Chapter 393: How to own five buildings

[System Alert: Player Yuan Guang has equipped "Monster Book: The Painter Who Hates Himself" identity].

The fog spreads from Yuan Guang's feet as he runs, hissing and crying, the art knife in his hand turning into a pixelated brush and slashing hard at those who are falling.

[System Alert: Player Yuan Guang uses the Identity skill (Layer Drawing)]

"Stay alive!!!"

"There is hope only if you live!!!"

A pixelated grey layer, invisible to the naked eye, catches all those falling beneath it, and all the dazed fallers fall and bounce on this strange, cottony layer, before landing firmly on the ground.

There were no casualties.

Realising this, Yuan Guang sat dumbfounded on the ground, then the next moment he rushed forward with his head down, grabbed one of the men by the collar and punched him in the face without hesitation.

With tears streaming down his face, he beat up the surviving NPC while shouting, "Why did you have to die! Ah!"

"You have nothing left if you die!"

Yuan Guang burst into tears as he choked out, "You're dead, but we're still alive, we'll be so sad and upset."

"Because you're not there anymore ......"

Year after year, the rituals of those who had died, but Yuan Guang never despaired because he knew that everyone left was trying to hold on until the day they couldn't, and then said to him apologetically, Little Yuan, I can't hold on any longer.

They are not really going to die, they just can't take it anymore, they need to rest, they die in hope.

[Little Yuan, I'll take a break and wait until you win before bringing me back!

[Eh, I'm not too good either, I'm so tired, you guys go first, pop a resurrection armor for me then!

[President Yuan, you're up next!

Uncle Wang knelt in front of him and slowly lifted his head, a smile appeared on his tear-stained face as he patted Yuan Guang's shoulder, "Why do you feel like crying? Why are you crying? Don't cry."

"I'm just going to take a break in our cemetery building for a while, and I know with Little Yuan around, one day-"

"Everyone will come out of the cemetery."

"Those of us who got tired midway through the day just temporarily deposited our deaths there, slept there, and then the next day, when the sun came up and the sun shone on our neighbourhood, we old misfits woke up!"

As each person died in the game and was pulled down from the edge of the building in reality, they turned their heads to Yuan Guang who was standing far away, no tears, no crying, no despair on their faces, but a trusting smile waving at Yuan Guang.

"Goodbye, Little Yuan."

[We believe Little Yuan will carry us to victory one day].

[It's hard for Little Yuan to keep our deaths for now.

There were still people jumping down from the building, and Yuan Guang looked up and watched in slow motion as he and Shi Qian ran up, gritting their teeth and swinging their brushes, hot tears flowing wildly.

"No dying!!!" He roared in a hoarse, shaky voice, "No dying in this despair!!!"

"Hang in there!!!"

Everything in front of me began to blur.

Yuan Guang remembers the first time they entered the league, when they were all still, meditating around the registration screen of the system panel to find a name for the team.

Someone jokingly said that our obscure guild might as well be called a cemetery, right?

After gaining the unanimous approval of everyone who laughed, someone else asked what the cemetery was called.

Uncle Wang scratched his head and turned to him, " Little Yuan, what do you think of Sunshine Cemetery?"

"...... is too corny uncle." Without waiting for Yuan Guang to reply, someone else already spat out.

"Sunshine does seem a bit rustic and not quite what's that, hipster isn't it?" Uncle Wang pondered slightly for a second or two and asked seriously, "Wouldn't it be better for the battle team to have a sharper name ......"

Uncle Wang looked at Yuan Guang: " Little Yuan, do you know what is the form of light that exists that is more aggressive than sunlight?"

Yuan Guang was stunned: "...... lasers?"

"Laser cemeteries are also a bit weird ......" Uncle Wang gets caught up in a whirlwind of thought.

Someone next to me suggested, "What's the English word for laser?"

Yuan Guang slowly recalled the word and said it, "Laser."

"La-Seer?" Uncle Wang repeated Yuan Guang's words sluggishly with an accent and he burst out laughing, "That's a good one, that's a cool name! That's it!"

Yuan Guang ran through the night as people fell, layers upon layers spread out above his head, his teeth clenched against the weight of everyone falling from the layers, pushing so hard that the veins on his neck bruised, but still not backing up a single inch.

His eyes looked at a certain point in the air and he cried out in a voice that tore at his heart, as if his chest and soul were speaking simultaneously from Yuan Guang's thin body.

"Lasers are the most offensive form of light in existence!"

"We, as long as we live and exist, will never lose to the sun!!!"

Ornamental pool.

The people of Russell Cemetery were staring at Yuan Guang on the big screen, sweat and tears mingling together, and they knew that Yuan Guang's words had just been shouted at them.

They slowly stood up, and someone took a deep breath and held up a loudspeaker and hissed at Yuan Guang on the big screen.

" Russell Cemetery, a sure win!"

" Russell Cemetery, first!"

"Go President!"

"We believe in the President!!!"

"We'll try to hang on until the last second!"

They hissed until the muscles in their faces trembled, as if they wished their voices could reach Yuan Guang through the barrier of the screen and join him in holding up those heavy layers.

"That's a first for me to see a tactician in a game, cheering for members who can't even hear them." Charles, sitting on the sidelines, propped up his jaw and surveyed the proceedings with amusement, "But it's also the first time I've seen one in the viewing pool, cheering on a member who can't even hear them."

" Russell Cemetery, The Magical Guild."

Wang Shun watched with mixed feelings as all the members stood up to cheer Yuan Guang on the other side of the room, and then glanced at the data reported on the system panel.

...... Russell's betting pool support is rising at a rate that is still falling.

The audience is very realistic, being at a disadvantage is being at a disadvantage and it doesn't change because of how many people are struggling with it, the audience never sympathises with the underdog.

But ...... Wang Shun took another look at the members of Russell Cemetery who were roaring with rage.

Nor do they struggle for the sympathy of others.

Even if reality is crumbling, even if the game is not in their favour, they are not struggling in their plight to please others and become stars, they are just ordinary people trying to survive.

--They struggle and suffer to live for themselves and for the "people" who put their hopes in them and live in the cemetery.

Shi Qian stepped forward and held Yuan Guang against the layer with his shoulder. Yuan Guang's legs weakened and he almost fell to his knees before Shi Qian, who was holding the layer against his teeth, helped him up.

"It will be fine."

"It will all pass."

"One day ......" Yuan Guang, his face covered in mud and his hands covered in cuts, hugged the young man who had jumped down after seeing the moon, tilted his head, took a deep breath and let it out again slowly, "Even if for a while we live in the cemetery, but one day we will live to see the sun shine in."

The man leaned on Yuan Guang's shoulder and slowly, dazedly, hugged Yuan Guang back, tears flowing senselessly: "Really?"

Yuan Guang closed his eyes and he held the man close: "Really."

"I, and all my friends, believed in this prophecy in this way."