Immortal I Speedrun Supernatural Game

Chapter 415 The more perfect the happiness, the more fake it is.

The white falcon sat under a small pavilion by the sea.

Looking out, the seawater rolls in white waves as it washes over the beach, and many islanders are enjoying sunbathing or playing in the water with their companions.

No matter how you look at it, this is an extremely relaxed and pleasant scene.

He was the only one with a furrowed brow, seemingly struggling with something inside.

The olive wreath on her forehead has sprouted a new small flower bud.

Unlike before, this flower bud is now more like a tiny bump on a branch, and its precarious appearance is worrying.

There are signs that it might hatch into a flower bud in the next second, but it could also break and fall with a gust of wind.

His expression looked somewhat ferocious.

Just then, a pair of flawless white hands reached out, holding a piece of sea salt caramel cake.

After being handed to the white falcon's beak, the newcomer smiled, his eyes narrowing into crescent moons, so charming.

"What's wrong? You've been looking gloomy since this morning. Did you not sleep well last night because you're in a new environment on the island?"

Her voice was like a unique melody that stood out from the noisy surroundings.

For a moment, Bai Jun even felt that he couldn't perceive any movement around him except for hearing her voice.

But the white falcon did not immediately answer the other party's question.

He simply took the sea salt caramel cake and stared blankly at the face, which, while not stunningly beautiful, was still above average.

He lied.

Yesterday, I talked with Erbadao and Wu Wang.

He has always claimed that he was contacting the islanders under the guise of "gathering intelligence on the island."

This is not the case.

During the bonfire celebration.

The white falcon happened to spot a familiar face.

After talking with them, they learned that he was an islander who had been on the island for about a year. Like them, he was an outsider who came to the island from elsewhere and decided to stay.

And her face looked exactly like that of her missing lover, Coco Lin.

And coincidentally, Lin Wen had entered the instance a year ago and had not appeared since.

Yes, his lover is also a Necropolis player.

The Tianhai organization, to which Bai Jun belongs, has very few members, no more than six or seven at most.

Rather than a Necromancer organization, it's more like a group of Necromancer players who are on good terms getting together for a chat.

They mostly met in the same raid group and had worked together many times, so they trusted each other quite a bit.

In this situation, it's amazing that a couple from the team could still get married. Everyone is genuinely happy for Bai Jun and Lin Wen.

There was a time when Bai Jun even thought he was the happiest person in the world.

In terms of strength, as a player who has never encountered any dungeons that have made him feel difficult, White Falcon believes that he is in no way inferior to players who are several levels higher, and his ability to protect himself is more than enough.
In terms of status, his family held considerable prestige in the local area, resembling local bullies. They had influence in both the legitimate and underworld circles, and as the eldest son, he was a prominent figure in society.

Even disregarding his family's wealth, with his supernatural abilities as a player of the Spirit Disaster, he also ran a successful materials company, achieving financial freedom at a young age and moving towards building an even larger business empire.

When it comes to love and friendship, Lin Wen and her partners in the [Tianhai] organization always make her feel like she's back home.

She was a wonderful lover, and they were also very good friends.

The white falcon lacks nothing.

I thought this happy life would continue forever.

Until a year ago, Lin Wen said with a smile that she would enter a dungeon of medium difficulty and then make a sea salt caramel cake as a reward.

She knew that her favorite food was sea salt caramel cake.

In reality, what I make is just to feed myself.

However, it should have been a matter of returning to reality in an instant, or staying in the settlement space for a few minutes before coming back.

The white falcon waited for five whole days in its empty house.

She never appeared again.

He was only saved from starvation when other members of the [Tianhai] organization came offline and forcibly dragged him out of his home to give him intravenous nutrition and food.

Generally speaking, players who enter the Necropolis instance do not return.

That basically means you'll die in the dungeon.

But Bai Jun couldn't accept this fact. He felt that Lin Wen couldn't possibly fail in a mere [Medium] dungeon.

She's definitely not dead!

Perhaps they're just trapped in a dungeon!
He drifted through a year with this belief, and his friends no longer knew how to persuade him.

Now, a woman who looks exactly like him but has lost all her memories of before coming to the island, only remembering that her name contains the character "玟" and who happened to have become an islander a year ago, appears before him.

How could Bai Jun not believe that she was Lin Wen, who had disappeared in the dungeon?

And this plate of cake in my hand...

"Xiaowen, why do you always bring a plate of cakes to people?" Bai Jun finally asked.

Yesterday, during the bonfire celebration, he noticed Xiaowen's presence in the crowd when he saw her carrying a plate of sea salt caramel cake around giving it to people.

Upon hearing this question, Xiaowen blinked.

Tilting her head and grinning, she said, "I don't know. It seems like I've enjoyed making cakes ever since I arrived on the island. It makes me really happy to see other people praise my cakes."

She paused briefly after saying that.

He spoke as if talking to himself, yet also as if saying it unintentionally:
"Maybe it's because before I lost my memory on the island, I often made cakes for someone, and once it became a habit, I couldn't break it."

pat-

Just as he picked up a bit of cake with his fork and put it in his mouth, a crystal-clear tear slid down from the corner of Bai Jun's eye, dripping onto the cake plate and blooming into a splash.

The tiny flower buds on the olive wreath above seemed to have become more resilient, and there was a faint feeling that they were about to bloom.

Brother Yan, I still can't seem to do it...

No matter how you look at it, she is the Xiaowen I lost.

Even if we take a step back and say that she just looks like Xiaowen, that's all.

Let me experience it a bit more, let me feel it more, and then I'll slowly decide what to do...

"Hehe, happiness is like an addictive drug. Once you try it with a 'let's give it a shot' attitude, you can never get rid of it easily."

Suddenly, a voice seemed to ring out in the ears of the white falcon from the crowd.

This made him slightly dazed, and he immediately looked around at everyone.

Without exception, these guys were all islanders.

White Falcon did not see any familiar players.

Only Xiaowen seemed a little flustered and asked, "Oh! Why are you crying? Did I say something wrong? Or is the cake not good?"

As she spoke, she took the plate from the falcon's hand.

I planned to use a tissue to wipe away the tears on the other person's face.

However, at that moment, Xiaowen suddenly showed a pained expression on her face.

He covered his hand, which had accidentally brushed against the fork when he received the plate.

"hiss……"

She kept gasping for breath in pain.

This prompted the white falcon to quickly approach and inquire about the situation.

"What happened? Did you get a scratch?"

After saying that, he squatted down and held Xiaowen's trembling hand, carefully opening her palm to check for any injuries.

A wound that almost cut through the entire palm of the hand was revealed, and blood was flowing out continuously.

This made the white falcon feel anxious.

A question unconsciously arose in my mind—

Cake forks can't possibly be that sharp, can they?
And even if there really was a scratch, it should only be near the finger, right?
Why would a laceration that stretches across the entire palm appear?

The most crucial point is—isn't there no chance of accidents on Happiness Island?
It was while the white falcon was carefully examining the wound.

He noticed something unusual again.

Her lover, Lin Wen, is actually a female painter in real life, and her right index finger has a thin callus from years of holding a pen and drawing.

Even after becoming a player of the Spirit Disaster, she didn't use any items to erase these traces.

In her words—

"Anyway, it's not on my face, and no one else can see it. You'll only hold my hand, and you don't mind." "Then why erase these traces that represent so many years of my painting? Doesn't that negate all the hard work I've put in the first half of my life?"

However, the injured and bleeding hand in front of me was so exquisitely crafted that it resembled a jade carving in a museum.

It's undeniable that it's truly perfect; even when injured, it possesses a poignant beauty.

But it wasn't the hand I remembered.

He stared blankly at the white falcon, clutching his injured hand.

Xiaowen thought it was the gruesome wound that had frightened him.

Ignoring the pain in her palm, she forced a smile and comforted him, "It's alright, Dr. Shangguan on the island is very skilled, I'll just go to the hospital to get checked out."

After saying that, she prepared to stand up and go to the Ome Clinic.

brush--

In that instant, the white falcon suddenly grabbed her arm, preventing her from getting up and leaving.

His voice trembled slightly as he said, "If... if I said that this little injury doesn't need to be treated by a doctor, and I can treat it for you, what do you think?"

Upon hearing this, Xiaowen's eyes immediately flashed with admiration.

He said excitedly, "Wow! You even know medicine? Can you tell me what to do?"

"Don't worry, it's okay even if it's not completely healed. I can always go back to Dr. Shangguan and he'll teach me how to treat the wound."

Every word she said warmed people's hearts.

Even if she herself gets hurt, she will encourage Bai Jun to give it a try without considering her feelings at all.

But it is precisely because of this perfection and gentleness.

The more the falcon gripped her hand, the more it trembled.

Xiaowen thought it was because she was nervous.

She even squatted down and patted his shoulder with her other hand to comfort him.

That voice, which seemed to have come from nowhere, rang in the white falcon's ears again—

"Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, but is it really possible that you and your partner will never have any friction in your relationship?"

"Is she really like a saint, capable of completely embracing everything?"

"Is she really your Xiaowen?"

Click——

In that instant, the white falcon seemed to feel something shatter before its eyes.

The tiny flower buds on its head, which were almost ready to bloom, became shaky again and even began to show signs of decay.

He muttered to himself, "I really hope she is..."

"But Xiaowen, her temper is actually quite strange, perhaps this is a common problem among artists."

"She would argue with me about the composition and aesthetics of a painting; she would stay up all night discussing the analysis of a work with me, and if I yawned, she would scold me for not loving her anymore; she would burn a cake because she couldn't control the heat properly when she was making it, and force me to finish that lump that could barely be called food; she would cry and scream when she was injured and use props to treat herself, even though some injuries could be cured at the hospital, she would still stubbornly use props immediately because she was afraid of pain..."

"She is not my Lin Wen."

In a daze, a guy wearing an oversized fisherman's hat, with his head down completely covering his face, and also wearing a sun protection shirt walked out from among the islanders.

The other person walked step by step towards him.

When he looked up, the fisherman's hat had disappeared, revealing a handsome yet somewhat irritating face.

His sun-protective clothing was visibly stained blood red, eventually turning into a slightly tattered coat.

Blood was dripping steadily from his palm.

Crimson roses bloom on the beach.

Wu Wang gently placed his hand on Xiao Wen's head, who still looked bewildered.

In an instant, Xiaowen, who had been comforting Bai Jun, revealed an extremely painful expression.

He curled up, clutching his stomach, his whole body covered in cold sweat, as if his internal organs were enduring some kind of intense pain.

The pain was so intense that she couldn't even open her mouth to scream.

Seeing the person who looked exactly like his lover lying on the ground with such a ferocious expression.

Although the white falcon felt a little reluctant.

But he still managed to let go of her hand with difficulty.

In that instant, the little flower bud on his head withered and fell off completely, just like it had done in the villa the night before.

This time, however, the white falcon did not cry out and hold it up as a treasure.

Instead, he raised his slightly pale face and looked at Wu Wang.

He asked with a bitter tone, "This...you did all of this...right?"

"Hmm." Wu Wang did not deny his actions.

He then added, “The more perfect the happiness, the more fake it is. You weren’t directly operated on by Shangguan He, unlike Liu Qiang and Liu Yanfang who had their memories burned out overnight. Therefore, the happiness you felt on the island was layered and progressive. This kind of happiness, built little by little through your memories, definitely had flaws in the early stages.”

"Of course, as you spend more time with this woman, her habits and little details, apart from her appearance, will become more and more like the lover you remember. In the end, she will become exactly the same as her."

"At that time, I had no choice but to give you up."

Hearing this, the white falcon sighed and said:
"Congratulations on finding a way to inflict pain on Happiness Island. As a test subject, there's one thing I don't understand: how do you know what Lin Wen looks like in my memory?"

"Especially the ability to pinpoint details like calluses on the fingers."

Wu Wang did not give a direct answer to this.

He simply gave a mysterious smile and jokingly sang:

"I'm a little green dragon~ I have many little secrets~ I won't tell you~ I won't tell you~"

After singing two lines, he finally addressed the white falcon, whose gaze remained fixed on Xiaowen struggling on the ground:

"Stop reminiscing, now that you've determined she wasn't your lover."

"Wouldn't it be a betrayal of the real Coco Lin if I transferred my love to her?"

"Are you trying to deny the evidence that Coco Lee actually lived in this world? Or are you trying to deny your own love?"

"False happiness and real suffering."

You have to choose one side eventually.

These words made the white falcon tremble all over.

To be honest, he really... really wanted to choose the happiness that was readily available to him right now.

Ke Yan is right about win-win.

If I really make that choice.

Doesn't that negate the existence of the real Coco Lin?

Then wouldn't all his love for her, their beautiful memories together, and his perseverance over the years have become a joke?
When she is no longer Lin Wen, will she still be herself?
chap——

The white falcon bit its lower lip hard, and surprisingly, it broke the lip.

On this happy island where nothing unexpected can happen.

He successfully hurt himself!
The taste of blood surged from my mouth to my heart.

Bai Jun revealed a smile that looked more like a grimace as he moved his head away from Xiao Wen.

She sobbed, "Let's go... Brother Yan..."

"Let me hear your plan, give me some instructions, anything will do, just get out of here quickly, before I regret it."

"While I can still..."

"Choose real suffering."

Upon hearing this, Xiaowen, who had been struggling on the ground, gradually lost her energy and stopped moving.

Wu Wang's smile grew increasingly maniacal.

The crimson in his eyes grew even more intense.

The blood-stained clothes on his body seemed to have added a special pattern, and no one knew what this pattern would form as it spread.