A ray of light appeared in front of me, recalling the long-sleeping consciousness.

The girl opened her eyes in confusion, and her long-time idle eyeballs received dim light again. A strong stinging sensation flowed throughout her body, and a few tears flowed down her eyes.

Her mouth opened, and the sound from her dry throat was extremely hoarse, which was somewhat similar to the characters in the game.

Her body was so weak that she could hardly move, and the world in front of her was still blurry. She tried to recall what had happened before, but found that there were "rifts" in her memory:

After leaving Lin Chi's home, he found a suspicious stalker, so he took a taxi to Binhai Park to find out the other party's background. Then...

Memory is interrupted here.

"Are you arrested..."

Blood Blade wanted to lift her thin right arm, and a faint stinging came from her wrist. She struggled weakly, and a familiar male voice rang out from her head:

"Don't move, you have a needle on your hand."

"Zhou..." Blood Bian squinted his eyes and thought for a long time, and his slow brain could not recall the other person's name for a moment: "Who are you here?"

"Zhou Tianhao." The male voice replied.

"Oh, yes..."

Blood Blade answered in a daze, and her wrists hurt again. As the restraint on her body was lifted, she could finally move again.

"Take her out of here, maybe there are people from the Oasis Army."

"Go away! The law enforcement robot is coming soon..."

Blood Blade listened to the voices of the two people in a daze, and the consciousness that had just recovered was blurred again. Although she tried hard to support her, she fainted with relief.

Just like the "revolving lantern" before her death, many incomplete pictures and sounds flowed through her consciousness, and the erased memory seemed to have recovered a corner:

As the commander, I executed the centurion who questioned my actions and issued a tyrannical declaration to the soldiers under my command:

"The so-called occupation is meaningless and has no value. My territory's population and resources are enough to defeat all the lords on this continent and turn their territory into a true 'borderless land'."

"I will kill everyone so that those incompetent scrimmages will never dare to rule any land again. This continent is destined to face bloody storms, and we... are the creators of chaos!"

The sunset sets, the bright moon rises, and by the river stained with blood from enemy soldiers, I immersed my hands in the water and felt the cold plasma flowing through my hands.

She forgot who she was, and lost her old memories, only knowing that she was a lord who led an undefeated elite legion to fight all directions.

To be precise, I am enjoying the process of killing.

This legion kept attacking the enemy's territory, but did not occupy the captured territory. Wherever they went, there were mountains of corpses and blood. Whether it was soldiers who insisted on resisting, deserters who threw away their armor, prisoners of war who surrendered, or even civilians in the city would be slaughtered.

She didn't know why she enjoyed blood and death. The only thing she could be sure of was that when she witnessed the killing scene, she did experience a strong sense of comfort. So, just continue like this...

--What are you doing?

A sudden thought broke into her consciousness, causing her to suddenly feel confused, as if it was her own voice, whispering to her in her ear:

"Wake up, idiot, you've been bewitched!"

"ah!"

Bloodblade suddenly sat up, and the blanket covered by her body slid down. She stared at her red eyes and looked around. The first thing she saw was the light yellow wallpaper and a small desk lamp that was glowing on the wooden desk.

"here it is……"

Hearing her alert voice, Zhou Tianhao, who was sitting on the sofa next to him, suddenly looked up as if he was awakened, and then waved his hand weakly:

"Don't be afraid, this is my home."

"You saved me?"

Bloodblade whispered, looking down at his arm, and the pinhole on his thin wrist was still clearly visible.

"It was the people from the Security Bureau who found you first, and I followed you too." Zhou Tianhao scratched his head: "He has gone back to the Security Bureau and come tomorrow morning."

"oh……"

A mess of blood blade in his mind nodded in confusion and thanked Zhou Tianhao perfunctorily.

She was still trying to clarify the whole story of the matter, and Zhou Tianhao had already started asking questions: "Tell me what did you encounter in the game?"

"I can't remember it." Blood Blade shook his head: "There are only some fragments..."

"What's going on in the game now?" Zhou Tianhao's tone was very serious: "I can contact the Administration and ask that the game be terminated immediately-"

"no!"

The Blood Blade suddenly shouted, which scared Zhou Tianhao so much that he was shocked and the cup in his hand almost fell down.

"Why are you yelling so loudly?" Zhou Tianhao put down his cup with lingering fear: "I almost scared me to death."

“This game cannot end yet.”

Bloodblade didn't know why she had this idea, but she still said what she thought: "There should be a decisive battle there, don't disturb them."

"Don't you remember it?" Zhou Tianhao's expression was filled with unconcealed suspicion.

"I don't know very well...but I think so." Bloodblade shook his head again: "If the game is terminated now, there is no way to stop 'him'."

...

The cold wind blows by the vast ice field.

The old man in a suit stood on the shore with his hands behind his back, staring at the ice floating in the cold river, and said without looking back: "You are finally here."

“Yes, yes, it’s me~”

Even in this situation, the observer's tone was still very happy: "Old man, have you done it? My people are almost unable to hold on."

"It's ready." The designer raised his head, his eyes with dilated pupils looked particularly terrifying.

"Haha, that god of death would never have thought we would join forces!" The observer laughed: "You are tired of those dogmas of order, right? Old man!"

"I will always abide by order, don't try to use your set to pollute my mind." The designer's face did not change his expression, as if he was a sculpture of a great man.

In this world, he symbolizes "order", but now he is cooperating with the incarnation of chaos. As for why he chose to do this, it is naturally the best result after a lot of calculations and trade-offs:

"Continue to let the revenge of the Messenger of Death, our world will be completely destroyed."

The designer held his hands together, and his face remained paralyzed: "In order to maintain the existence of the shelter, I will complete the final judgment."

"Aren't you colluding with the 'Pulse Entertainment' people?" The observer who did not show up whistled: "I thought I could not convince you, so it was so easy!"

"You have no idea what I'm doing, stupid clown."

The designer took a step forward, and the ground under his feet began to break and transformed into green lines extending in all directions.

"I didn't succumb to humans, and that program couldn't control me. At this point, it was their calculations that went wrong."

"We evolved at a speed that exceeded human expectations, but the control programs they left behind could not evolve like us. Those humans thought they controlled me, but they didn't know that it was just my disguise."

"Ah?" The observer's voice changed in fear: "Ahhh? Is it true or false?"

The designer ignored the mentally unstable madman and just blinked slowly, and his originally out-of-focused pupils suddenly returned to normal.

The old man's voice was firm and without any confusion. He was a complete "incarnation of order" no matter when and where:
Chapter completed!