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"This attire suggests Agnes will be a General in the future?" the players said.

"I see Black Mist, is this the front line?"

"A General…" Agnes's gaze grew more serious. She indeed has aspirations to become a General now. It seems this future is real, though it's uncertain which day of the future this represents.

Even though these futures will surely be changed by the players after seeing them, this future is undoubtedly the one they are most likely to achieve.

"Who are you—why are you helping the Demon King!" General Agnes shouted loudly, questioning a shadow amidst the Black Mist.

The shadow within the Black Mist was indistinct, only seeming to support someone, and let out a pained laugh: "You all... say they are the Demon King? Do anything we do not surpass a single glance from a Deity?"

"Is there anything you did in the Dream Tour game worth forgiving?" A man wearing a military hat beside Agnes shouted: "Demon King! If only you were willing to change even a little, would we be in this situation? So many people died because of your game!"

The Demon King listened, merely smiling faintly, without revealing any emotion.

"Words are useless! Demon King! In the name of the human military—I will take you down!" Agnes shouted and charged into the Black Mist. Thousands of robed people followed her, collectively charging into the Black Mist.

"Exterminate demons and uphold justice! Kill the Demon King!"

"Everyone, follow me!"

"For the welfare of the people, we cannot shirk our duty. Demon King, you have caused the death of countless humans, today is the day you pay with your life!"

"Return the lives of my brothers and sisters! Return my family's lives!"

"Die! Die! Die!"

The scene began to turn increasingly dark. It seemed as though some dark color was overlapping the footage, as if even the sky had darkened. Thousands of talismans burned, like thousands of shooting stars plunging into the Black Mist, striking at the Demon King, creating a spectacular scene.

However, the body of Agnes, charging at the front, suddenly flashed with a streak of blood. A look of astonishment appeared on her face, and then, copious amounts of blood spewed from her mouth. Before she could penetrate further into the Black Mist, she was bisected by a black light.

The Demon King stood within the Black Mist, looking at her.

"De... Demon King..." Agnes called the name intermittently. The next moment, her body was thoroughly shredded by the black light, leaving flesh and blood scattered everywhere, dying without a corpse.

The scene returned to pure darkness, Agnes's viewing abruptly ended.

Sitting in her seat, Agnes's complexion turned pale, her face full of disbelief.

... Did she die in the future?

... Die at the hands of someone called "Demon King"? She was cut in half, finally dying without a body?

She gripped the seat's armrest, cold sweat dripping down her face.

"This, this is too terrifying." The players were stunned.

"Even Agnes will die?"

"This Demon King is likely Su Ming'an, with such power, but the skill doesn't quite match."

Su Ming'an watched the darkened screen solemnly.

The voice of this "Demon King"... couldn't determine the gender. But clearly, the Tenth World will explode into large-scale war in the future, even the top-ranked player Agnes couldn't escape.

"No… the Demon King won't be me." Su Ming'an thought solemnly. Besides Edward's kind of proactive teasing, with Su Ming'an's strength, he usually kills in one blow, such cruel slaughter of Agnes is unnecessary.

Before anyone could ponder carefully, the second film began.

… Will I be drawn?

Everyone was inwardly tense. They were very anxious to see their own future, hoping to shine conspicuously in everyone's eyes.

...

The white words continued to flash:

[The future of the second player.]

[Player name: Lu Meng.]

...

"Who's Lu Meng?" People were whispering to each other.

"Don't know, seems to be an ordinary player."

Lu Meng sat nervously in her seat; she was just an obscure small player. Yet she was actually drawn for viewing.

Before entering the World Game, she was just a salesperson, living a life as stagnant as dead water. Now, it was Su Ming'an's initial speech that encouraged her, allowing her to become a brave person. Therefore, she always regarded Number One Player Su Ming'an as the light guiding her forward. Every time she grew disheartened, as long as she looked at his figure in the live broadcast, she could be reinvigorated.

He had guided her life. Knowing Su Ming'an is most likely here now, her heart nearly leaped out.

"If this is a beautiful dream, please make sure I don't wake up..." she silently prayed.

The imagery unfolded, and what greeted the people's eyes wasn't Lu Meng's face, but Su Ming'an's face. He sat beside the bed, his expression solemn and forlorn. Lu Meng handed a black glove to Su Ming'an.

For an instant, everyone nearly jumped with excitement.

"Oh my god! Su Ming'an!"

"It's over, my roommate's hundred years of lifespan are gone!"

"Su Ming'an! Actually here in this parallel instance. Hmm hmm, ahhhh!"

Su Ming'an sat on the bed, his face extremely pale. He took the black glove and silently stared at it for a long time.

"... How is she?" Su Ming'an asked in a low voice.

"She's resting," Lu Meng replied respectfully.

"I'll go see her." Su Ming'an immediately stood up, staggering forward.

At this point, people realized—Su Ming'an's entire left arm was missing. There was nothing under the empty sleeve.

Lu Meng stopped him.

As their gaze met, Lu Meng's face displayed an extremely collapsed expression.

Seeing herself show such an expression, sitting in the chair, Lu Meng felt her heart being pinched tightly—why? Why on earth would she show such a sorrowful expression?

Though she indeed encountered Su Ming'an in the future, even becoming his subordinate, Lu Meng's heart wasn't happy. Because on the screen, Su Ming'an's expression was empty except for sadness.

She somewhat begrudged looking at such a bleak future.

In the image, Lu Meng didn't stop Su Ming'an. She watched Su Ming'an's back, showing a sad expression. She turned a corner, seemingly headed to a certain place, but suddenly spewed blood, collapsing without warning.

Purple-black tentacles emerged from her body, quickly engulfing her.

...

Lu Meng's image ended.

...

Despite knowing she would die in the future, Lu Meng couldn't feel sorrow, she was only searching for Su Ming'an's figure, attempting to find him among the thousands of seats.

"Seems ordinary players also find it hard to end well," players discussed: "Lu Meng must have contracted the Black Mist Disease, eventually being devoured by tentacles. We too should be wary of this disease, and avoid being touched by the Black Mist as much as possible."

"I feel so sad watching, even though nothing particularly sad is shown, it's just so distressing..." someone said.

Su Ming'an pondered. Would he lose an arm in the future and not be healed? Should he strive to avoid this future?

...

The white words continued to flash:

[The future of the third player:]

[Player name: Lv Shu]

...

Seeing this name, Su Ming'an instantly sat up straight.

"Brother Tree!" a player shouted.

"It's confirmed! We've really encountered Su Ming'an's team!"

"Brother Tree! Can you hear my voice! Brother Tree, say something, Brother Tree!"

Lv Shu's popularity far exceeded expectations, and in an instant, the theater was filled with calls for Lv Shu. Even Su Ming'an turned his head to look for him, but couldn't find Lv Shu.

The players felt a tightness in their chest. The previous two players' endings were both death, could it be that Lv Shu will end the same way?

The image slowly opened.

Unlike the tense and heavy atmosphere before, the sky was blue, clouds floated like cotton candy without showing any signs of war. Seeing such a refreshing background, the players' mood calmed a bit.

The bustling city appeared before their eyes, city residents clocked in to work, traffic lights flashed and overlapped, children ran alongside the street; it looked peaceful and serene, untouched by war.

"Swish! Swish! Swish!"

Under the bridge arch, came a series of blade swinging sounds. A figure in a black robe, holding a Black Blade, silently swung it, seemingly practicing blade techniques.

Lv Shu remained silent and sharp as always, continually swinging the blade over and over. A child passing by called him a "handsome big brother," but he was silent. A couple walked by, taking pictures of him, yet he focused only on swinging his blade. His actions never changed, his gaze as calm as dead water.

"Swish! Swish! Swish!"

Like a silent cog, always doing its own task. Repeatedly, over and over, swinging the Black Blade. Thousands upon thousands of monotonous practices, like an old tree growing under the bridge arch, unmoved like an ancient well. The scene consistently repeated Lv Shu's blade practice, with no other settings.

No dangerous battlefield, no thrilling combat, no terrifying death. Lv Shu's future scene was calmer and more uneventful than anyone else's.

"Su Ming'an..." Occasionally, Lv Shu would mutter to himself, the voice so low it quickly scattered like the wind.

"That's great, it seems Lv Shu will be fine in the future." The players breathed a sigh of relief.

Su Ming'an's brow slightly furrowed, why is Lv Shu practicing blade techniques inside an instance? Logically, shouldn't Lv Shu be always by Su Ming'an's side? How does he have time to practice blade technique alone?

Before people could think deeply, the fourth image began.

...

White words continued to flash:

[The future of the fourth player.]

[Player Name: Mizushima Kawa Sora.]

...

At this moment, everyone's emotions exploded immediately. Even Noel, sitting secretly, showed a thoughtful expression.

Some players were so agitated they wanted to jump up, only to be pressed back into their seats by an invisible force.

They stared blankly at the name on the screen, shaking with fear.

"Mizushima Kawa Sora!!"

"Impossible! Then the Perfect Pass it's—gone!"

Su Ming'an was also taken aback.

He originally thought he would only confront Mizushima Kawa Sora in the end, but unexpectedly, he encountered her right in this instance?

According to prior information, the Organizers cannot manipulate instances, otherwise, they would intentionally gather all Perfect Passers together, leading humanity to complete annihilation. Mizushima Kawa Sora matching with him can only be said to be coincidental.

Will they fight each other?

Or is there perhaps still a slim chance of survival between them?

...

The image opened, a woman with black twin tails stood quietly under the blood-red sky, gripping her Black Blade tightly.

Unlike previous images, Mizushima Kawa Sora's environment was very unusual, it seemed all the houses were both real and illusory, as if overlapping, making it hard to distinguish reality from illusion. Like being in a mirage.

Faint angelic hymns came from the clouds, revealing a pristine corner of the city in the sky.

"So this is... the legendary Republic. So this is the end." Mizushima Kawa Sora murmured softly.

A young man with white hair stood in front of her, smiling at her.

"Come on." The youth said softly: "Strike at me."

"How does humanity become a god? I'm afraid you must gather three elements, and the Positional Rank must surpass anyone else who has gathered the elements." Mizushima Kawa Sora said: "'You' have already achieved this, it is 'you' who connected us. I express my highest respect to you."

She gripped her Black Blade and walked towards the youth.

"What name am I dying under?" The youth asked at this time.

Mizushima Kawa Sora raised her sword.

Her expression burned like fire, with rare clarity in her eyes as if about to shed tears.

"Saint Heir..." she said.

"I see." The youth smiled: "That's great."

One swing.

At that instant, it was as if The Abyss appeared in the world, yellow-green dreamy hues roaming the sky, countless people woke up underneath.

They cleaned their bodies, stood up, raised weapons, and threw them towards the sky——

The weapons turned into meteors, stirring wild clouds, with a powerful and unparalleled momentum, as if piercing the world, thrusting towards the sky. People shouted, faces full of tragedy and unwillingness, like burning flames, rushing towards death.

Misty cloudy sky——

White-haired white-eyed deities watched placidly, closing their eyes.

...

The image ended.

People were still immersed in this shocking scene, no one spoke.

Was this the last image of the instance, or just the climax stage?

If this was the last image of the instance, then in this scene of warring with deities, they did not see Su Ming'an, only Mizushima Kawa Sora. She appeared painful and sad.

Does it mean Su Ming'an lost to Mizushima Kawa Sora, and he's already dead by this time?

Suddenly, people's gaze swept toward the central chair, they noticed the most conspicuous seat, which should be occupied by Su Ming'an.

Su Ming'an's expression remained unchanged. Only he knew inside that it was impossible for him to die, nor could he be killed by Mizushima Kawa Sora.

So, what exactly caused this scene? Is this merely a deity's prediction, or an image intended to induce people to lose faith?

...

As people held their breath, white words continued to flash:

[The future of the fifth player.]

[Player Name: Su Ming'an.]

...

Su Ming'an gripped the armrest tightly.

He does not believe in the future, nor in these images. He is only analyzing what the deities intend by showing him these.

People lifted their heads, silently watching the bright image appear.