Chapter 222: Reality

The audience gathered under the King's screen in the central hall, but soon the playback of the screen ended.

Unable to hold back their excitement the crowd chanted.

"Go to the exit to meet President Bai who has passed the game!"

So the people headed for the exit again with great fanfare.

The normally well-functioning exit was now filled with people, not only members who had come to greet Bai Liu, but also those who had come to join the fun and even other guilds to find out about Bai Liu.

It's a good thing that everyone here is divided by dimensions, otherwise there could easily be a stampede in such a dense crowd.

As far as the eye can see, the boarding gate is bustling with people, almost everyone is trying to stretch their necks to get the first glimpse of Bai Liu coming out of the exit.

Bai Liu walked out of the exit in such a crowded environment.

There were so many players coming and going from the boarding gate, but the moment Bai Liu stepped out of the gate, anyone who set eyes on this side of the street easily recognised the man in a plain white shirt, suit trousers and an eerily calm demeanour.

"- it's Bai Liu!!!"

"He really got out of the Level 3 game through and through!!!"

The crowd, which had been restrained enough to leave an aisle, was instantly surrounded by these two voices, forming an impermeable semicircle, everyone wanting to see for themselves at close range the man who had fallen into no man's land and still managed to reach the top of the King's List.

But it was the members brought by Muke and Mu Sicheng who forced another lane to open up, distancing the men from Bai Liu.

Bai Liu was followed by Tang Erda and Liu Jiayi, who had followed him out of the boarding gate, and Muke and Mu Sicheng, who had breathed a sigh of relief, in front of him.

Amidst the cheers, leaps and screams of the crowd, there was a man lying on the ground, covered in blood, whose half-closed gaze caught sight of Bai Liu, walking in the centre, whispering something to Tang Erda next to him, through the shadows of the numerous scurrying legs and feet.

Bai Liu stands in the middle of the crowd, overshadowed by everyone, yet at the centre of it all.

But he knew that all it took was a simple glance from Bai Liu to silence those who were so crazy about him, and to obey his next command.

--He had dreamed of this scene three thousand seven hundred and forty-one times.

His apple-green eyes reflect in motion Bai Liu, separated by countless shadows, and the people around him - Tang Erda, standing behind Bai Liu's left shoulder, Liu Jiayi, who is less than the height of Bai Liu's waist, Muke, who can't hold back his tears when he gets close to Bai Liu, and Mu Sicheng, who has his elbow up on Bai Liu's right shoulder with a big grin. Muke, and Mu Sicheng, who has his elbow up on Bai Liu's right shoulder with a big grin.

--In this case, the person who was closest to Bai Liu in the dream was him.

He would always stand sixteen inches behind Bai six, a protective position from which he could attack everyone but Bai six, and he would stand there waiting for Bai six to turn around and reach out and pat him on the head, spine or shoulder and say to him with a smile, " Daniel, good job."

As Bai Liu came the closest to him in a straight line, he suddenly moved.

Daniel moved his injured limbs across the soles of the men's feet and was trampled on by them, but he didn't seem to mind this at all, only his eyes looked straight into Bai Liu's face and doggedly, inch by inch, he crawled forward, dragging a long bloody trail across the ground.

He had finally reached the place where he had been before - he was now sixteen inches from Bai Liu.

Daniel doesn't move, he's quiet, making no sound at all, trampled underfoot by the crowd, his upper limbs propped hard on his two small, bony, trembling arms, like an animal cub hiding in the grass after learning to hunt injured for the first time.

He raised his head slightly, prostrate at the feet of all, looking up at Bai six through the gaps in the dense crowd, the faint light falling into his eyes, the blood dripping down his jaw, drop by drop, onto the backs of his shaking hands.

Daniel was waiting for the man to turn back to him - and he would turn back.

Bai six always turns his head to confirm his presence every time the game leaves the boarding exit, and if he is not there, Bai six will not leave and will wait until he appears.

[Daniel is my most important child].

-- Bai six always said this with a loose, as if to tease him with a smile.

Bai Liu came to an abrupt halt in that position, and Daniel looked up with halting breath, from the bottom up, a circle of light falling over his head, Bai Liu's face as emotionless as a god after a game as horrific as his.

-- just like in his dream.

Bai Liu turned around with that smile that Daniel could draw with his eyes closed, clapped his hand on Muke's head and laughed softly, "Why are you crying, you did a good job, Muke."

His gods, in the presence of him who was suffering, bestowed blessings on other children.

--simply because that child was crying with happiness.

Muke was fine, but after being comforted by Bai Liu, he was about to have a heart attack.

Bai Liu never wastes time dealing with Muke, he simply gives the order, "Stop, there's something to do."

Muke's tears stopped at the sound and he looked tearfully at Bai Liu, trying to look like he was doing his job: "...... What's up?"

While they were talking about their business, an extremely small [padre (father)] came out as a bloody, several knuckle-tearing hand suddenly reached out from the crowd and grabbed Bai Liu's ankle from behind Muke's back, trying to stop Bai Liu from leaving.

Startled, Muke subconsciously stepped forward and blocked the path of the hand touching Bai Liu.

The hand is kicked away by Muke and falls helplessly to the ground, as if it were the last of his strength, whereupon it is quickly wrapped up in the incoming crowd and disappears again.

"What's wrong?" Bai Liu turned back to Muke.

"Nothing ...... looks like someone is playing a prank." Muke turned his head back suspiciously as he tried to look through the dense crowd to find the person who had just reached out.

Bai Liu has offended a lot of people this time, and there are a few guilds that want to target him, but it's just too strange to do it inside a game lobby - players can't attack each other inside the lobby, and a bloody hand like that is too much of a horror game prop.

So Muke thought it would be a prank to annoy Bai Liu.

But Muke still wanted to find out who the person was, but after searching twice he couldn't identify the person on one hand, so he gave up and turned to Bai Liu: "...... What was it you wanted to talk to me about?"

The moment Muke turned around, Bai Liu's eyes were completely blocked by Muke's leaning shoulder, and it was impossible to look at the crowd cheering him on and beneath it.

They will not know that at the bottom of these crowds, where the light does not shine at all, there are bloodstained green eyes, watching reluctantly, madly, never waveringly, Bai Liu's back as if he were walking away.

--watching everyone standing around Bai Liu, saved by him and bestowed with grace.

" Muke, do you remember the address of the factory under investigation?" Bai Liu looked at Xiang Muke and said, "That factory is about to explode, we need to log out quickly and get there."

Everyone was confused for a moment.

Tang Erda looked at Bai Liu even more incredulously, "- are you going to blow up the factory?!"

His consciousness was still at the level where Su Yang had told him that Bai Liu had blown up the factory, so Tang Erda, who was following Bai Liu, was not worried about the factory exploding - he thought that if he kept an eye on Bai Liu, the explosion at the factory that would have been caused by Bai Liu would not He thought that as long as he kept an eye on Bai Liu, the explosion at the factory that would have been caused by Bai Liu would not happen.

"I didn't blow up the factory, if I'm not mistaken, that would be part of the game's inherent process of logging into reality -" Bai Liu spoke very quickly, "- -was the generation of factory directors at the Rose Factory who started the explosion."

After explaining, Bai Liu didn't care whether Tang Erda believed him or not, and looked straight at Xiang Muke.

After a brief moment of shock, Muke quickly caught up with Bai Liu's thoughts and after a quick search of his mind, he replied with certainty, "I remember the address of the factory."

"Okay, now check the closest logout location to the factory for any of us." Bai Liu looked around him at the circle of people, "Has anyone logged in or out of the game near there? A car is best."

Everyone looks serious as they lower their heads to check their login address.

Tang Erda looked a little unsteady and Bai Liu patted him on the shoulder and said calmly, "Relax, whatever happens, I have a solution."

Whenever these words came out of Bai Liu's mouth, Tang Erda would shudder, but now when they came out of Bai Liu's mouth - they were surprisingly reassuring.

Tang Erda exhales a foul breath and settles down, his eyes quickly checking his logout position.

"I have a boarding place only 5km from that place." Mu Sicheng raised his hand quickly, "I've rented a flat just off campus here, I have my car here but it only carries two people at most, we'd better get a different ......" what car.

Bai Liu quickly interrupted Mu Sicheng: "Two people is fine, what kind of car? Is it fast enough?"

Mu Sicheng twitched the corner of his mouth, "...... fast enough to be a heavy-duty motorbike."

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At four in the morning, the streets of the neighbouring suburbs are silent.

It was obviously a nuisance to drive a motorbike with a roaring engine through such a quiet and peaceful street, but it was clear that the two men in the car couldn't care less about that right now.

Instead of sitting down, Bai Liu in the back of the car arches his back and attaches himself to Mu Sicheng, who sits in front of him without a helmet, his hands gripping Mu Sicheng's waist, his white shirt bulging from the night breeze.

Any traffic cop who saw these two driving in the same position would have had to shrilly blow the whistle.

"...... told you this motorbike is my own, I don't usually carry people, it's a single-seater." Mu Sicheng, wearing a huge helmet, gripped the handlebars of the bike and took control of the direction to prevent Bai Liu from being thrown off the back.

He complained inexorably, "There's only one helmet and you have to fucking come up here! And I have to drive at full speed!"

"Four hundred plus at full speed! You can get your brains smeared all over the place if you get thrown off!"

"I trust you won't let me die like this." Bai Liu gave the order without the slightest panic, he scanned the time on Mu Sicheng's wheel and calmly gave the order, "Go full speed or it will be too late to stop the game from landing."

"Fuck!" Mu Sicheng cursed and clenched his hand in twice as the motorbike's engine gave a loud roar of impending propulsion, "Hold on tight, if you get thrown out of the fucking car, I'll be fully responsible for you at the traffic police!"