RNP Chapter 643 Fuel?
Chapter 643 Fuel?
Its sharp claws tore through Nia's clothes and embedded deeply into her flesh. Blood spurted out, staining a corner of the carriage red.
Nia did not struggle, did not shout, and did not even show the slightest expression of pain. Instead, a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
All the noise around him gradually faded away, and Nia's thoughts drifted back to the heartbreaking moment - his daughter's helpless eyes in the previous copy, and his brother's last desperate message.
Everything was like a sharp knife cutting his heart.
Nia lost the two most important people in his life, and the world has become a desolate place for him.
Under the monster's claws, Nia's body gradually shattered, but the smile on his lips never disappeared until the last moment.
This is a silent farewell, a final mockery of this cruel world, and also a relief from one's own tragic fate.
Nia chose to end it all in her own way, closing her eyes forever with sadness for the past and despair for the future.
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Return to the present.
Xiao Jin's fingers hovered over the light curtain, and each piece of information was like a cold needle, piercing into her eyes.
After seeing the last part, she subconsciously opened her friend list. Although it was not very lively before, it still had more than a dozen avatars, but now most of them were dim.
Mao Liu from the Acid Rain World, Han Chuan from Linhai High School, Deng Xing, the leader of the trio from the Extreme Cold World, and... Gao Ya...
Her fingertips ran across those gray names. When she read to the end, Xiao Jin's breathing suddenly became difficult, and her lips were pursed into a cold and hard straight line.
Xiao Jin didn't know how long she was in a daze, she kept looking at the panel in front of her. Even when Tong Xiaolu sent her a voice message with tears and worry, she just looked at the little red dot and didn't click it.
A deep fatigue, not only physical but also spiritual, enveloped her tightly.
She thought that with her experience in her previous life, she would get used to it.
It turns out that she has always been a timid person!
At night, the simulated lighting in the carriages dims.
Xiao Jin lay on the bed, his consciousness floating in extreme fatigue and surging thoughts, and was eventually dragged by an invisible force and fell into a bizarre darkness.
The feeling of weightlessness disappeared, and a solid touch came from under my feet, and the night breeze blew across my cheeks with a moist and cool feeling.
She found herself standing on an observation deck on top of a tower that soared into the clouds. Below her feet was the vast, rushing river, reflecting the city lights on both sides that were as bright as stars in the sky.
Neon lights outline the contours of skyscrapers, traffic on the overpass weaves flowing bands of light, and huge billboards in the commercial district in the distance flash blurry colors.
On the other side, the lights of thousands of houses are like scattered stars, outlining the warm outline of fireworks. The noisy background sound of the city is faintly heard, whistles, human voices, faint music... everything is so real that it makes people tremble.
Here... is the night view of the once prosperous Blue Star city?
Just as Xiao Jin was looking at the familiar yet unfamiliar "human world" under her feet and was slightly distracted, an embrace with a familiar and cool breath gently embraced her from behind.
Jian Yiqiu's chin rested on her slightly cool head, and his warm breath brushed her earlobes.
"Do you still like it?" His voice was low, with a barely perceptible hint of... caution.
Xiao Jin's body stiffened slightly, then he relaxed and leaned back into the reassuring embrace.
Neither of them spoke anymore, they just snuggled up to each other quietly, gazing at the fake yet extremely real "human world" beneath their feet, flowing with the light of life.
The night wind from high above blew the corners of their clothes, as if temporarily blowing away the suffocating silence in the carriage.
After a long time, Xiao Jin spoke in a low voice with a hint of hoarseness: "...It's different now. Many people died, a lot." She didn't describe it in detail, but Jian Yiqiu obviously understood.
"I know." He tightened his arms and said in a deep voice, "Every screening is a sea of blood and corpses. Anger, fear, despair... are all normal reactions.
The speculation on the channel is correct. The system... or the existence behind it, wants this 'fuel'."
"Fuel?" Xiao Jin turned his head and met his deep eyes. This man had indeed been peeking at the screen.
"The strength of the soul, the resilience of the will, the energy that erupts under extreme emotions... perhaps these are all their targets." Jian Yiqiu did not say more, but just kissed her forehead gently and changed the subject.
He said with a hint of deliberate ease: "Don't think too much, at least now, we can still enjoy the 'scenery' here.
If you don’t like it, in the next world…”
Jian Yiqiu paused and looked into Xiao Jin's eyes: "You can relax for a while."
Although it was not said, the meaning was very clear. The difficulty of the next copy world should be very low.
"Heh." Xiao Jin pulled the corner of his mouth and uttered a short sneer, full of sarcasm: "Give me a slap and then give me a sweet date? The system can also play this trick?"
"Just think of it as... taking a breath." Jian Yiqiu did not refute, but hugged her tighter, as if to transfer his strength to her.
"Only by living can you have the right to think about the future."
The night in the dream is gentle, and the city lights are shattered into flowing golden sand in the river.
But this brief warmth and the "easy" preview did not really dispel the haze in Xiao Jin's heart. She knew that this was just a false calm before the storm.
During the next ten-day rest period, the player channel was like a quagmire soaked in despair.
The oppressive silence and the occasional negative comments hang over every player like an indelible cloud.
Some people train frantically, trying to grasp at the straw that will make them stronger, while others indulge in the low-level entertainment provided by the system, paralyzing themselves.
But more people were suffering in silence, staring blankly at the eternal, empty darkness outside the car window.
Xiao Jin spent most of his time in the carriage and practice room...
Either organize supplies, research newly acquired skills and equipment, or perform high-intensity recovery training by consuming points.
I occasionally check the channel, but just glance over it and never participate in the discussion.
She finally responded to Tong Xiaolu's message with a simple "I'm fine." She didn't mention a word about the tragedy of the previous instance.
With adequate care, Ah Mo recovered quickly. His black jade-like scales regained their cold luster, but his eyes seemed even colder and more aggressive.
It would spend most of its time perched at Xiao Jin's feet, like its most loyal guard. Occasionally, Xiao Jin would take it into the practice room for combat training.
Time passes slowly in day after day of training, silence and repression.