【I am the god who represents reincarnation and incompleteness.】

【I love you because I love the world.】

[The key is in front of that door.]

【If you turn around.】

【Please see me, hold me tight, believe me.】

【Time is short, years are fleeting.】

【Delusional person, I will make time stop for you.】

["Jiu Shen·Reincarnation Notes"]

…

"Cough, cough, cough, cough!"

Several heavy coughs sounded.

Su Mingan, who had just opened his eyes, took a breath and inhaled the smell of dust.

The air had a dryness to it, as if he was sucking in volcanic ash, and a dry, grainy feeling went straight into his throat.

"Cough cough cough..." He coughed heavily, moved his hand to the side of the hard bed, lifted up the thin quilt, and brought up the system mirror.

It seems that this is still a role-playing world. His appearance at this time is not his own, but it looks somewhat similar to him.

The person in the mirror has black hair and dark eyes, which are a little red due to violent coughing. Overall, he looks like a young man. His appearance looks very young, he should be no more than twenty-five years old.

He wiped the tears from his eyes and noticed a name floating above his head.

If you look carefully, you will see that it is exactly the three words "Su Mingan". There is a bracket after it: (this name is only visible to players).

It seems that even in a role-playing world, other players will know which player this person is, and there will be no situation where players pretend to be NPCs to deceive other players.

The barrage has already announced the time, and I am beginning to look forward to the situation in this world:

[Looks like a medieval background.]

[It’s so dark outside the window. The brightness of the environment is not very high. There seems to be something black floating in the air... Is it smog? 】

[Su Ming'an seems to be possessing a poor boy? It's really rare. Before, he was either a world-famous Saint Master or the God of Yunshang City who once saved the world. I thought he would always adopt this aristocratic tone. 】

[Is this a plot about a down-and-out nobleman turning back and slapping him in the face? I'm starting to look forward to it...]

[But this time, there won’t be another eldest lady shouting, “There is no woman who likes you more than me in this world”, and no one will call him “Rin” anymore. When he wakes up this time, who will be around him?

nor……】

[No one will call "Captain" in the live broadcast room anymore...]

【Hey, hey, are you finished yet? Stop, stop, stop!】

【……】

"Ahem! Ahem..."

Su Mingan wiped his face.

He didn't expect that when he opened his eyes, he would be greeted by a violent cough, which he still can't stop, as if his throat was blocked by something.

Seeing that the situation was getting worse, he immediately unscrewed the mineral water in his backpack and poured it down his throat quickly. After moistening his throat, he felt that the strange foreign body sensation in his throat had disappeared a lot.

...Did he gasp too hard when he opened his eyes?

He stood up and followed the crisp sound of an object falling to the ground that he heard before he opened his eyes.

Opening the door, he saw a rusty key lying on the stone steps in front of him.

It must have been the sound of this key falling to the ground just now. I don't know who threw it here.

He did not rush to pick up the key, but first raised his head and looked at the environment outside the door.

The first thing that caught his eye was a bright red figure.

It was a figure covered in red robes, standing outside the door with his back to him.

The sky that the man in red robe faced was not a normal night, but had a strong sense of foreboding.

It was as if there was pitch-black ink smeared on the sky, smearing the originally silent colors in different shades, as if some twisted living creature was struggling and rolling in the sky, which made people look a little sick.

Under the sky, dark fluid material like jagged rocks piled up all around like hills, like solidified sludge, completely wrapping the world. Even the trees on the side were wrapped in a dark black mist.

This is a forest-like area. However, the trees are pure black in color, as if they were stained by sludge, and even the leaves are dead black, like dead cicadas, without any breath of life.

The house where Su Mingan lived was a wooden house in the mountains. The black mud was like a large garbage dump, almost surrounding the wooden house.

It was past twelve o'clock in the morning, late at night, and the light at night was very poor. Only a blackened moon hanging in the sky reflected a little faint light, allowing him to barely see the scene outside the wooden house.

"Cough, cough, cough..." Su Mingan took another breath, choked on the black particles in the air, and began to cough violently.

Judging from the current situation, the environment of this world is definitely not good. Not to mention the weird sludge all over the world, even the air quality seems to be full of smog, and it is still a visible black haze.

…It’s like a “polluted” world.

He walked out of the room while coughing, and the wooden door made a squeaking sound, as if he was about to be inferred by this.

He raised his eyelids, and his vision was filled with thick mud. He took steps, as if he was walking hard in a world surrounded by black mud.

And in the darkness, before him, the man in blood-red robes remained motionless.

The vast, deep black sky spread behind the man, and under the darkness of dense dark clouds, the figure looked thin and thin.

However, the color on that person's body was extremely bright, like a beating, bright fire in the dark night, stubbornly blooming with the most dazzling brilliance in the dark.

The man in red robe just stood there quietly, unable to get close to the particles floating around him, like a flame dispelling the haze, like a crumbling blood-red flag.

It was as if he was fighting against this dark world silently with the power of one person.

I do not know how it is.

It was obvious that it was just an insignificant figure.

When Su Ming'an saw the other person standing under the rolling darkness, he actually had the feeling that the other person was fighting against the entire world.

It's like seeing Zhang Ying's epic oil painting engraved in my mind. It makes people hold their breath unconsciously, not wanting to break this artistic sense.

The extraordinarily bright red color quickly reflected in his eyes, like a fierce fire burning in his eyes.

While approaching the man in red robe, Su Mingan heard the system's familiar world start prompt.

【Welcome all players to the eighth world!】

[World name: Divine Festival]

[Basic mission for all players: Please work with your "leader" and do your best to survive until the last moment of this world! 】

[Player’s personal advanced mission: (Decided according to the role played by the player, and is being issued...)]

[Perfect pass: (will be opened when the player survives to the "final stage")]

…

"Ding dong!"

[The mission of the person in power: pretending to be an NPC (boss rabbit), inspecting the world's venues, current progress: 1/100]

[Task reward: Advancement of status as "the one in power."]

[Punishment for mission failure: The status of "power holder" will be returned to the second level. 】

…

At this time, Su Mingan observed through the small split screen that the boss rabbit transformed by Ying had begun to wander around the venue. There was an invisible barrier around Ying's body that could help him separate from the black mist floating in the air.

, maybe this is Ying’s unique understanding of space capabilities.

"Cough, cough cough..."

Su Mingan paid attention to it for a while, and then quickly withdrew his attention. While coughing, he felt his temples twitching. He seemed to have a bad premonition.

He drank mineral water, rubbed his temples, and stepped down the last stone step, intending to say hello to the "guide" standing in front of his house. If nothing else happened, this person should be the guide he matched.

, I don’t know what abilities the other party has.

He was already prepared not to go back and re-select if the opponent's ability was not particularly impressive. After all, re-selection was no different from a blind selection, and he might be matched with a worse leader. Repeated deaths would bring

It is difficult to equate the sequelae and gains.

He coughed violently, and after a few coughs, he felt that he had finally coughed up the grainy feeling.

He learned a lesson and decided to avoid taking deep or rapid breaths in this world to avoid choking to death.

"Are you my guide...?" He asked and walked towards the man in red robe.

However, while taking steps, he suddenly felt that something was wrong with his vision.

Normally, his field of vision has two bars, one green and one blue, on the left. The green bar represents health and the blue bar represents mana. But now, he saw a slowly emerging one, located under the two bars.

A bright orange-red strip.

"..." Su Mingan frowned, and his originally relaxed mood was instantly messed up.
To be continued...