Chapter 79 (2/2)

”I cannot tell you any more information. There are many things that I still haven't told you, but I believe that you can learn them slowly after you enter the game, and resolve them.”

”Every one of us, wishes you good luck.”

”Finally, please treat my body well. This is my final gift to you.”

Lines and lines of ink appeared, and lines and lines of ink disappeared. When the final word 'gift' gradually faded, the small triangle that signified that there were still content at the back finally disappeared as well.

The bamboo scroll had answered too many questions, but it also left behind too many questions.

Why did the world he was in turn out this way? Was Luqiu Ning and Luqiu Duanyi the same person? Also, what was the objective of this game?

There were plenty of ellipses inside the bamboo scroll, and there were the words 'I am not' before every ellipse. Had she purposely omitted the text, or was it wiped away by some kind of existence? Who was us? And why did you help me like this?

Countless questions appeared in Yue Qiang's mind, and vanished.

But no matter what, he could feel that Luqiu Ning meant him well between the words of the bamboo scroll. This was enough.

Moreover, for the first time he had a clear sense of an objective ever since he entered the game!

Alter the cutscene! Kill Zhao Yan!

For all this time, he had been on the pa.s.sive and receiving end, and there were multiple times where he just barely escaped death. The most oppressive thing was the ever present scent of conspiracy, the kind that enveloped the sky, no, the outside of this box. The oppressive feeling that wrapped all around him was so terrible that he was unable to breathe!

It was only now, until the moment when the progress bar had reached 95%, until after he learned so much information that he found an objective. Alter the cutscene, kill Zhao Yan.

These were things that he could grasp within his own hands! These were things he could do his utmost and realise through hard work!

This was very good.

Yue Qiang slowly exhaled, but clenched his fists tightly.

At this moment, he rediscovered that feeling he used to have when he was playing games a long time ago. It was the feeling where he failed an obstacle, found the reason, failed again, tried some more, practiced his controls, and practiced his reactions. It was the feeling where he surpa.s.sed an obstacle again and again, gripping the fate of his character firmly within his own hands.

He did not have any strong point. He just loved to play video games. He did not have anything that was worthy to be boasted of, but he was very serious when he played games. No matter how hard the game was, he would dare to attempt.

He would win.

He would win through his own efforts.

This time, it was the same.

The only difference was that it was just a teeny bit harder, and that he had only one chance.

So losing meant disappearing, and winning meant game start, was it?

Then let's give it a try.

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