Chapter 268: Despair in the Wasteland, Zhang Yi
Chapter 268 Despair in the Wasteland, Memories
This is a wasteland, the land is as black as charcoal.
Various yellow weeds were scattered all over the ground.
There are also trees that have been dry for who knows how many years, like pieces of strange-shaped scrap metal, rooted in the ground.
No animals, no plants.
The entire wasteland was silent, as if it had died.
In this dead wasteland, there is an ancient stone door.
The stone gate was already covered with dust.
It seems that no one has been here for a long time.
On this day, a faint light flickered on the stone gate.
The strong man took the lead and stepped out of the stone gate.
Following him were two extraordinary players from Niucheng: the spectator and the one with closed eyes.
And two extraordinary players led by Ma Cheng Bole.
In total, there are six people.
After a difficult journey across the painful sea of sand.
They are not in a very good condition now.
Physical fatigue and pain are secondary; the mental torture is even more unbearable.
They don't expect too much now, as long as they have a normal open space where they can rest.
It is a great enjoyment not having to endure the torture of having steel needles piercing my feet anymore.
Walking on this wasteland.
But there was no stinging sensation.
This down-to-earth sense of satisfaction and solidity makes several players feel extremely happy.
The audience and another player were already in tears.
“Wow…my feet finally don’t hurt anymore, it feels so good!”
"I never thought that stepping on normal ground could be so comfortable."
"I will never go to the desert again in my life. Now my feet are hurting when I think of the sand."
“I love this wilderness so much!”
"Well, although this place also feels weird, it is much better than the Painful Sea of Sand anyway."
……
The morale of the six-man team was boosted again.
The strong man tried to pass through the stone gate to see if he could return to the Desert of Pain.
As a result, it is simply impossible to do so.
He stepped through the stone gate, but found himself still in the wasteland.
The stone door leading to the Door of Hope is just a one-way door.
We can only bring them here, but we cannot send them back.
If that's the case, then the patients who are believers in the End of Time would also come.
Wouldn't it be possible to trap him here directly, fundamentally preventing the possibility of him interfering with the Miracle Master's plan?
Li Shi's mind worked quickly and he soon thought of this.
If this is the case, my mission will be successfully completed.
So he looked at the stone door with anticipation.
A few minutes later, it lived up to his expectations.
The stone door lit up with white light again.
"Cough cough cough..."
A violent coughing sound came from the stone gate.
Then, the patient stepped out and looked at the players who were looking at him, with the corners of his mouth rising wildly.
"Hehe! You didn't expect that!"
“Even if you have gone through hardships and stepped into the door of hope, everything is not over yet.”
"If you think that passing the trial is so easy, then you are too naive."
However, to his surprise, the six players in front of him did not show much signs of frustration or collapse.
It seems that this situation had already been anticipated.
The patient's thoughts turned, and he smiled: "Hey! It seems you already knew it."
"Yes, that boss ghost is also a ghost who once stepped into the Gate of Hope."
"It seems that he has already told you about this situation a long time ago."
"However, you probably didn't expect that just to pass through a door of hope, you would have to endure such horrific pain!"
"Do you still have the courage to move forward?"
As he spoke, his eyes began to become moist.
All kinds of sad memories began to emerge in his mind.
When he was born, his mother suffered severe bleeding and eventually died despite failed rescue efforts.
He grew up in a single-parent family.
But fortunately, his father is quite responsible and a very nice person.
I brought him up little by little, often played various games with him, and took him everywhere to play.
So that he can spend his childhood relatively healthy.
Whether physically or mentally. At that time, their family was not rich.
Besides, my luck doesn't seem to be very good.
All kinds of bad luck always come one after another.
When he was seven or eight years old.
His grandparents died one after another, one from a cerebral infarction and the other from a heart attack.
Both old people were very kind to him.
Every time he visited them, the old man always had a kind smile on his face and prepared all kinds of delicious food for him.
It made him feel very warm.
He was particularly sad when they died one after another.
However, he knew that he was not the saddest one.
The pain his father endured was countless times more intense than his.
Moreover, during this process, I had to take leave frequently.
His father also lost his original job.
It was not easy to find a new job.
In the end, he could only do odd jobs to support the father and son.
However, even after experiencing so much suffering.
His father still wasn't defeated.
He always had a gentle smile on his face, and he told him with a smile: "Life is like a wave, it is inevitable to experience some ups and downs."
"As long as you keep an optimistic attitude, things will get better."
Unfortunately, the monster of doom did not leave.
Instead, he extended his evil claws to the young boy.
He started having fever and cold every other day.
At the beginning, it was a low fever that wouldn't go away, but later on it would occasionally rise to 38 degrees.
His body became weaker and weaker.
I feel so weak that I can't do any strenuous exercise.
From time to time, I feel dizzy, have tinnitus, and nosebleeds.
His father took him to various hospitals for treatment. He took a lot of medicine and tried many methods, but to no avail.
During this process, his father sold the house.
In the middle, he also thought about not treating it at all.
Perhaps, I am the disaster of my own family.
It was because of my arrival that brought disaster to my family.
They died of illness one after another, and now it was finally my turn.
If I don't die, my father will most likely suffer as well.
When the time comes, what should the young me do?
It would be better to just die.
When his father knew about this.
I looked him in the eyes and told him seriously: "No matter what happens, no matter what difficulties you face, I hope you can survive."
"As long as you are alive, there will be a day when you will see hope."
He and his father looked at each other for a long time, and finally nodded.
The belief of survival was rooted deep in his mind.
Gradually internalized as his life beliefs and pursuits.
After battling various diseases, he finally survived.
But his father passed away before him in a tragic car accident.
After that, he went through many painful things.
But he gritted his teeth and persevered.
Whenever he felt like he couldn't hold on any longer, he would think of that morning.
The gentle yet firm gaze of his father, and the words that came out of his mouth.
Later, after he was selected by the thriller game, he went through a lot of things.
Finally, become a believer in the end.
The extraordinary abilities he acquired are also related to his experiences and obsessions.
That terrifying ability that could be described as immortal was like the bitter fruit of the pain he had experienced.
Painful memories emerged in his mind one after another.
Many of the details became extremely clear.
The despair and regret I felt when I experienced these things back then once again resurfaced in my mind.
Some things, once brought to light, are hurdles that can never be overcome.
Those regrets that have been experienced and can no longer be undone are a kind of extreme despair.
The patient's eyes turned red as he savored the despair.
But a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth: "Is it only this extent?"
"If that's all, it's far from enough to overwhelm me!"
(End of this chapter)