The end of the world is approaching, I'm handing myself over to the country.

"To truly stand up, perhaps from beginning to end, I only had one choice..."

Mo Fang withdrew his gaze from the direction of the safe zone and slowly raised the large sword in his hand.

The next second, the blade turned and, without the slightest hesitation, sliced ​​across his own neck.

[You have died in battle. Consuming 100 Source Crystals will immediately revive you in the safe zone.]

The cold system notification flashed by in an instant.

When he opened his eyes again, Mo Fang was already standing in the center of the safe zone.

The surrounding air was no longer damp and bloody like in the dense forest, but carried a hint of dry, dusty scent.

Unlike the overwhelming fervor outside the area fueled by the mission, the safe zone appeared somewhat empty at this moment.

However, a small number of players still lingered there, either organizing their equipment or chatting with friends.

The appearance of the ink square did not attract much attention.

Soon, the familiar, even somewhat dilapidated, wooden door of the grocery store came into his view.

The door was closed tightly.

There was no one in sight inside the transparent glass window.

It was completely dark inside, and the people inside had already turned off their lights and gone to bed.

Mo Fang stopped and stood three steps away from the door.

He didn't knock or call out.

He just stood quietly outside the door, as if gathering something.

It's better to leave now, live in a daze, and then silently wait for the moment when the truth is revealed.

Or, enter into it and become a true participant.

Mo Fang closed his eyes, and at that moment, time seemed to lose its meaning.

I don't know how much time passed, maybe half an hour, maybe an hour, or maybe longer.

When Mo Fang opened his eyes again, his eyes were full of determination!

He took a deep breath, bent his knees, and knelt down straight.

Boom!

The knee struck the hard ground with a dull thud.

For the Mo side.

The whole world seemed to have been put on pause at that moment.

All the players in the safe zone who witnessed this scene were petrified.

After a brief silence came a commotion like a volcanic eruption!

"That's Mo Fang, right?!"

"Holy crap! What did I just see? Boss Mo Fang is kneeling down?"

"Did we lose a dare, or what?"

"Are you crazy! You really do encounter all sorts of strange things when you live long enough!"

"Record it quickly! Record it quickly! This is the biggest news of the year!"

One player frantically activated the recording function, focusing the camera intently on the figure kneeling on the ground.

This action instantly ignited everyone's enthusiasm.

The news spread like wildfire, reaching the entire gaming forum in a very short time, and even extending to major social media platforms in the real world.

Breaking News! Mo Fang, the top commentator and streamer, and president of the "I Have a Sword" group, actually knelt down in public!!!

"The Ultimate Performance Art? Why Did Mo Fang Kneel?"

Countless posts and videos flooded the internet, each title accompanied by huge question marks and exclamation marks.

In the real world, countless people who were following the developments of the game were stunned by this sudden trending topic.

In photos, in videos.

The legendary player, revered by countless others, knelt there quietly, his back ramrod straight, like a javelin.

He was faced with only a tightly closed door.

The scene was eerily impactful, instantly igniting everyone's curiosity and desire to discuss it.

Inside the safe zone, the number of onlookers grew larger and larger.

The whispers and pointing fingers merged into a cacophony that nearly overwhelmed him.

"Did he accept some kind of hidden quest?"

"What kind of task requires kneeling? Have you no shame?"

"So what if I kneel? It's just in a game."

"So what if it's a game? Does it make a difference to people of their status?"

"Agreed. Logically speaking, shouldn't people like them be the most concerned about their image?"

"That's the usual approach, but Mo Fang is someone who follows established patterns, so I think there must be some hidden story we don't know about?"

Despite all this, Mo Fang remained completely still.

All the noise around him seemed to have nothing to do with him.

He could even guess how much of a storm his kneeling would cause in the real world.

How many people will laugh at me? How many people will speculate about me?

so what?

dignity?

face?

These things are worthless in the face of true power and opportunities that can determine the future!

He was betting on his own judgment.

Perhaps that seemingly ordinary NPC general store manager is the real turning point in all of this.

As long as he could knock on this door, as long as he could get on this connection, he would be willing to kneel even if it meant kneeling for eternity, let alone just once.

The ridicule and mockery of others only made him more determined!

Time passed by, second by second.

The surrounding noise seemed to subside a bit, and everyone held their breath, wanting to see what would happen next.

Just then.

"Squeak—!"

A soft sound broke the eerie silence of the scene.

The tightly closed door slowly opened a crack inward.

A flat, emotionless male voice drifted from inside the door.

"Come in and talk."

The four words clearly reached everyone's ears.

Mo Fang's tense body finally relaxed the moment he heard those words.

At least the first step was successful.

He stood up, dusted off his knees, and stepped through the crack in the door.

The moment he stepped inside, the door slammed shut again.

The originally transparent glass window was shrouded in a layer of white mist, instantly turning a hazy white and blocking all attempts to peek in.

Outside the door, the crowd erupted in chaos.

Inside the door, however, lies another world.

Mo Fang looked around.

The store's furnishings are the same as before, simple, even somewhat cluttered.

A young man wearing gray pajamas and with messy hair was standing behind the counter.

He was also holding a cup with a cartoon pattern on it, which appeared to be filled with steaming milk.

It was Lin Mo, the store manager.

Lin Mo looked at him and slowly took a sip of milk.

"What exactly do you want from me?"

Mo Fang did not answer his question.

He took two steps forward and, not far from the counter, knelt down solemnly once again.

This action caused Lin Mo's hand, which was holding the cup, to freeze in mid-air.

"I am willing to offer my loyalty."

Mo Fang got straight to the point, raising his head and speaking clearly, word by word.

Lin Mo frowned slightly as he looked at the person kneeling on the ground.

He wasn't entirely unprepared.

But there was still some shock.

They had already decided on a strategy when they communicated with Chi Zhengyang before.

This time, don't cover up the whole truth like before.

Some details inadvertently reveal that some kind of dramatic change is taking place in the world.

More will be revealed gradually in the future.

Boiling a frog in lukewarm water is better than throwing it directly into boiling water to scald it to death.

It's better to let them prepare in advance than to let everyone panic when the end of the world suddenly arrives.

However, Lin Mo did not expect this.

Someone will realize this so quickly.

And, in such an extreme and resolute way, it came directly to him.

He looked at Mo Fang kneeling on the ground, his young face filled with determination.

The person's information flashed by rapidly in front of me.

Mo Lecheng, the president of "I Have a Sword".

Lin Mo gently placed the milk glass in his hand on the counter.

Just then, a gray sparrow flew down from the top of the shelf and landed lightly on Lin Mo's shoulder.

In addition to regular clerk positions, the general store also has positions for servants.

Furthermore, servants can possess additional special abilities.

The sparrow tilted its head and looked at the ink square on the ground with its small, black bean-like eyes.

Therefore, you can have servants if you wish.