Chapter 448 - Buzzer:

Chapter 448: Chapter 445: Buzzer: "I’m Annoyed.Despite having seen the horrendous scene in Salas before, Xiber still felt shocked.

At her side, the usually expressionless Lucia turned her head in surprise and glanced at Su Ming’an, her eyes filled with deep dread.

Clearly, even she couldn’t unleash an attack of such power.

Across the room, blood was flowing on the pink floor, creating a scene both thrilling and cruel.

In that terrifying strike, the number opposite had directly reduced from three to one.

And the reason Boris survived was because his "Phoenix Feather" skill automatically activated, forcibly restoring his health.

"Phoenix Feather" is a unique skill of the shaman occupation, usually found in Red Level and higher occupation skills, the effect being that when the player suffers a fatal attack, it will be triggered, and forcibly keep the player’s health from dropping to zero while rapidly restoring health within one second.

Of course, Boris’s "Phoenix Feather" skill, as compared to the aforementioned, should have some modifications. Based on his performance in the Seventh World, the number of times he could use this skill should also be more, and possibly even include additional effects like body transferral.

But for Su Ming’an, it didn’t matter.

Because...

Boris didn’t even have a chance to strike back.

The system’s voice continued.

Boris: "..."

...He would be damned if he knew the answer to this question.

He hadn’t even qualified to participate in the Fourth World, how could he have possibly observed Mitchell’s cane closely...

"Su Ming’an, hold on, let’s talk. I’ve suddenly thought of a suitable new story..."

Su Ming’an glanced at him.

"Four," he said.

He raised his hand.

"Hey, wait, Su Ming’an..." Boris put on a pleading smile.

"Boom——!"

The red light of Phoenix Feather activation flashed.

He was instantly shattered into a mess of flesh and bone, his blood intermixed.

But even then, he wasn’t dead, the Phoenix’s skill forcibly maintained his near-death state and helped him rapidly recover his health.

His muddy, broken body slowly reshaped into human form with the help of Phoenix Feather.

The system’s voice remained cold.

Boris, just having reshaped into human form: "..."

Boris: "I, this..."

Su Ming’an: "Eight."

Su Ming’an activated his bracelet’s mana recovery skill, and the consumed mana points gradually increased.

"Wait..." Boris opened his mouth, he had just formed into human shape, his speech function hadn’t fully recovered yet.

"Boom——!"

The blood mud on the ground was eye-stingingly red.

Just having stood up, Boris: "s**t, f**k, what kind of cultural question is this——!"

Su Ming’an: ""Please Cherish Yourself Like This"."

"Boom——!"

Boris: "Hey..."

Su Ming’an: "New Calendar 578."

"Boom——!"

Boris: "..."

Su Ming’an: "Magenta."

Boris gasped for breath.

As expected, just as he had recovered, breathing in fresh air, he heard a familiar sound.

"Boom——!"

A flash of red light.

Boris, drenched in blood, shakily stood up.

His eyes were hollow, his arms hung limply, and his entire body was limp like noodles in a hot pot.

The red light from the Phoenix Feather on his body slowly faded, he gasped, wishing he could jump up and smash the enclosed room to pieces.

He had completely abandoned the so-called title of killing the Number One Player and began to recognize the cruelty of the world.

"Wait, damn it I’m not playing anymore, can you let me out!"

He rushed to the wall, desperately pounding on it, but received a notification of .

This kind of small instance wasn’t a kind-hearted questioning machine that responded to players’ questions.

The loser would pay with their life.

Boris’s body swapping skill required his believers to be executed, but the moment he entered the small instance, he found that he and the believer NPCs he had just started to gather were cut off from contact.

He simply couldn’t escape this place.

The system’s voice continued.

Boris’s face showed despair.

It wasn’t that he couldn’t answer a single question, but from the very beginning, his arms had been shaken apart by the spatial vibration, and he couldn’t recover in such a short time to even hit the buzzer.

Su Ming’an... was too cunning!

This person had intentionally shattered his arm from the start, clearly well-prepared!

Boris had just turned his head when he saw that person raise his hand again.

That posture was etched into his azure eyes, likely to haunt him for a lifetime.

In that moment, he felt he saw Kamashius, the demon and Hell from his homeland’s mythology.

...Devil!

"Boom——!"

The next moment, his form disintegrated, his flesh scattered like fireworks, once again turning into a familiar pool of blood mud.

A moment later, the Phoenix skill automatically activated, bringing him back from endless pain, about to face another round of agony.

Su Ming’an’s current Mana Points were 3080, with a natural recovery rate of 30 points per minute, not a quick recovery, but each spatial vibration injection into Mana didn’t need to be much. The Phoenix Feather only needed to bring back a small part of Boris’s dying health, requiring very little Mana Points to perform.

Thus, what was enacted before everyone was an incredible scene of Boris dying over and over again.

...What a spectacular match indeed.

"It really is an overbearing play style." Even Luna, who was mentally prepared, was still shocked when she saw this scene. The implications in her eyes clearly reflected, "—Can this game even be played like this?"

...Worthy of the legendary Number One Player.

People say that he was always a man capable of creating miracles.

She even thought that Su Ming’an didn’t need to recruit any teammates. Just like now, he could breach Boris’s team all by himself.

She looked towards the situation on the other side.

The scene was no different from torture, simply a hellish scenario. The Boris on the other side, like a prisoner being torn apart and then stuck back together, shaken apart and then rejoined, near-death then revived. The ground was covered with blood and chunks of his flesh that had been previously spilled; his eyes almost lifeless, like a broken doll played to ruin.

Boris... had he offended the Number One Player?

To be treated so cruelly... Although Luna had indeed heard that Boris had done some disgusting things.

If Boris didn’t have this Phoenix skill, he probably would have died at the first spatial vibration and wouldn’t have to suffer such painful torment. But ironically, this skill gave him hope of defeating the Number One Player before the match, and now it became his despair of not being able to die.

If a person cannot die in any way... Luna thinks that would be an extremely terrifying thing.

Sometimes, it might be better just to die.

Boris didn’t know how many more times his forced recovery skill could be activated, nor did he know when he would finally be relieved...

Boris gasped for breath.

He felt like the entire world was against him.

The past twenty years of his life spent scavenging through trash, being bullied by peers, isolated by classmates at school... Those pains seem nothing compared to what he had suffered today.

"Su Ming’an—I’ve told you such beautiful stories, why can’t you give me a better way to die? Don’t you know how painful it feels to be close to death?" he screamed at the top of his lungs.

The intense, near-death agony tormented him madly; he was now somewhat delirious.

However, Su Ming’an didn’t respond to him at all.

Boris gasped for breath, already prepared to be crushed into a pulp once more.

However, the situation suddenly fell into rare silence.

The comments also noticed the issue:

A gleam sparked in Boris’s eyes.

Where there’s one, there may be more. If Su Ming’an can’t answer a question like this, perhaps there will be even more questions he can’t answer.

After all, Boris had also explored many places in the Seventh World; he was confident that there were some things Su Ming’an definitely didn’t know.

Perhaps he still had a chance...

However, just then.

Boris suddenly saw a figure shrouded in a black robe, stepping forward to press the bright red buzzer.

"..." Su Rin closed his eyes.

Upon reopening them, his tone was faint, as if lost in memories:

"Aiske’s cherished pendant is named—’To my dear wife Karsha’."

As a deity who had watched over Pulaya from Cloud Top City for sixty years,

He was aware of everything that had happened in Pulaya.

Su Ming’an raised his hand.

"..." In Boris’s eyes, at the moment he heard Su Rin’s segue, there was no more light.

"Boom——!"

Blood splattered.

At that moment, Boris suddenly felt, as if the experience of being continually torn apart, constantly nearing death and reviving, was rather thrilling.

He seemed to have awakened some extraordinary attribute.

"Beep!"

His body still vague with blood and barely recovered, Boris finally had a chance to press the buzzer.

His arm still regenerating, not yet healed, this time he pressed down with his tongue.

"..." The three opponents looked somewhat speechlessly at the desperate Boris, his head bowed, pressing the buzzer with his tongue. Drool flowed down from his mouth, soaking the red button thoroughly.

If the buzzer could cry, it would definitely weep bitterly.

Luna could have never imagined that Boris, previously renowned for his love of art and sculpture and much like a little noble, would be driven to such a state by Su Ming’an.

...He lay on the table like a dog, licking the buzzer, his whole body horribly disfigured.

It was terrifying.

...She hoped she would never become an enemy of the Number One Player.

"I know, I know the answer..." Boris gasped heavily, like a drowning man who had just escaped death.

"I know..." he raised his bloodied, torn chin, "It’s Gerald—"

Even though some previous questions had been tricky, this question was too simple. Even he, who had barely interacted with Su Rin, knew the answer—

"Beep."

Boris turned deathly pale.

At that moment, he felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

...Wait, if not Gerald, then who could it be?

In the forums discussing the plot of the World, it was clear that Su Rin had fallen in love at first sight with the young Gerald—

Opposite, the figure in the black robe still did not show his face.

He simply and slowly moved one step forward, put on a white glove over his palm, pressed the buzzer tainted with Boris’s saliva, and then disdainfully threw the white glove away.

"..." Su Rin, cloaked in black, said softly:

"...It’s ’Pulaya’."

The answer was Pulaya.

It was all the islands, the water, and the rivers.

It was everyone he knew or didn’t, all the laughter and tears that had occurred on this land.

The existence he admired—was never about trivial love or a single person.

Although he didn’t know whether this answer was just a setting given to his role by the system, the answer he confirmed at this moment was this one. He wouldn’t change it, and he had no regrets.

"Boom—!"

The aftershocks of the vibration gradually subsided.

As he withdrew his hand and drank a mana recovery potion, Su Ming’an saw that the blood-mud, which should have started returning to human form on the other side, had now completely quieted down.

The Phoenix Feather’s usage time had expired.

Boris had died.

Just then, for some reason, at the moment the spatial vibration occurred, Su Ming’an seemed to faintly see a masochistic smile on Boris’s face.

...It seemed like the opponent had awakened some remarkable attribute.

After securing the victory, a silver star turned into a streak of light and was engraved on Su Ming’an’s arm.

The teleportation beam flared brightly, preparing them for transport.

Just before leaving, Su Ming’an suddenly saw Fengchang, who had been silent, turn his head, his eyes sharp like an eagle’s, honing in on the somewhat shrinking Xiber.

"Cici." Fengchang spoke in a cold voice.

At that moment, his gaze, cold and distant, was like that of a deity pronouncing the life or death of others.

"Be smart and just find a place to kill yourself," Fengchang said lightly, "Don’t embarrass yourself in front of other Guides again. The scent of Jiu Shen on you is truly nauseating."

Xiber lowered her head further.

She seemed to have encased herself entirely in that blood-red robe.

"Remember," Fengchang said coldly as he watched her, "The Tribe has already exiled you, which was a mercy—you shouldn’t have lived on. Don’t yearn for things that aren’t yours... otherwise, I will personally remove this plague for the Tribe."

Xiber kept her head down.

Her voice, now as feeble as a sapling toppled in a winter night.

"...I understand," she whispered softly, "brother."