The Monster is Coming

Chapter 424 I am a natural disaster, what am I afraid of?
Dead Space.

In the setting of the Lord of Bliss, this place is divided into two major areas.

First is the outer city, also known as the Trial City.

Creatures recruited from the Elysium and other smaller worlds will undergo six trials in the outer city.

Only players who have completed the ultimate trial are qualified to set foot in the inner city: the City of Death.

Once you get here, you have your ticket to enter the monster world.

Going forward, explore the monster world individually or in groups, seeking resources and opportunities.

The best among them will be awarded the "Blissful Derivative Rules Imprint".

Elysium players call it the "Demon Brand," which can be used to bewitch living beings and make them generate higher profits than through direct hunting.

Beyond the spatial boundaries of the Trial City, the magnificent scene of the City of Death unfolds.

The sky here reflects a dazzling Milky Way, and the blue aurora borealis shimmers like silk across the sky.

The city was ablaze with neon lights, and everywhere you looked, there were all sorts of ecstasy players.

Their attire is also distinctive, and they generally have tense expressions. Although they are called "Paradise Players," they do not have the entertainment mentality that players should have.

For them, death could come at any moment.

Survival is a struggle that requires the utmost effort.

The busiest place in the entire city is the central square.

Players of different races gathered here, setting up makeshift stalls on the ground.

The sounds of hawking, arguing, and various other noises mingled together, creating a boiling wave of sound.

The stalls displayed mostly various resources, weapons, equipment, and items obtained by risking one's life in the monster world.

The only universal currency here is: Bliss Points.

You can exchange them for rune skills, life talents, suitable weapons and equipment, etc., that can be integrated into your body at the function tower in the City of the Dead.

Therefore, each transaction completed means that the chances of survival in the next exploration are improved.

The gaze sweeps across the bustling central square, over the towering residential towers, through the challenge hall where quests can be accepted, and finally settles on a building that stands out from its surroundings.

The building is entirely dark purple, with dim lighting, and a huge energy sign at the entrance flashes four large characters: Ecstasy and Depravity.

This is the only place for entertainment and relaxation in the city of the dead, a bar offering a variety of interesting services.

It offers services such as restricted fantasy worlds.

The Lord of Bliss allows players who have struggled on the brink of life and death to have a place to temporarily numb their senses and forget the bloody cruelty of the monster world after they return.

However, this enjoyment is strictly controlled at the most basic level.

True depravity is forbidden here.

Because what the Lord of Bliss needs is not useless people who indulge in pleasure, but warriors who can continuously burn their life force to grow.

Elysium players can rest here, but they shouldn't become useless consumables because of it.

Therefore, the bar does not offer any deep fantasy experience; instead, it provides modes that do not exist in the Palace of Elysium.

For example, drinks made with ecstasy energy can give "ecstasy players" a feeling of mental well-being.

Inside the bar, the lighting was dim, and the air was filled with the rich aroma of alcohol.

Within the spacious area, booths and bar counters are scattered throughout, where all sorts of ecstasy enthusiasts converse quietly or remain silent on their own.

The most eye-catching feature is the illuminated wine cabinet that occupies an entire wall, displaying hundreds of exotic wines and spirits, each with a different point value.

At this moment, in a relatively quiet corner of the bar.

A figure in a black trench coat sat on a high stool, with a glass of shimmering blue liquor on the bar in front of him.

He was sipping his drink.

He is none other than Yang Xiu, the genuine player who infiltrated the Paradise Players.

Its "Soul Team" is now ranked among the top ten strongest teams in Dead Space.

The team has grown from just over ten people to 52, and is following an elite training program.

Each time a team member joins, Yang Xiu will give them a soul name, such as: Eagle Head, Black Serpent, Stone Statue, etc.

The inspiration comes from our own life and soul system.

Beside him stood a slender woman.

She possessed a near-perfect face, with skin that had a warm, pearly white luster, long light purple hair, and a pair of deep purple eyes. She made no attempt to hide her inner adoration as she gazed at Yang Xiu, who was drinking.

During this time, a pair of slender, pointed ears twitched intermittently.

Yang Xiu sighed at this moment, turning his gaze to the woman standing beside him, his tone tinged with helplessness:
"Black Snake, why are you looking at me like that? Go do what you're supposed to be doing."

Upon hearing this, the black snake not only didn't leave, but instead moved closer, putting its hands behind its back, leaning slightly forward, and a sly smile spreading across its face:
"What I should do is stay here and keep the boss company."

As she spoke, her long, slender purple ears twitched playfully:

“The training ground won’t grow legs to run anymore, and my skill proficiency has already met the requirements… Boss, it must be so boring drinking alone. I’m here to help you check if anyone has put something in your glass.”

As she spoke, she deliberately made a wary, scrutinizing expression as she looked around.

Her exaggerated appearance contrasted sharply with her stunning beauty.

Yang Xiu shook his head:

"Crooked."

He muttered something under his breath, but did not try to drive the black snake away again. He turned his gaze back to the wine glass, acknowledging that she had stayed by his side.

The black snake smiled smugly and stopped making a sound.

She simply stood quietly in the shadows beside him, like a loyal silhouette.

Unlike Black Snake's happiness, Sheep Xiu has been under immense pressure lately.

As a legitimate player, he has been in Elysium for more than two years.

During this period, he would occasionally go offline.

For example, while traveling to the monster world, log off and leave under the pretext of going out to explore.

As for tasks such as changing the nutrient solution, they have been handed over to the robots.

Once the service is ordered, a robot will come to your door at a set time and place, so you don't need to worry about whether the nutrient solution needs to be changed or treated.

To ensure his health, he also used his sacrificial power to purchase the latest model of the Lunar Eclipse Clan's game pod, which can automatically exercise.

Therefore, the pressure does not come from reality.

It was not the brothers who had risked their lives for them, but the group of men around them.

As a legitimate player, it could have enjoyed the Dead Space dungeon for fun, and then returned to the Temple Guild with a huge amount of sacrificial power.

The boss always kept a place for him in the assassination team.

The fierce battlefield of the Emperor's Tomb Mountains is his final resting place.

That was his initial thought as well.

When he was lucky enough to draw the Death Space Key, his thought was simple: go to Alona to make a quick buck and then go back to the village.

In order to successfully complete the game and earn more sacrificial power, he relied on the strategy guides that forum players had obtained through blood and tears. At the beginning, he pretended to be a wise man with perfect strategies and led a group of clueless newbies to grow quickly.

At that moment, seeing the admiring looks from his teammates, his vanity was satisfied like never before.

Unlike the backstabbing and infighting that was often mentioned in the forum, the teammates he encountered at the beginning were all very sincere.

They would share any clues they discovered without reservation, and even risk their lives to shield him from attacks from the shadows in times of crisis.

They would risk their lives to accomplish a decision made because of him.

Whenever a teammate falls, the sadness expressed by the other teammates is incredibly genuine.

Initially, he approached it with a relaxed, almost game-like attitude, while his teammates were giving their all for every challenge, risking their lives.

During the process of getting to know each other, Yang Xiu discovered that he had changed.

He can no longer view his teammates from the perspective of a tool or a virtual NPC.

The eagle's calm and decisive demeanor, the stone statue's bravery and fierceness, the black snake's admiring gaze... every figure was vividly imprinted in his heart.

The shift in his understanding crossed the psychological barrier he had initially set.

When he began to truly regard these teammates as brothers standing shoulder to shoulder, his initial "entertainment mentality" vanished.

Instead, they are burdened with heavy responsibilities and ever-increasing pressure.

During this period, the forum guides gradually became insufficient.

The updated scenes in Lord of Bliss have many new features.

Initially positioning himself as a "wise man," he still had to step forward and make decisions when faced with difficulties.

He could only force himself to calm down.

He combined the strategic vision he learned from the God King, the combat intuition honed through countless battles, and the inspiration that burst forth when he was driven to the brink of despair, and single-handedly led the Soul Squad to carve out a path to survival in the darkness and advance to the City of Death.

From that moment on, he found himself changed.

The way we deal with problems has changed from subconsciously opening forums to search for solutions to thinking, analyzing, judging, and even bearing the consequences of wrong judgments.

Through this process of exploration and growth, he became the irreplaceable leader of the Soul Squad.

As abilities improve, self-confidence is built in the process.

But what follows is an even deeper bond.

Because every one of his teammates had crawled out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood with him.

From giving them the codename "Life Soul" to watching them grow from greenhorns to reliable individuals, their relationship has long transcended that of simple teammates.

They are life-and-death friends to whom you can completely entrust your back.

That's why it lost the joy of being a legitimate player.

Every day I think about how to keep these brothers alive.

Recently, the competition in Dead Space has become increasingly fierce.

Exploring unknown areas of the monster world also carries increasing risks.

Although his "Soul" team is still among the top performers on the leaderboard, he knows in his heart that they are dancing on the edge of a knife.

A crisis could strike at any moment.

He feared that a mistake in one of his decisions would plunge his teammates, who trusted him, into utter ruin.

He also feared that he, this "pretending ecstasy player," would one day be unable to protect the brothers who relied on him.

Thinking of this, Yang Xiu remembered a teammate: Mocking.

Mocking, true to his name, is a guy with a sharp tongue, but he's also agile and the team's best scout.

His ever-talkative mouth always manages to break the silence during the most oppressive moments, allowing the team's tense nerves to relax slightly.

While exploring uncharted territory, they were ambushed.

A bizarre creature capable of lurking in the shadows and unleashing mental spikes caught them off guard.

As the core of the team, he was identified as the primary target by the ambushing tribe.

When the invisible mental shrieks pierced his mind like poisonous needles, trying to shatter his consciousness, he felt dizzy and experienced a moment of disorientation.

In that fatal moment, a figure suddenly shoved him aside.

It's mockery.

He used his body to block the path of the mental impact, throwing him away.

When he came to his senses, he saw a mocking smile. His lips moved, but he couldn't make a sound.

At that moment, Yang Xiu saw no hesitation or regret in his eyes, only an unwavering nod.

The next moment, an invisible force pierced through the mocking body, causing it to explode violently.

That look was etched into his heart, more impactful than any words.

Every time he recalls it, his heart trembles.

He survived, led his team out of the encirclement, and completed his mission.

But the "mockery" remained forever on that land.

Since then, the burden on his shoulders has become increasingly heavy.

Every decision is made with utmost care and involves repeated deliberation.

He was afraid to see that look in his eyes again, because of his carelessness, a brother who relied on him had left.

This also became the source of the heaviest pressure in his heart.

He must be stronger, more cautious, and meticulous in his planning... and he must also protect every remaining teammate.

He downed the blue liquid in the glass in one gulp.

He found that he could no longer easily turn away with the same mindset he had initially had.

His gaze swept across the dim lights and shadows of the bar, landing on the quiet silhouette of the black snake beside him. Yang Xiu sighed silently in his heart.

This heavy responsibility is both a driving force and a constraint.

How much further can he lead these brothers?

Just as Yang Xiu was lost in thought, a pale white hand gently picked up the empty wine glass in front of him.

He was refilled with the liquid that shimmered with a deep blue luster.

It was the black snake.

She is completely different from the calm, decisive, and deadly top-tier long-range assassin she is during missions.

Only when she is by his side will Black Snake retract all her sharpness and transform back into a girl with a touch of dependence and adoration.

She gently pushed the wine glass back to Yang Xiu, her fingertips lightly touching the rim, then tilted her head, her slender ears twitching slightly, a playful smile appearing on her face:
"Boss, you can always refill your drink, but if you keep frowning for too long, it will leave a mark on your heart."

Upon hearing this, Yang Xiu shifted his gaze from the wine glass to her face.

He met those smiling purple eyes.

His lips twitched slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end it only turned into a barely audible sigh.

He reached out and took the wine glass, then whispered a reprimand.

"You are the only one who talks a lot."

The black snake playfully stuck out its tongue, took a half-step back with its hands behind its back, and continued to stand quietly to the side.

Yang Xiu looked at the blue ripples that were spreading out again in the cup and understood.

How could he not understand Black Snake's intentions?
He felt the emotions that gradually grew clearer and clearer amidst blood and fire.

Her playfulness at this moment was a cautious test, an attempt to dispel the pressure in his heart.

This sincere emotion is so precious, yet so heavy, in the cruel environment of the City of Death.

He is not heartless; he can be moved.

But he was even more aware that his status as an "official player" was like an invisible barrier standing between them.

He couldn't commit to the future, and wasn't even sure when he might suddenly "leave." Accepting this relationship might not bring him comfort, but rather deeper hurt.

This is not even a barrier of identity, but a barrier between reality and illusion.

Yang Xiu looked down at the shimmering blue light in his cup, his thoughts drifting away.

He thought of the "anime/manga waifu" that is so popular in the real world.

Exquisite character illustrations and captivating voices evoke countless fantasies and affections, but everyone knows that they will forever live on the screen.

At this moment, the black snake stood beside him, its breath audible, its eyes clear, and it could laugh and play.

You can even touch it.

It has delicate emotions and feels more real than anime/manga waifus.

But she won't appear at your bedside in the real world one morning, still warm from your touch.

There is an unbreakable barrier between them.

The love, hate, and life-and-death struggles he experienced here will be completely isolated once the connection is broken and he returns to the game pod filled with nutrient solution.

The deeper you fall, the more painful it will be when you lose it.

Therefore, he could only pretend not to know and choose to avoid the issue.

He couldn't share many of his inner thoughts with his teammates, so he kept them to himself, letting them turn into a sigh.

It picked up the glass again, took a big gulp, and besides the coldness, there was an indescribable bitterness.

Occasionally, he would take a quick look at the player forums or the internal chat channel of the Divine Hall Guild.

The place was bustling with activity. The brothers joked around, boasted about their latest loot, or complained that the bully was being disgusting again.

The recent topic of discussion is that the local bully led all players to "rob and plunder" in the new map, which was incredibly fun.

The words exude a carefree and relaxed vibe.

That was the kind of gaming life he was familiar with.

There was no heavy pressure of life and death, no fear of every decision affecting the lives of teammates.

Back then, following the leader, the God King, we lived a life of adventure and revenge. If we couldn't win, we'd just charge in. Even if we died, we could still curse and grumble as we started over at the resurrection point.

Every day is simple and pure, the biggest trouble is probably not having enough sacrificial energy to spend, so I have to spend it wisely to improve my strength.

I dream of one day following the God King to trample the Earthly Bully under my feet, making it kneel down and beg for mercy, calling me "Daddy".

That carefree and unrestrained attitude, that relaxed mindset of treating everything as a game, now seems like a luxury from a past life.

He now drinks a drink that numbs his senses, bearing the future of 52 precious lives on his shoulders.

The joy that belongs to the players has long been unknowingly eroded by the responsibilities of being the "boss," leaving it riddled with holes.

All that remained was exhaustion and an unspeakable loneliness.

He downed the rest of the liquid in his glass in one gulp, the icy sensation spreading down his throat to his heart.

Just then, the noise inside the bar seemed to be suppressed by some invisible force.

A burly figure, like a moving mountain, stopped precisely next to where Yang Xiu was, casting a shadow that completely enveloped Yang Xiu and the black snake.

The newcomer had grayish-white skin, bulging muscles all over his body, and was nearly three meters tall.

Behind him followed several team members, each with a different appearance but equally capable.

Just standing there casually creates a sense of oppression.

Yang Xiu didn't look up, still staring at the empty wine glass. But the black snake beside him straightened its back instantly, the gentleness on its face vanished, and its eyes became cold and sharp. Its right hand hung down naturally, and its fingertips touched the place where the weapon was hidden on the outside of its thigh.

The strong man, codenamed "Chongyue," is the captain of "Bengshan," the fourth-ranked powerhouse in Death City.

They are also fierce rivals of their Soul Team.

At this moment, Chongyue tapped lightly on the bar with his thick fingers, making a sound to attract Yang Xiu's attention.

When Yang Xiu raised his eyelids to look at him, Chong Yue forced a smile onto his rough face and said in a low voice:
"Drinking alone? It seems the Soul Squad hasn't been having an easy time lately?"

Immediately, his teammates behind him chuckled.

What appears to be concern is actually highly provocative.

Chongyue's gaze swept over the black snake, then returned to Yang Xiu, and he continued:
"I heard you guys lost someone in the monster world last time? Tsk, what a pity. That's why I say, sometimes it's better to take a step back and choose an easier mission. Even if you get fewer points, at least you're safe, right?"

These words sound like a well-intentioned reminder.

However, it precisely struck Yang Xiu's sore spot, evoking memories of his teammates' sacrifice.

He realized that Chongyue was secretly testing the "Soul Team's" recent condition and strength depletion.

The air in that corner of the bar instantly became tense.

Although there are clear rules in Death City that prohibit any fighting, the nearby Elysium players, fearing trouble, kept their distance.

Yang Xiu's fingers tightened slightly around the empty wine glass, but his face remained expressionless.

"I know which path the Soul Team should take. You can get out of my way and don't bother me while I'm drinking."

Chongyue's smile faded slightly:
"You've been in third place long enough. Sometimes working too hard is a mistake, you understand?"

As he spoke, Chongyue brought his face close to Yang Xiu's:
"Making room is good for everyone, don't you think... The monster world is full of dangers, and no one can guarantee that they will always come out unscathed."

These words were undoubtedly a blatant threat.

Chongyue no longer concealed his covetousness for the position of the Soul Squad.

Yang Xiu was not surprised by this.

He naturally understood why Chongyue had come to provoke him.

The team leaderboard in Death City is the focus of competition among all Elysium player teams.

The rankings and honors are not really related; what matters is the actual rewards, which are settled every 72 days.

The higher the ranking, the more points you will receive from that beast Ale.

This is clearly encouraging competition and elimination.

There are essentially two ways to improve your ranking.

The first option is to honestly and diligently explore the monster world, earn more rewards, sacrifice yourself to "A-Le" to exchange for points, and climb up the ranks based on your own strength.

The second method is much simpler and more brutal: eliminate the squads at the front of the line.

Once the teams ahead are eliminated, your team's ranking will naturally rise, allowing you to effortlessly obtain the rewards that originally belonged to others.

In this model, the top-ranked teams will always be chased by the teams behind them.

His Soul Squad is ranked third on the leaderboard.

Chongyue's mountain-crushing team was ranked fourth by them.

It may seem like there's only one place difference, but the settlement rewards for third and fourth place are quite different.

This is also why Chongyue just said, "Choose simpler tasks; although you'll get fewer points, at least they're safer."

It doesn't want the Soul Team to continue occupying third place and wants to take their place.

But it never succeeded.

Therefore, Chongyue's choice is to use the second method.

Eliminate the Soul Squad as soon as possible so that your own Mountain Collapse Squad can be promoted to third place on the list.

The current Soul Squad has become a thorn in Chong Yue's side, an obstacle preventing him from acquiring more resources and becoming stronger.

The blatant conflict of interest put Yang Xiu under unprecedented pressure.

In terms of overall team strength, Chongyue's Mountain Collapse Team is stronger than his Soul Squad.

The Soul Squad follows an absolutely elite route.

Each member was handpicked by him; they were brothers who had proven themselves in countless life-or-death trials and forged deep bonds of friendship.

He was unwilling to bring in new members who only cared about interests and had no emotional connection in order to expand blindly.

This model has both advantages and disadvantages.

The advantage lies in the fact that each member of the team has extremely strong individual combat capabilities and a high degree of teamwork.

They excel at lightning strikes, acting like a sharp dagger in complex environments, capable of piercing the enemy's heart with minimal cost.

The downside is that there are too few people.

In a direct confrontation with a team like the Mountain Collapse Team, which has more than 500 members, the huge difference in numbers would become a fatal weakness.

He was once a member of the Divine Hall Guild, and roamed the Imperial Tomb Mountains.

When facing a direct confrontation, the key is the overall war effort, the thickness of the battle lines, and the ability to sustain firepower and coordinate defense.

The more people there are, the more tactical combinations there are, the higher the margin for error, and the greater the advantage in head-on confrontations.

Having fewer troops means it is difficult to form an effective battle line depth on the front lines, making it easy for the enemy to gradually encircle them by virtue of their numerical advantage.

If a real fight breaks out, the Soul Squad will most likely be no match for the Mountain Collapse Team.

Chongyue saw this as an opportunity and wanted to threaten him into giving up his ranking.

This is also a problem that Yang Xiu has been worried about recently.

He not only had to lead his brothers to complete missions and acquire resources, but also had to be constantly on guard against harassment from other squads.

The threat posed by Chongyue could erupt at any time.

Seemingly feeling that his verbal probing had been sufficient, Chongyue revealed a cruel smile.

He said no more, and in his palm appeared a simple-looking token that shimmered with a dark red light.

He slowly waved the token in front of Yang Xiuheng's eyes, the dark red light reflecting in Yang Xiuheng's calm and unwavering pupils.

"Life Soul, the monster world is vast, yet also small. That's all I have to say."

After speaking, Chongyue gave Yang Xiu a deep look, then glanced at the black snake with a cold face beside him, and let out a cold snort.

He then clenched his fist, gripped the token tightly, and, with his men, turned and disappeared into the dim light and shadow of the bar, vanishing into the crowd.

Yang Xiu's heart sank at that moment.

What he was most worried about happened.

Chongyue and his Mountain Collapse Team, like a venomous snake lurking in the shadows, have already identified the Soul Faction Squad as prey that must be eliminated and are preparing to take action.

He recognized the token; it was called the Team Tracking Token.

After use, it can lock the target team's coordinates in the monster world for a certain period of time.

It requires 12 Bliss Points to redeem.

The issuance of a tracking order is tantamount to a declaration of war.

The meaning of Chongyue is quite obvious.

The next time in the Monster World, he will use this token, along with the space-type items he redeemed from the Blissful Shop, to hunt down the Soul Team.

If they meet again, it will be a life-or-death battle.

Chongyue's threat has gone from words to a concrete countdown.

Yang Xiu stared in the direction Chong Yue had left, said nothing, and after a brief silence, stood up and walked out of the bar.

Black Snake decisively followed, keeping a half-step distance from him, like a loyal shadow.

Leaving the hazy, noisy environment of the bar, the "dark style" of the Death City comes into view.

The blissful players on the street hurried about, each burdened by the pressures of survival, a stark contrast to those inside the bar.

At this moment, the black snake quickened its pace to walk alongside him, turning its head to look at Yang Xiu's profile.

A slightly mischievous smile reappeared on her face:
"Boss, it's alright. They're just a bunch of idiots who rely on their numbers. If we really ran into each other in the monster world, it's hard to say who would hunt whom."

She paused, a confident glint in her purple eyes, and continued:

"Boss, you will definitely lead us to tear them apart, just like we tore apart all the obstacles in our way before."

Black Snake's words were filled with an almost blind trust in him.

Normally, Yang Xiu would feel a touch of warmth because of her kindness.

But at this moment, this unreserved trust felt like a heavy burden on his shoulders.

He glanced at the black snake, forced a smile, and reached out to ruffle her long, pale purple hair.

"Okay, I know. Go back and rest first."

This intimate gesture startled the black snake slightly, then a blush of purple appeared on its face, and it nodded vigorously:

"it is good!"

After the black snake left, Yang Xiu passed through the spatial barrier and returned to his own room.

Leaning against the cold metal door, he slowly slid down to sit on the ground.

I raised my hand and rubbed my cheeks vigorously, trying to dispel the fatigue in my heart.

The room was deathly silent, save for his slightly heavy breathing.

The black snake's trust, his teammates' reliance, Chongyue's threat, the mocking look in his eyes when he sacrificed himself... all these images intertwined and churned in his mind, eventually turning into a torrent that almost overwhelmed him.

The pressure didn't lessen because of Black Snake's comfort; on the contrary, it became even clearer in moments of solitude.

The crisis has already occurred, and every step he takes next could drag those who trust and follow him into an abyss of no return.

"Sigh, I'm probably the worst-performing player..."

Before he could finish speaking, Yang Xiu suddenly froze.

He found himself caught in a habitual way of thinking, wondering how to get through the crisis in the style of a euphoric player.

He's a legitimate player.

They are members of the player race that even the most notorious bullies on Earth must fear.

Faced with a group of "pirated" players who relied on the Elysium system, he was actually afraid and even doubted whether he could lead the team to survive.

Having gotten used to thinking from the perspective of a euphoric player, I almost forgot where my roots lie.

He's not a prisoner trapped in this world; he's one of the "player calamities" who bring freebies to the Elysium.

"Damn, I'm so stupid."

Suddenly realizing what had happened, Yang Xiu perked up immediately.

As a player, when you encounter a problem, you should think about how to cheat.

If we don't open it, how can we live up to our status as players?

At this moment, he brought up his contact list and found a friend he hadn't contacted in a long time.

The above shows that the last message was sent more than half a year ago.

His avatar is a chibi character holding a flag with the words "Shrine" printed on it, with a chibi version of a bully riding below him at high speed.

He clicked on the profile picture and sent a private message to the other person:
"Boss, help! Something terrible has happened, I need your help."

While waiting, the other party sent a reply:

God King: Who are you? We don't know each other, how come you're my friend? I suggest we delete each other (funny.jpg).

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