It wasn't clear whether KP had deliberately blocked everyone's reactions or if it was for so other reason. Aside from Ai Qing suddenly looking up, everyone else continued to stare at the charts on the table, clutching dice, without any response.
Ai Qing stared at the table, saw the bloodstains Yue Jun had spat out before he exited, and after a while, slowly raised her head. "Are they dead?"
"Don't think of as so evil, ma'am," KP smiled, looking towards Ai Qing's back. "After all, I didn't set such harsh rules for everyone else."
Ai Qing turned around abruptly and saw two figures on the shabby sofa in the corner of the room: Yue Jun and his Inspector. They were still alive.
But apart from being alive, nothing else remained.
Their eyes no longer held their forr luster. Their pupils were dilated, dull, and lifeless. They just sat there on the sofa, motionless, drool slowly dripping from the corners of their mouths.
They were as good as walking corpses.
"See, I said they were still alive," KP smiled. "They've just lost all their 'sanity'…"
Ai Qing retorted, "What difference does that make from being dead?"
"The difference is significant. Compared to the imnse cost of losing one's life, this is only a sacrifice of so sanity and dignity. They haven't even suffered Soul collapse. If they find a good sanatorium, they might recover in five or six years. I think the price I've exacted is quite rciful, don't you agree?"
KP nonchalantly glanced at Ai Qing's Character Card. "Compared to others, you should worry more about yourself. After all, if they die, they only lose their sanity. But you…"
"Tch." Ai Qing made a sound of displeasure but said nothing more.
Just as KP was about to continue the ga, his phone on the table suddenly vibrated.
"Hm?" He picked it up and looked, raising his eyebrows. "Ah, it seems quite a few viewers are dissatisfied with this slow-paced gaplay..."
"Viewers?" Ai Qing frowned.
"Didn't I ntion it?" KP said with a smile, as if just rembering. "This match is being broadcast live on the Darknet Border. Global viewership has already reached 30,000, and the number of paying viewers is about to break 3,000! Quite the joyful occasion! Ah, no need to worry. I've taken asures to protect everyone's personal privacy, of course... but I still need to respect the opinions of the viewers."
He pondered for a mont, as if weighing a difficult decision, and after a long while, he finally sighed in resignation. "Alright, alright. Then let's update the version. After all, my goal is for you all to better appreciate the fun of this story, not to have people quit due to cumberso nurical calculations and lengthy Rule Books."
He paused, then flashed his signature smile. "So, in accordance with our viewers' demands, starting now, the ga will omit all tedious dice rolling and judgnt processes. These will be handed over to the 'Autonomous Probability Judgnt Terminal' for determination, fully simulating reality! Everything is to bring the most realistic gaming experience to all players and viewers!"
With that, he snapped his fingers, announcing with a smile of mock pity, "Ladies and gentlen, the gentle tutorial level is about to end. Next, the ga will enter HARD mode."
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Huai Shi fell asleep.
Huai Shi had a dream.
He could distinctly feel himself sinking into darkness, falling deeper and deeper.
Pain, cold, hunger, loneliness, despair, and numbness.
In this seemingly eternal darkness, countless emotions erged from his chest. He felt as if abandoned by the entire world, unable to find even a single inch of land to call his own.
But in the midst of this icy despair, a crack seed to open in the Sky Do of the Dark Abyss.
From within, sacred light shone through.
Like a beacon from a Lighthouse, it illuminated the figure standing in the deepest part of the darkness.
Huai Shi couldn't make out the person's face, for its features were too handso and solemn. He couldn't guess their age, as they seed to possess both the worldly wisdom of age and the innocence of a child. He even couldn't determine the person's gender, for that pure beauty seed to have transcended the confines of gender, entering a sacred domain.
However, upon that solemn robe were stark, incongruous bloodstains, defiling its sanctity. Thus, fallen from Paradise, he plunged into the Abyss.
Yet even the most profound darkness could not defile that pure white Crown.
It seed forged from all the light in the world. Boundless majesty and tyranny adorned it like gemstones, searing the eyes of any who dared to look upon it.
In that mont, Huai Shi saw the figure slowly lift their eyes, gazing up from the Abyss Land towards the boundless world.
And so, the darkness surged like a tide.
Countless hoarse voices overlapped, rging into a deafening, thunderous roar.
"Listen! For this is the edict of the supre White Crown King! Revere! For this is the majesty of a god among n!" the Abyss seed to roar. "The ultimate decree is hereby proclaid: you need only Listen! This is the Fate ordained by Heaven: you need only obey!"
Imdiately after, all things ca to a standstill.
It was as if the entire world was obediently Listening to the words of that figure. Therefore, a deep yet gentle voice rose. Its tranquil words echoed in the Abyss, stirring up a tempestuous surge, like the wake left by the revolution of stars.
"Today, I shall erect a monunt in a land of desolation.
"Vanquished ones who have not yielded to adversity, who still cling to a sliver of hope for the Future—if you still possess courage, then prove your Power and Talent, and venture forth to this new continent! Then, together with this rebellious monunt, I shall await your esteed arrival here."
In the eternal, deathly silence, the supre King laughed and proclaid:
"—Our era is about to begin!"
In that instant, Huai Shi awoke from the dream, drenched in sweat.
His head throbbed faintly, and waves of dizziness washed over him. It wasn't just him; all the Inspectors suddenly gasped, cold sweat beading on their foreheads.
A faint sound of dice rolling persisted, forcibly deducting one point of sanity from all players.
What was terrifying, however, was that the mont they awoke, the mories from the dream blurred rapidly, swiftly fading. In the end, apart from a few vague fragnts, it was difficult to recall the dream in its entirety, except for Huai Shi.
"White Crown King?" Ai Qing asked in disbelief. "Are you sure he called himself the White Crown King?"
Huai Shi read the record from the Book of Fate again. "Yes. Is he an important figure?"
Ai Qing countered, "Hundreds of years ago, he single-handedly instigated the great migration movent. He allied with the Inca Genealogy and other second-rate Genealogies, starting from scratch to establish what is now one of the six great powers, the Arican Genealogy. The undisputed 'Natural Enemy'—do you think he's so third-rate hack?"
Huai Shi was dumbstruck. He imdiately began to shiver uncontrollably.
He was truly, uncontrollably shivering.
Why, just for harboring a fragnt of the Philosopher's Stone, was he being dragged into the affairs of such a monuntal figure?
Once he regained his composure, he finally understood which figure Ai Qing was referring to.
The first 'Falling Morning Star' in recorded history.
A forr administrator of the Stigma Genealogy, he was said to be one of the fallen gods. During his most glorious days, his authority was so imnse that he was even hailed as the Vice-Regent of the Heavenly Kingdom!
A thousand years ago, he was the true master of this world. A thousand years later, the miracles and Transformations he wrought still profoundly affected the world.
Purely in terms of Correction Value, he alone could account for over thirty percent!
One-third of the world was stirred and changed by him, molded into its current state under his will.
Even the rise of the Astronomical Society occurred after his ti.
Compared to such an unbelievably powerful figure, a novice like him wasn't even dust!
Then, why was he here?
It now seed that the force that guided Van Essen and Parasussell onto the sa ship in 1620, hundreds of years ago, was his doing.
"No, all the passengers were likely his doing." Ai Qing clutched her throbbing forehead, her voice almost a moan. It's 1620 now, Huai Shi... I should have realized sooner. I should have known.
"Thought of what?" Huai Shi asked.
She didn't speak further, falling silent as if delving into deeper contemplation.
Soon, Huai Shi heard a sharp scream from outside the door. This was followed by cries of inconsolable grief.
"My Bobby... my Bobby... AAH! AAH! AAH! AAH!!!" The elderly woman cried hoarsely. "Who killed my Bobby! Who is it! Ah, God, I curse you! I Curse you! May your Soul be sealed in the eternal winter of Siberia... Ah, my Bobby... my poor child... who could be so cruel to you..."
Huai Shi, startled, pushed the door open. He saw many people already peering out curiously from their doorways, looking down the corridor at the old woman kneeling and wailing before the steps.
In her arms was a bloody, mangled corpse.
It was a...
"Chicken?" Huai Shi squinted in disbelief.
It really was a chicken.
One could vaguely discern that it had once been a rather majestic and imposing rooster; if it were to stand, it would likely rival a turkey in size.
But now it was dead, cruelly disemboweled.
Huai Shi could even tell from Van Essen's experience that the chicken had been mauled to death, disemboweled, and its internal organs devoured.
"How horrific," he couldn't help but murmur softly. "Don't tell everyone skipped sleep last night to have a ship-wide chicken feast?"
That actually sounds plausible.
Soon, Old Xiao approached with a solemn expression, speaking softly, "Yue Jun is missing. Everyone, gather in my room later."
"He's been eliminated from the ga. Now he's a drooling imbecile," Ai Qing conveyed ntally. "Need to describe in detail how he's licking his own drool off the floor?"
Huai Shi was taken aback, then adamantly refused.
"Then stop pulling any reckless stunts, Huai Shi," Ai Qing cautioned. "And be careful of Old Xiao."
"What about him?" Huai Shi asked.
"Nothing's wrong with him," Ai Qing replied. "At a ti like this, you need to be wary of anyone trying to seize control. To be precise, be wary of everyone."
For a mont, he was speechless.
In the silence, only the old woman's heart-rending sobs echoed.
But soon, sharp screams erupted from the deck, and chaos spread rapidly.
Soone had died. Or rather, all the crew mbers were dead.
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