[System Tip: Player Yuan Guang is equipped with the identity of "Monster Book: The Painter Who Hates Himself"]
The mist spread from the soles of his feet as Yuan Guang ran. He roared and cried, the utility knife in his hand turned into a pixel-like brush, and he swiped hard at the people who were falling.
[System Tip: Player Yuan Guang uses identity skills (layer drawing)]
"Live!!!"
"There will be hope if you survive!!"
The fog swept across the entire site like an explosion. A pixel-like gray layer was caught under all the people who fell at an invisible speed. All the people who fell in trance were in this strange, cotton-like picture. The layer fell and bounced, and then landed steadily.
There were no casualties.
Realizing this, Yuan Guang slumped on the ground blankly, and then in the next second, he lowered his head and rushed forward, grabbing one of them by the neckline, and facing him without hesitation. fist.
With tears, he beat up the surviving npc while roaring: "Why die! Ah!"
"When you die, you have nothing!"
Yuan Guang burst into tears, and he choked up: "You are dead, but we are still alive. We will be very sad."
"Because you are gone..."
Year after year, he worshipped those who died, but Yuan Guang never despaired, because he knew that everyone who was left was trying hard to persevere until the day he couldn’t do it, and then said sorry to him, Xiao Yuan, I can't stand it anymore.
They didn't really die, they just couldn't stand it anymore and needed a rest. They died in hope.
[Xiao Yuan, I will take a short break, and I will be resurrected when you win! 】
[Eh, I'm not good at it anymore, I'm so tired, you guys go up first, then I will give me a resurrection armor! 】
[Chairman Yuan, I'll leave it to you next! 】
Uncle Wang knelt in front of him, slowly raised his head, a smile appeared on his face full of tears, he patted Yuan Guang's shoulder: "How do you feel that you are crying? Why are you crying, don't cry."
"I'm just going to our cemetery to take a rest temporarily. I know that Xiao Yuan is here. One day—"
"Everyone will come out of the cemetery."
"Those of us who were tired on the way just temporarily stored the death there and slept there, and then the next day, when the sun rose and the sun was shining in our community, our group of old immortals woke up!"
Everyone died in the game, and when they were led to jump down from the edge of the building in reality, they turned to look at Yuan Guang who was standing far away. There were no tears on their faces, no crying, no despair, but with trust. 'S smile waved to Yuan Guang:
"Goodbye, Xiao Yuan."
[We believe that Xiao Yuan will lead us to win that day. 】
[Thanks for your hard work, Xiaoyuan, let's take care of our death temporarily. 】
There were still people jumping down on the building. Yuan Guang looked up and ran forward with Shi Qian in slow motion. He gritted his teeth and waved his brush, tears streaming crazily.
"Don't die!!!" He roared hoarsely and tremblingly, "Don't die in this kind of despair!!"
"Stick to it!!"
Everything in front of me began to blur.
Yuan Guang still remembers that when they participated in the league for the first time, everyone was still there, thinking about the name of the team in the registration interface of the system panel.
Someone joked that our unlucky guild might as well be called a cemetery, right
After obtaining the unanimous agreement of everyone laughing, someone asked what the cemetery was called.
Uncle Wang scratched his head and turned to look at him: "Xiao Yuan, what do you think of Sunshine Cemetery?"
"... Too earthy uncle." Before Yuan Guang could answer, someone had already vomited.
"Sunshine does seem to be a bit dirty, not enough. Isn't it fashionable?" Uncle Wang pondered for a second or two and asked seriously, "Is it better for the team to have a sharper name..."
Uncle Wang looked at Yuan Guang: "Xiao Yuan, do you know the existence of light that is more aggressive than sunlight, what is it?"
Yuan Guang was startled: "...Laser?"
"Laser Cemetery is also a bit strange..." Uncle Wang fell into a whirlpool of thought.
Someone next to him suggested: "What is the English of laser?"
Yuan Guang recalled slowly, and said the word: "Laser."
"La-Ser-Er?" Uncle Wang slowly repeated Yuan Guang's words with an accent. He laughed out loud, "This is good, this name is foreign! That's it!"
Yuan Guang ran in the night when people fell, layer by layer spreading on top of his head, his teeth clenched against the weight of everyone who fell on the layer, and forcefully hit the blue veins on his neck and jumped. But still not stepping back.
He stared at a certain point in the air, and the sound he shouted was heartbreaking, as if his chest and soul were vocalizing from Yuan Guang's thin body at the same time:
"Laser is the most aggressive form of light!"
"We, as long as we live, as long as we exist, will never lose to the sun!!!"
Ornamental pool.
The people at Russell Cemetery stared at Yuan Guang, who was mingled with sweat and tears on the big screen. They knew that Yuan Guang was shouting to them just now.
They slowly stood up. Someone took a deep breath and shouted at Yuan Guang on the big screen with a loudspeaker:
"Russell Cemetery, sure to win!"
"Russell Cemetery, first!"
"Chairman, come on!"
"We believe in the president!!"
"We will work hard until the last second!"
They screamed until the muscles on their faces were trembling, as if they hoped that the sound could pass through the barrier of the screen and reach Yuan Guang's side to support the heavy layers with him.
"In the game, I'm really the first tactician to cheer for members who can't hear it." Charles sitting on the side propped his jaw and looked at all this interestingly, "But in the viewing pool, It’s the first time I have seen you cheering for players who can’t hear it at all.”
"Russell Cemetery, the magical guild."
With mixed feelings, Wang Shun watched the scene where all the members on the opposite side stood up to cheer on Yuan Guang, and then glanced at the report data on the system panel. For a while, he couldn't tell what it was like.
… Russell’s rate of increase in gambling pool approval is still declining.
The audience is very realistic. Being at a disadvantage means being at a disadvantage, and it will not change because of how many people are struggling with it. The audience has never sympathized with the weak.
But... Wang Shun took another look at the members of Russell Cemetery who were roaring hard.
They are not struggling to make others sympathize.
Even if the reality is collapsing, even if the game does not benefit them, they are not struggling in a difficult situation to please others and become stars, they are just ordinary people who are struggling to survive.
-They are struggling and living in pain, for themselves, for the "people" who are pinning their hopes on them and living in the cemetery.
Shi Qian stepped forward and helped Yuan Guang touch the layer with his shoulders. Yuan Guang's legs softened and he almost knelt on the ground. Then Shi Qian, who was clenching his teeth against the layer, helped him up. He stumbled up to the layer, Those who fell on it stood up one by one and hugged them tightly.
"Will be fine."
"Everything will pass."
"One day..." Yuan Guang's face was covered with mud and his hands were all cuts. He held the young man who jumped down after seeing the moon, raised his head, took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, "Even temporarily Live in the cemetery, but one day we will live to see the sun shine in."
The man leaned on Yuan Guang's shoulder, slowly and dazedly, hugged Yuan Guang back, tears flowed unconsciously: "Really?"
Yuan Guang closed his eyes, and he firmly embraced the man: "Really."
"All my friends and I believe so."