Those were all super players personally invited by Nan Bo Wan from international tournaments, each capable of taking on a hundred. But what happened? The Longevity Hall lured them in one by one and buried them one by one. All seven were killed on the Purple Night Plains. That’s why the Longevity Hall earned the nickname ‘One Night, Seven Times’. Heard that the next day, Nan Bo Wan was so furious he nearly deleted his account…
“Don’t worry, times have changed. This time, we’ve prepared for a whole month before launching the attack, so we must be fully equipped. With Cang Hai and Queen Liuli being so powerful… Oh, time’s up, let’s go, let’s go. Do you have a teleport scroll? Let’s fly there together.”
“I’ll go recharge my yuanbao first. My dad gave me two hundred yuan for pocket money today, haha, I can buy a lot of resurrection potions.”
“Damn, I’m so jealous. My dad, the stingy one, only gave me fifty.”
… Another night, the dialogue of two young boys rang out like a thunderbolt from the clear sky next to Qin Chuan. The three thousand followers, the two hundred thousand army, Cang Hai, Queen Liuli… game matters he usually wouldn’t care about. But in their conversation, he heard a name. Hongyao Hall. The leader of the three thousand Longevity followers. It felt like something twisted deeply within his heart.
Yaoyao, why would you stand up to help him at this critical moment? Does she understand who he’s doing this for? Qin Chuan’s left hand, bound in a cast, started to tremble. Even when he stood on the WCG stage at eighteen, he had never been this nervous.
Yaoyao, why give up your comfortable life to come to this battlefield and fight against a bunch of lunatics? If fate decrees he must die, one person is enough… Enough, enough… The world he protects, endless wealth, greedy armies, a world gone mad, enough… Damn it, all of it’s enough! Since it started because of him, let him end it all. Hope… she would understand.
With his only intact right hand, Qin Chuan shakily gripped the mouse. For the first time in days, he used the computer in front of him. On the screen, the login interface of “Human World” appeared. Tilting the monitor slightly towards the wall, Qin Chuan put on his headset, hearing the majestic opening music. The account of “Sanchu Chuan” was entered, and stealth login was selected. A solitary assassin appeared in the dark space. In the center of the screen, bold letters displayed: [You have exited the Abyss of the End Times, you will be randomly teleported back to the Human World in 5 seconds.]
Five seconds later, the world changed.
The solitary assassin appeared on a remote island in the deep sea, with no one around, only the rustling of plants and the songs of insects and birds. Through the headset came the sound of wind and waves. But all this was about to end, wasn’t it?
Under the setting sun, the sea was as beautiful as the eyes of the girl who looked up at him on stage six years ago. In this most beautiful dusk, Sanchu Chuan stood on the cliff of the island, the wind and waves faintly bringing the breath of ancient times.
Below the cliff, a deep black vortex was surrounded by a ring of colorful vortices, slowly moving towards him. This must be the place, saving him the trouble of walking further. The best ending in the human world, nothing more than severance, nothing more than departure.
The sea wind lifted his fluttering robes, and the black figure plummeted off the cliff. The dark seawater engulfed his slender body. The warning sound in the headset shrieked, the screen flashed red, health rapidly depleting, the quick-access bar’s herbs and return scrolls flashed frantically.
All he needed was a light click to teleport back, he could escape the deadly danger of the black vortex, but his trembling fingers did not press the mouse.
There was once an assassin named Sanchuan, in the ancient ruins, with sleeves full of snow; in the vast desert, with black clothes and black hair; on the suspension bridge, above the abyss. None of the pains of the mortal world could wear down your proud strength… Who would have thought that the end would be to sink into the dusk sea. No one was saved, no one could save. From then on, all the past and all the glory drifted away with the waves, indistinguishable from the sea grass. [System: Player “Sanchuan” has been lying in the dusk sea since the winter of 2010, hoping this player does not leave the world behind and can have another chance.] Another chance? Ridiculous. In the depths of the dusk sea, there are often those who choose to end their lives, and the system frequently announces it. People were initially shocked, then only left with regret and numbness. This news was quickly drowned out by the countless battle cries and cheers for attacking the City of Rebirth in the world channel. No one noticed that another legendary figure had quietly disappeared. Logging out, entering the account, even with one hand, Qinchuan’s fingers flew over the keyboard. He switched to his main character from the Eternal Palace.
The Purple Night Plain was already ablaze, the City of Rebirth was lit up inside and out, and through the headphones came the sounds of chariot wheels, galloping hooves, cold weapons unsheathing, and the crackling of torches. Not far away, an army of two hundred thousand was approaching, vast and mighty. Outside the City of Rebirth, three thousand followers held their breath, each holding their weapon, as still as statues, their eyes under black hoods calm like martyrs ready to die. As long as the Twilight of the Gods was in his hands, the lord of the City of Rebirth could not be replaced. What those two superpowers coveted was nothing but the fertile land and mineral veins here. If all this ceased to exist, the massive armies they had built would only be a laughingstock. With a scythe in hand, the Eternal Palace walked step by step towards his city gate from the Purple Night Plain, the sky above a huge white full moon, his figure in the robes of rebirth hidden in the city’s shadows, only noticed when he got close. He’s finally back, our—Eternal—Palace! The world channel exploded once again, the city inside and out flickered with fire; after the initial surprise and excitement, three thousand followers bowed in reverence, with an army of two hundred thousand outside, their fate sealed. At this last moment, the Eternal Palace, their deity, really came. The eyes in the firelight, like a dream.
Qinchuan moved his viewpoint, scanning around; he didn’t see Hongyaotang among the crowd, which was slightly comforting. “God… am I dreaming? You’re finally back, these days, those idiots from the two armies have been too much…” “Yes, the Eternal Palace is back, we can finally hold our heads high and fight!” “Brother is so happy, brother wants to drink and celebrate today, the leader is back, they’ll all be back to level 1, hahaha…”
Qinchuan watched the complaints and cheers of those who had steadfastly waited in the chat box. He thought he would never be moved again after leaving the arena, but seeing these foolish, stubborn people waiting for him, he couldn’t help but tear up. “Everyone, disperse.” With one hand on the keyboard, he typed these four words. As long as the City of Rebirth and this land still existed, greed and war would be endless; the best outcome would be to sever attachment and annihilate. Before people could digest this sentence, a figure, even in a black robe, recognizable at a glance, was running towards him, chugging stamina potions, with all skills activated. Hongyaotang, she still came. Qinchuan, looking at the face he couldn’t forget even in his dreams, only said, “You shouldn’t have come.” Before the excited Prime Minister could type, he saw these words above the Eternal Palace’s head, “Damn, she shouldn’t come? Then who should?”