Immortal I Speedrun Supernatural Game

Chapter 288: Despair is born from hope

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An eyeball as dark red as obsidian rolled to the ground.

It just stared at the book boy intently.

This made the experienced nightmare-level dungeon raider's scalp tingle.

"It can't be wrong...it can't be wrong..."

"This feeling... is [Death]!"

Fortunately, the eyeball not far away does not really exist.

It's just a false presentation that emerged from the "Circus Diaries".

So the pollution that should be there is not shown.

The circus leader walked over to the projection of the eyeball.

His eyes became a little fierce, and even his expression seemed to be slightly gritting his teeth.

"When my brother found this thing, everything changed."

"He told me that my brother and I both derived our abilities from this, and that perhaps we could also destroy this same root, the [Seed of Despair]. He asked me to try to destroy it using the abilities I bestowed upon the performers in the circus."

"This person is always like this. He clearly hates this damn world more than anyone else, and he should wish for those stupid people to disappear forever more than anyone else..."

"But he still held out a shred of hope."

“I don’t think humans should become extinct.”

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Having said that, the head of the group suddenly placed the radio in front of the servant.

He stared at the lines on it with his already numb eyes.

The tone also became a little hurried.

"After I formed the circus, the cities we went to were actually places where my brother had been."

"I know very well that while he claims to want to witness the destruction of the entire world with me, he's actually always secretly giving hope to the cities he arrives in, even if it's just a note with the location of the [Pseudo-Human] disaster written on it, and quietly leaving it in the city lord's mansion."

"Deep down, he always hoped that someone would believe him, even though the note never had any effect."

"No one really believed what he wrote until the apocalypse."

A picture began to emerge in the boy's mind.

He was a young man with tired eyes, standing in the shadow of the city, watching the hustle and bustle of traffic around him.

He has a pair of eyes that can save the city from disaster, but there is only despair in those eyes.

Merchants shouting and singing in the market, children playing and fighting on the street, prostitutes swaying coquettishly in the alleys...

Who are the [fake people] in this city?

Maybe he already knew it.

But because of what happened in childhood.

This has led to him always feeling a certain alienation from humans.

Even though he didn't really want to witness the destruction of everything, he didn't make a big fuss about saving and exposing it.

Full of contradictory psychology, this brother who has experienced many vicissitudes of life.

He chose to scribbled down a note containing the truth.

Quietly placed in front of the most powerful people in the city.

Give this city one last mercy.

If the other party believes it, there is still hope of resistance.

If he doesn't believe it, then he won't care whether it is destroyed or not.

Perhaps it was because Shu Tong had conquered many nightmare-level dungeons.

Understand that the BOSSes in these dungeons often go to extremes in a certain direction, which is why the dungeons are so difficult.

And in the dungeon [Smiling Sanctuary].

The apartment manager who is suspected to be the boss.

He was just the opposite.

There is no absolute good or evil in this person's heart.

He can always experience the despair of victims after a disaster strikes. He knows very well how vulnerable people are in the face of a real disaster. This also makes him always have kindness from the heart towards those who suffer from disasters.

This faint kindness was like a seed of hope lingering deep in his soul, tugging at the hatred and even revenge that should have arisen in his heart after suffering such hopeless treatment.

He was very conflicted and in pain.

When cities fell before my brother.

He felt a similar pleasure as a circus leader in witnessing destruction, but also discovered that no one believed in his loneliness.

Hope and despair were intertwined in him at the same time.

This is an extremely complex BOSS.

Even the book boy had an illusion.

This apartment manager is perhaps more human than most people, including those in reality.

Because he is contradictory enough.

After all, contradiction is the underlying logic of human nature.

"Maybe it was a coincidence, or maybe it really was a gift from God."

"He met a traveler who claimed to be from an ancient country in the East."

"That woman seemed to know something about the [Seed of Despair] and helped my brother quickly grasp some of its power."

[Circus Diary] began to flip through the pages non-stop.

Until the eyeballs in front of the book boy disappeared.

In her place was a blonde woman wearing a smiley face mask.

She was dressed in a black gown, looking as elegant as if she were attending a high-class banquet.

But the exaggerated golden curls are a bit funny.

It seemed incompatible with her temperament.

It's more like a headdress used by clowns for performances.

However, even if only a shadow appears, not even the face can be seen.

This woman's every move still made the book boy feel dry in the mouth.

It was as if she was the embodiment of charm and love in this world.

The servant boy suddenly felt that the situation was a little tricky.

The threat posed to him by the other party was even more serious than that posed by the circus director.

And he smelled a familiar scent from her.

That's the smell of a player.

She is not a copy creature at all!
But a real player!

The strength may be comparable to that of my original body!
When did such a terrifying existence appear among the players?
As the manager of the [Continental Hotel], he is one of the best information dealers among all the Spirit Disaster players.

I don't understand her at all!

"My brother realized a long time ago that I didn't want to help at all, so he and that woman conducted research on the [Seed of Despair] alone."

"In the end, he actually found a way to break the [Seed of Despair]."

"That is through this little gadget."

The circus ringmaster tapped the radio in front of him with his jeweled cane.

An indescribable feeling of suffocation came from it.

The servant boy suddenly found it difficult to breathe.

It felt like a thousand demons were whispering in my mind.

There is no doubt that this is the spiritual pollution from [Death]!

But the strange thing is that this time the spiritual pollution seems to be much weaker than I expected.

In other words, it is not pure.

There was no sense of oppression at all as when I saw the red vertical pupil mark in the past.

At least he didn't collapse right away.

"The two of them built many radios, attaching a certain aura from the [Seed of Despair] to them."

"The woman said just let these radios absorb enough [hope]."

"It can seal or even destroy the [Seed of Despair]."

"But by then, the world had already been nearly completely invaded by the False Humans, and the remaining humans simply couldn't offer enough hope."

"This solution should have been another kind of despair."

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Even the pollution on the radio is not pure.

But the book boy was unable to stand up as he continued to lose his San.

The whole person knelt on one knee and gasped.

Try to stay as sober and rational as possible.

He wanted to hear the captain finish telling the story.

I want to know what that woman’s purpose is!

She approached the apartment manager, definitely not just to study the [Seeds of Despair]!
Because anyone who knows the horror of Death will never want to get close to His presence.

Anyone who does the opposite must be hiding some unspeakable secret!
The leader glanced lightly at the clown who was having a hard time fighting.

Just this one glance was enough for the servant to notice his abnormality.

The circus leader in a gorgeous uniform.

His eyes were becoming increasingly red and strange.

It's just like the mark of death!

"But who would have thought that woman would offer another solution—stealing hope from another world!"

"She said that her homeland in that ancient country has some secret magic."

"It can send things to different worlds." "After all, having received the power of the [Seed of Despair] and witnessed the invasion of monsters like the [Pseudo-Human], brother is naturally not surprised that there are other worlds besides ours."

"So, she activated the secret method and sent the radio to other worlds."

"We can all guess how the radio gained hope! But isn't that a form of despair for the rest of the world? My brother will never be able to look directly into his own heart!"

The servant boy didn't say anything.

He really had no energy left.

But it is also conceivable that what the team leader said is not wrong.

What is hope?

If a person forgets to eat breakfast when going out, his stomach will be growling with hunger when he passes by the street.

The beggar boy who was begging for food nearby happened to have a steamed bun in his broken bowl.

He generously tore off half and handed it to you.

Would this person feel that there is hope?

Of course not, because he just forgot to eat breakfast, not that he couldn’t afford it. This steamed bun was dispensable to him.

Maybe he would even think that the beggar's steamed buns were dirty.

But the same hunger.

Appeared on the beggar who was begging for food.

He was abandoned and became an orphan because of his congenital disability and lack of hands and feet. As a result, the welfare home closed down and he wandered around.

He lived by begging and went hungry twice in three days.

Before sharing the steamed bun with the latter, the beggar had not eaten a single bite of food for two days.

It was so hard to get a steamed bun given by others.

For him, this is the greatest hope!

It’s also a steamed bun.

To some it is an insult, to others it is a hope for survival.

Why is there such a big difference?

Because hope is relative.

Only when there is enough despair can relatively strong hope be born.

Since the radio is tinged with the aura of death, let's send it to another world.

The book boy could guess what would happen with his eyes closed——

The world will be polluted.

Irresistible despair will gradually disintegrate that world.

Yes! I want to give the radio enough hope.

The first thing to do is to let it bring unparalleled despair to other worlds!
In a sense, this approach is tantamount to saving this world by destroying other worlds.

It's just a matter of taking money from one pocket to pay off another.

It may not even be possible to save.

"The funniest thing is that my brother himself would feel very painful about doing this, because he could foresee the disasters in those worlds, hahaha! What a pathetic guy!" The leader's laughter became more and more rampant.

He turned to look at the servant and asked, "Do you know why most people suffer?"

The book boy naturally couldn't answer at this time.

So the leader said to himself:
"Because they can't achieve perfection in either goodness or evil, being stuck between the two is painful. This inner struggle is the root of human depravity."

"Just like my stupid brother."

"I'm tired of watching him suffer."

"So, I helped him."

Flipping through the pages of "Circus Diary".

The servant boy's pupils also began to shrink rapidly.

Because it says -

After the woman gave away most of the radios, I also stole the seeds of despair.

[In this way, the hope for the radio will not reach my brother.]

He sent only despair to other worlds.

I took his hopes and fled.

So, he despaired again.

[Holding the only radio that was not sent out, they created a shelter with some surviving humans]

[As if this could fill the emptiness in his heart]

This shelter is called Apartment 404.

Damn, crazy!
This was the only thought that came to the servant's mind when he looked at the leader.

This can be seen from the diary and the performance of the team leader.

In fact, the person who is truly desperate has always been the team leader himself.

When he was young and ignorant, he was not aware of his own abilities, before he formed the circus.

As the leader of the younger brother's group, he suffered a real misfortune in the small town.

He did nothing.

I just know that everyone has hated me since I was old enough to understand.

It feels like the whole world is against me.

His despair was even greater than his brother's.

Because he also hated his brother who brought this unprovoked disaster.

"I helped him recognize himself!"

"Why should he forgive the world after making me suffer all this?"

"We are falling into the abyss together, and no one can escape alone!"

The leader's voice grew hoarse.

Everything around me began to become distorted.

This strange power made the servant realize that this guy was becoming more and more terrifying.

The breath of death on the radio is becoming more and more pure.

It seemed as if it was gaining more power from the void.

And more despair!

"Since this little gadget can collect [Hope], it can naturally collect [Despair] as well!"

"After tonight, Apartment 404 will be completely conquered by the [Fake People] with my help!"

"I will let that seed flourish amidst everyone's despair!"

"No one can escape from this hell!"

"Of course, that woman is also included."

The team leader walked to the table and chairs and pulled out a box from underneath.

After kicking it open, a set of beautiful golden curls was revealed.

This thing felt somewhat familiar to the book boy.

Then he immediately thought of the hairstyle of the mysterious female player.

This is her hair? That's not right!

This thing looks like a wig!
"I've been escaping with the [Seed of Despair] for all these years. I've traveled all over the place, but I haven't found the ancient kingdom that woman spoke of."

"I finally realized that she didn't just know how to send radios to other worlds."

"She herself is from another world!"

"All that's left is this clown headdress and a note that says, 'Take good care of it, the destined one will come and take it.'"

"What an arrogant woman! I guess someone like her has never known what despair is."

"After this world is completely destroyed, I will use the power of the [Seed of Despair] to go to her world and let her also taste the taste of [Despair]."

"After all, I overheard her conversation with her brother and knew where she was hiding in the other world."

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When the leader said this.

The question mark on the servant boy's head shook politely.

It's as abstract as if someone has asked a puzzled question that has been concretized.

Gentleman Penguin's cheat code has been activated!
The book boy instantly turned into a piece of paper without any thickness.

Torn to pieces by the pressure of the radio.

The team leader's gaze was directed towards the office door.

Obviously, this guy is not dead.

He just couldn't bear the spiritual pollution and found a way to leave.

The torn paper man is just some kind of ability to bear the consequences on his behalf.

The captain didn't care at all about the servant's escape.

After all, in his opinion, there is no point in escaping to anywhere in this world.

After all, all that is left is despair.

Now he just wanted to finish it quickly, find that woman, and "thank" her in person.

After all, if she hadn't appeared.

My brother would not have such strong hopes.

"Humph! Pluto Research Institute!"

"You're hiding here, right?"

"I'll come to you soon..."

(End of this chapter)