Chapter 393: How to own five buildings

[System Alert: Player Yuan Guang equips the identity of "Monster Book: The Painter Who Hates Himself"]

Mist spreads from the soles of Yuan Guang's feet as he runs, hissing and crying as the art knife in his hand turns into a pixelated brush, slashing viciously toward the side of those who are falling.

[System alert: Player Yuan Guang is using the Identity skill (Layer Drawing)]

"Live!!!"

"Live to tell the tale!!!"

The mist sweeps across the field like an explosion, a pixelated gray layer that catches underneath all the falling people at a speed invisible to the naked eye, and all the trance-induced fallers fall and bounce off this strange, cotton-like layer before landing firmly on the ground.

There were no casualties.

Realizing this, Yuan Guang sat paralyzed on the ground, and then the next second, with his head down, he rushed forward, grabbed one of the men by the collar, and without hesitation, punched him in the face.

With tears streaming down his face, he beat the surviving NPC while roaring out, "Why did you have to die! Ah!"

"Dead you have nothing!"

Yuan Guang was in tears as he choked out, "You're dead, but we're still alive, and we're going to be so, so sad."

"Because you're not there anymore ......"

Year after year the dead were sacrificed, but Yuan Guang never despaired because he knew that each of the remaining people was trying to hold on, to hold on until the day when they couldn't hold on any longer, and then apologetically said to him, "Yuan, I can't hold on any longer.

They don't really go to death, they just can't take it anymore, they need to rest, they die in hope.

[Yuan, I'll take a break and wait for you to win before you bring me back to life!]

[Eh, I'm not too good anymore, I'm so tired, you guys go first, pop a resurrection armor for me then!

[President Yuan, I'll leave it to you next!]

Uncle Wang knelt in front of him and slowly raised his head, a smile appeared on his tear-filled face as he patted Yuan Guang's shoulder, "Why do you feel like you're going to cry? What are you crying about, don't cry."

"I'm just going to take a break in our cemetery building for a while, and I know that with Yuan around, someday-"

"Everyone will come out of the cemetery."

"Those of us who got tired in the middle of the day just temporarily deposited our deaths, slept there, and then the next day, when the sun came up and shone on our neighborhoods, we, the old undead, woke up!"

As each person died in the game and was being pulled downward from the edge of the building in reality, they turned their heads to look at Yuan Guang standing far away, no tears, no crying, no despair on their faces, they were waving at Yuan Guang with a trusting smile:

"Goodbye, Yuan."

[We believe that Xiao Yuan, will have the day to take us to win.]

[Tough on Yuan, keep our deaths for now.]

There were still people jumping down from the building, and Yuan Guang looked up and watched, in slow motion, as Shi Qian ran up to him, gritting his teeth and swinging his brush, tears flowing madly.

"No dying!!!" He roared in a hoarse, trembling voice, "No dying in this despair!!!"

"Hang on!!!"

Everything in front of me began to blur.

Yuan Guang still remembers the first time they participated in the league, at that time, everyone was still, around that system panel's registration interface meditating towards the team's entry name.

Someone jokingly said that our obscure guild might as well be called a cemetery, right?

After achieving unanimous agreement from all who laughed and laughed, someone else asked what cemetery it was called.

Uncle Wang scratched his head and turned to him, "Xiao Yuan, what do you think of Sunshine Cemetery?"

"...... Too earthy uncle." Without waiting for Yuan Guang to reply, someone had already opened his mouth to spit.

"Sunshine does seem to be a bit earthy and not that, trendy enough isn't it?" Uncle Wang pondered slightly for a second or two, and asked seriously, "Isn't it better for the battle team to have a sharper name ......"

Uncle Wang looked at Yuan Guang: "Yuan, do you know what form of light exists that is more aggressive than sunlight?"

Yuan Guang was stunned, "...... laser?"

"The laser cemetery is also a bit strange ......" Uncle Wang fell into a whirlpool of thought.

Someone next to me suggested, "What's the English word for laser?"

Yuan Guang slowly thought back and said the word: "Laser."

"La Se-er?" Uncle Wang repeated Yuan Guang's words sluggishly with an accent, and he burst out laughing, "That's a good one, that's a foreign name! That's it!"

Yuan Guang ran through the night as people fell, the layers spreading out over his head one by one, his teeth clenched against the weight of all the people falling from the layers, straining so hard that the veins in his neck popped, but still not backing down for a single inch.

His eyes looked at some point in the air, and he cried out in a voice that tore at his heart, as if his chest and his soul were speaking from Yuan Guang's thin body at the same time:

"Lasers are the most offensive form of light in existence!"

"We, as long as we live, as long as we exist, will never lose to the sun!!!"

Ornamental Pool.

The people of Russell Cemetery stared dead at Yuan Guang on the big screen with sweat and tears mixed together, they knew that Yuan Guang's words just now were shouted to them.

They stood up slowly, and someone took a deep breath and held up a loudspeaker to hiss at Yuan Guang on the big screen:

"Russell Cemetery, a sure win!"

"Russell Cemetery, number one!"

"Go President!"

"We believe in the President!!!"

"We'll try to hold on until the last second!"

They hissed until the muscles in their faces trembled, as if they wished their voices could pass through the barrier of the screen and reach Yuan Guang to hold up the heavy layers with him.

"It's a first for me to see a tactician who cheers on members who can't even hear him in a game." Charles, who was sitting on the side, propped his jaw up and surveyed the situation with amusement, "But it's also the first time I've seen one cheering for members who can't hear at all in a viewing pool."

"Russell's Cemetery, Fantastic Guild."

Wang Shun looked at the scene of all the members standing up and cheering for Yuan Guang with mixed feelings, and took a look at the data reported on the system panel, and for a moment, he couldn't tell what he felt in his heart.

...... Russell's betting pool support is rising at a rate that is still declining.

Audiences are realistic, being at a disadvantage is being at a disadvantage and it doesn't change because of how many people struggle with it, audiences never sympathize with the underdog.

But ...... Wang Shun took another look at the members of the Russell Cemetery who were fighting and roaring.

They aren't struggling to be sympathized with either.

Even if reality is crumbling, even if the game isn't in their favor, they're not struggling in their plight per se to please others and become stars, they're just ordinary people who are trying to survive.

--They struggled and suffered to live for themselves, for the "people" who had placed their hopes in them and who lived in the cemeteries.

Shi Qian stepped forward and used his shoulder to help Yuan Guang against the layer. Yuan Guang's legs weakened and he almost fell to his knees, then he was helped up by Shi Qian, who was holding the layer with his teeth, and he stumbled up to the layer, picking up those who had fallen on it one by one and embracing them tightly.

"It'll be fine."

"Everything will pass."

"Someday ......" Yuan Guang With his face covered in mud and his hands covered in cuts, he hugged the young man who had jumped down after seeing the moon, tilted his head, took a deep breath in and let it out slowly, "Even if we live in the cemetery for a while in the cemetery, but one day, we will live to see the sun shine in."

The person leaned on Yuan Guang's shoulder and slowly, in a daze, hugged Yuan Guang back, with tears streaming down her face, "Really?"

Yuan Guang closed his eyes as he embraced the man tightly, "Really."

"I, and all my friends, believe in this prophecy in this way."