Chapter 485 This life is full of ups and downs

He walked to the river and broke off a piece of green grass. The broken blade curled up and twisted in his palm.

He clenched his fist hard and felt that what he was holding was not a blade of grass, but a madly beating green blood vessel.

The blood of unknown color in the blood vessels was being squeezed and trembling, trembling like a human heartbeat.

The crushed grass struggled to squeeze out through his fingers. He pinched off the extended part of the grass stem and twisted it between his index finger and thumb until there was no more change.

This experience is quite novel.

This was not a living thing, but he felt like killing it.

This city, together with the volcano, the big bird on the volcano, the moon in the sky, and the green moon that fell into the water, form a huge living organism.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but shudder. No wonder there are so many side effects and a 1‰ mortality rate.

If it were an ordinary person, seeing the wild and rapid growth of the grass, he would probably have been scared and ran away, right?
However, he really liked the atmosphere here and was able to adapt to it. Although it was depressing, thrilling, exciting, and cold, there seemed to be something here that attracted him.

That face seemed like a familiar lover, looking at him from afar. He believed that this was not an illusion.

The green grass and trees by the river gradually calmed down, the white moon hanging in the sky was still bright and clear, and the water surface had long since returned to silence.

He turned and walked deeper into the city, seeing endless skyscrapers and the prosperity of the city. He shouldn't be the only one here.

Even if you stay up all night, you have to see someone.

What a coincidence, when I was about to quit, the moon turned green and the grass and trees started to grow.

This needs to be verified carefully.

When you are undecided, stay up all night first.

The display interface appears, today's online time jumps a bit, resets to zero, and starts counting again.

Yesterday is gone.

He thought about completing today's work hours. If he saw any unusual changes in half an hour, he would work overtime. If he saw no unusual changes, he would quit.

It sounds unseemly to stand guard next to a trash can for a night, but in order to verify the hypothesis in my heart, I have to do this unseemly thing.

This time it's not just a matter of not seeing a living person.

I stared at the water for a while but didn't see any live fish.

I stood by the trash can and didn't see any stray cats.

There are no birds in the trees.

There are no mosquitoes in this season.

The cold wind blew from the river bank to the street, and the clothes placed by others swayed like floats in the water, cutting the bright white lights into pieces, sometimes casting them farther away, and sometimes completely blocking them, leaving only a blur.

Half an hour later, the familiar interface appears again. You can exit.

It’s a familiar process again.

This time, he felt something on his arm and slapped it. Oh, it was a mosquito. Great.

It’s really worth it that such a huge mosquito can be found in this small city!

When the wings were spread, they were a full four centimeters long. It was so fucking scary, like being in the bushes in the suburbs.

Since there is a first one, there must be a second one, right?
Not necessarily.

If there is a second one, there should be some living thing for it to suck blood, right?
Shouldn't.

After slapping a big mosquito to death, he saw some movement.

A simple bus stop appeared on the roadside.

Roof, trash can, route signs.

There are two benches, one wide and one narrow.

There are still two things missing.

The bus. The people waiting for the bus.

Maybe there's just one thing missing.

This train is not for "people".

Suddenly, a whirlwind blew the dust on the ground into a circle, as if it was someone's Qingming Festival.

The limbs of the big mosquito were blown far away by the wind, and then they swayed and fell into the grass and could no longer be seen.

Business as usual.

Not surprising at all.

The wind blew away the dead mosquitoes. This was not an uncommon occurrence.

Like a dying bird clinging to a branch, it falls to the ground after it dies. Its body is partially eaten by other animals, and the remains left behind feed insects, slowly turning into soil, or being blown far away by the wind.

Ecology.

natural.

cycle.

He already knew the original appearance of the city.

This place belongs to only one person.

This person only reserved one creature in this city.

And he just killed the creature.

It's quite impolite.

He sat down on the wide chair, watching the moon sink, and estimated that it would be dawn soon. He opened the interface and saw that he had been online for 4 hours and 24 minutes.

If I stay up a little longer, it will really become an all-nighter.

I have to go to class in the morning.

Slip away, slip away.

Something grabbed him again.

A bus roared towards him with its high beams on. For a moment, he thought it was a train. How could it stop in front of the platform? It was not easy.

As the saying goes, now that we are here, what about?
The car stopped, the door opened, and there was no driver inside.

"Hey, no need to hide. You are the one who controls this ecosystem. Do you really want me to spend the whole night here?"

The sound of concrete pillars collapsing could be heard in the distance, and these huge buildings made a loud rumbling sound when they hit the ground.

The shattered cement debris reassembled and slowly crawled out of the deep pit created by the cement pillar, leaving a series of gray-white tracks on the ground.

Cement, soil, metal, engraved into each other.

This is an invisible prospect.

The distant sounds that can be heard are vast and majestic.

He felt as if his brain was being washed by infrasound, and he couldn't help but feel panic. Although humans cannot hear infrasound, the feeling of oppression always exists.

Those sounds seemed to be cut out from a horror movie. There might be a ghost scream in the next moment, but before the next moment came, he had already heard too many mixed cries of the dead.

Like the spinning gears of fate hitting the stone, slowly reflecting the shape of time. The sound waves of the cry were recorded by the trees, forming rings of natural disasters.

In short, it sounds terrible.

The white moon in the sky flashed, emitting a bright and hot light, like the sun.

The nearly 100-meter-tall concrete monster dragged its heavy body and proudly moved along the sunken road surface.

He guessed that this should be the owner of the city. What a majestic figure. It would be no problem for him to slap an Ultraman away.

The concrete monster was getting closer and closer to him, and the vibration of the ground under his feet was becoming more and more obvious.

He gradually saw the giant's full appearance: gray skin, thin body, fierce face and evil posture.

What is this thing? Whose driver is so powerful? What is the intention of this weirdo who came across the ruins?

The more he thought about it, the more horrified he felt. He called up the display interface and glanced at the time to temporarily divert his attention and relieve some of the stress.

4 hours and 40 minutes.

I usually get up at 6:20 in the morning and have to be at school at 7:00. It seems like I’m destined not to have a good sleep today.

The blocks, houses, buildings, roads, foundations and other things that seemed solid were turned into ruins. The sounds of breaking, collapsing, falling and impacting mixed together, and he vaguely heard four words.

"I am dead."

This is serious.

This is?

The cement giant's last words?
This game world doesn't feel like a game at all.

Thousands of words finally condensed into this sentence. The white moon, green grass, rivers, bricks, steel bars... were all listening to this last word, and then conveying it in their own ways.

A sense of horror enveloped the earth. Beyond the human world, between the stars, death itself was present. All things had nowhere to escape and could only repeat those inexplicable last words over and over again.

He seemed to see the figures hidden in the ruins, entangled and struggling, roaring and chanting behind the scroll of destruction, fighting against the dead language that did not belong to them.

(End of this chapter)