Chapter 103

Chapter 103: Chapter 101: "High-Level Games, Waiting for You to Play!Su Ming’an stored the black card carefully and then heard the faint sound of armor clashing.

He looked up and saw three "people" who had suddenly appeared, kneeling on one knee.

Now, these NPCs were one of his few reliances.

All wearing armor and wielding longswords engraved with special marks, their faces hidden under iron helmets, cast a thick shadow over their visages, like silent, iron-blooded assassins of ancient times.

Su Ming’an noticed the emblems on their equipment, a pattern he had seen on Boss Rabbit—a blood-red scale.

[Follower · Luke

Weapon: Longsword

Skill: Swordsmanship Mastery lv.6

Heavenly Sword (Max Level): Targets cut by the blade will take massive True Damage

Health Points: 800

Combat Power: 1000]

[Follower: Lin Xiao

Weapon: Sword and Shield

Skill: Sword and Shield Mastery lv.6

Guardian (Max Level) (Cooldown 20 seconds): Forcefully protect a player, blocking all damage for 1 second

Health Points: 1500

Combat Power: 1000]

[Follower: Nina

Weapon: Dagger

Skill: Dagger Mastery lv.6

Assassinate (Max Level): When attacking an enemy’s vital spot from behind, critical hit rate is tripled.

Health Points: 600

Combat Power: 1000]

"Tsk," Su Ming’an clicked his tongue softly—he had anticipated the Organizers’ thought process.

After he had revealed the secret that the Main God Space was not absolutely safe, the Organizers seemed very keen to provoke infighting among players. Knowing that he had become a target, they directly equipped him with three extremely powerful NPCs.

But the Organizers didn’t go to the extreme; they wouldn’t allow these highly combat-capable followers to strike proactively, only counter defensively, serving as his guards.

This way, the "Main God Space" could at least maintain its basic peace and wouldn’t allow these followers to wreak havoc at will.

Quite clearly, the Organizers wanted to cast him as part of the "game organizers," forcibly setting him against all players.

The Organizers knew that by himself alone, he couldn’t possibly stand against Edron’s powerful team.

They really enjoyed watching this kind of drama where one is betrayed by all and faces the world as an enemy.

Su Ming’an couldn’t refuse either.

If he chose not to become a "Ruler" and simply returned to that room, what awaited him might be another rollback...and it could be repeated rollbacks, over and over, until he collapsed.

He didn’t have confidence in escaping that kind of explosion, particularly when Spatial Displacement was blocked.

He had no choice.

"Master." Three followers clad in armor knelt on one knee, their armor clashing with a crisp sound.

Su Ming’an was enveloped in the white light of teleportation, about to be transported back.

His gaze grew somewhat fixed as he saw the pitch-dark room before him.

He sniffed the distinct scent of gunpowder.

"—He’s out!"

With 61 Mentality Points, he could hear the excited shouts from afar.

Next, three white lights appeared around him simultaneously.

Luke and Nina burst out like streaks of sword light, instantly breaking through the iron door and rushing outside, while Lin Xiao instantly held up his shield, with a milky light blessing himself.

Su Ming’an looked down at the explosives on the floor with a somewhat sorrowful expression—he had once thought, for a moment, that this scene was but a fabrication by the Organizers to make him into a "Ruler."

He didn’t want to presume the worst of his brethren, yet he found that it was all real.

...The ones he wanted to save, the people he had always loved... they truly wanted him dead.

Not dying under the whimsical settings of high-dimensional beings, not dying in a world full of danger, but dying on what should have been the safest and most reassuring place, the territory of his own kind.

Su Ming’an sighed softly, but stopped himself from speaking.

His hands clenched and then relaxed, and then, he slowly slipped on a pair of pitch-black gloves.

The smell of gunpowder grew even stronger.

Lin Xiao’s guardian skill was instantaneously bestowed upon him. Standing like a mountain in front of Su Ming’an, the red designs of the Organizers on his armor were desperately vivid against the surrounding darkness.

"Boom—!"

The explosion roared in an instant.

At this time, the First Guild Headquarters had been fully planned out, with shops set up along the roads and rows of residential houses in the back sporting different architectural styles. The fountains in the square chimed, gleaming with a white light under the daylight.

A shadowy figure swept by like the wind, his shoulder adorned by a green Mantis.

His fists creaked as he clenched them, his dark eyes full of rage.

Lv Shu had intended to clear the way and lead Su Ming’an out first, but he hadn’t expected Su Ming’an’s return to be so slow, forcing him to leave ahead.

But he hadn’t expected,

That those from the First Guild, those he thought were not bad, people like Edron... actually...

Lv Shu had once believed they at least had a sense of the bigger picture, at least, at the very least, they shouldn’t harm a good person.

But then he heard through his Little Red their conversation about killing Su Ming’an.

He immediately rushed towards the place where Su Ming’an was detained.

—He had to save him; Su Ming’an was a good person in his eyes, and once he had made up his mind about something, he wouldn’t change it. He wouldn’t allow a good person to just die there.

Later, before he reached the hall, he heard a loud explosion.

"Boom—!"

His steps halted for a moment.

In the center of the hall, Edward and others were standing, holding a screen that had turned into a mess of pixels.

"Is he dead?" Someone spoke up.

"Should be, the Spatial Barrier didn’t react, Su Ming’an probably didn’t manage to use Teleport in time." The Scholar said, chin in hand.

"But I’m curious, why has he returned so much later than the other Players..."

"Forget it, even if he wasn’t killed by the blast, he’s probably not far off. We’ll guard here; he can’t break out with the little Health Points he has left." Edward glanced at the people around him: "Although I don’t think I can’t stop that guy, Adolf, Andre, Eni, if he uses that Cloning to try and make a break for it, it’s up to you to stop him."

"What about Mizushima and Lv Shu?"

"No need to tell them, they’re not of our faction, and Mizushima has been off recently, we don’t need the extra trouble. Anyway, Su Ming’an absolutely cannot walk out of here alive, he’s too unpredictable, and we can’t turn back now..."

"—You’ve gone too far." Lv Shu clenched his fist, stepping swiftly, he appeared before everyone.