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Player NO.1

"If all of humanity were to entrust their hopes to one person, would this path be easier to tread?" ... "When you see these words, the game of life and death to redeem the planet has already begun." "All players traverse alternate worlds together, seeking the chance to redeem their homeland." "I am Alger, possessing the ability to rewind death known only to me." "The eliminated players become spectators, in livestreams with billions of viewers, they call me—the strongest [First Player], the torchbearer of the dark age." "Some also say I am a madman who only knows how to clear the game, a sheep in wolf's clothing." "...But it doesn't matter." "For those who carry the fire for the masses, freezing to death in the snow is unacceptable. For those who pave the way for freedom, being trapped in thorns is intolerable." "I guard a secret unknown even to invaders—whenever the future is in despair, I am the only one who can go back in time and change the tragedy." "I deceive the world with lies, groping forward in countless failed timelines." "—And deliver to all who watch me the best future I have personally crafted, the [Future World]." "Even if it means treading upon my countless corpses and ashes."

TheresaChavez · Fantasy
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8 Chs

"Charisma A."

The other party remained silent, with the blade constantly pressing against him.

"When it comes to killing, it's best to be decisive, just cut straight through here." Alger's lips curled into a smile as he pointed to his own neck, then directly pressed the opponent's dagger, noticing the clear tremble from the other side. He smiled, "You see, it's just giving an opportunity to kill or not."

He let go of his hand, and the sharp part near the neck had already been nullified by the Vanish skill.

The Vanish skill at level 1 still consumed too much mana. With just that little effort, the blue bar in his field of vision had bottomed out.

However, the other party continued to press—or rather, sat on—him, with two tightly pressed legs pressing against his own legs. Even though the thing that could kill him had disappeared, the pressure remained.

In the midst of darkness, the brief contact of skin against skin might lead one to have illicit thoughts.

But at this moment, a sudden surge of electricity came from the side, accompanied by a sharp "zzz" sound.

The screen on the wall suddenly lit up, becoming the only source of light in this place.

On the screen, a host was reporting the news, but the tone was eerie green, even the host's face was bathed in a paint-like green light.

[The unknown disease that ravaged Henggang City last year has been effectively controlled this year. According to observations, elements in mushroom products can help people effectively prevent diseases. Major hospitals have started making vaccines using mushroom extracts...]

The host spoke eloquently, with the background of doctors in white coats bustling about. Alger could temporarily confirm that the background of this world was in Longguo. He was watching intently when suddenly a slightly embarrassed female voice came from above.

"—How long are you going to watch TV?"

Alger shifted his gaze from the TV to the woman who was pressing him down. She had a pair of beautiful phoenix eyes, extremely bright, with ink-like eyebrows furrowed, a neat ponytail falling on her shoulders, and scattered black hair interspersed with red rays on her snow-white skin.

...It was the white-collar worker who had suddenly left the team just now.

Alger spread his hands, "How about you get off me first?"

"..." The woman paused for a moment, suddenly realizing that the dagger in her hand had melted away at some point. She moved her body somewhat awkwardly, her gaze becoming more vigilant.

Alger stood up. His attention had been on the news the whole time.

[Residents are advised to pay attention to personal hygiene and avoid large gatherings as much as possible... We will... Please trust... the government will definitely...]

Suddenly, snowflakes appeared on the screen.

The sharp "zzz" sound became more pronounced, and then the host's voice began to stutter. The ordinary face gradually turned into a mosaic, even the features began to twist and distort, becoming somewhat terrifying. Until finally, the screen flashed, and everything returned to silence.

In the darkness, the two stood facing each other, with only the clear sound of the clock ticking.

Alger took out a flashlight from his backpack, turned it on, and then took out another flashlight.

"For me?" The woman was somewhat surprised. After all, she had just seemed to be about to kill this young man.

"Flashlight... can't kill people, right?" Alger smiled and patted her hand, "Don't be afraid to give you a murder weapon, take it."

The woman glanced at him inexplicably, then obediently took the flashlight and began to search the room.

...

Perhaps because the road leading here was too dark, others probably chose another path, as no one had come here all along. Alger swept the light around and discovered that this was a room similar to a laboratory.

[You have found an item (Petri dish).]

[Petri dish: There's nothing inside, maybe smashing it could be used as a weapon.]

[You have found an item (Empty test tube).]

[Empty test tube: If lacking a cup, it can be used as a romantic utensil for drinking wine.]

[You have found an item (Rusty wooden rack).]

[Rusty wooden rack: Excellent item to lean against for sleep at night.]

[*You have found a clue (Test tube filled with liquid).]

[Clue Eight - Test tube filled with liquid: It contains suspicious liquid, perhaps it could help discover the truth. (Note: Liquid properties can be identified through hidden skill Identification or possession of chemical-related skills).]

[The clue has been recorded in the clue column and can be viewed at any time.]

[Received exploration points 10*1]

The clue was followed by an "Eight," meaning there were definitely more than eight clues.

Alger picked up the bottle, looked at it against the light, and the swaying purple liquid resembled beautiful amethysts, shimmering with captivating luster.

"There's no useful discovery, what about you?" The woman walked over, her eyes fixed on the bottle. "Do you know what this is?"

"Potassium permanganate solution."

The woman's eyes lit up. "I don't understand chemistry, are you in a chemical profession?"

"No, I'm just guessing." Alger smiled as he put down the bottle. "I'm sorry to disappoint you—I'm just an ordinary student."

"You do look like your age." The woman said.

...Was she implying that he didn't look like other aspects?

Alger neither confirmed nor denied it. With the light in his hand, his gaze deepened slightly.

The woman stumbled as she walked past him.

"What junk did I trip over..." She frowned and looked down, reaching for the flashlight she had been holding in her arms to save power.

"Be prepared." Alger reminded.

"I'm not scared by things like this... Ahhhh!"

"Clang!"

The woman's sharp tone suddenly rose, and the flashlight made a loud noise as it fell to the ground, echoing in the room, with the light flashing round and round.

Alger swept the light around and first saw a decaying severed hand lying on the ground. Following the small circle of light, he saw the broken clothes on the body and patches of rotten, spreading black spots. The ground was covered with dried, tar-like black blood clots.

The remaining hand of the corpse was reaching forward with force, even the black nails were broken, indicating the immense pain endured.

Even more eerie was... the mushrooms growing on the corpse... as if they were growing from the flesh and blood of a human, still looking fresh and juicy, forming a stark contrast with the dead body.

"Ah... Ah..." The woman retreated in fear, still wearing high heels on her feet, making a chaotic stepping sound as she moved back.

Alger illuminated the area and pulled out a wooden stick from the nearby table to turn the face of the corpse, revealing the hollow eyes with fresh mushrooms growing from the dry eye sockets, looking like little umbrellas.

"You... you're still looking?" The woman's voice came from behind, sharp with anxiety.

"It seems that mushrooms are involved in this matter. I wonder if the apocalypse has begun..." Alger straightened up suddenly, realizing something, and said to the woman behind him, "Close your eyes."

"What?" The woman looked at him warily.

"I'm afraid you'll see something even scarier." Alger said, "Be good, don't look."

The woman's figure shrank for a moment, then she closed her eyes in a defensive posture.

The next moment, the light in Alger's hand gradually moved towards the wall.

As he saw the bloody black color on the wall, the light in his hand flashed for a moment, and then suddenly went out.

...

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