[Human Self-Rescue Alliance Xin Yue: Believing in the deity is not as good as believing in our Alliance Hierarch. If humans really follow the deity’s arrangents all the way, I can be sure there will be no good outco.]
[City Guardian Departnt Li Yuxuan: Why believe in your Alliance Hierarch? Your Alliance Hierarch sleeps all day without showing his face. It’s better to believe in our Guardian Departnt’s Vice Minister. It’s because of him that humans can unite.]
[Holy Alliance Army Bluebird: Please don’t say that... The deity is thinking for the good of humans...]
[Deity: There is a tentacle monster guarding the sea, impossible to cross. Su Ming’an, I know you are reading this post, just letting you know.]
...
Su Ming’an glanced at this person with the ID "Deity," the profile picture was a daisy, probably so Su Rin.
He calculated that it was currently the early morning of the third day of the Replica Activation. The ga had already released three, and finishing six gas in twenty days shouldn’t be a problem.
"Click." He placed the "Girl’s Dream Plan" disc into the ga helt, ready to experience this new ga. Every Chapter of "Louyue Nation" starts at midnight, so the third Chapter would have to wait until midnight tomorrow.
Before he could put on the helt, there was a knock on the door.
"Knock, knock."
The knock was very light.
Su Ming’an opened the door. Su Luoluo was standing at the door with a pink Dream Patrol Helt in her arms.
The dim indoor light spilled into her bleak eyes, she opened her mouth as if to ask sothing, but hesitated to close it, as if afraid to touch the topic.
The two of them stared at each other for a dozen seconds.
"It’s ." Su Ming’an suddenly said.
"...Ah?" Su Luoluo was stunned for a mont.
"It’s ." Su Ming’an repeated.
He knew what Su Luoluo wanted to ask, no more than confirming whether he was the first Dream Patrol Family.
Upon hearing Su Ming’an’s affirmative answer, Su Luoluo’s pupils shrank slightly, her entire body trembling.
Su Ming’an thought she would find him unfamiliar, but instead, she smiled.
"Ah... That’s really great." Su Luoluo said with a smile.
Su Ming’an blinked.
"I was originally thinking, the fad First Dream Patrol Family actually noticed , what should I do, would I be threatened by him. But, the First Dream Patrol Family is just you little Cloud, that’s really great." Su Luoluo said: "There will be no misunderstandings or dangers between us, I can trust you fully, so if it’s you, that’s really great."
"...Hmm." Su Ming’an responded.
"This way, we can leave this small town quickly." Su Luoluo said.
"Hmm."
"By the way, today’s comnt section might bother you again, please." Su Luoluo said.
Su Ming’an was surprised, she actually changed the topic.
Without asking how he did it, without asking why he hid it, she was just happy because of "the First Dream Patrol Family is him."
Even though if Su Wensheng wasn’t an ordinary person, Su Wensheng had the strength to take her away from this small town from the beginning, yet Su Wensheng let her endure pain here, pretending to know nothing and live with her.
She had no resentnt or doubt about this, not even asking.
"Today’s comnt section might be a bit ugly, please take care of it." Su Luoluo said.
"Hmm." Su Ming’an nodded.
Dream patrol anchors generally commission their psychological guidance counselors to help manage their comnt sections. As an entertainnt dream patrol anchor, Su Luoluo bears quite a lot of negative emotions during each live broadcast. In such a situation, she cannot bear more pain, so her comnt section is entrusted to Su Wensheng to manage.
After Su Luoluo left, Lv Shu knocked on the door.
"I watched the world live broadcast of the second Chapter of ’Louyue Nation’." Lv Shu said.
"So?" Su Ming’an said. Every ti he passed the level, the Dream Patrol system would automatically send his recorded level passes out for the world live broadcast by the Union Governnt.
"Is there a possibility that your identity in the real world is also consistent with that in the ga?" Lv Shu reminded.
"Are you saying that I might also have a dual identity of ’Eligible’ and ’Exotic Species’?" Su Ming’an said.
Lv Shu nodded.
"It’s possible, I’ll keep an eye on it." Su Ming’an wanted to close the door, but suddenly saw Lv Shu’s face a bit hesitant: "What’s wrong?"
Lv Shu shook his head.
"Speak up if sothing’s on your mind, don’t hold it in." Su Ming’an said.
"No." Lv Shu shook his head.
Su Ming’an looked at Lv Shu for a few seconds, confird Lv Shu really had nothing to say, and then closed the door.
Sitting at the computer desk, Su Ming’an opened the anchor column "Please Call Demon Lord Miss," today many new comnts about Su Luoluo appeared online, and at first glance, there were quite a few positive comnts. Many people were cheering and encouraging Su Luoluo, saying she must have sothing extraordinary to have caught the eye of the First Dream Patrol Family, and wished her to beco a powerful Dream Patroller under Ye Yihong.
In these blessing comnts, so of the negative comnts stood out.
[What a real newcor? Must be staged.]
[Old wine in a new bottle, she can’t be a first-ti dream patrol anchor, must be so old anchor who was spurned by the entire network and opened a new account here.]
[Her family must have enough money to vote her up, otherwise, why would the First Dream Patrol Family notice her?]
[She’s just an ordinary dream patroller, by age probably just a student. Where did she get such skills? Her capabilities are average, not even calm enough, why did those veterans and special forces lose to her? By selling herself?]
[How much for a night?]
[Without makeup, she’s a demon or a ghost.]
...
Su Ming’an clicked the delete key, deleting one by one. To prevent negative emotions from running rampant on the internet, most anchors would delete negative comnts from their interfaces.
Every negative comnt was extrely glaring, like a blade’s edge reflecting in his eyes. He was just an observer, these cold blades didn’t stab him, but what if Su Luoluo herself saw these comnts?
In this matter, she hadn’t made any mistakes.
People only enjoy the pleasure of accusing others.
[Delete.][Delete.][Delete.]
"Click, click," the mouse kept clicking, one by one the comnts full of vulgar words disappeared into the blank space.
Today Su Luoluo’s popularity soared, leaving many comnts, and Su Ming’an deleted for over ten minutes but hadn’t finished cleaning them up. Doing this task, he felt ntally exhausted—it’s clearly a world where negative emotions could end the world, yet people don’t hesitate to vent their worst emotions, as if unaware that their actions would strengthen the Exotic Species on the frontlines.
—Perhaps they thought of it, they thought of those warriors who died on the frontlines.
They also must have thought of soone on the far side of the internet crying or even breaking down because of their insults.
But, it’s too far from them,
seemingly "irrelevant" to them.
"Click," "click," "click."
At this mont, while Su Ming’an was deleting, he suddenly found that all these negative comnts had disappeared.
As if an invisible giant hand appeared on the screen’s interface, helping him erase all negative comnts.
At this mont, a prompt popped up on the computer screen: [No need to work so hard, Wensheng. When you need help, I will assist you. You want to delete the negative comnts, right? I’ve done it for you.]
"Who are you?" Su Ming’an moved the mouse and found that the negative comnts were indeed all deleted, as if soone assisted him.
[I control the entire world, including the internet.] The text on the interface flickered.
"Oh, it’s you." Su Ming’an had nothing to say. This deity was truly ubiquitous, even showing up when deleting comnts: "You really like a lot."
[...Yes, I miss you very much.]
After this ssage was displayed, the interface on the screen disappeared automatically, and the computer returned to normal.
Su Ming’an pondered the deity’s words. He involuntarily turned his head to look at the room beside him where Su Luoluo was.
... Who on earth did the deity beco beside him?
Li Mingyue? Xiao Jingsan? Su Luoluo?
In theory, the character the deity impersonated must be soone who would not be associated with being a deity.
Su Ming’an’s gaze flickered; he shut down the computer, sat in his chair, and put on the Dream Patrol Helt.
The third ga, "Maiden Dream Project," begins.
...
The present world, Land of Utter Darkness.
Mizushima Kawa Sora, wearing a coat, ca alone before the Black Mist.
This is the frontline where humans struggle against the Black Mist, as if an invisible line exists here. On one side is the life-devouring dense Black Mist, and on the other is humanity’s outpost.
Once part of the dream patrol ga is completed, the Black Mist automatically recedes a long distance, allowing the human army to advance and reclaim a portion of lost land.
Mizushima Kawa Sora observed the Black Mist. It is said that the headquarters of the Old Day Church is within the Black Mist, and the anti-human elents there have mastered unique techniques for surviving in the Black Mist.
Following the route she knew, Mizushima Kawa Sora entered the Black Mist and arrived at the headquarters of the Old Day Church. Towering buildings surged from the Black Mist like a dark castle.
The Vice Sect Hierarch of the Old Day Church, Xiao Ying, received her, a young man with white hair and blue eyes, a wooden tag hanging from his waist.
"I heard you really want to find the location of the First Dream Patrol Family." Mizushima Kawa Sora said, "I can take you there."
Xiao Ying was startled, then smiled: "I am indeed looking for her. Stranger traveler, what reward do you want?"
Mizushima Kawa Sora said: "I want to see your Prophecy Stele, I heard that it’s inscribed with everyone’s destiny?"
"Alright, follow ." Xiao Ying turned around and walked deeper into the Black Mist.
...
The present world, at the seaside.
In an isolated fishing village, Old Man Wang was gathering fishing nets.
Nights were dangerous for fishing. But for the newborn baby in his family, Old Man Wang, being an ordinary fisherman, could only take risks to earn a bit more.
He collected today’s catch into a barrel and suddenly discovered so purple-black tentacles mixed in the fishing net.
"...What are these things? Do sea fish have such organs?" Old Man Wang muttered to himself, pinching the tentacles, slippery and smooth, not knowing if they were edible.
He sailed back to the village. After a simple face wash, he went to sleep under the covers.
The night was heavy; in the early hours, Old Man Wang suddenly developed a high fever and began babbling.
"Blessing, nurturing, fish food... Ah ah ah... Lost, devour... tentacles..."
The woman beside him was shocked, imdiately holding the child as she sat up: "Dear, what’s happening to you?"
"Lost, devour..."
Old Man Wang suddenly scread towards the sea, even tearing at his face, looking exceptionally terrifying. The woman, scared out of her wits, quickly grabbed the child and ran out. In monts, several strong n from the village rushed in to help tie down the frenzied Old Man Wang.
The white-bearded village chief walked in using a cane, frowning at Old Man Wang: "What’s all this?"
"Chief, I guess he caught a chill out at sea and got a fever. Let’s call the orphan girl to take a look." One of the big n said.
The chief nodded. Monts later, the villagers ca with a slender girl. The girl had pure black long hair and eyes as beautiful as erald jade, carrying a dicine basket.
The girl looked around, as if searching for sothing, but quickly withdrew her gaze, checking Old Man Wang’s condition.
"I’ve warned you before, this village is too close to the sea, you should move. Even though I don’t know what dangers the sea holds, these symptoms clearly arise from venturing too deep into it." The girl said.
"It’s hard to leave our holand, besides the deity bestowed an oracle for us to stay here, how could we possibly leave." People sighed.
"Do you really believe the deity? Don’t you care for your own safety?" The girl said.
"Don’t speak nonsense! Whatever the deity says must be right!" A villager scolded her.
The girl shook her head and started selecting herbs.
At that mont,
—— A huge noise of waves ca from the seaside.
"What’s that sound?" The villagers ran out of their houses in shock, while Old Man Wang on the bed suddenly laughed hysterically:
"It’s coming! It’s coming!!"
He opened his mouth: "Bizarre things! Source things! Fusion things! Haha, hahahaha—humans don’t even know what they’re fighting against! They think following the deity is everything—"
A tsunami suddenly surged, villagers fled in terror.
"Boom——!" A tentacle creature resembling a divine tree appeared on the sea, its huge tentacles flattened this house, most of the villagers were crushed to death.
The girl was also hit by the house, but monts later, she crawled out of the rubble.
"Why did you kill them!" She shouted angrily at the tentacle monster seeing most of the villagers were already dead.
"Won’t you give up? This is my warning to you." The tentacle monster said: "Chao Yan—no matter where you go, as long as you dare to seek him, you will keep losing, continually witnessing death."
"Give up? I haven’t even seen him yet." The girl said coldly: "Causality cycles, I vow to sever destiny."
"Defying the deity is foolish." The tentacle monster chuckled indifferently, sinking into the sea.
The girl wiped the blood from her face and stood up.
At this mont, she suddenly saw a giant ship, seeming to sail towards her through the waves in the distant sea.
The navigation lights on the sea pierced through the sea breeze, like two dim yellow swords.
"Splash——splash——"
She stared at the giant ship, her gaze flickering.
The sea wind lifted her black hair, and the cross pendant on her chest danced in the wind.
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[TE1·Perfect Completion Progress: 50%]
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