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Chapter 1739 Final Chapter: Crossing the Shore [84] "Blue Mist People".

Chapter 1739 Final Chapter: The Shore Crossing [84]: "The Blue Mist People".

"Brother Wang! That's enough! The thirteenth round of the game is over, and the first player and the others are coming out! Your mission is over!!!" Qiuqiu jumped off her motorcycle in Xining and shouted from the edge of the abyss. She dared not approach; boundless demonic energy rushed towards her, accompanied by a sharp, piercing, and biting cold wind. This was not an environment for ordinary people to survive in.

In the center of the abyss, the brown-haired boy lay in a blooming flowerbed, his head slightly tilted, and he heard it.

He still clutched the small ball in his trembling hand, as if holding a shimmering, fluorescent star.

He no longer had the strength to stand. Even though the flower field could isolate pollution, the field he created in cooperation with thousands of players was still too fragile. Even so, he mechanically spoke to each of the small balls, tossing them into the doorway one by one like a robot.

The reason Su Ming'an was able to find Chen Yuhang and his group so quickly was not only due to Lü Shen's help, but also thanks to Wang Xingkong's little balls. Things with a shared aura tend to gravitate towards each other. Given the bond between Chen Yuhang and Wang Xingkong, Lü Shen only needed to find the place with the most little balls to easily locate Chen Yuhang and his group.

Lin Yin never expected that Wang Xingkong, who came from Mingxi campus and wasn't even a real life... could persevere to this point and make such a great contribution.

Lin Yin's voice came through the communicator: "Wang Xingkong, that's enough. You did a great job. Your mission is over. Head out. The support players from the second group will provide you with mana and aura support along the way. Use the Flower skill and walk out."

Beside the abyss, a team of healing players stood ready, staffs in hand, gazing at the flower-strewn Wang Xingkong. Their purpose was to provide immediate healing as soon as he emerged.

It's nothing short of a miracle that an ordinary person could endure this for so long. It's no less painful than someone suffocating and being roasted alive in a sea of ​​fire.

Lin Yin said, "After you come out, you will reunite with another hero, Chen Yuhang. No one will discriminate against your true nature anymore. You are the real life, and you are even more worthy of respect than many people... In the future, whether you want to return to Mingxi Campus, stay in Luowasha, or go to Zhaixing, we will help you make it happen."

Despite the excruciating pain in Wang Xingkong's face, a smile managed to appear.

Is this how heroes are treated...? That's great, at least I wasn't punished by standing here for so long...

Judging from Lin Yin's tone, Chen Yuhang seems to have done quite a few heroic deeds in the Source Point. How come I never knew that this guy who was always punished by the teacher to copy texts and stand in the corner was so brave... He's clearly a brat who blushes when he talks to girls, but now he can actually do something so courageous...

He suddenly felt lucky.

Fortunately, that day at Mingxi Campus, Su Ming'an sparked in him the urge to escape—to escape this prison-like campus, to escape the fabricated pages of reality. Only by escaping could he realize that Mingxi Campus was a pirated imitation created by the Disciple Games, and that he himself was a false imitation of "Wang Xingkong"... After all, the dead cannot be brought back to life, and he could only be a replica.

Only by escaping beyond the pages of the textbook did I realize how illusory the world before was. Those teachers, classmates, the college entrance exam that tormented me and even made me contemplate suicide... it was all an illusion. If I had truly been tormented by the college entrance exam in that fake school and ended my life without ever seeing the real world outside, I wouldn't be the "Hero Wang Xingkong" standing here today.

That's wonderful, that's wonderful.

Fortunately, that day, I climbed over the school fence and resolutely jumped from the sky, soaring towards freedom like a bird.

Fortunately, Chen Yuhang caught up with him that day and took his hand.

……

"Brother Wang, be careful climbing, don't let the security guards see you."

【"Walk!"】

"My God, Brother Wang, where have I been? Is this still Mingxi?"

……

Fortunately, I am "Wang Xingkong".

He had never been so grateful for his escape.

Wang Xingkong stretched out his dark hand, paused, and then realized that his skin was a purplish-black color, as if he had eaten poisonous mushrooms; his entire body was tinged with an ominous dark hue. He picked up the communicator:

"—Lin Yin, there's one more thing!"

"What is it?" Lin Yin's calm voice came through. Her voice was always calm. As the central control commander for millions of people, she had to remain calm. No matter what happened, she couldn't panic, otherwise countless people would panic along with her.

Actually, she's more adept at wielding a greatsword as a battlefield healer than sitting in the control center. However, everyone is scattered across different places: Lu is at the source point, Yamada and Beiwang are drawing attention, Aini and Lu Shu are fighting in the sky, Isabella is searching for the god of inspiration… everyone has their own tasks. But she's not alone; behind her is a decision-making team of three hundred people temporarily dispatched by the alliance, with an average age of over forty. They are all veterans, strategists, politicians, and even well-known online game guild war commanders and game designers.

"I heard Violet and Chen Yuhang have come out, but why haven't they come out of the door?" Wang Xingkong stared intently at the door in front of him. "I don't see anyone!"

Lin Yin was silent for a moment, seemingly talking to her strategist, before she quickly spoke up: "It's alright, Wang Xingkong, come out now."

On the other side, in the central control area of ​​the battlefield, a middle-aged man with a beard immediately shook his head: "Ms. Lin, the best decision is to let Wang Xingkong stay there."

"This is my judgment," Lin Yin said calmly, her microphone muted.

“Ms. Lin, we need to make the most rational decision.” Another middle-aged woman adjusted her glasses. “The best decision is to let Wang Xingkong stay at the door, to become a resonant coordinate… to ensure that Su Ming’an comes here as soon as he comes out. This is where our reinforcements are, with two god-level combatants, Su Lin and Lü Shu, both here.”

Another middle-aged man who looked like a doctor, named Cassiea, a recipient of an international medical award, closed his tablet and said, "In fact, we judge... just like Chen Yuhang and Violet, who are currently seriously injured and unconscious, their condition is very bad, and our healing players have no way to help them... even if we bring Wang Xingkong back now, the chances of a cure are slim. The aura of the Source Point is like an unexplored primeval forest, with viruses and substances that are unheard of. When they choose to move forward, without the protection of the world game mechanism, it may be a path of no return."

Lin Yin frowned and said fiercely, "You're deceiving me!"

These people had previously told her that it was fine to let Wang Xingkong stand in front of the door, and that she could just bring him out later. But now, they suddenly told her that once Wang Xingkong stood there, it would be impossible to cure him.

Isn't this just a lie about sacrificing oneself?!

If you had told Wang Xingkong from the beginning that this was a road of no return, would he still have gone?

She was busy overseeing the situation and had no time to verify their claims. She never imagined that these politicians would stop at nothing to win, even deceiving a young man who had devoted himself to them!

Lin Yin pursed her lips. She wanted to shout at these people, but she couldn't. If she got angry, more people would die.

These "despicable" humans acted solely for the survival of another group. They knew perfectly well that if Wang Xingkong had chosen to escape, and no one had stood there to pass messages through the door, the entire situation could have collapsed. Therefore, they chose an extremely despicable deception... deceiving a passionate teenager.

“We have angels! We have gods! And in the future, there will be higher dimensions! We also have the authority over Asagao’s ‘life’, so as long as we wait, we will definitely find a way to cure him!” Lin Yin said decisively, “Bring him out immediately!”

"Maybe..." But the middle-aged woman didn't try to persuade her further and remained silent.

Lin Yin understood that these experts were right... They weren't swayed by emotions and wouldn't make wrong decisions. And she shouldn't stray from reason either.

"Great God Lin Yin, Great God Lin Yin?" The boy's voice still came through the communicator, "Why aren't you saying anything..."

Lin Yin closed her eyes briefly and gently picked up the communicator.

What should she say? Should she tell Wang Xingkong that he was deceived by some people, and that from the moment he stood there, he was destined not to come out alive?

Tell him that some people don't see you as a fellow countryman at all, but rather as a tool, a weapon, or a consumable.

Tell him that your youthful passion is nothing but poison that will kill you? That the so-called "hero" title is nothing more than a consolation prize you can only claim after you die?

That would be too cruel; she couldn't do it.

“Wang Xingkong, you can stay or turn back immediately. If you stay, you will become the one to guide Su Ming'an, but given your physical condition, if you stay, you are definitely beyond saving. If you turn back, we will do everything we can to treat you,” Lin Yin said.

The middle-aged man disagreed, saying, "Ms. Lin, how could he possibly want to stay there?"

Survival is a human instinct. Knowing that staying would mean death, who would stay there? Wang Xingkong is neither a Zhai Xingren nor a Luowasha Ren. He has no responsibility to either world. Why would he be willing to sacrifice himself to help them?

He is now a world-renowned "hero". If he turns back now, the whole world will fawn over him, and he will enjoy endless wealth and glory in the future. How could he not turn back?

The middle-aged man thought that he should continue to deceive Wang Xingkong—since he was going to die anyway, he might as well stay there.

“Violet, Yang Changxu, Chen Yuhang, Joey… when they faced Su Ming'an’s ‘death,’ why did they choose to move forward? Why didn’t they turn back?” Lin Yin glared at him fiercely. “Their situation was exactly the same as Wang Xingkong’s now, and none of them gave up!”

If they advance, their bodies will be left nothing but ashes; if they retreat, they will enjoy wealth and glory.

Knowing there was no turning back, they still chose to move forward.

"This..." The middle-aged man touched his nose and shut his mouth. He still retained the old class mentality, and of course he couldn't believe that anyone would sacrifice themselves like this; it was completely illogical.

But many things are completely illogical.

For example, whether to turn back or not, or... whether to sacrifice oneself or not.

Lin Yin heard the boy's hoarse response on the communicator.

With a hoarse laugh, with a hoarse cry:

"Great God Lin Yin, I'm in so much pain, I'm so tired, I want to go back."

……good.

Lin Yin understood Wang Xingkong's choice; he had persisted for too long, and his dedication was enough.

Even if everyone had sentenced Wang Xingkong to death, she would still try to save him. As long as he wanted to live, as long as he had the will to live, she would mobilize all available resources to save his life.

We must not let heroes lose heart.

"Wang Xingkong, use the 'Infinite Bouquet' skill to spread flowers all the way towards the ten o'clock direction. There's a priest waiting for you outside."

……

Wang Xingkong lay on the soft floral carpet.

His chest was filled with a burning sensation, as if something was raging, roaring, and tearing inside him. He breathed in the fiery air, feeling as if he were in a sea of ​​fire.

The abyss was silent, as if a thin membrane shielded it from the relentless gunfire outside. People had to shout loudly for Wang Xingkong to hear them. It was like lying beside a warm fireplace on a winter night, watching the endless snow fall outside.

But being caught in the disaster, he couldn't enjoy the feeling of gazing at the snow from his window.

"Cough, cough cough cough..." He reached out and crawled out.

Thankfully, I can walk on my own now, and I no longer need to repeat the same sentences over and over again, or throw the ball into the air repeatedly.

If the lives of ten thousand ordinary people could advance humanity further, those high-ranking old men in power would certainly agree. If the lives of ten million ordinary people could bring peace to the entire planet, they would also agree. In the eyes of many in high positions, those in lower positions are not equal lives, but merely disposable machine parts; if death can bring benefits, it is the most worthwhile trade.

The most frightening thing is that those who feel something is wrong have no power to change it, while those who have the power to change it do not feel it is wrong.

Therefore, this is what makes Ming An Ge so valuable; he is the kind of person who "has the power to change things but also feels that they are wrong."

Wang Xingkong understood this, so he left without hesitation. If Ming'an knew that someone had sacrificed themselves outside the door, he would be heartbroken. All he had to do was survive and crawl outwards.

"Cough, cough, cough..."

The thick fog obscured his vision, blurring his consciousness. In a daze, he seemed to see the small nightlight that always stayed on late at night in his old home, waiting for him to return from evening self-study.

"Alright, time to go home..." he said to himself, as if in a dream, "Once Ming'an comes out... I can... go home..."

"You should have left long ago." A voice suddenly rang out.

Who?

Wang Xingkong was alert.

Right, it seems to be that blue mist person... When I almost fell into the source point with Chen Yuhang, a blue mist person suddenly pulled me back and prevented me from falling.

This blue mist figure stood there the whole time. Even though the great god Su Lin couldn't get in, this blue mist figure just stood there, doing nothing, neither helping nor harming anyone, just watching.