In the bloody sunset, Su Mingan lay on the bed and had a dream.

In the hazy dream, his vision was not very clear.

He vaguely saw a laboratory. The pure white cabin is composed of various precision instruments and overlaps into an orderly arrangement.

A man with dark hair and gray eyes sat quietly next to the cabin like a coffin, stroking his fingers on the surface of the cabin. He was too thin, and the traces of his spine were almost clearly visible through his pure white shirt, and his fingers were even more ill-white.

"Akto--When you wake up ten years later, twenty years later, or even thirty years later, you are likely to be no longer yourself. Are you mentally prepared?" Outside the door, a black-haired woman in a white coat approached and said worriedly.

"Yeah." Akto responded.

"I don't want you to do this," the woman said.

She sat next to him and stared into his eyes: "We have finally ended the catastrophe of the century, and mankind still needs you. Asa, I'm still waiting for you to teach me..."

Akto pushed her away gently.

His arms were as pale as a dead person, as thin as a dead tree, and the woman felt that she was hurt by this.

"We have to do this," said Aktor. "We need to do our best to bet against the god-like [Tawei]. Human beings are too small, like weeds. Even with the source of civilization after the catastrophe in the century, we are still like ants - if we want to preserve our world, I need to do this."

"You always do this." The woman said, "I can never persuade you."

Akto laughed and lay in the cabin.

He lay straight, and various tubes linked him, locking his slender skin and bones with a "click" like an iron chain.

"I can only hope that the visitor is a good person." Akto closed his eyes slightly and curled his lips:

"But no matter who it is, it's the same."

...

Su Mingan suddenly woke up.

He sat up from the bed, looked at the system time, and he slept for an hour.

...Why did he dream of Akto?

"Ding Dong!"

The system prompt sounded.

[Because you have completed a time node and started the battle of dawn, you have gained the memory of Akto (1/4).]

...

Su Mingan walked out of bed, and the bloody sunset met his face.

This memory information is not particularly large - Aktor learned that he would later possess a visitor from another world.

But what does "bet with [Tawei]" mean in Akto's words?

"Click."

He heard a crisp sound outside the door. He opened the door and happened to see Feisi holding milk.

"Lord, are you awake?" Fei Si's eyes lit up: "Drink some hot milk. At your age, drinking some milk will help you grow taller."

Su Mingan is at least twenty years old now, but Fei Si treats him like taking care of a child.

In other words, she is like this to everyone, because of her personality, with a maternal love that is incompatible with her age.

"I don't drink milk." Su Mingan wanted to close the door, but Fei Si hurriedly said, "Hey, lord, do you mind if I go in and say a few words?"

Su Mingan turned sideways and asked her to come in.

"Lord, I can see that Tretia likes you." Fei Si said this as soon as she entered the door.

"so?"

"In this era, according to convention, we must match our partners based on the resources of both parties. Only those with the same resources level are suitable to raise the next generation together." Feisi said: "You are also a match. Although Tretia is not as good as you, it is also the peak force that has prevented human internal struggles in the past 30 years. We also enjoy abundant resources. I think you can..."

"Okay, go out."

Su Mingan drove Feisi out without hesitation. He suspected that Feisi was the matchmaker sent by Tretia.

With a "bang!", the door closed.

But Fei Si knocked on the door persistently: "Lord, I haven't finished speaking yet."

Su Mingan had a headache - according to previous information, Akto would call this person "mother". Fei Si was obviously a lively girl of 25 years old, so how did this "mother" be called out?

He opened the door and Fei Si handed him the milk: "Lord, drink some at least. Milk is a rare item, so everyone will save it for you."

"You drink it." Su Mingan refused. He didn't cherish a bottle of milk.

"What? Are you still afraid of everyone poisoning you?" Yaowen, a child with black hair, walked by suddenly.

"Yaowen, how did you speak!" Fei Si scolded.

"Hmph." Yaowen turned his head: "If he doesn't drink it, take away the milk, no one has to drink it."

Perhaps it was because of the child's nature of competing for favor. Yaowen was unhappy to see his mother always caring about Akto.

"Mom, you'll drink it." Yaowen said: "If you send the milk back, everyone will push it back and forth again."

Fei Si glanced at Su Mingan: "Then, then I'll drink it. Lord, it's a pity that you don't drink it. This is something everyone is planning to give you..."

She raised her neck and drank the milk in one go.

Su Mingan leaned against the door, opened the panel, intending to see how the field is developing.

But as soon as he opened the interface, he heard a "bang!" sound, and the glass bottle shattered.

He turned his head, and bright red blood was flowing from the corner of Feisi's mouth. She stared at the glass in a daze, her lips opened, but could only spit out mouthfuls of blood.

Her legs and feet became weak, her body was tilted, and she fell to the ground.

"Fei Si's mother--!" Yaowen was frightened.

"Yes..." Fei Si's hand stretched forward, and blood accumulated on the corners of her mouth: "It's poisonous... Someone is trying to harm the lord..."

The light in her eyes disappeared bit by bit, and her whole body was spasming unnaturally.

Yaowen immediately spread his short legs and called for someone. Su Mingan carried the Feisi, rushed to the nearby medical room, and placed her on the bed.

He quickly searched for the cabinet to install antidote, but heard a faint sound of scorching on the operating table.

"Lord...Lord..."

Su Mingan frowned slightly and looked at Feisi's situation. The poison had already entered his heart.

The poisoned man really wanted to kill him, but unexpectedly let Fei Si be a scapegoat.

Fei Si stretched out her hand and grabbed his wrist, bleeding from her pale lips. Her eyes were firmly staring at him, her face full of sadness.

In this world, death comes too unexpectedly.

"Lord..."

"Don't drink anything handed over by anyone in the future..."

"I, I love..."

She closed her eyes.

"Bang!" "Bang!" The door of the medical room was pushed open, and people stood at the door in shock, but could only see the picture of white light rising up.

The red-haired woman on the operating table turned into a brilliant light from head to toe and disappeared. Even in the white light, there was a faint light of blood.

"Mom..." Yaowen cried out with a mourn and fell to the ground.

Su Mingan did not move, he stared at the group of people coldly.

It can be seen from the blood that Fei Si has a lack of illness, and her death is inevitable. Today's poisoning is just ahead of her death, and she blocked the poison for him.

——So, who is poisoning the milk?

He picked up the shell necklace left by Feisi on the operating table and handed it to Yaowen's palm.

"Lord!" Xia Sheng and others arrived in time, and were stunned when they saw the scene of white and blood lights.

"Check. Who has touched that bottle of milk?" Su Mingan said lightly.

He left the medical office.

It is now 5:30 pm in the system time, and he doesn't plan to continue sleeping, so he has enough sleep in one hour.

He originally thought that the loyalty of the people in District 11 had met the standards, but he did not expect that there were still people who wanted to kill him. It seemed that the cause of missionary work was imminent.

He walked up to the rooftop and debugged the live broadcast equipment.

For the next four hours, he continued to broadcast live to promote the capture of the faith of gods. The camp of gods could not stop Xike from pervasive infiltration, and his voice could be heard from every electronic device.

He found that as long as he was speaking, the degree of intrigue of the missionary halo could be deepened and not limited to the content of the talk.

So, when he was tired of telling the big truth, he began to tell various stories - he had to maintain the public's interest and attention in live broadcasts and not make people feel bored.

He found that people seemed particularly interested in passionate adventure stories.

So, he took himself as the protagonist, used local materials to tell the story of the world game, intending to take a series from the end of the First World to the Eighth World Dome.

In this way, many people will continue to listen once and consolidate their memories.
To be continued...