A game where you have to pay to win? But I have a lifespan roulette wheel!

Facing the Specium Ki Blast of the Saiyan of Light.

The fake Jiang Lin remained completely calm.

The entire figure assumes the JOJO pose, with a giant human figure appearing behind it.

The figure swung its fists, as if it had unleashed hundreds of punches in an instant.

"Mudamudamudamuda, Jiang Lin!!! I've said it before, I am you, our strength is exactly the same, neither of us can do anything to the other!!!"

"Screw you! I refuse to admit I'm that kind of binary!"

Jiang Lin rushed towards the fake Jiang Lin.

There are no special effects.

Only the purest and most extreme power.

He wanted to smash this fake Jiang Lin's face to pieces.

"Order, rules, wanting freedom means rebelling against order—who defined that?! Even I, myself, don't agree with it!!!"

Jiang Lin rushed towards them.

The fake Jiang Lin produced a long sword and charged forward without hesitation.

"Give up the resistance! Even if you won't admit it, you've always been a very principled person! Like this sword strike!!!"

The fake Jiang Lin thrust his weapon out.

Same power, same moves.

He was certain that Jiang Lin would either dodge or defend.

"Pfft."

A sharp sword pierced Jiang Lin's chest.

"How is that possible!"

The fake Jiang Lin looked incredulous.

"How could you let yourself get hurt!"

The fake Jiang Lin was still surprised; this wasn't Jiang Lin's usual style!

Jiang Lin is most afraid of pain!

Let alone being stabbed through by a sword.

Even a tiny scratch makes them scream.

But this time!

impossible?

"Go to hell, you imposter!!!"

Jiang Lin gathered all his strength; this was the first time he had unleashed his full power since entering the Life-Saving Game.

It was just an ordinary fist.

The oppressive feeling I was experiencing at that moment felt as if the entire world was pressing down on me.

There were no other images in the fake Jiang Lin's field of vision.

All that's left is this fist.

An ordinary fist.

enlarge.

enlarge.

die! ! !

The fake Jiang Lin revealed a relieved smile.

"As expected, you're the real one."

"Pfft."

Jiang Lin's brains flew everywhere.

"Awooo!!!!!"

"It hurts, it hurts, it hurts!"

"Why does it hurt so much, damn it."

Jiang Lin hurriedly treated himself.

What Western fantasy healing techniques, immortal cultivation techniques, or the gentle breeze and willow branches in games?

Everything in his mind that had healing abilities came crashing down on him, like a free bombardment.

The injury has healed.

But Jiang Lin himself continued to roll on the ground.

"Damn, I almost passed out from the pain again."

During the last trial for adaptors, he was in so much pain that he lost consciousness. After regaining consciousness, he inexplicably completed the trial.

We still don't know what exactly happened during the Trials of the Adaptors.

Jiang Lin lay on the ground like a maggot for a long time before he finally recovered.

That's right.

According to Jiang Lin's normal playing style.

Trading injury for injury, what kind of idiotic fighting style is that?

He prefers to intimidate people directly with force.

Watching streamers play games and seeing them get brutally beaten is very satisfying.

But when it comes to Jiang Lin himself, he still prefers the unparalleled grass-cutting technique.

This fake Jiang Lin keeps talking about order and rules.

Jiang Lin did the opposite and broke his own rules to show him!

In retrospect, the results have been outstanding.

Who wants to be a diode?

Flexibility and adaptability are Jiang Lin's main themes.

What does freedom mean? It means emptiness and meaninglessness.

Shit!

That's a false freedom!

True freedom is having enough power to follow the rules whenever you want.

That's because I'm kind!

Sometimes, if you really push someone too far, it's okay to just ignore them.

Jiang Lin's freedom lies in following his own rules.

For example, he didn't use Luco and Beastmaster!

Who says that just because you're close, you have to sleep together?

shallow!

Ok.

I definitely need to go to the City of Desire later and have a blast for three days and three nights.

The Trial of the Day of Confrontation has ended.

The Trial of the Day of Definition has begun.

Forge your own "Crown of Freedom" here.

"what?"

"My freedom doesn't wear a crown."

Jiang Lin complains.

The surrounding environment has changed dramatically.

He felt as if he were in a vast starry sky.

There was no sound.

There was only absolute silence.

Many images appeared before Jiang Lin's eyes.

My hands were trembling with excitement as I skipped class for the first time.

It was my first time entering an unlicensed internet cafe, and I felt timid and uneasy.

The first time I smoked, I choked and tears streamed down my face.

The first time I helped an elderly woman cross the street, I received her thanks.

The first time I played PUBG, I hid in the grass for most of the game. In the final circle, the player in second place killed the player in third place, and the player in second place was right in front of me. I finished him off and won the game.

It was the first time I encountered a fake person online, and I was furious to discover the vast differences between people.

This is the first time I've lived alone in a different city.

First time being unemployed.

The first time I had no money in my pocket, I saw a small cart selling braised meat on the roadside and my mouth watered uncontrollably.

The thrill of escaping constraints.

The thrill of breaking the rules.

The satisfaction of helping others.

The loneliness that no one understands.

"Jiang Lin, what is the end of all this? What kind of freedom are you pursuing? Is it the freedom from... or the freedom to do...?"

"Um?"

"Freedom from what?"

Jiang Lin was a little confused.

After all, the voice entered his mind directly.

There was no sound at all, and he thought the sound was someone breathing heavily.

Therefore, he has to guess what's omitted in between.

Freedom from what?

Punishment? Consequences?

The freedom to do whatever one wants?

Is everything and everything free of taboos?

Is there even a need to think about this?

"Of course, it's the freedom to do it!! What I want is the freedom to do whatever I want without any restrictions."

"So, I understand. What you want is affirmative freedom, the possibility of its realization. Then come on, let's see what you're willing to give up for this freedom."

A giant scale appeared in the void.

At the same time, several weights also appeared.

Jiang Lin looked at the weights.

In an abstract sense, he could feel that these weights were an important part of him.

It is closely related to him.

"Jiang Lin, the power of the Shadow of Freedom, its core fuel is your own existence—your social connections, how you are remembered by others, your social relationships, the evidence of your existence in this world. To gain the authority to define reality, you must pledge more. So what are you willing to offer on the other side of the scales?"

Is it your emotions? Or your connection with others? Or perhaps your memories?

"Or is it simply an enormous lifespan?"

"Um??"

This is your last option.

Does Jiang Lin even need to consider this?

In the end, it all comes down to money, ugh! What a mess this whole thing is!