The moment before Yamada Machichi was pulled into the world game was strange.

Since time was suspended at the same moment, many players who were pulled into the game were still in some strange states.

For example, you have just fallen asleep, or you have just hit a car head-on, or you have just been sent to the operating table, waiting for an unknown fate...

As for Yamada Machichi, he had just swallowed a bottle of sleeping pills.

His life used to be an endless cycle, everything was gray - gray people, gray trees, gray houses, gray everything... He used to be an ordinary Fuso student, but he was different from ordinary people. Every day

During evening self-study, his head was hot, as if he was doing homework but he wanted to turn the table over all the time. He often wanted to hit someone, or wanted to pick up a pen and stab his love rival in the eye, or suddenly throw someone into a cement tank.

…

But when he goes back to the dormitory, he often regrets it. He tells himself that he can't think like this again tomorrow.

Nights were often peaceful, and the quilt wrapped him up very safely. The night in the quilt was his only refuge. He hid in the quilt, as if he had escaped from the whole world. He closed his eyelids, as if he had gone to an ideal land.

The next day was the same as before. The sky was white, the clouds were blue, and the world was gray.

He has depression,

Severe.

A big boy likes women's clothing, but a man who is called a man shrinks from life.

There are many things that he cannot talk about, and he does not dare to let others discover his thoughts. He escapes from his parents who are full of disappointment. He lives in a state of swing every day, and his emotions and rationality go in completely opposite directions.

When he got up in the morning and saw the river beside the road, he wanted to plunge into it for no reason.

His pain penetrated the peaceful night, so he chose to commit suicide one night.

"I once wavered between life and death. Every time I thought about it, I thought that the world is so rich and colorful... why should I leave." Yamada Machichi stared at the bow in his hand: "So I have been lingering, living like this.

I lived with the contradiction for a year... until finally I couldn't stand it anymore."

"Player No. 1." He stared at Su Mingan, his eyes still dull: "We Fusang people have always been very contradictory, and I can't control this contradiction, that's why it's so painful. But you seem to be able to control yourself all the time.

Great, I'm curious how you did it."

Yamada Machichi has always been silent.

Whether as a boy or a girl, he was as silent as dust in the corner, without any sense of existence. He once thought that he was such a gray character, so he gradually got used to it.

But after he got here, his mind changed.

The person in front of him has the eyes of the whole world gathered on him. The first player is the center of the stage, the one who shines brightest, and is the core of everyone's eyes at all times.

…So Yamada felt very strange.

How could someone get to this point despite the attention of so many people?

So he took off the bow and revealed his secret to the world.

Is dressing up as a woman a strange hobby? He doesn't know, maybe in the eyes of adults, it is. But he, who is so humble, can actually compete on the same stage with the strongest players in the world, and he doesn't want to be silent anymore.

"Are you here to discuss this with me?" Su Mingan was surprised. The people who walked up to him before were either flattering or full of hostility. This was the first time he met someone who walked up to him so peacefully and thought.

The person who "discussed" with him.

Perhaps, because both sides have realized that this game is over.

No surprises at all.

"I've seen your video. It's the same as mine. It's a suicide video." Yamada Machichi whispered: "I know the feeling... It's like having molten iron and liquid nitrogen poured into your stomach, and your stomach feels like it's being torn apart.

.I exhaled hard, but to no avail - the feeling of despair was too clear, so clear that it made me even more desperate, and then I accepted it desperately."

He suddenly raised his head, and on his feminine face under the makeup, a pair of dull eyes suddenly lit up: "...But you didn't seem to think so at the time, right?"

The first player who was on the first guild stage at that time had a hopeful and enthusiastic look in his eyes.

The moment burned into the eyes of Yamada Machichi, who was still watching the live broadcast outside the venue.

He had long wanted to get close to Su Ming'an, like getting close to a shining sun, but he didn't want to be a fearless light chaser like Lu Shu.

He knew that he was humble and timid, but he wanted to seek his "Tao".

The word "Tao" is so mysterious in reality that it can easily make people laugh when spoken.

But he felt that the person in front of him would never laugh at him.

Sure enough, Su Mingan didn't smile, he was silent.

Yamada Machichi was full of expectations, and then he got his answer.

"This is about why you didn't choose to continue living." Su Mingan said: "Death is a very simple thing. If you choose death just to escape, then I don't think I need to answer you."

Yamada Machichi's body was trembling.

Suicide plays a very important role in Fusang culture. The relatives of the Forty-seven Martyrs regard suicide as the highest honor. They have fulfilled their obligations and justice.

And what about him? He chose to commit suicide. How is it any different from the people he looked down upon? They are just as cowardly.

Even if he survived and stood in front of the whole world, it was because the sudden start of the world game pulled him, not how strong his desire to survive was.

In the past, he only had the word "death" hanging in front of his eyes for 24 hours a day, but now he only had this person watching him silently.

"...I understand." Yamada Machichi said, holding his katana with the handle deflected.

Su Mingan pulled out the sword of Arman, and then he saw the other party hand the hilt of the sword into his hand.

"Sorry to trouble you." Yamada Machichi said.

Su Mingan held the handle of the knife in his hand.

Perhaps because the situation in front of him was decided, Yamada Machichi didn't have much intention to resist, and he even handed the long sword to himself.

But there is still a glimmer of hope. He can still win if he finds a way to kill Su Ming'an, survives the day, or kills Lu Shu.

But Su Mingan saw it - the man in front of him seemed to take victory or defeat very lightly.

But Yamada did not choose to find a corner to commit suicide, but handed the handle of the knife to Su Mingan's hand.

"What do you want?" Su Mingan asked.

His skills can be upgraded by killing Yamada. He felt that Yamada Machichi was so unresisting that he might want to make a deal with him.

"I want to repay the favor." Yamada Machichi answered simply.

For him, perhaps this death will be much more meaningful than any previous one.

His male voice came out of the butterfly-like Lolita outfit, but it was crisp and clear.

Su Mingan asked no more questions. Everyone had their own thoughts and beliefs. He held the handle of the knife and stabbed it, hitting the target without any hesitation.

Yamada Machichi fell down, his bright blue Lolita skirt shining in the dark night, he closed his eyes, like a sleeping girl.

[Core skills have been upgraded.]

[You killed Yamada Machichi, Exp+5000]

Su Mingan clicked it into the shadow state and got a new resistance:

[Space resistance lv.4: You can be immune to any space confinement skills of creatures whose intelligence points are lower than 15*4% of yours.]

He stared at the 60% figure and suddenly realized that if the shadow's skill points were added up, his resistance might become quite strong.

The current shadow's intelligence points are 94 points. If the Aurora Ring is used to convert it, it will be 132 points. Sixty percent is 79.2 points. At this stage, there are very few players with higher intelligence points than this.

In other words, taking into account other resistances, Kage at this stage is basically immune to these debuff control skills.

If Edward and the others use props similar to space confinement, it will be ineffective against them.

Su Mingan probably thought about the future development direction, and then heard the prompt from the system.

"Ding dong!"

[All the werewolf players have died, and the good guys won the final victory. 】

[Detecting player identity...]

The next moment, he felt that his figure was gradually fading.

In front of him, the quiet town of Trili in the dark night, the burnt-black ancestral hall, the mayor's house with a small garden, the square with the gallows cleared in the distance... all of these were gradually moving away from him.

The game is over.

He suddenly heard someone sighing in his ear. It was a woman's voice. He turned his head slightly and saw a woman shrouded in a purple gauze of sparkling stars, holding a crystal ball in her arms. Her moonlight eyes were full of tranquility.

Watch him.

"Thank you, travelers from the outside world." She leaned forward and saluted: "Thank you for winning the final victory of the camp for us in Trili - may the gods bless you."

"Anna." Su Mingan called out the name of his guide.

There was a soft smile on her face, and when she smiled, it was like the sky was filled with stars.

[Traveler No. 1, your identity is a prophet.]

【——Congratulations, you won the final victory in this peak showdown! 】

…

The next moment, Su Mingan felt a dazzling white light in front of him.
To be continued...