Chapter 218

Chapter 218: Chapter 215: "Big Brother Isn’t the Number One Player...An acquaintance.

Upon seeing that blood-red pattern mark, Su Ming’an’s memory of the Fourth World was awakened.

The Fourth World, this blood-colored pattern mark, left a profound impression on him.

If not for the overlapping of abilities, this person would indeed be an acquaintance.

Before he could speak, Mo Yan shouted as if seeing a lover, "Holy shit! Lin Jiang, the great!"

The girl with black hair slightly turned her head, her eyes filled with caution.

"I’m very familiar with this pattern mark! I know all the top players’ abilities by heart, this pattern mark is Lin Jiang’s core skill. It can be used as a trap to be set in advance, or thrown, possessing a guaranteed effect of restraining the enemy..."

"Shut up."

If Lin Jiang didn’t speak out, this person would have recited all of her skill effects.

She was originally on standby in the room, planning to come out only during the daytime, but just as she was

...That person who suddenly burst out of the next door, attracting the light away with a savior’s pose,

looked exactly like him.

But Su Ming’an knew for a fact that he had not deployed any cloning skill from start to finish.

So, what exactly was this thing...

Suddenly, that "Su Ming’an" spoke up.

"—Are you all my Light Pursuers?"

Su Ming’an was stunned.

Mo Yan next to him was nodding frantically like a pecking chicken, his whole body trembling with excitement.

"I will lead this light away. You all just stand there, waiting to be saved."

"Su Ming’an" said, and then turned and ran.

The light chased after him, as if it was completely captivated by him.

It was at this moment that a figure in patient attire walked out from behind the door.

He extended his hand, seemingly controlling that "Su Ming’an." Upon seeing the group of three, he wore a proud look.

"Number One Player! Number One Player! That’s your clone, right?" Mo Yan exclaimed in ecstasy, "Oh my god, I’m so lucky to have met two of you in the instance at the same time, and one of them is even..."

"My clone will lead the light away. Don’t run around at night," said the player, then turned to look at Lin Jiang, "I didn’t expect to meet you again."

"Su Ming’an, what a coincidence," Lin Jiang smiled, "...so, are you ready to be skinned by me?"

"You have peculiar hobbies."

"I’m only interested in two types of people. Special people, and, people who are particularly annoying." The timid air of the student that had once enveloped Lin Jiang had completely vanished as if she had never pretended at all. Facing this "Su Ming’an," she didn’t hide her sharpness, and even her words were tinged with intense excitement:

"And for a target that interests me, I will fight with everything I have..."

"Fight with everything you have to skin me?" The player laughed, "What if I said, everyone is pursuing the light, but you have absolutely no value to be exploited, Lin Jiang? Your useless fanatism isn’t much different from that of the ’Su Style.’"

Su Ming’an stood to the side, quietly trying to make his presence felt as little as possible.

He had heard before of people in the instances who deliberately imitated top players to gain attention.

There was even someone previously who bought a red butterfly and imitated Lv Shu in the Ming Hui World to perfection. Deceived by a flawless performance, many players believed it and offered their support.

Now, here he was in this type of instance, encountering one.

However, this person’s imitation seemed to be at a higher level. This individual even had a cloning skill similar to his own and had managed to deceive Lin Jiang.

Su Ming’an’s Bai Shen was a hidden occupation, unique, with the ability to switch between independent personality and Ming Yin’s cloning skill, which should be one of a kind. But cloning skills might not be.

If the other person had some sort of disguise or illusion skill, cloning his appearance and pretending to be a clone of the Number One Player wasn’t impossible.

...And the other party seemed to be well acquainted with his famous quotes, even going so far as to transplant words once spoken by a clone into this situation.

"You’re comparing me to that ignorant little girl?" Lin Jiang’s voice was a grinding sound, and the pattern mark on her hand seemed to be itching to move.

"—Hey, wait a sec, wait a sec, you two gods!"

Mo Yan was no longer trembling with excitement; he seemed very eager to be involved.

"Gods, look, this instance is just for twenty people, and with that light being so eerie, we might just have a common enemy. Can’t we just leave any grudges for the fifth day? Wouldn’t that be better?"

"Nope." Lin Jiang retorted firmly.

But she knew that keeping Su Ming’an around was definitely much better than trying to confront him head-on in the night.

First of all, she knew she couldn’t beat him.

Combat Power of 1700... It was excessively surpassing, his Combat Power had been skyrocketing since the Fourth World, gradually reaching a level she couldn’t keep up with.

Secondly, because... Su Ming’an’s Perfect Pass ability was recognized by the entire world.

As long as he was alive and walking, he was on the correct path to passing the instance. By keeping him in the instance to search for clues, while the others simply followed, they would have virtually no pressure, no fear of not being able to pass the instance, and they could even witness the most hidden true ending.

Lin Jiang gritted her teeth, and the pattern mark on her hand dimmed.

That "Su Ming’an" smiled, as if he had anticipated this scene all along.

"It seems that night is not suitable for travel," he said. "I will return to my room and wait for daylight. The rest of you... do as you please, whatever."

"God! God!" Mo Yan lunged forward in an instant, immediately forgetting the "Big Brother" he had just been thinking of.

In the face of the player’s arrogantly elevated nostrils, Mo Yan seemed extremely receptive: "God! I really like you, I never expected to meet you here... Could I have your signature, please?"

As he spoke, he immediately took out a sword with "Sword Sect" carved on the blade, and brought out a carving knife, apparently wanting the player to sign with it.

"I want to keep the name of the god on my sword forever. When I traverse instances, it will be as if the god is by my side..."

"Hmph." The player hummed quite out of character (OOC), seemingly very proud of himself. Taking the carving knife, he picked up the sword and said carelessly, "What’s your name?"

"God, my name is Mo Yan!"

"Very well, you are a qualified Light Pursuer." The player said, leaving marks with the carving knife on the blade, looking as satisfied as if seeing his own child score full marks, with a hint of paternal affection: "Remember, in future instances, to pass on my will."

"Okay, God! Thank you, God!"

Mo Yan took back his sword, touching the blade almost as if caressing a lover’s skin, where the clear words "World Lighthouse Su Ming’an" were engraved. He touched the line of characters with a silly grin, his smile erupting like fireworks.

"I’m glad that in such a world, there exist Light Pursuers like you," the player continued, looking at Mo Yan with full satisfaction in his eyes: "When I stand under the world’s spotlight, you too shall become a light of your own."

"God..."

Mo Yan was teary-eyed, almost moved to tears.

"All right, I’m going back." The player waved his hand, "Whenever it is, don’t get in my way. If you want to prove your devotion, then make a contribution that I can see—this instance, future instances, I will always Perfect Pass them. Those who need not understand everything, just watch me move forward."

With that, he gave a dissatisfied glance at the "Big Brother" who had been silent next to Mo Yan, wondering why this player was not excited at all.

He walked back, closing the door.

Mo Yan held the sword in his arms, his tears almost turning into puddles, the emotion almost overwhelming him.

"Big Brother... That was the god, look, he signed it for me, so beautiful..."

He cradled the sword, examining the line of characters over and over, showing it off like a treasured gem.

But at this moment, Su Ming’an was completely disinclined to speak.

"This person is still the same as always, just pretending," Lin Jiang commented dismissively from the side.

This sentence made Su Ming’an feel a bit thrown off.

"He didn’t use to be like this before," he said.

"Exactly like this," Lin Jiang crossed her arms, turned around, and went back to her own room:

"Always this crappy."

As she spoke, she slammed the door shut with a "bang," seemingly very reluctant to deal with the two of them, the "ordinary players."

"Brother, brother, let’s go back to our room and close the door, I’m afraid the light will come back." Mo Yan cradled his sword, smiling cheerfully but with a hint of doubt in his tone, "Strange... The Number One Player sent out his clone, but seems to have no intention of taking it back..."

Su Ming’an probably guessed the reason.

It was possible that the skill that resembled cloning wasn’t so overpowered, perhaps just a one-time illusion.

That was why the player did not intend to take it back; he probably knew that once he sent out this skill, he wouldn’t be able to recall it.

If there really was a player with a clone skill, they should be quite strong, and wouldn’t do something so outrageous... right?

"Big brother, look at these characters, the Number One Player’s handwriting is so pretty, I will treasure this for a lifetime... From now on, in every instance, the Number One Player will forever be in my heart... Hey, big brother, big brother, why aren’t you talking, why have you gone silent, big brother, don’t go silent on me—"

Mo Yan turned his head, about to show off his sword that now had the Number One Player’s signature buff to his brother, but saw big brother sitting straight down on the bed, with a look of withdrawal.

"Not at all," Su Ming’an looked up: "I’m thinking."

"Thinking..." Mo Yan seemed to contemplate for a moment before suddenly having a realization: "I get it, big brother."

"Big brother, I’ve seen you use skills similar to annihilation before, and you also use the Sword of Yarman. You must like the Number One Player too, right?" Mo Yan’s thoughts progressively crystalized: "But now it seems, you don’t really like him... So big brother, you actually see the Number One Player as a target! You want to surpass him!"

Su Ming’an was shocked by Mo Yan’s thought process for a moment, before speaking:

"Why..." he casually clenched the corner of the blanket, unknowingly exerting force: "Can’t I be the Number One Player?"

He too had skills similar to annihilation, and he was using the undisguised Sword of Yarman. Even though he later used the Annihilation Slash, which Mo Yan may not have seen, why had Mo Yan never considered the possibility that he might be Su Ming’an?

Mo Yan watched him, silent for a moment.

"Because you don’t look like it at all," Mo Yan laughed out loud, a goofy laugh.

"Look like?"

"The way you talk, the way you do things, completely different." Mo Yan scratched his head: "If it were the Number One Player, encountering a valueless, freshly eliminated loser like me, he would have surely told me to scram immediately, right? Unlike you, big brother, who is so gentle and even saved me—if it wasn’t for big brother charging into the light last time, I would have definitely died. Ever since then, you’ve been letting me follow and protecting me..."

He cradled the sword in his hands like a precious treasure, and when he looked up, his eyes were clear and pure:

"So, the Number One Player can only ever be the Number One Player, something to admire from afar, leaving behind just an autograph is good enough. Not like you, big brother, who is amiable and approachable, with no pretensions at all.

Big brother, you are great, better than many top-ranked players, you see worthless players like me.

Big brother is not the Number One Player, but big brother is big brother."

"That’s why I said..." Mo Yan smiled: "I really care about you, big brother."

Su Ming’an sighed.

He felt an emotion welling up in his heart that he couldn’t quite describe.

Looking at the young man in front of him, foolishly smiling while hugging a fake autographed great sword as if it was his faith, Su Ming’an’s originally clenched hand gently loosened.

But the next moment, the young man’s words made him break his composure again.

"Also," Mo Yan said: "That Number One Player from just now, that’s the look of the Number One Player, identical to the real thing."

"...Not at all similar!"