Chapter 1306 - 424: When an Investigator with Excessive Spirit Vision Gazes upon an Elder God

Chapter 1306: Chapter 424: When an Investigator with Excessive Spirit Vision Gazes upon an Elder God

Good news: This world has not seen the emergence of useless leftists, nor does it have diversity, freedom, anti-intellectualism, or female boxers. There is no need to worry about your child being coaxed at school into cutting themselves.

Bad news: The entire world is racing down the road of a rightward shift, showing no signs of braking, with terrorism looming over the entire world.

The relationship between people is beginning to grow indifferent, the most basic unit structure of society [family] is disintegrating and disappearing, transforming into socialized upbringing.

The next generation growing up in such a society is indifferent to each other, passing by the dead without a change in expression.

Kinship, friendship, love, compassion, empathy... these most precious human traits are retreating, restrained, and finally disappearing under the collective crush of society.

Only a shell remains, constantly pursuing profit without stopping.

West Fire Grass sees not a shred of the positive emotions that humans should have in these drug dealers.

After discussing the contract, they immediately begin to revel, with demons singing loudly in Hell.

General Teis gives a revolver to those seven or eight-year-old children suffering from drug addiction, letting them play Russian roulette, and whoever survives gets a dose of drugs.

The Queen pours a bathtub full of a virgin’s blood to soak in, emulating that legendary European lady.

A nightmare holds a silver crucifix in one hand, heating it on a fire rack, and brands it onto the children’s bodies, while in the other hand, flips through the Bible, reciting it devoutly, as if... the children’s screams sound like hymns in his ear.

West Fire Grass thinks that if there is a God in this world, then God should immediately send down heavenly fire to incinerate this world.

If He exists but does not do so,

then it means this God deserves to die too.

He has heard about the AI turmoil that happened in Night City before, and although West Fire Grass does not know who this Blue Eyes AI is, at this moment... he actually resonates with the other party.

Perhaps the other party had experienced things similar to or even more despairing than he has, so had no choice but to choose this path.

West Fire Grass doesn’t know how he eventually left that place, as the sensation of hypergravity caused by the vehicle’s acceleration gave him a surreal feeling of escaping Hell.

On the way home, no matter what Ricardo said or what topic he raised, West Fire Grass remained silent, not uttering a word.

This was the self-protection mechanism of the human brain coming into effect.

Until he stumbled back to the villa, closed the door, and in the vast and cold room, there was only West Fire Grass left.

He didn’t speak, appearing calm and composed.

Just quietly took off his coat, hung it on the clothes rack, and steadily walked to the bedroom bedside, lying down.

As if nothing ever happened.

Closing his eyes, his vision plunged into darkness.

When he opened his eyes again, he took off his helmet and crawled off the bed with a stagger.

The guard beside hadn’t noticed the abnormal expression on West Fire Grass’s face when West Fire Grass already grabbed the chair and smashed it hard against the wall.

With a loud bang, it startled the guard.

Originally composed in the game, West Fire Grass was now roaring madly.

"Damn it!!!"

"I am going to kill you bastards, I swear I will absolutely destroy you!!!!!!"

His eyes were bloodshot, face like a demon, as if having an irreconcilable blood feud with the chair, wishing to devour the opponent alive.

Upon realizing something was wrong, the guard hurriedly called for support through the intercom.

[0013 calling for support, Li Xiaowei is having an abnormal situation]

After shouting, he dashed forward, firmly holding West Fire Grass back on the bed without letting go.

West Fire Grass struggled like a fish dragged ashore, continually letting out a hysterical roar.

"Ah!!! Ah!!!!!"

He couldn’t understand why humans could be so cruel.

Having grown up in a stable social environment, received nine years of compulsory education, although not rich, at least in a family environment on the rise.

No matter how he parodied, acted crazy, or vented X repression online, West Fire Grass in reality was still a normal person.

But at this moment West Fire Grass felt his worldview was being mightily challenged.

If it weren’t known to be a game, if it weren’t for knowing he still had more important tasks, if he hadn’t had a gun at that time, if not for...

As he shouted, West Fire Grass’s voice gradually lowered, turning from roaring to crying, crying like a child.

"Sob... I can’t save them... I can’t save them..."

The guard had no idea what West Fire Grass encountered in the game to make him lose his composure like this, and could only comfort him.

"It’s okay, you’ve already come out, those are all fake, just fake, just a game..."

"No... you don’t know..."

West Fire Grass’s trembling cries were full of helplessness.

"I watched them die, such small children, just the same age as my neighbor’s daughter."

When you see a corpse, you feel nauseous.

When you think about the shattered family behind this corpse, you sigh a few times inwardly.

When you see a child who should be in kindergarten or primary school in front of you, having to point a revolver at their own head and pull the trigger due to drug addiction.

When the scalding blood splattered onto your face, you felt as if the world was coming to an end.

West Fire Grass was that investigator whose sanity value hit zero due to staring directly at ancient gods, having too high a clairvoyance.

He wasn’t the kind of person with strong psychological resilience, and suddenly accepting this overload of psychological pressure without exposing himself under the opponent’s surveillance and holding on until he closed his eyes in bed was already extraordinary performance.

Half a minute later, the door to West Fire Grass’s dormitory was pushed open, and a large crowd of people rushed in.

The leading middle-aged man paused when he saw West Fire Grass crying like a tearful mess, then listened carefully to his complaints, and understood slightly in his mind.

"Take him to the military psychologist for treatment, and also."

He looked at the soldier who had released West Fire Grass, speaking solemnly.

"Xiao Wang, get Yang Song out of the game and explain to me what’s happening here."

"Yes!"

Soon, the Killer Demon was brought out of the game, and the two stood in front of the middle-aged man with bowed heads.

After the soldier finished recounting the events, the Killer Demon slowly spoke.

"At that time, Ricardo invited him to visit the Royal Castle District. According to his final message, most of Cuba’s upper echelons were gathered there. Concerned that reporting to me would be distracting and detected, he didn’t contact me after going in. He might have seen something down there that challenged his worldview.

This is my fault for not considering it thoroughly, which led to my comrade being hurt."

The Killer Demon was blinded by the player’s usual fearless nature on the battlefield, forgetting that someone like West Fire Grass who hadn’t often been on the frontline couldn’t handle such overstimulation.

The middle-aged man maintained a calm expression, recalling scenes from the time in Southeast Asia during a drug raid. After some brief contemplation, he slowly said.

"This isn’t your fault; as the project manager, I must bear the main responsibility. He’s after all just an ordinary person, and managing to do this is already remarkable, but the same issue must not happen again. Everything must prioritize their psychological safety, and we must quickly get him out of Havana."

"Leave?"

"Yes, since the fish is already hooked, there’s no need for him to continue enduring stress there. See if we can apply for a task to have him go to Europe like a master. If not, let him fake death to escape, and let others take over the task."

"Additionally, let the psychological counseling class constantly monitor Li Xiaowei’s psychological problems. Didn’t they develop a ’Great Wisdom System’ with the lamas in the game? How effective is it; if it’s good, use it to relieve psychological pressure for Li Xiaowei. Moreover, provide ample material compensation. I will request approval for a month’s leave to take him on a trip for relaxation."

"Yes!"

————

Both east and west fronts are bustling with activity.

But the eastern front doesn’t have those tough European soldiers; it’s entirely composed of Cuban troops.

Camaguey Republic, as Cuba’s second-largest drug cartel, doesn’t have significantly fewer troops than Havana, and its armored forces are even superior, but it has fewer air forces.

To players, this stuff might be suitable for internal strife among the drug cartel, but to confront them, it’s a bit much.

What’s more, the attacking force on the eastern front is the player group’s strongest spear—Super Earth!

Under the madness of the stealth soldiers, Camaguey Republic’s defenses are almost collapsing in a blood-spilling retreat.

An entire armor company was blown up in the wild.

Otherwise, General Teis wouldn’t be in such a hurry to transfer his assets out of Cuba.

After losing several small towns consecutively, Camaguey Republic gathers heavy troops at Santa Clara, an important Cuban trade hub, the capital of Villa Clara Province.

This city also has another name.

[City of Che Guevara]

Because this city was liberated by Che Guevara leading the insurgent army, and after his death, his body was placed at Revolution Square, in the Guevara Memorial, and remains there to this day.

Originally, some wanted to dig up the body and destroy it, but the news provoked public outrage and had to be dropped in the end.

And now, 120 years later, the flames of war have once again reached this revolutionary city.

The famous Carmen Church in the city has been taken by Super Earth and is used as a frontline command post.

[2000 words short, will supplement tomorrow]

(Note: The more I understand, the more I admire those predecessors, giving me the feeling the whole world seems like only the people from this place are human, even though there are various issues, but look around a bit, and all you see is a bunch of goblins and demons, Twitter stocks, North Fook bankruptcy, Great power presidents talk like fart, the richest man can’t protect his son’s cattle... this world is simply a gigantic ramshackle troupe.)

(Furthermore, although I write players to act crazily, I don’t like the character traits many fourth-wall-break stories depict, where players are capricious, slaughter indiscriminately, with thought processes not resembling normal people at all.

Bear in mind no matter which exist-free-choice games are on the market, the completion rate on good paths always obliterates that of evil paths. Although we often say players are insane, the majority of people seek perfect endings when playing games, striving to be a good person.

Baldur’s Gate, The Witcher, GTA, Cyberpunk, Red Dead...

We try to avoid ending regretful paths as much as possible, if we can, we hope to finish the game with no one having to die.

Facing choices, we always lean towards good, which is why we feel regrets.

Because of regrets, the deaths of Ghost, Roach, Soap are so iconic, lamenting the demise of the Van der Linde gang, rejoicing for Joel choosing to save Ellie.

We wish for an ending where Jack, Li De, Song Zhaomei are all alive, hoping Li Sanguang and Aunt Wang find happiness together.

We are players, but a truly immersed player in the game isn’t a lunatic; he would genuinely bring his real-world self into the character for decisions.

A talented development team would use music, animations, plots to immerse players into their created world, invoking sadness or joy.

And all those who prioritize efficiency for speed-running, don’t include narrative or plot immersion, aren’t players, they’re studios, grinders [games with lousy stories excluded, like The Last of Us Part 2].

Maybe we would challenge limits or complete achievements to entertain, act as a Funny Man or cheat, being the King of the Great West on Los Santos streets, but that doesn’t mean players are chaotic evil psychopaths (unconvincingly).

In fact, maybe quite the opposite, players might be more kind-hearted in games than in the real world, because in that world, we truly don’t have to worry about food issues, giving our only food share to others.

Actually sacrificing own end-game save to enable other players to save the world, to shield a bullet with a blessing.)