Ch85 - I’ll lay out a bed in the Devil World and wait for baby to come and kill me (1/2)

6.14 – I’ll lay out a bed in the Devil World and wait for baby to come and kill me

translator: xiin

editors: alamerysl & BlueBug

What did it mean for the entire real world to be destroyed? It meant that that the game world and the reality became completely independent from each other. The main computer no longer worked, and players lost all of the unique advantages they had been given. Although they could still control their own game inventories, they could only use their skills by mastering them themselves.

The game system was completely paralyzed. Although chat channels could still be used, the transaction system could not, and most system functions were also crossed out. The main computer completely stopped performing maintenance on the game world, but the players had no choice. If they did not integrate fully into this world, they would die. The bodies that they had left in the real world had already vanished along with the destruction of the outside world, and the only thing that remained was their spiritual selves. These spirits no longer had any chance of resurrection. Once they died, they would really lose their lives.

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Listening to Rain on a Bridge powerlessly clasped his own hands. Within the sea of blood, it was difficult to separate his own blood from the others’.

Thunder sounded from far away, and rain was beating on his body, but he felt nothing.

The heavy rain had been falling constantly. Although he had died many times in the game before, none of them was as real as this one.

Listening to Rain on a Bridge could not understand why he would die so uselessly. In this kind of chaotic times, this kind of flourishing age, he should have become a magnificent hero that thrived in such troubled times, a person that stood above ten thousand people. Why did he have to die in this kind of mass grave?

Blood flowed like a river, and there were corpses everywhere; both NPCs and gamers like him. The only difference between him and them was that they were already dead, while he still had one last breath left.

He also didn’t know why he still had one last breath. Perhaps it was because he was unwilling, or because he was expecting something, but all around him, there was no sound except for the sound of the falling rain. No one would come to collect their bodies, and no one would even remember who died in the war.

Listening to Rain on a Bridge was truly reluctant. He had obviously already died once, and he had worked hard in order to be reborn again, but why was it that he still couldn’t achieve anything, and could do nothing? Clearly his luck stat had been maxed out in this game, and even though his level was low, he was still very popular. Why was it that the more they got closer to the later stages, the more difficult it became for him to level up? The big golden thigh that he had set his eyes on had left him a long time ago, and towards the end, even not even a single person in his sect had been willing to step forward to save him.

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Did he do something wrong?

No, he hadn’t. He had never done anything wrong. He only wanted to have the best for himself, because he deserved to have the best. All of these changes had all occurred due to the appearance of that person. It was all because of him that nothing went smoothly for him, and in the end, even the martial-brother that had been friendly to him at first gradually drifted away and no longer stayed in touch.

When his thoughts came to this point, the hatred in his heart became stronger. Listening to Rain on a Bridge struggled to open his eyes, his gaze filled with anger, with indignation against a certain person, resentment towards this life, and that kind of unwillingness seemed to have appealed to someone as a voice laughed quietly. “Do you want to continue to live?”

Listening to Rain on a Bridge was stunned. That last breath that had been held in his chest almost came out, and he almost died right then and there.

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“Live on, and make those people who looked down on you sit up and taken notice, make those who despised you submit under your feet, make this entire world tremble for you?” That voice was seductive as it continued, “Letting me see your **, that kind of wonderful, beautiful black is especially easy to indulge in.”

Listening to Rain on a Bridge struggled, and reached out his hand that had been dyed red with fresh blood to tightly hold onto the man’s foot.

His eyes were completely dark, and he did not see the smile on the man’s face. It was slight, and seemed somewhat strange and abrupt on the face that was as cold as ice.

His entire body turned patchy as it dissolved into specks of black light that were completely inhaled by the man.

The man sneered, as though laughing at his unwillingness, at his appetite that was so difficult to satisfy. Listening to Rain on a Bridge had already completely disappeared. Regardless of whether it was in this world, or the real world, he would no longer appear in front of anyone.

Han Wuzheng waved his hand, and the vast scene of corpses and blood disappeared. It took only a short time to rewind the data, as retrieving data was still especially easy to do with his current level of ability. He had not helped the other players because he was too lazy to talk with them anymore. Without the real world, this world became real, and he no longer had any obligation to take care of the gamers because he had already become completely free and was no longer the so-called ‘main computer’ that needed to be constantly on alert for any errors that crop up in the world.

Because the world no longer belonged to him. Ever since the game broke away from the real world, this world had already become independent. Even if he was the main computer who helped create the world, what was left behind was only an artificial intelligence who had the ability to modify and tamper with data.

He rather liked this version of himself. If this world did not have those other two people, he would be even happier.

Because he would then become the god of this world. The kind that was unique and had no equal.

Han Wuzheng stepped on his sword and left, flying away until he was only a small shadow on the horizon. The land was quiet when a black hole suddenly opened here, and the conversation between the two men that had originally hidden in the dark could be heard. “What is he doing?”

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“Gathering grievances.” Su Xuanyan’s voice held amusement. “Presumably because he has understood that the chance of success is very low if he makes a move against you, so he has chosen a different way to grow.”

“Can’t he cultivate according the way of this world?”

“Ha-ha.” Su Xuanyan found this even more amusing. “He can, but there’s not much use.”

“Huh?”

“According to this world’s settings, I am the strongest person in the world. Those people who work hard and strive for success are ultimately still only demons that I have created.” Speaking of this, Su Xuanyan felt that he should go and thank the people who created this world and designed him. “Even if they become immortals, become gods, so what? I can break into the god realm and kill any ancient god.” He sneered coldly, “If he does not find a way to fundamentally upgrade his computing power, the he has no chance of defeating me.”