton to Dong Xue.
Dong Xue caught it steadily, as if catching a treasure. Holding the electric baton, her eyes shone and she looked at him without blinking.
"I will protect you well," she said.
Su Ming’an didn’t explain anything.
Giving it to Dong Xue was the only option.
One of the other two students, Zhuang Guo, seed timid and stumbled over his words, the type who might be the first to run when danger struck. Giving a weapon to him was like throwing at buns at a dog.
He certainly couldn’t give an electric baton to the little girl Suzune, whose head still hadn’t grown tall. She wouldn’t even reach an adult’s chest when she jumped; she looked completely powerless.
Giving it to Dong Xue was the most appropriate.
She didn’t seem so foolish, a bit naive, and caught up in her fantasies, but when making decisions, she was resolute, better than the other two.
Su Ming’an turned back and looked at the locked gate and fence, where Mo Yan was vigorously trying to cut the lock with a sword.
"Hey—yah!"
Mo Yan held the sword with both hands. The fake signature that had been scratched off the blade was particularly conspicuous. He exerted his strength fiercely, and with a swing, the sword struck the iron lock, making a "clang" sound, and the blade bounced right back.
"Big brother, big brother, this is so hard! I can’t cut through it at all!" Mo Yan looked to Su Ming’an with a pleading gaze.
Su Ming’an stepped forward and examined the lock. There were no password chanisms on the lock; it looked like sothing that had to be forcefully broken.
"Let open it," he said, extending his hand as a flicker of annihilation sparked from his fingertips.
The instant he touched the iron lock, he felt a tingling sensation transmitted from his fingertips.
He paused for a mont, and the next mont, that tingling sensation instantly turned into severe pain.
He imdiately wanted to pull back his hand but couldn’t. His whole hand seed stuck to it as everything before his eyes, like a TV flickering with snowflakes, numbed his entire body as if the nerves no longer belonged to him.
...This lock is electrified!
Su Ming’an was accustod to picking locks. Just monts ago, he was considering the security and the subsequent steps, inadvertently neglecting the possibility that the lock could be electrified. He imdiately issued a command for Shadow to help him disengage but then saw a sword blade glinting with a cold light suddenly veer towards him.
The sword drew closer, its tip covered in a cold, shiny layer of frost, sharpness so extre that it made his skin ache.
On the sword blade, there was a line of crossed-out fake signatures.
...
[If you want to defeat Number One Player, according to my speculation, you at least need to et the following conditions.
1. Have a teleport skill or special prop that can evade spatial vibration, ensuring that you won’t be killed on sight.
2. After dodging the initial spatial vibration, you need to lock onto Number One Player; otherwise, he will imdiately use spatial displacent to leave, wasting your efforts to approach him.
3. You need protective gear that can safeguard your vital points or props that can prevent forced proximity; otherwise, even if you manage to get close to Number One Player, you will be annihilated in an instant kill...
4. (11.30 newly added) Even if you can dodge spatial vibrations and defend against annihilation, and even if you lock onto Number One Player... you still need to be wary of his clones. Number One Player’s clone skill has been strengthened again, and it seems he can now actively switch between high health points and high mana points states for his clones.
5. (11.30 newly added) You may also need a group to cast buffs and halos for you, and a squad that is brave enough to take the fire for you; otherwise, facing a combat power of 1700, even if you get the chance to attack, you might not break through the defense...
6. (12.1 newly added) You may need a strong healer mother or father, otherwise, even if you manage to break Number One Player’s defense, you may need several more hits to succeed.
7. (12.2 newly added) You may need hundreds of attackers with the sa conditions as you; otherwise, even if you succeed in killing your opponent after several hits, you might be instantly killed by Number One Player’s clones...
8. (12.2 newly added) You might want to learn to give up. Because the poster has gradually realized that this post was a mistake—unless you can go toe-to-toe with a combat power of 2000 like Flax, it’s better to wash up and sleep than to forcibly kill Number One Player.]
...
Yu Ruohuo’s gaze shifted away from the screen, and she took the antipsychotic dication from the table and swallowed it with water, then closed her eyes.
Outside the window, the statue of the Main God Space’s manager rabbit shone in multicolored lights under the decorations, with groups of n and won chatting around it, passersby talking, presenting a peaceful and beautiful scene.
She drew the curtains, closing off the outside light, and looked at the forum post once more.
After she gave away Su Ming’an’s number, she knew in her heart that she had no face to see him again.
His friend list, she never deleted nor sent him another ssage; perhaps he had already removed her.
When she accepted her parents’ orders and took benefits from the United Group, deciding not to enter the fray in the Sixth World, she understood that she and the her from before were no longer the sa.
She had lost her forr self.
She had no right to see him again, nor to contact him, their relationship had been severed.
...However.
Whenever she saw posts about him on the World Forum, she couldn’t help but click in, lingering a while longer.
This was a hot topic recently. Paired with the video of Number One Player defeating a 2000 combat power boss, it ignited the entire forum, attracting nurous combat power theorists to engage in "enthusiastic discussion".
What she had just seen was a piece of mischief from the original poster; not much significance in it. The countless discussions below were where the real controversy lay among people.
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