Doomsday survival game? I became a boss by picking up trash

Chapter 239

Song Yu was genuinely surprised by their arrival; they were actually willing to leave the inland.

It wasn't that Song Yu was being sarcastic, but if they had been willing to leave sooner, things wouldn't have turned out this way.

But you can't really blame them.

"What are you looking for me for?"

Song Yu asked bluntly.

Before Song Yu arrived, Tang Hong and the others had already thoroughly observed her island.

Compared to the situation inland, Song Yu's place was practically paradise on earth.

Farms, pastures, gardens, forests, lakes—everything you could want.

When they arrived, Song Yu was swinging on a swing and fishing on the lake, hoping that only those who were willing would take the bait.

"Want some grilled fish?"

Song Yu, carrying several fish, wasn't angry at not hearing their reply; instead, she asked again.

"No need, that would be too much trouble for you."

One player was flattered and quickly waved his hand.

"It's no trouble, and I'm not the one who baked it."

Song Yu handed the fish to the intelligent machine that had been waiting by the lake and wiped his hands.

"What exactly do you want from me?"

The vines on the big tree by the lake grew rapidly, climbing down the tree and weaving into a very beautiful vine chair.

Song Yu sat down and told Tang Hong and the others not to be shy.

Soon a pot of tea and some snacks were served. Song Yu hadn't seen anyone for quite a while.

I miss it a little.

Seeing the rattan chair that suddenly appeared, the group of players couldn't help but have a clearer understanding of Song Yu's strength.

Song Yu has actually awakened his wood-type ability again.

This person is truly terrifying.

"We've come to ask for your help, and in exchange, we'll give you the items you want."

Chu Lang said bluntly.

They had already gone to see the emotional monster in Bai Tu City that Song Yu mentioned.

He is indeed a very terrifying guy.

Even before they were born, they were almost captivated by the aura emanating from the egg, unable to leave Bai Tu City.

"What's the deal?"

Song Yu asked casually.

“Kill the emotional monsters born from us.”

One player said eagerly.

"..."

Song Yu held her teacup and blinked slowly. She couldn't have misheard, could she?

"You're dreaming."

She said it bluntly.

"Putting aside the fact that player intervention would worsen the apocalypse, why don't you consider whether I can kill those emotional monsters?"

Killing is certainly possible, but Song Yu will inevitably pay a heavy price.

The Emotion Monster is different from all the monsters she has encountered before. The only thing that might be similar is the Snail People that Sister Kidney encountered.

They target the dark side of the human heart, triggering people's deepest fears.

Even Song Yu isn't good at dealing with this.

Didn't you see her hiding on the island, hiding behind that egg, and refusing to go back?

"You're so much stronger than us, yet you still couldn't kill them?"

Chu Lang frowned slightly.

Song Yu sighed and rubbed his forehead in exasperation. Ever since the apocalypse arrived, the IQs of these players in the national team had also dropped.

As expected, her decision to stay away from that egg was absolutely correct.

"It's not a question of whether or not to kill them. If I kill one, won't a second one appear?"

"Emotional monsters are born from humans; they are products of the human heart and the activity of the human brain."

"The Emotion Monster will not be eliminated unless all of humanity dies."

"For every one I kill, a stronger one will be born."

"You can choose to die willingly."

"Who knows, those emotional monsters might just disappear."

Song Yu said this without any sense of the pain of being standing.

She picked up a piece of pastry and ate it with relish; the machine's cooking skills were truly excellent.

Song Yu's words were a bit harsh, but they were all true.

“Since you’re no longer inland, why don’t you just take over an island nearby and stay there?” “If you’re far from the inland, those emotional monsters won’t continue to grow stronger.”

Song Yu sincerely suggested.

Actually, she quite enjoyed watching these people struggle and be unable to make a decision, since she didn't care and would stay out of it.

The more indecisive they are, the more tragic it is for the ordinary humans they protect.

She really is a villain.

Song Yu sighed.

She picked up another piece of fruit and ate it; it was a freshly picked strawberry from her island farm, a giant strawberry from another world, sweet and delicious.

Hearing Song Yu's words, Tang Hong and Chu Lang smiled bitterly. They all knew what Song Yu meant and understood the current situation.

Unlike Song Yu, whose grandmother became an NPC and was protected by the system, their family members and friends are still struggling and sinking in hell.

How could they possibly let it go?

The nation, family, and people weighed on them like mountains.

"..."

Are there any islands left?

One of the players suddenly spoke up, and Song Yu could see the struggle in her eyes.

But as Song Yu said, one must make a decisive decision.

She could never sever her ties with family and relatives, and in the end, all they would do was die together.

Why not give up now?

"There are islands 800 nautical miles to the east, which would be perfect for you."

"However, there are quite a few monsters on that island, and quite a few monsters in the sea as well. You'll have to spend time cleaning them up."

Song Yu had investigated the situation in the vicinity very well. Sang Ning and Xin Jia lived nearby, and Shen Jie's whereabouts were unknown. However, Song Yu also reserved an island for Xiao Hei.

Children need their own space as they grow up.

With such a player taking the lead, some of the other players who came with Tang Hong also chose to give up.

There are a few who remain steadfast, or rather, indecisive.

"Song Yu, if it were you, and if your grandmother weren't an NPC, what would you choose?"

Tang Hong remained silent for a long time before asking in anguish.

"I won't choose... Grandma will choose for me."

Looking at the shimmering lake, Song Yu thought to herself, if her grandmother weren't an NPC, she would never have wanted to be a burden to her and Xiao Hei.

That's why she and Xiao Hei have been trying so hard to make their grandmother stronger so that she could have the identity of a player NPC.

Only in this way will Grandma have more choices.

She would always be willing to communicate with Tang Hong and the others, partly because she wanted to watch the excitement, but also partly because of her grandmother.

Just like Tang Hong asked, if her grandmother weren't an NPC, she would probably continue to struggle and sink into despair.

These kinds of things are always easier said than done.

"What are you talking about?"

Sister Shen appeared and disappeared without a trace, then suddenly spoke.

Song Yu turned around and saw that Sang Ning and Xin Jia had also arrived.

They probably just came back from the dungeon and have rested enough.

"They're still struggling with the issue of the emotional monster."

Song Yu shrugged.

"Are you still hesitating?"

Sister Shen picked up an apple and took a bite. She had just returned from a dungeon raid and felt refreshed.

"Not everyone is like us, without any relatives or friends."

Xin Jia spoke a fair word.

She originally had relatives and friends.

But when it comes to doing big things, Xin Jia gave Sister Shen a harmless smile.

Sister Shen clicked her tongue; she was getting increasingly annoyed with Xin Jia lately.

Song Yu and Xiao Hei are still the cutest.

"Are you staying for dinner tonight?"

Song Yu asked.

"Okay, do more. I'm dying of boredom in the dungeon."

Sister Shen readily agreed.

"Little Blackie."

"Taking a break."

Song Yu called over the menu from the Intelligent Machine Records, and the group began to discuss it with great interest.

While the group was discussing what to have for dinner, Tang Hong, Chu Lang, and the others were still struggling.

People's joys and sorrows are indeed not shared.