Chapter 272 - Increased Understanding of Humanity!
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Chapter 272: Chapter 269: Increased Understanding of Humanity!Su Mingâan glanced at the delivery time of this email, December 1st at two in the morning...
Although he had some regrets, he still opened the next one.
What he was mainly curious about was what all these people with different demeanors were thinking in their heads.
Su Mingâan immediately opened the next one.
[Li Chuanqi: I am an old man, close to decaying and entering the soil.
Inspired by your words, I have gradually found the meaning of life.
I now wish to follow you, to repay the enlightenment youâve given.
Please leave your contact information and your number, so that this old man may express his gratitude...]
What was interesting was that as Su Mingâan scrolled down, he saw an invitation from the United Group... and some invitations that were obviously a lot more formal.
Compared to the earlier ones, these invitations were much simpler and more straightforward, just putting out the coordinates and information boldly, leaving the choice entirely up to him. They donât hold excessive expectations, nor do they engage in moral coercion, which is quite comfortable to look at.
These people seem to know very well what he likes and dislikes, almost better than he knows himself.
He had heard that these organizations had established things like the "Lighthouse Research Group" and "Su Mingâan Profile Writing Group." Although the names sounded ridiculous, they were all filled with genuine experts and scholars. He guessed they had researched him more thoroughly than pandas.
Those psychologists and profiling masters were not to be trifled with. If he actually went, given his current mental state... They could brainwash him in minutes to become someone like Mizushima Haru.
He didnât think he had the life experience to match those crafty old fellows.
When faced with someone like him, whose power was overwhelmingly dominant and uncontrollable, the first reaction of large organizations was definitely to control, not to leave him be.
The content of the emails was just lip service.
Closing that message, Su Mingâan opened three in a row.
Truly essential items, indeed.
Su Mingâan fell silent for a moment before opening the next one.
The next message.
The next message.
The next message.
Su Mingâan read it three times and still didnât understand what this email was trying to express.
Though itâs said that humanity is always rich and colorful.
...But isnât this color a little too bizarre?
The next message...
He was opening these letters like someone unboxing mystery packages, encountering all kinds of strange and peculiar emails.
He didnât believe that today he wouldnât find a single useful emailâ
Su Mingâan: "..."
Maybe these people never expected that he would actually read the emails.
The content they sent was oddly varied, and many emails even contained peopleâs rambling thoughts, as if sending him an email became akin to writing a diary.
Su Mingâan fell silent.
His understanding of humanity had deepened.
He was about to close the interface and stop looking at these ridiculous emails when his finger accidentally brushed against something and opened another one.
[Itâs a Swallow: Su Mingâan, letâs go to the netherworld together...
I will definitely find your location in the Main God Space...
I went to the tea house where you and Lv Shu had met, but didnât find you.
I went to the area where your guild is based, but didnât find you.
I went to the amusement park where you and Noel took selfies together, but didnât find you.
Carrying enough explosives to blow up an entire shopfront, I must find you...
My whole life Iâve lived like a clown, like a wretched insect, and probably no one will know when I die. But if I can die with you now, Iâm sure I will be remembered by the whole world...
Ha, haha, hahahaha...
"Idiotic."
Su Mingâan was utterly speechless at such behavior.
His finger, which had been poised to click the close button, paused for a moment.
He drew the next card.
This seemed to be a diary-like email, and it was quite long.
[Jingjingâs father: Yesterday, while patrolling, I saw an adventurer player lying motionless on the plaza. I carried him back. I checked the forums; he started from scratch after dying in the game. The pressure was too much for him, both physically and mentally; it crushed him...
When he woke, he begged me to hold him, comfort him, like a child, but I, a grown man, donât know how to comfort people... So he begged me to take turns writing letters with him to the top-ranked players...
He said he really wanted to earn Points to save his mother from a terminal illness the day he returned to Zhai Xing, but he was too timid and afraid of pressure. If a top-ranked player could carry him and bestow upon him some Points...
I donât know how to write letters or how to beg the top-ranked players; I can only write down the facts and send them out in a mass delivery, to see if any top-ranked players will see it...]
Su Mingâan stared at this email in silence for a moment before drawing the next card.
It was another long letter, sent exactly just now.
[Adolf: Ming Anâan... I really like your theories and I really enjoy your livestreams... but I really canât hold on anymore, Iâm so tired... Every day lying in bed, my vision spins, almost suffocating me like Iâve been filled with liquid nitrogen...
After I finish this email, I might leave this world. I know that dying in the Main God World is true death, but in such a world of despair, I truly struggle to survive...
Iâve cried, repented, screamed in silence, but itâs all useless... Like a trapped beast fighting, I can hardly breathe in this world, I see no good...
Even though, even though no one will remember me, no one will think of me... Iâve lived a life full of depression and without meaning. But thatâs okay, I just, just wish someone would see me, remember me... although I know itâs a slim hope...
If, if you could see this, could you reply, just a little, just once is fine, I want to know if someone still remembers me...]
Su Mingâan closed his eyes.
The crisp ticking of the clock by his ear and the sound of the white cat struggling to roll over by his bed.
It seemed to be trying hard to turn over, its body twisting left and right, and the bed frame creaked as if it couldnât bear the weight.
When he opened his eyes again, he sighed.
He pulled up the reply interface, his fingers dancing on the transparent keyboard.
After clicking send, he saw a string of tags next to his name: the Third Rank digital tag, the golden Number One tag, the bright white Number One Player tag, and five stars representing Perfect Passes. Gold and silver things gathered together, twinkling, the tags were quite fancy.
After sending that message, he closed his email, no longer looking at those tidal waves of letters.
He was, after all, just one individual. He knew he couldnât possibly respond personally to every bit of hope others pinned on him, nor would he.
At most, within his abilities, heâd pull someone up.
But more often, he couldnât, and he wouldnât. Concentrating all resources on himself, shouldering all the missions, that was what he needed to do now.
6.23%, huh.
A weight quite beyond his expectation, he alone accounted for over a quarter of all the Points.
This weighting ratio was only visible to the player himself, but obviously, based on other playersâ data, people could roughly estimate his amount. Thus, he could foresee that peopleâs attitudes towards him would inevitably undergo a polarization...
"Ding-dong!"
The cold system voice interrupted Su Mingâanâs thoughts.
He got up from the bed, stretched, and casually opened the email.
Su Mingâan closed the interface.
His reply had been to the point; since the other party received a response, they probably wouldnât attempt suicide anymore.
In such a world, such actions would only cause panic, meaningless.
"Ding-dong!"
But who knew, as he stopped replying, the other side kept sending emails, the "ding-dong" alerting non-stop.
Since it was reply mode, he had an audio reminder on his end.
Su Mingâan was getting irritated; he was already preparing to block the other party.
Upon opening it, he saw a large number of replies from the other party.
Looking at this message, Su Mingâan frowned.
The next moment, another "ding-dong," and another reply exploded out from the other side.
Su Mingâan looked over this long string of messages.
"Tsk."
He promptly added the other party to his blacklist:
"... Madmen really are on the rise."