Chapter 393
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[System prompt: Player Yuan Guang is equipped with the identity of "Monster Book: The Painter Who Hates Himself"]
The mist spread from the bottom of Yuan Guang's feet as he ran. He roared and cried, and the utility knife in his hand turned into a brush in pixel state, slashing fiercely towards those who were falling. .
[System prompt: Player Yuan Guang uses identity skills (layer drawing)]
"Survive!!!"
"Only by surviving can there be hope!!"
The fog swept across the entire venue like an explosion, a pixel-like gray layer picked up under all the falling people at a speed invisible to the naked eye, and all the falling people in a trance were in this strange area. , the cotton-like layer bounces off drops, then lands firmly.
There were no casualties.
Realizing this, Yuan Guang slumped on the ground in a daze, and within a few seconds, he rushed forward with his head down, grabbed two of them by the collar, and faced them without hesitation. A punch to the face.
With tears in his eyes, while beating the surviving npc, he yelled angrily: "Why do you want to die! Ah!"
"When you die, there is nothing left!"
Yuan Guang burst into tears, he choked with sobs: "I'm dead, but we are still alive, we will be very sad."
"Because you are gone..."
Year after year, those who died were sacrificed, but Yuan Guang never despaired, because he knew that everyone left was trying to persevere until the day he could not persist, and then said sorry to him , Xiao Yuan, I can't stand it anymore.
They didn't really die, they just couldn't bear it and needed rest, they died in hope.
[Xiao Yuan, I'll take a break for a while, and I'll be revived after they win! 】
[Hey, I'm not good enough, I'm so tired, let's go first, and give me a resurrection armor then! 】
【Mr. Yuan, we'll be handing over to you next time! 】
Uncle Wang knelt in front of him, slowly raised his head, a smile appeared on his face full of tears, and he patted Yuan Guang's shoulder: "Why do you feel like crying? Why are you crying, don't cry."
"I just went to our cemetery to rest temporarily. I know Xiao Yuan is here, and there will always be a day—"
"Everyone will come out of the cemetery."
"Those of us who are tired in the middle of the journey just temporarily store death there, sleep there, and then the next day, when the sun rises and the sun shines on our community, we, a group of old immortals, wake up!"
Everyone died in the game, and when they were dragged and jumped down from the edge of the building in reality, they turned their heads to look at Yuan Guang who was standing far away. There were no tears, no crying, no despair on their faces, but trust Smiling and waving at Yuan Guang:
"Goodbye, Xiao Yuan."
【We believed in Xiao Yuan, he never led us to win that day. 】
【Thank you Xiao Yuan, let’s take care of our death temporarily. 】
There were still people jumping down from the building, Yuan Guang looked up, and ran forward with Shi Qian in slow motion, gnashing his teeth and swiping the brush, tears flowing crazily.
"Don't die!!!" He roared hoarsely and tremblingly, "Don't die in this despair!!"
"Stick to it!!"
Everything in front of my eyes began to blur.
Yuan Guang still remembered that when they participated in the league for the first time, at that time, everyone was still there, thinking hard about the registration interface of the system panel to ask for the name of the team.
Some people joked that our unlucky guild might as well be called a cemetery, right?
After obtaining unanimous approval from everyone who laughed, someone asked what the cemetery was called.
Uncle Wang scratched his head and turned to look at him: "Xiao Yuan, how do you feel about Sunshine Cemetery?"
"...It's too rude, uncle." Before Yuan Guang could answer, someone had already complained.
"Sunshine does seem a bit dirty, but it's 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: "Little Yuan, do you know the form of light that is more powerful than sunlight? What is it?"
Yuan Guang was startled: "...Laser?"
"The laser cemetery is also a bit strange..." Uncle Wang fell into a vortex of thinking.
Someone next to me suggested: "What is the English word for laser?"
Yuan Guang thought about it slowly, and said the word: "laser."
"La-sai-er?" Uncle Wang repeated Yuan Guang's words slowly with an accent, and he laughed loudly, "That's good, this name is foreign! That's all!"
Yuan Guang was running in the night when people were falling, and the layers were spread out on top of his head. He gritted his teeth tightly to withstand the weight of all the people who fell on the layers, until the veins on his neck straightened. Jumping, but still not retreating an inch.
He looked at a certain point in the air, and the voice he shouted was piercing, as if his chest and soul were simultaneously speaking from Yuan Guang's thin body:
"Laser is the most powerful form of light!"
"As long as we live, as long as we exist, we will never lose the sunshine!!!"
Ornamental pool.
The people in the Russell Cemetery stared at Yuan Guang who was streaming with sweat and tears on the big screen. They knew that what Yuan Guang said just now was telling them to listen.
They stood up slowly, and someone took a deep breath, raised a horn and yelled at Yuan Guang on the big screen:
"Russell Cemetery, win!"
"Russell Cemetery, number one!"
"Boss, come on!"
"We believe in the boss!!"
"We will try our best to hold on until the last second!"
They roared until the muscles on their faces trembled, as if hoping that the sound could pass through the barrier of the screen and reach Yuan Guang's side to support those heavy layers together with him.
"In the game, it's the first time I've seen a tactician who can't hear the cheers of the players at all." Charles, who was sitting by the side, propped his jaw and looked at all this with interest. "However, in the viewing pool, it's the first time I've seen the players who couldn't even hear cheering."
"Russell Cemetery, amazing guild."
Wang Shun looked at the scene where all the staff stood up and cheered for Yuan Guang with mixed feelings, and then glanced at the report data on the system panel, and couldn't tell what it was like for a while.
...Russell's support rate in the gambling pool is increasing at a rate that is still declining.
The audience is very realistic, being at a disadvantage is being at a disadvantage, and it does not change just because how many people struggle with it. The audience never sympathizes with the weak.
But... Wang Shun glanced at the officers of the Russell Cemetery who were roaring furiously.
Nor do they struggle to be sympathetic to others.
Even if the reality is collapsing, even if the game is not in their favor, they are not struggling to please others and become stars, they are just ordinary people trying to survive.
——They are struggling and living in pain, for themselves and for those "people" who pin their hopes on them and live in the cemetery.
Shi Qian stepped forward and helped Yuan Guang hold the layer with his shoulders. Yuan Guang's legs softened and he almost knelt on the ground. Then Shi Qian, who was holding his teeth against the layer, helped him up. He stumbled up the layer and put Those who fell on it lifted up one by one and hugged them tightly.
"Okay."
"Everything will pass."
"Someday..." Yuan Guang's face was covered with mud and his hands were covered with cuts. He hugged the young man who jumped down after seeing the moon, raised his head, took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "Even if we live temporarily in the cemetery, one day we will live to see the sunshine come in."
The man leaned on Yuan Guang's shoulder, and hugged Yuan Guang slowly and in a daze, tears streaming down unconsciously: "Really?"
Yuan Guang closed his eyes, and he hugged this person tightly: "Really."
"I and all my friends believe so."
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[System prompt: Player Yuan Guang is equipped with the identity of "Monster Book: The Painter Who Hates Himself"]
The mist spread from the bottom of Yuan Guang's feet as he ran. He roared and cried, and the utility knife in his hand turned into a brush in pixel state, slashing fiercely towards those who were falling. .
[System prompt: Player Yuan Guang uses identity skills (layer drawing)]
"Survive!!!"
"Only by surviving can there be hope!!"
The fog swept across the entire venue like an explosion, a pixel-like gray layer picked up under all the falling people at a speed invisible to the naked eye, and all the falling people in a trance were in this strange area. , the cotton-like layer bounces off drops, then lands firmly.
There were no casualties.
Realizing this, Yuan Guang slumped on the ground in a daze, and within a few seconds, he rushed forward with his head down, grabbed two of them by the collar, and faced them without hesitation. A punch to the face.
With tears in his eyes, while beating the surviving npc, he yelled angrily: "Why do you want to die! Ah!"
"When you die, there is nothing left!"
Yuan Guang burst into tears, he choked with sobs: "I'm dead, but we are still alive, we will be very sad."
"Because you are gone..."
Year after year, those who died were sacrificed, but Yuan Guang never despaired, because he knew that everyone left was trying to persevere until the day he could not persist, and then said sorry to him , Xiao Yuan, I can't stand it anymore.
They didn't really die, they just couldn't bear it and needed rest, they died in hope.
[Xiao Yuan, I'll take a break for a while, and I'll be revived after they win! 】
[Hey, I'm not good enough, I'm so tired, let's go first, and give me a resurrection armor then! 】
【Mr. Yuan, we'll be handing over to you next time! 】
Uncle Wang knelt in front of him, slowly raised his head, a smile appeared on his face full of tears, and he patted Yuan Guang's shoulder: "Why do you feel like crying? Why are you crying, don't cry."
"I just went to our cemetery to rest temporarily. I know Xiao Yuan is here, and there will always be a day—"
"Everyone will come out of the cemetery."
"Those of us who are tired in the middle of the journey just temporarily store death there, sleep there, and then the next day, when the sun rises and the sun shines on our community, we, a group of old immortals, wake up!"
Everyone died in the game, and when they were dragged and jumped down from the edge of the building in reality, they turned their heads to look at Yuan Guang who was standing far away. There were no tears, no crying, no despair on their faces, but trust Smiling and waving at Yuan Guang:
"Goodbye, Xiao Yuan."
【We believed in Xiao Yuan, he never led us to win that day. 】
【Thank you Xiao Yuan, let’s take care of our death temporarily. 】
There were still people jumping down from the building, Yuan Guang looked up, and ran forward with Shi Qian in slow motion, gnashing his teeth and swiping the brush, tears flowing crazily.
"Don't die!!!" He roared hoarsely and tremblingly, "Don't die in this despair!!"
"Stick to it!!"
Everything in front of my eyes began to blur.
Yuan Guang still remembered that when they participated in the league for the first time, at that time, everyone was still there, thinking hard about the registration interface of the system panel to ask for the name of the team.
Some people joked that our unlucky guild might as well be called a cemetery, right?
After obtaining unanimous approval from everyone who laughed, someone asked what the cemetery was called.
Uncle Wang scratched his head and turned to look at him: "Xiao Yuan, how do you feel about Sunshine Cemetery?"
"...It's too rude, uncle." Before Yuan Guang could answer, someone had already complained.
"Sunshine does seem a bit dirty, but it's 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: "Little Yuan, do you know the form of light that is more powerful than sunlight? What is it?"
Yuan Guang was startled: "...Laser?"
"The laser cemetery is also a bit strange..." Uncle Wang fell into a vortex of thinking.
Someone next to me suggested: "What is the English word for laser?"
Yuan Guang thought about it slowly, and said the word: "laser."
"La-sai-er?" Uncle Wang repeated Yuan Guang's words slowly with an accent, and he laughed loudly, "That's good, this name is foreign! That's all!"
Yuan Guang was running in the night when people were falling, and the layers were spread out on top of his head. He gritted his teeth tightly to withstand the weight of all the people who fell on the layers, until the veins on his neck straightened. Jumping, but still not retreating an inch.
He looked at a certain point in the air, and the voice he shouted was piercing, as if his chest and soul were simultaneously speaking from Yuan Guang's thin body:
"Laser is the most powerful form of light!"
"As long as we live, as long as we exist, we will never lose the sunshine!!!"
Ornamental pool.
The people in the Russell Cemetery stared at Yuan Guang who was streaming with sweat and tears on the big screen. They knew that what Yuan Guang said just now was telling them to listen.
They stood up slowly, and someone took a deep breath, raised a horn and yelled at Yuan Guang on the big screen:
"Russell Cemetery, win!"
"Russell Cemetery, number one!"
"Boss, come on!"
"We believe in the boss!!"
"We will try our best to hold on until the last second!"
They roared until the muscles on their faces trembled, as if hoping that the sound could pass through the barrier of the screen and reach Yuan Guang's side to support those heavy layers together with him.
"In the game, it's the first time I've seen a tactician who can't hear the cheers of the players at all." Charles, who was sitting by the side, propped his jaw and looked at all this with interest. "However, in the viewing pool, it's the first time I've seen the players who couldn't even hear cheering."
"Russell Cemetery, amazing guild."
Wang Shun looked at the scene where all the staff stood up and cheered for Yuan Guang with mixed feelings, and then glanced at the report data on the system panel, and couldn't tell what it was like for a while.
...Russell's support rate in the gambling pool is increasing at a rate that is still declining.
The audience is very realistic, being at a disadvantage is being at a disadvantage, and it does not change just because how many people struggle with it. The audience never sympathizes with the weak.
But... Wang Shun glanced at the officers of the Russell Cemetery who were roaring furiously.
Nor do they struggle to be sympathetic to others.
Even if the reality is collapsing, even if the game is not in their favor, they are not struggling to please others and become stars, they are just ordinary people trying to survive.
——They are struggling and living in pain, for themselves and for those "people" who pin their hopes on them and live in the cemetery.
Shi Qian stepped forward and helped Yuan Guang hold the layer with his shoulders. Yuan Guang's legs softened and he almost knelt on the ground. Then Shi Qian, who was holding his teeth against the layer, helped him up. He stumbled up the layer and put Those who fell on it lifted up one by one and hugged them tightly.
"Okay."
"Everything will pass."
"Someday..." Yuan Guang's face was covered with mud and his hands were covered with cuts. He hugged the young man who jumped down after seeing the moon, raised his head, took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "Even if we live temporarily in the cemetery, one day we will live to see the sunshine come in."
The man leaned on Yuan Guang's shoulder, and hugged Yuan Guang slowly and in a daze, tears streaming down unconsciously: "Really?"
Yuan Guang closed his eyes, and he hugged this person tightly: "Really."
"I and all my friends believe so."
System prompt: Player Yuan Guang is equipped with the identity of "Monster Book: The Painter Who Hates Himself" The mist spread from the bottom of Yuan Guang's feet as he ran. He roared and cried, and the utility knife in his hand turned into a brush in pixel state, slashing fiercely towards those who were falling. . System prompt: Player Yuan Guang uses identity skills layer drawing "Survive!!!" "Only by surviving can there be hope!!" The fog swept across the entire venue like an explosion, a pixel-like gray layer picked up under all the falling people at a speed invisible to the naked eye, and all the falling people in a trance were in this strange area. , the cotton-like layer bounces off drops, then lands firmly. There were no casualties. Realizing this, Yuan Guang slumped on the ground in a daze, and within a few seconds, he rushed forward with his head down, grabbed two of them by the collar, and faced them without hesitation. A punch to the face. With tears in his eyes, while beating the surviving npc, he yelled angrily: "Why do you want to die! Ah!" "When you die, there is nothing left!" Yuan Guang burst into tears, he choked with sobs: "I'm dead, but we are still alive, we will be very sad." "Because you are gone..." Year after year, those who died were sacrificed, but Yuan Guang never despaired, because he knew that everyone left was trying to persevere until the day he could not persist, and then said sorry to him , Xiao Yuan, I can't stand it anymore. They didn't really die, they just couldn't bear it and needed rest, they died in hope. Xiao Yuan, I'll take a break for a while, and I'll be revived after they win! Hey, I'm not good enough, I'm so tired, let's go first, and give me a resurrection armor then! Mr. Yuan, we'll be handing over to you next time! Uncle Wang knelt in front of him, slowly raised his head, a smile appeared on his face full of tears, and he patted Yuan Guang's shoulder: "Why do you feel like crying? Why are you crying, don't cry." "I just went to our cemetery to rest temporarily. I know Xiao Yuan is here, and there will always be a day" "Everyone will come out of the cemetery." "Those of us who are tired in the middle of the journey just temporarily store death there, sleep there, and then the next day, when the sun rises and the sun shines on our community, we, a group of old immortals, wake up!" Everyone died in the game, and when they were dragged and jumped down from the edge of the building in reality, they turned their heads to look at Yuan Guang who was standing far away. There were no tears, no crying, no despair on their faces, but trust Smiling and waving at Yuan Guang: "Goodbye, Xiao Yuan." We believed in Xiao Yuan, he never led us to win that day. Thank you Xiao Yuan, let's take care of our death temporarily. There were still people jumping down from the building, Yuan Guang looked up, and ran forward with Shi Qian in slow motion, gnashing his teeth and swiping the brush, tears flowing crazily. "Don't die!!!" He roared hoarsely and tremblingly, "Don't die in this despair!!" "Stick to it!!" Everything in front of my eyes began to blur. Yuan Guang still remembered that when they participated in the league for the first time, at that time, everyone was still there, thinking hard about the registration interface of the system panel to ask for the name of the team. Some people joked that our unlucky guild might as well be called a cemetery, right? After obtaining unanimous approval from everyone who laughed, someone asked what the cemetery was called. Uncle Wang scratched his head and turned to look at him: "Xiao Yuan, how do you feel about Sunshine Cemetery?" "...It's too rude, uncle." Before Yuan Guang could answer, someone had already complained. "Sunshine does seem a bit dirty, but it's 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: "Little Yuan, do you know the form of light that is more powerful than sunlight? What is it?" Yuan Guang was startled: "...Laser?" "The laser cemetery is also a bit strange..." Uncle Wang fell into a vortex of thinking. Someone next to me suggested: "What is the English word for laser?" Yuan Guang thought about it slowly, and said the word: "laser." "La-sai-er?" Uncle Wang repeated Yuan Guang's words slowly with an accent, and he laughed loudly, "That's good, this name is foreign! That's all!" Yuan Guang was running in the night when people were falling, and the layers were spread out on top of his head. He gritted his teeth tightly to withstand the weight of all the people who fell on the layers, until the veins on his neck straightened. Jumping, but still not retreating an inch. He looked at a certain point in the air, and the voice he shouted was piercing, as if his chest and soul were simultaneously speaking from Yuan Guang's thin body: "Laser is the most powerful form of light!" "As long as we live, as long as we exist, we will never lose the sunshine!!!" Ornamental pool. The people in the Russell Cemetery stared at Yuan Guang who was streaming with sweat and tears on the big screen. They knew that what Yuan Guang said just now was telling them to listen. They stood up slowly, and someone took a deep breath, raised a horn and yelled at Yuan Guang on the big screen: "Russell Cemetery, win!" "Russell Cemetery, number one!" "Boss, come on!" "We believe in the boss!!" "We will try our best to hold on until the last second!" They roared until the muscles on their faces trembled, as if hoping that the sound could pass through the barrier of the screen and reach Yuan Guang's side to support those heavy layers together with him. "In the game, it's the first time I've seen a tactician who can't hear the cheers of the players at all." Charles, who was sitting by the side, propped his jaw and looked at all this with interest. "However, in the viewing pool, it's the first time I've seen the players who couldn't even hear cheering." "Russell Cemetery, amazing guild." Wang Shun looked at the scene where all the staff stood up and cheered for Yuan Guang with mixed feelings, and then glanced at the report data on the system panel, and couldn't tell what it was like for a while. ...Russell's support rate in the gambling pool is increasing at a rate that is still declining. The audience is very realistic, being at a disadvantage is being at a disadvantage, and it does not change just because how many people struggle with it. The audience never sympathizes with the weak. But... Wang Shun glanced at the officers of the Russell Cemetery who were roaring furiously. Nor do they struggle to be sympathetic to others. Even if the reality is collapsing, even if the game is not in their favor, they are not struggling to please others and become stars, they are just ordinary people trying to survive. They are struggling and living in pain, for themselves and for those "people" who pin their hopes on them and live in the cemetery. Shi Qian stepped forward and helped Yuan Guang hold the layer with his shoulders. Yuan Guang's legs softened and he almost knelt on the ground. Then Shi Qian, who was holding his teeth against the layer, helped him up. He stumbled up the layer and put Those who fell on it lifted up one by one and hugged them tightly. "Okay." "Everything will pass." "Someday..." Yuan Guang's face was covered with mud and his hands were covered with cuts. He hugged the young man who jumped down after seeing the moon, raised his head, took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "Even if we live temporarily in the cemetery, one day we will live to see the sunshine come in." The man leaned on Yuan Guang's shoulder, and hugged Yuan Guang slowly and in a daze, tears streaming down unconsciously: "Really?" Yuan Guang closed his eyes, and he hugged this person tightly: "Really." "I and all my friends believe so."
