Immortal I Speedrun Supernatural Game

Chapter 404 The Disappearance of Regret and Pain
The daytime passes quickly.

After the bonfire celebration ended, the islanders continued to warmly welcome the players.

The islanders also sought the players' opinions regarding their respective residences.

Whether you want to be by the sea, in the woods, or in a slightly more modern resort hotel.

Any place on this island that can satisfy your needs.

They can all arrange accommodation for you.

Furthermore, considering that everyone has different tastes, you can freely offer your opinions on the arrangements for the subsequent dinner.

Wu Wang even deliberately made things difficult for the islanders by saying things that couldn't possibly happen here.

Of course, the so-called impossibility is not due to the rarity of the ingredients.

It's not a matter of cooking skills.

What if the island really does have both Western and Chinese cuisine masters?
He was referring to the situation under normal circumstances.

A flavor that can never be replicated.

"I want to eat a bowl of fried rice from that bald guy's fast food restaurant downstairs from my house."

Wu Wang said this.

Players don't need to dine in for dinner; dedicated staff will deliver it to their accommodations.

After you finish eating, you only need to leave your tableware at the door, and someone will come to clean it up.

He chose a location in the very center of the island, a place with the most convenient transportation.

After he made this request.

About ten minutes later, an islander I had just met at the campfire knocked on the door, carrying a bowl of steaming hot fried rice.

Watching the islanders smile as they put down their plates and left.

He looked down at the bowl of plain-looking fried rice.

Wu Wang frowned, picked up a little bit with a spoon, hesitated, and put it in his mouth.

Yes, it's not the problematic dish like the lamb chops from the previous campfire event.

It's just ordinary fried rice.

The taste is a bit familiar, or rather, it's all too familiar.

"The taste is exactly the same." Wu Wang couldn't help but sigh, "He put too much salt in again. Every time I tell the fast food restaurant owner about this problem, he won't listen."

Suddenly, the memory of the plane crash flashed through his mind.

In a dazed state, I don't know how I got home, my mind filled with thoughts of suicide.

When it's mealtime, my second sister doesn't know how to cook.

She could only run downstairs to the nearest fast food restaurant and buy two servings of fried rice.

The siblings sat at the dining table at home, silently and mechanically stuffing rice into their mouths.

It was so salty that every bite was almost impossible to swallow.

That was the saltiest meal I've ever eaten.

Wu Wang couldn't describe whether the fast food restaurant owner had added too much salt, or whether his tears from that state had mixed with the food and been stuffed into his mouth.

My second sister looks pretty much like me.

She trembled as she ate.

They also had to force an extremely unsightly smile.

She seemed to want to cry, but dared not, and comforted herself by eating well.

At the same time, Wu Wang felt somewhat relieved.

I'm grateful that I'm not alone in this world; I still have my second sister as family to accompany me.

For a very long time, up until now.

The other party was Wu Wang's mental support, preventing him from suffering a mental breakdown.

They still have each other.

Thinking about this, an indescribable feeling of happiness welled up in my heart.

Even though Wu Wang was somewhat prepared, he still felt a sense of disorientation.

My hand reached uncontrollably towards the olive wreath in my pocket.

It seems like they want to take it out and put it on their head.

But the next second, he gritted his teeth and forced his gaze away from the fried rice, looking at the red vertical pupil on his wrist.

The bizarre and extreme form of mental pollution is like a bucket of cold water poured over you on a hot summer day, soaking you from head to toe.

Wu Wang's eyes cleared instantly.

After taking two deep breaths, he threw all the fried rice in his hand into the trash can.

"This place is so weird, even eating here brings back so many memories."

"And this is without me wearing the olive wreath. Wouldn't everyone else wearing it be experiencing a brain-blowing orgasm?"

Although everything on the island seemed so beautiful.

But Wu Wang believed that this kind of beauty was more like a piece of candy coated with poison.

Sweet and deadly.

After swallowing it, you don't know when the poison will take effect and you will die.

As long as there is even the slightest thought of enjoying this wonderful thing in one's mind, the subconscious will begin to be constantly eroded, and one may even gradually forget what one came to this island for.

Because he had gone to see the other players before having lunch.

The two guys were slightly better off.

At least they are consciously looking for anomalies and clues on the island.

However, they were unaware that they had begun to become abnormal.

But Huo Miao was already almost completely immersed in this wonderful feeling.

Two small flower buds have already sprouted on her head.

The girl who used to look energetic seemed to have removed her makeup and looked much more delicate. She even greeted Wu Wang politely when she met him.

And asked him if he had seen any tattoo shops or anything like that on the island.

She wants to remove her tattoos, as well as her lip piercings and earrings.

She doesn't seem like a player from the "Disaster" faction trying to complete a dungeon; she seems more like a reformed young woman who's turning over a new leaf and trying to become a model student.

Before Wu Wang could remind her of her own problems.

A local islander walked over and enthusiastically took him to a tattoo shop.

There really are some on this island!
As for Liu Qiang and his son Liu Yanfang, Wu Wang did not see them.

The two of them haven't shown their faces since they returned from seeing the doctor.

They locked themselves inside their houses, keeping the doors and windows tightly shut, and didn't even ask the islanders for food.

Now, in broad daylight, there are islanders everywhere.

Wu Wang couldn't forcefully break down the door.

Everything can only be done slowly tonight.

Finally, after dinner, night slowly fell.

The island's routines are so regular that they can be unsettling.

Around ten o'clock, there was no one walking on the road anymore, and every islander had returned to their home and fallen asleep.

At the same time, Wu Wang, the top all-nighter champion, slowly pushed open the window.

The 【Fashionable Skateboard Shoes】feature smooth, friction-based movement, combined with the 【Seven Star Steps of the Heavenly Gang】movement effect, and his own stealthy footwork.

He moved between buildings like a ghost.

Not long after, they arrived at Liu Qiang and Liu Yanfang's residence.

They chose to stay in an ordinary resort hotel, unlike other players who deliberately selected their accommodations.

Liu Yanfang is in 101, and Liu Qiang is in 102.

After listening carefully from the outside, there was no sound inside, only the breathing sounds that would occur when one is in a stable sleeping state.

Wu Wang used a technique so skillful that if he were seen in real life, he might be reported to the police and arrested to pry open the door.

They quietly went to Liu Yanfang's room first.

Surprisingly, the moment he entered the room, he immediately realized that Liu Yanfang was not lying in bed sleeping.

Instead, she sat gently on the edge of the bed, her smile extremely tender.

She was lying on her side, constantly stroking the pillow with her hand.

It was as if someone she cared deeply about was lying there, and she didn't dare to touch them too hard, for fear of disturbing their sleep.

No matter what Wu Wang did, he couldn't see the presence of a third person in the room.

Even with the [Sight of Truth], all that can be seen there is a pillow.

The light in the room came from two mobile phones on the bedside table: one smartphone and one basic mobile phone.

The smartphone screen was still glowing.

Wu Wang tentatively called out softly, "Liu Yanfang? What are you doing?"

The other party did not respond to him.

She continued to stroke the pillow, her smile growing even more benevolent.

She seemed to be sleepwalking.

His breathing was frighteningly steady.

Seeing this, Wu Wang tiptoed to the bedside table.

I found a newspaper under the phone.

He picked it up and began to read it quickly.

Most of the newspaper was blurry and illegible, except for one report whose blood-red text was crystal clear—

[A mother's negligence in leaving her child with cerebral palsy home alone led to a fire caused by a neighbor's gas leak, resulting in the child's tragic death.]

He picked up the smartphone and placed it in front of Liu Yanfang to unlock it with his face.

In the photo album, Wu Wang found a large number of photos of Liu Yanfang and a little boy with a slightly dazed look.

Just then, Liu Yanfang, who was standing next to her, suddenly spoke up—

"Baby, Mommy has to go to work tomorrow too. Be good at home." "If you miss Mommy, just like before, press this and you can hear Mommy's voice."

After saying that, Liu Yanfang picked up another old-fashioned mobile phone from the bedside table without turning her head.

This phone wasn't locked; it unlocked with a single press.

There is only one number in the dialer.

When Liu Yanfang pressed the dial button to automatically call back, Wu Wang's smartphone rang.

Even with the phone ringing in her ears, Liu Yanfang showed no signs of waking up.

After hanging up, Wu Wang started browsing the contents of his smartphone.

One of the photos shows a consent form for a liver transplant.

The liver donor was Liu Yanfang, and the recipient was a man named Zhao Lai.

The two are husband and wife.

However, below this surgical consent form...

It was a photo of a death notice.

The person who died was also Zhao Lai.

The time between death and surgery was less than a year.

In an instant, a coherent timeline rapidly formed in Wu Wang's mind—

Before Liu Yanfang became a player of the Spirit Disaster, she first discovered that her child was born with cerebral palsy, and then her husband was diagnosed with fulminant hepatic failure.

After donating nearly half of her liver to save her husband's life, she still couldn't save him.

She persevered and continued living for the sake of her child.

Looking at other information on her smartphone, Wu discovered that she had more than one job.

Indeed, single-parent families struggle to cover daily expenses as well as medical costs for treating children with cerebral palsy.

Liu Yanfang must be extremely busy every day.

However, despite her optimism and perseverance, she still lost her child in an accident.

That kind of heartache, that kind of grief and indignation.

It's hard for ordinary people to imagine.

Wu Wang sighed and turned off his smartphone.

Looking at Liu Yanfang, who was sleepwalking.

I plan to go and check on Liu Qiang's situation again.

Just as I was about to lift my leg and leave.

Liu Yanfang mechanically pressed the buttons on her old-fashioned mobile phone, and happened to press the button to play a recording.

A childish yet pained voice came from the poorly functioning speaker of the old-fashioned mobile phone—

"Fire...fire..."

"Ah...ah! Mommy! It hurts! Mommy!"

"mom……"

This is what the child with cerebral palsy instinctively tried to contact during the fire when he was panicked—his only person he could rely on, his mother, Liu Yanfang.

Unexpectedly, in his haste, he didn't press the dial button but instead activated the recording function.

For a child with cerebral palsy, he cannot understand the difference between recording and dialing.

She could only keep calling out "Mom" into her old-fashioned mobile phone and start sobbing.

Until the shouts grew fainter and fainter.

Finally, even the painful wails subsided into silence.

At this moment, Liu Yanfang, who was holding an old-fashioned mobile phone in her hand, couldn't help but shed a tear from the corner of her eye.

No matter how many years have passed.

She couldn't get over it.

Especially since the day the fire happened was also the day she became a player of the Spirit Disaster.

When Liu Yanfang hurriedly rode her tricycle home after get off work, she was unfortunately hit and overturned by a car on the way.

She was pulled into a beginner's dungeon while she was on the verge of death.

The condition for granting access to that closed beta test was that only those who were on the verge of death could enter.

After being fortunate enough to emerge from it and become a player of the Calamity.

The newbie reward Liu Yanfang received was a bottle of medicine that could potentially cure her son's cerebral palsy.

When she realized she had the power to change everything, and despite the driver's shock at finding her unharmed after being hit, she rushed home.

But it turned out to be too late.

The fire is out, and the people are gone.

This led Liu Yanfang to frequently vent her frustrations by tormenting the creatures in dungeons as she grew stronger as a player in the Spirit Disaster.

She hated that damn God.

Why does all this misfortune have to befall her? Why don't other people suffer so many accidents?
Seeing those who were living happily made her feel a nameless anger rise in her heart.

Finally, she turned her bloody hand to the other players.

She also wants to make others unhappy and their families miserable.

In fact, from the moment I learned that my son had been burned to death.

Liu Yanfang basically went insane.

The player who lives in this world is merely a walking corpse venting their inner resentment.

Although it is unknown what tricks Shangguan He played on Liu Yanfang's soul.

But Wu Wang knew very well—

This woman is unlikely to wake up tonight.

However, after listening to the recording, he turned to leave.

But then they discovered that the newspaper on the table that documented the fire suddenly burst into flames.

However, it did not cause any change in the surrounding temperature.

It was as if only the newspaper was destroying itself.

Moments later, the newspaper burned to ashes.

The next second, a strange sound came from the bed.

Salsasa——

It sounded like someone was turning over in bed and tugging at the blankets.

Wu Wang suddenly turned around and looked at Liu Yanfang.

To my surprise, the elderly mother had stopped crying; only a few tear stains remained on her cheeks.

A human-shaped silhouette was vaguely emerging from the blankets on the bed in front of her.

He seemed to be enjoying his sleep in bed, and Liu Yanfang gently stroked his head.

"Holy crap! Her son actually showed up!?"

Wu Wang's gaze became unusually solemn.

He knew very well that the humanoid silhouette in front of him could not possibly be Liu Yanfang's real son.

As for what it is...

It's estimated that only Shangguan He knows this now.

Immediately afterwards, the old-fashioned mobile phone in Liu Yanfang's hand also caught fire.

Like the newspapers before them, they were burned to ashes in a short time.

The human-shaped silhouette on the bed became clearer, and even through the moonlight, one could see his hair and face.

Then came the smartphone that Wu Wang had just placed on the table.

This thing, which carries more painful records, burns much slower than the previous two.

But the burning of the smartphone not only made the son on the bed more solid.

A blurry figure also appeared next to Liu Yanfang.

He was gently embracing Liu Yanfang from behind, as if comforting her that everything that had happened before was just a dream.

The past is all an illusion; the present is the only reality.

He is Zhao Lai—Liu Yanfang's husband.

Meanwhile, the olive wreath on Liu Yanfang's head is blooming at an astonishing speed.

Three tiny flower buds bloomed in no time, and the smile on her face showed such happiness.

Upon seeing this, Wu Wang did not hesitate at all. He immediately used the [Seven Star Steps of Heavenly Gang] to flash out of the room, closing the door behind him.

Because he couldn't stop the process.

She also noticed that Zhao Lai seemed to be turning his head to look at her, whether intentionally or unintentionally.

Perhaps once the smartphone has completely burned out and her husband Zhao Lai's body has truly solidified, the other party will be able to discover her in the room.

It wouldn't matter if a fight broke out, the important thing is that after Wu is destroyed, there will definitely be no way to continue exploring.

This newly discovered clue is absolutely crucial!

If I really see Liu Yanfang and her husband and son together tomorrow morning.

That proves that many islanders on this damned Happy Island were probably created in this way.

They are someone's regret.

They are someone's pain.

They are someone's happiness too.

When true regret and pain are burned away, false happiness is reborn.

Why is it a false happiness?

Because Wu Wang knew very well that there is no such thing as a free lunch in this world.

Everything that comes easily has its own price.

What is the price to pay for happiness on Happiness Island?

(End of this chapter)