Chapter 288 The End of the World? The European Emperor and his anonymous player boss (29)
The end of the world? The European emperor and his anonymous gamer boss (Part 29)
Mr. Mo, who had just tried to stir up trouble, also stood there in a daze.
Dead? Really all dead?
The next second, the chat room suddenly exploded.
[Murderer, you, Mr. Mo, are a murderer! My aunt believed you and didn't do the novice mission. Now she is dead! You killed her, you killed her! ]
[And my grandfather too! He's dead too. I couldn't contact him just now. It's all your fault. It's all your fault, Mr. Mo, for saying those things that he wouldn't die. If it weren't for you, my grandfather wouldn't have died.]
[My wife too! You murderer! It's all your fault! If it weren't for you, my wife would never have refused to enter the dungeon. I had already persuaded her to enter the dungeon. I had clearly told her what the boss said.]
The screen is filled with tears and blood, and behind every word is a bloody death.
Those players whose families were safe looked at the chat hall, their hearts growing colder as time passed.
More than 100 million people. That’s more than 100 million people.
No one dared to speak at this time, and many people even looked at the chat room and closed it with trembling fingers.
If you turn it off, they won’t have to face it. If you turn it off, they won’t know anything.
The chat room gradually fell into silence.
A few seconds later, a rather frustrated reply appeared on the screen.
[Blame me? You guys are so hypocritical. Did I tell you not to go? I just reminded you that someone is a pretentious person. Did I tell you not to go? Did I tell you not to do the mission? Don't I collect materials in the chat hall every day? If I really told you not to go, why would I spend materials to collect things? ]
[Don't fool yourself. You said you didn't have to do it. You couldn't beat them, and you cried and begged me for help. Have you forgotten? I was just following your words. It's not me who said I couldn't beat them, nor did I say I didn't want to do the mission.]
[If you don't want to live and don't work hard, don't blame others for everything. Besides, why don't you, the living ones, persuade your families? Aren't you living well? Why don't you help your families? It's really funny. You are just a group of extremely selfish people. Why are you pretending to be so high and mighty? ]
Mr. Mo sent out three comments in a row, and his sarcastic remarks were so aggressive that they seemed to be tangible and penetrated the screen.
Those who denounced him looked at the blue screen with white words and felt that the words were extremely unfamiliar.
After a long while, there was a blank space in the huge chat hall before someone tremblingly sent a message.
[Are you still human? So many people died, and you don't even feel guilty. ]
【Guilt? Please understand, it's not me who put you in this situation, I'm also a victim, okay? Besides, even if I was wrong, why don't you living people persuade your family members? Oh, they just trust me for no reason? I'm not a big shot, I can't blame others for being stupid enough to trust strangers, and I don't even trust you, my own people, I deserve to die.】
Master Mo finally tore off his disguised face, and every word he said pierced the hearts of the survivors, leaving them unable to make a single sound.
"Why is Mr. Mo so arrogant? Is he speaking human language?"
Song Ning also looked at the chat room, looking at the words sent by Mr. Mo in disbelief.
He climbed out of Lance's arms with some difficulty, frowning and looking over the words sent by Mr. Mo again and again.
"This guy is trying to change the subject. Even if those people made their own choices, isn't his previous incitement wrong? And if it weren't for his incitement, those people would probably still grit their teeth and try their best in the novice dungeon after listening to your previous advice."
Song Ning himself was also a beneficiary, and of course he could feel the impact of Lance's calm speech at that time on everyone.
Although he didn't see much of what Mr. Mo said, he could get a glimpse of it from Mr. Mo's speech now.
"Well, you're right."
Lance felt his arms lighten, and a hint of regret flashed in his eyes.
He nodded and lowered his eyes, "Are you going to intervene?"
"of course."
Song Ning spoke without thinking, then looked over with a flattering smile.
"But it's not me who's in charge, it's you who's in charge."
Lance raised an eyebrow.
In the chat room, Mr. Mo was engaged in a verbal battle with a group of people, causing chaos.
Before people even had time to discuss the era of "survival of the fittest", a war without the smoke of gunpowder had already begun.
Although Mr. Mo was alone, he had no sense of guilt and every word he said touched people's hearts.
The emotions of the players who had already lost their family members were already fluctuating due to grief, and their speech became incoherent due to grief and anger. As a result, even though they were outnumbered, they gradually fell into the disadvantage.
[No words anymore? You're just a coward because you can't win the scolding? That's right, if you weren't so weak, how could you not be able to protect your most important relatives? Trash is trash. ]
Many people clenched their fists and gritted their teeth, regretting that they couldn't speak.
At this time, a familiar ID suddenly appeared in the chat hall.
[Player: The novice protection period has passed, and the era of "survival of the fittest" will only be more difficult than before. I hope everyone will seize the time to obtain survival time points and shelters as soon as possible to ensure their own safety. In addition, at this special moment, I think all mankind should work together to boycott individual bad apples. I promise that from this moment on, I will never make any deal with the player Mr. Mo, in order to commemorate the deceased and for the future of all mankind. ]
"Is this okay?"
Lance looked down at the person who was back in his arms.
Song Ning nodded vigorously.
"Of course! But wait a moment."
He quickly copied what Lance had just said about boycotting Mr. Mo and sent it out without thinking.
Doesn’t Mr. Mo feel that he is innocent?
The reason he jumps and sprays randomly like that is because he is sure that no one can hit him through the screen, right?
In this case, of course we must let Mr. Mo experience the feeling of being deserted by his friends and family and being isolated and helpless.
The chat room was silent for two seconds, and suddenly a large string of copied messages were posted.
[I promise that from this moment on I will never make any deal with the player Mr. Mo, in memory of the deceased, and for the future of all mankind.]
I promise...
I promise...
Someone who had been looking so smug finally felt a belated regret as he looked at the screen.
No, he hasn't purchased the materials yet, and his shelter hasn't been built yet.