Chapter 901: Chapter 898: "Causality and Reincarnation.
[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 arrangements all the way, I can be sure there will be no good outcome.]
[City Guardian Department 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 Department’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.]
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Su Ming’an glanced at this person with the ID "Deity," the profile picture was a daisy, probably some Su Rin.
He calculated that it was currently the early morning of the third day of the Replica Activation. The game had already released three, and finishing six games in twenty days shouldn’t be a problem.
"Click." He placed the "Girl’s Dream Plan" disc into the game helmet, ready to experience this new game. 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 helmet, 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 Helmet in her arms.
The dim indoor light spilled into her bleak eyes, she opened her mouth as if to ask something, 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 me." Su Ming’an suddenly said.
"...Ah?" Su Luoluo was stunned for a moment.
"It’s me." 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 famed First Dream Patrol Family actually noticed me, 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 comment 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 resentment or doubt about this, not even asking.
"Today’s comment 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 comment sections. As an entertainment 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 comment 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 time he passed the level, the Dream Patrol system would automatically send his recorded level passes out for the world live broadcast by the Union Government.
"Is there a possibility that your identity in the real world is also consistent with that in the game?" 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 something’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, confirmed 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 Me Demon Lord Miss," today many new comments about Su Luoluo appeared online, and at first glance, there were quite a few positive comments. Many people were cheering and encouraging Su Luoluo, saying she must have something extraordinary to have caught the eye of the First Dream Patrol Family, and wished her to become a powerful Dream Patroller under Ye Yihong.
In these blessing comments, some of the negative comments stood out.
[What a real newcomer? Must be staged.]
[Old wine in a new bottle, she can’t be a first-time dream patrol anchor, must be some 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 comments from their interfaces.
Every negative comment was extremely 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 comments?
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 comments full of vulgar words disappeared into the blank space.
Today Su Luoluo’s popularity soared, leaving many comments, and Su Ming’an deleted for over ten minutes but hadn’t finished cleaning them up. Doing this task, he felt mentally 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 someone 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 moment, while Su Ming’an was deleting, he suddenly found that all these negative comments had disappeared.
As if an invisible giant hand appeared on the screen’s interface, helping him erase all negative comments.
At this moment, 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 comments, right? I’ve done it for you.]
"Who are you?" Su Ming’an moved the mouse and found that the negative comments were indeed all deleted, as if someone 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 comments: "You really like me a lot."
[...Yes, I miss you very much.]
After this message 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 become beside him?
Li Mingyue? Xiao Jingsan? Su Luoluo?
In theory, the character the deity impersonated must be someone 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 Helmet.
The third game, "Maiden Dream Project," begins.
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The present world, Land of Utter Darkness.
Mizushima Kawa Sora, wearing a coat, came 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 game 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 elements 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 me." 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 some 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, immediately holding the child as she sat up: "Dear, what’s happening to you?"
"Lost, devour..."
Old Man Wang suddenly screamed 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 moments, several strong men 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 men said.
The chief nodded. Moments later, the villagers came with a slender girl. The girl had pure black long hair and eyes as beautiful as emerald jade, carrying a medicine basket.
The girl looked around, as if searching for something, 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 homeland, 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 moment,
—— A huge noise of waves came 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 moments 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 moment, 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%]