I Became a God in a Horror Game - Chapter 403

[Chapter 393 How to Own Five Buildings]

[System prompt: Player Yuan Guang is equipped with the identity of “Monster Book: The Painter Who Hates Myself”]

The fog spread from the soles of Yuan Guang’s feet as he ran. He roared and cried, and the utility knife in his hand became a Put the brush in the pixel state and swipe hard towards those who are falling.

[System prompt: Player Yuan Guang uses the identity skill (layer drawing)]

“Survive!!!”

“There is hope if you survive!!” The

fog swept the entire venue like an explosion, a pixel-like gray layer, with A speed invisible to the naked eye caught under all the fallers, all the trance fallers tumbled and bounced on this strange, cotton-like layer, and then landed firmly.

There were no casualties.

Realizing this, Yuan Guang slumped on the ground in a daze, and in the next second, he rushed forward with his head lowered, grabbed the collar of one of them, and faced him without hesitation. fist.

He was crying, beating the surviving NPC, and roaring: “Why do you want to die! Ah!”

“If you die, you will have nothing!”

Yuan Guang burst into tears, and he choked: “You are dead! , but we are still alive, we will be very sad.”

“Because you are gone…”

Year after year, Yuan Guang has sacrificed to those who died, but Yuan Guang never despaired, because he knew the rest Everyone is trying to persevere until the day when they can’t persevere, and then say to him apologetically, Xiao Yuan, I can’t stand it anymore.

They don’t really die, they just can’t stand it, they need rest, they die in hope.

[Xiao Yuan, I will take a break for a while, and I will be resurrected when you win!

]

[Hey, I can’t do it anymore, I’m so tired, you go first, then give me a resurrection armor!

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[President Yuan, I’ll leave it to you next!

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Uncle Wang knelt in front of him, raised his head slowly, a smile appeared on his face full of tears, he patted Yuan Guang’s shoulder: “Why do you feel like you are going to cry? What are you crying, don’t cry.”

“I Just go to our cemetery for a while, I know Xiao Yuan is there, one day—”

“Everyone will come out of the cemetery.”

“Those of us who are tired in the middle are just temporarily depositing their deaths there. , sleep there, and then the next day, when the sun rises and the sun shines on our community, we wake up as a bunch of immortals!”

Everyone dies in the game, and in reality is pulled from the edge of the building When they jumped down, they turned to look at Yuan Guang who was standing in the distance. There were no tears, no crying, and no despair on their faces. Instead, they waved to Yuan Guang with a smile of trust:

”

Goodbye, Xiao Yuan.”

We believe that Xiao Yuan will lead us to win that day.

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【It’s hard work Xiao Yuan, let’s keep our death temporarily.

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There are still people jumping down the building constantly, Yuan Guang looked up, ran forward with Shi Qian in slow motion, gnashed his teeth and waved his brush, tears streaming frantically.

“Don’t die!!!” He shouted hoarsely and tremblingly, “Don’t die in this despair!!”

“Keep going!!”

Everything in front of him 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, going around the registration interface of the system panel, thinking hard about the team’s participating name.

Some people joked that our unlucky guild might as well be called a cemetery, right?

After obtaining the unanimous approval of everyone laughing, someone asked what the cemetery was called.

Uncle Wang scratched his head and turned to look at him: “Xiao Yuan, what do you think of Sunshine Cemetery?”

“…It’s too earthy, uncle.” Before Yuan Guang could answer, someone was already complaining.

“Sunshine does seem to be a bit dirty, but it’s not enough, isn’t it fashionable?” Uncle Wang thought 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: ” Xiao Yuan, do you know the form of light that is more aggressive than sunlight, what is it?”

Yuan Guang was startled: “…laser?”

“The laser cemetery is also a bit strange…” Uncle Wang fell into a whirlpool of thought.

Someone next to him suggested: “What is the English word for laser?”

Yuan Guang slowly recalled the word, and said the word: “Laser.” “Laser

-er?” Uncle Wang repeated Yuan Guang slowly with an accent. Then, he laughed out loud, “This is good, this name is foreign! That’s it!”

Yuan Guang was running in the night when people were falling, layer by layer spread out on top of his head, he gritted his teeth. Withstanding the weight of everyone who fell on the layer, the blue veins on the neck jumped with force, but still did not retreat an inch.

His eyes looked at a certain point in the air, and the voice he shouted was piercing, as if the chest cavity and the soul were uttering from Yuan Guang’s slender body at the same time:

“Laser is the most aggressive form of light!”

“We, As long as you live, as long as you exist, you will never lose to the sun!!!”

Viewing Pool.

The people at Russell Cemetery stared at Yuan Guang, who was sweating and tearing together on the big screen. They knew that what Yuan Guang said just now was shouting to them.

They stood up slowly, someone took a deep breath, raised a loudspeaker and shouted at Yuan Guang on the big screen:

“Russell Cemetery, we must win!”

“Russell Cemetery, first!”

” Yes

Come on!”

“We believe in the president!!”

“We will try our best to last until the last second!”

They screamed until the muscles on their faces were shaking, as if they hoped that the sound could pass through the screen and reach Yuan Guang’s side with him. Hold up those heavy layers.

“In the game, I’m the first to see a tactician who cheers for members who can’t hear it at all.” Charles, who was sitting on the side, held his chin and looked at all this with great interest, “But in the viewing pool, It’s the first time I’ve seen someone cheering for a team member who I can’t hear at all.”

“Russell Cemetery, a magical guild.”

Wang Shun looked at the scene of all the members on the opposite side standing up to cheer Yuan Guang, and then watched again. Glancing at the report data on the system panel, I couldn’t tell what it was like for a while.

… Russell’s pool approval rate is rising, and it’s still falling.

The audience is very realistic, being at a disadvantage is being at a disadvantage, and it doesn’t change because of how many people struggle with it, and the audience never sympathizes with the weak.

But… Wang Shun took another look at the members of the Russell Cemetery who were roaring furiously.

Nor are they struggling to gain sympathy from others.

Even if 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 who are trying to survive.

– They struggled and lived miserably for themselves, for the “people” who had placed their hopes in them and lived in the cemetery.

Shi Qian stepped forward and helped Yuan Guang against the layer with his shoulders. Yuan Guang’s legs softened and he almost knelt on the ground, and then was helped by Shi Qian, who was gnashing his teeth against the layer. One by one those who fell on it rose up and hugged them tightly.

“It will be fine.”

“It will all pass.”

“One day…” Yuan Guang’s face was covered in mud and his hands were all cut. 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 I live in the cemetery temporarily, but one day, we will live to see the sun shine in.”

The man leaned on Yuan Guang’s shoulder and hugged Yuan Guang back slowly and dazedly, tears flowing unconsciously. : “Really?”

Yuan Guang closed his eyes, he hugged the man tightly: “Really.”

“Me and all my friends believe in this prophecy like this.”