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

The passerby chuckled. Compared to two million, what's a few words of criticism?

Hearing this damn universal formula...

I was so angry that I almost vomited blood.

He felt like he had punched a cotton ball with all his might.

No, it's even more painful than hitting cotton.

Cotton can at least be deformed, giving you some feedback.

But the person in front of me was impervious to reason and defense, as if he were a pseudo-human from another dimension.

A surge of energy rushed to his head, and his mind, which had been trying to conceal his grief, buzzed. For a moment, he even forgot that he was in dire straits.

Short videos are harmful!

Where the hell did they learn these supernatural slang terms?!

But he quickly came to his senses.

Saying another word to this idiot is just wasting your precious time to escape.

The sorrow, which was always trying to conceal, suddenly made him grit his teeth, losing all desire to communicate, and turned to run wildly towards the other end of the alley.

run!

Must run!

There's no point in saying more, just run!

"Hey, don't run away! Say another few more curses!"

"Two million!"

The passerby players behind him, seeing him run away, didn't rush to chase after him; instead, they made a teasing remark with amusement.

The sorrow is always more obvious than it seems: "Damn it, two million!"

"Your whole family is bidding two million!"

This sarcastic remark nearly caused the character's attempt to conceal his sadness to stumble and fall.

The desolation, though seemingly concealed, only made things worse. He gritted his teeth and said, "I swear, once I get through this, I'll find that bastard and kill him a hundred times! No, ten thousand times!"

However, this thought was shattered by the noise coming from behind.

The footsteps behind me had somehow turned into a chaotic roar.

"Over there! In the alley!"

"Quick, after him! Don't let him get away!"

"Holy crap, two million Source Crystals! A walking gold mine!"

"Damn it, nobody's going to take it from me!"

More shouts came from the direction of the alley entrance, accompanied by a dense sound of footsteps, as more and more people rushed into the narrow alley.

At first, the people who rushed in had a clear goal. Their eyes were shining as they stared intently at the back of the benevolent leader who was trying to cover up his true intentions. Their expressions were like wolves that had been starving for ten days seeing a piece of fat meat.

But gradually, things started to get strange.

The sorrow, always trying to conceal its true nature, ran desperately ahead, while a group of people chased after it.

The sadness was always trying to be hidden, and I felt a burning pain in my lungs, as if my heart was about to jump out of my throat.

He felt like an unfortunate antelope being chased by a pride of lions on the African savanna, with the number of predators behind him constantly increasing.

He glanced back.

One glance was enough to scare my soul away.

Behind him, a dark mass of people, numbering at least a thousand, surged toward him in an unstoppable tide.

What's even more outrageous is that many of the players who joined later didn't show any greed on their faces at all; instead, they displayed an excitement and curiosity that seemed to thrive on chaos.

They didn't even know what was happening ahead; they just saw a large group of people rushing forward, so they followed suit.

Run, for sorrow always seems to only become more apparent when it's concealed!

"Holy shit! These idiots, do they even know what they're chasing? They just keep following!"

Looking at the dense crowd behind me, stretching as far as the eye could see, my mental defenses, which I had been trying to conceal, completely crumbled.

He dared not stop, turning to face the surging crowd, and with all his might, he let out a hysterical roar:

"Are you all fucking dogs? Or am I shit, why are you chasing me like this?!"

"If I scooped you all out one by one and fried you in oil, I couldn't tell if it was oil splattering or your own rudeness!"

The furious shouts echoed through the alley, but to no avail.

The crowd moved forward without pause.

Several players who were running ahead even whistled at him with great interest.

"Bro, that was well said! One more!"

"puff--!!"

The sorrow was always trying to be concealed, and I felt a sweet taste in my throat, almost spitting out a mouthful of blood.

He turned around, quickened his pace, and continued running forward.

Meanwhile, a comical conversation is unfolding amidst the massive and chaotic pursuit behind him.

A player, who had just rushed out of a nearby shop, looking completely bewildered, asked a fellow runner, panting, "..."

"Bro...brother, what...what's going on? Did the boss just show up on my face?"

The guy next to me, his face flushed from running, answered breathlessly:

"I...I don't know!"

"Why are you running so fast?"

"Nonsense! Look, everyone's running, aren't they? No matter what happens, just follow the crowd!"

The light at the end of the alley grew closer, and the desolation that seemed to be trying to conceal itself was about to burst, each breath carrying the scorching smell of rust.

Like a wild beast driven to desperation, he instinctively rushed out of that narrow passage of death.

When his feet touched the familiar open space in front of the grocery store, his legs went weak and he almost knelt down.

right here.

This place is considered a holy land by all players in the wasteland.

Looking at the simple wooden door in front of me, the sadness that had been trying to hide was suddenly relieved, and an indescribable feeling of grievance and bitterness rushed to my nose, and my eyes instantly turned red.

"Finally... I finally... Whew... I'm here..."

The sorrow was always trying to be concealed, and he muttered to himself in a hoarse voice, tinged with tears.

But he dared not hesitate or delay in the slightest.

The surging crowd behind me had already poured out of the alley entrance, a dark mass that instantly filled the open space.

Some of the people who ran after him just now knew the truth!

This is enough to show that his location had already been exposed!

That madman Jin Buhuan might have already sent an elite team to mingle in the crowd, ready to deliver a fatal blow at any moment!

We can't wait! Not even a second!

The moment this thought exploded in his mind, the sorrowful man, in an attempt to cover it up, did something that left everyone speechless.

He abandoned all thoughts of struggling and escaping, and with a thud, knelt heavily on both knees in front of the grocery store's door.

Then, under countless astonished, greedy, and curious gazes, he bent down and slammed his forehead hard onto the cold, hard ground.

"Bang!"

A dull thud of a head being kowtowed clearly echoed through the noisy scene.

Everyone was stunned.

The players who had come for two million source crystals paused, looking at each other in bewilderment.

Those players who were just there to watch the fun were completely dumbfounded, their jaws practically dropping to the floor.

"Holy crap? What's going on? Are they going to go this far?"

"Wait... why did you bump into something?"

Just as everyone's minds went blank, the sorrowful figure, trying to cover it up, gave them no time to react. While maintaining the posture of kowtowing, he used all his strength to let out a piercing wail:

"Help me—!!"

"Please, shopkeeper, save me! Someone's trying to kill me! They're trying to kill me!"