"How many cases are there today?" The man with his head behind his back suddenly said.

"Twenty-three." The white-haired man said: "Mental breakdown... The reason is the sixth world. These people went crazy just after returning. It was their families who sent them here to seek help. These people are pretty lucky...

Those who have no one around them may not know where they collapsed.

——This time, the organizers have finally revealed their true colors and are going to take action against idiots like us. I hope most people can understand that this is not a charity game."

"Damn it. This copy is simply a machine for mass-producing lunatics - the United Group is going crazy, with so many people asking for help, so many lunatics suddenly appearing..."

The white-haired man's pale eyes moved slightly, revealing a hint of sadness: "Not only that, as far as I know, the suicide rate is also on the rise."

"...Will someone commit suicide? Here?" The man with the back of his head was stunned for a moment.

"Even in the original world, there were so many lives that committed suicide every day. In this world, there will only be more." The white-haired man sighed: "World Games, the organizers... they are like Da

The sword of Morocrus generally hangs over our heads, and we don't know when it will fall. Those extreme conservatism, unacceptable thinkers, politicians, and scientists who cannot adapt to the changing rules...their collapse has started from the beginning.

It's going on, but the information today is too complicated and we can't see it."

"..."

"Can't see it, but it doesn't mean it doesn't exist..." He took a puff of cigarette again: "The world is changing by leaps and bounds. People's ideological positions and methods are different. Some people choose to follow the trend, some choose to catch up, and some choose to catch up.

Choose to gain experience from skills and props, and some people try to talk to the organizer directly... Then it is normal for some people to be unable to face it and choose to end their lives."

"...This is ridiculous."

"People in this world have long been like dead skins." He said: "Look at those walking on the street, sitting in shops, lying on beds, speaking in forums...everyone of them

, even though they look like bystanders, in fact, they are already dying... psychologically dead, they are like dehydrated patients."

"..."

"And our living space has long been squeezed to pieces. Now we are just trying our best to barely breathe." He tapped the cigarette body with his finger, and fluffy white ash floated down from the cigarette butt: "...You also saw it.

Well, Cole, I saw those people who committed suicide live in the main god's space - those are really people who have lost all hope and even their souls have been wiped out.

Those people believe that mankind has no future, that everyone is in endless shame, that people as bright as stars have been reduced to toys, that the long river of history has been cut off from our generation, and that tomorrow one year later will never come...

"

"Stop talking," Cole said.

"Those who committed suicide, who died in a real sense, who will not be resurrected, have you seen the way they died in the forum screenshots? It is really shocking...Their eyes are the most hopeless eyes I have ever seen, all of them

My memories, fantasies, dreams, ideas... have all been wiped out." The white-haired man had no intention of stopping.

He leaned against the wall, blowing smoke rings, and his eyes gradually became indifferent:

"Some people burned themselves to death, and their ashes were scattered like snow. Some people died in explosions, with blood and flesh raining everywhere. Some people chose to swallow poison, and their skin shriveled up little by little in the live broadcast room...

Did they do something wrong? Not necessarily. They have the right to give up their lives.

They have lost all hope. Like believers who have lost their faith and the gods in their hearts, they have come to a completely unknown era, where there may always be only darkness in front of them..."

"Stop talking." Cole repeated again.

He clenched his fists and closed his eyes, his face full of reluctance.

"Recognizing the facts and making a choice are two different things after all." The white-haired man said:

"Those people, those people who seemed to die spectacularly, in front of so many people - they had already determined the pessimistic ending for everyone one year later, and made the choice to give up for this reason.

The mutual destruction of human beings has become a normal state. Although in such a world, we briefly put aside our prejudice and hatred on Zhai Star and became one... But we are not on the same line after all. Human beings

It is also impossible to have group thinking like a smart brain. It is simply impossible to gather everyone into one mind...

The organizers are happy to divide humanity. Cole, you have also seen that there are so many identities with different powers, so many people who have been assimilated into the dungeon world, so many people who have decided not to be players anymore...

For the fifth world alone, there are many people who have decided to stay in that world forever, who want to control their subordinates like gods and no longer want to become ant-like humans.

Including those with special powers, they have abandoned their identities as human beings and actively moved closer to higher-dimensional creatures... They are actually not wrong. They have made their own choices, and they are very firm.

As for us...you and I are standing here in the artificial rain, smoking low-quality cigarettes nostalgic for the past, and talking about these nutritious topics.

In essence, our behavior is no different from those of the guys at the World Forum. It's just that we say it verbally.

Human beings always like to beautify their behavior.

Cole, we probably can’t escape this barrier created by ourselves..."

"I'm just sympathizing with those guys, but I happened to meet such a copy." Cole said: "I came here just to find a moment of peace, not to listen to you talk about such a lot of nonsense.

, Qin Er - go find someone who is willing to listen to you, there will be a lot of them on the World Forum."

"...I'm just expressing some emotions." Qin Er smiled: "After all, if a person keeps suppressing himself and lives like a machine, he will really become a madman."

"You can become a madman if you don't participate in the dungeon. Human's psychological ability is really fragile."

"Don't look down on human beings too highly, and don't look down upon them too little, Cole." Qin Er said: "Look, although there are always people who are despairing of all hope, in such a world, there will always be pioneers of the times."

"Pioneer?" Cole grinned a slightly ferocious smile: "Are they just those lunatics from the previous players?"

"You think they're crazy?"

"In an abnormal world, the people who take the top spot will not be normal." Cole said: "The brain circuits of the top players are obviously consistent with the copy set by the organizer, but how can humans who have the same brain circuits as the organizers be?

What a normal human being."

"Maybe you are right." Qin Er rarely nodded in agreement: "But as far as I know, it seems that so far, there has been no situation where the top players on the list have gone crazy."

"It's very simple to explain." Cole sneered.

He raised his head and looked at the screen of the live broadcast room that was playing in the rain, his eyes turned bone-chilling for a moment:

"——Because those players at the top of the list have already gone crazy. How could a madman go crazy again?"

"Yeah?"

"From the first time I cleared the game, no one is a [normal person] anymore." Cole twitched his lips.

Qin Er looked away.

What he was looking at was a doctor in white holding a scalpel on a live broadcast screen, looking expressionlessly at a path of corpses on the ground.

Blood stained every corner of the narrow corridor, and even the orange escalators seemed to be painted with blood.

The weird, terrifying, cloud-like darkness seems to be slowly flowing out along the screen at any time.

...Just looking at this scene made him feel extremely uncomfortable.

Not to mention the players in it.

...Even if these players survive in the end, they are probably not that far away from becoming lunatics.

"This copy is dividing humans horizontally." He said: "Normal people, and [crazy people]."

"When humans reach a certain limit, they are no longer human beings." Cole said: "The way of thinking and the three views of this group of people will be very different from ours. They have long been led astray by these copies, but this

This is especially obvious in dungeons - in my opinion, the stronger the player, the more deeply affected they will be by the dungeons, and the more crazy they will become."

"For example, the strongest number one player?" Qin Er looked at the screen and pursed his lips.

"He." Cole laughed.

His hanging hands swayed slightly unconsciously, and in front of him was an almost upside-down world.

In my ears, I heard the constant sound of raindrops.

"...He is just the biggest lunatic." Cole said: "If I expect that kind of lunatic to lead mankind - then I might as well find an opportunity. Believe in a religion and expect God to lead me."

"The first player is a madman." Qin Er nodded: "But he is also the most sane and normal madman. Before he really goes crazy and loses his mind, everyone can believe that he is the most normal person."

"Qin Er?" Cole frowned.

"I've noticed the look in that man's eyes...have you seen it? The way he looks at us, it doesn't look like he's looking at human beings or his compatriots, but rather like he's looking at the NPC characters in the game."

Qin Er said: "I was thinking at the time, why does this person have such eyes... It's like he values ​​us very much, but also doesn't value us at all. I haven't thought about this question until now.

I understand, so I simply gave up thinking."

"What do you mean?"

"It's not interesting... I was just talking casually." Qin You suddenly changed the topic: "Ah, by the way, I forgot to tell you that I have recently become a believer."

"You, an atheist, would do such a thing?" Cole raised his eyebrows.

"Yes." Qin Er smiled: "I feel now that the future is bright."

"It's interesting that a guy like you can be so obsessed with it...what exactly is this teaching?"

"Lighthouse Cult."

"……What?"

"Lighthouse Cult." Qin Er repeated in a very soft tone: "...Maybe I'm going crazy too."

"Are you crazy? Do you want to believe in that kind of guy?"

"Unexpectedly, I actually think it's not bad." Qin Er smiled:

"...In such a desperate world, everyone has his own god in his heart.

Treat madmen as gods... Do you think it's me who's crazy, or do you think it's the humans who believe in this way?"
To be continued...