"Hello, Second Player, nice to meet you." Little Su politely responded.

Soon, Little Su and Little Nuo started conversing, and because Little Nuo had the Perfect Pass Pattern Mark, they chatted happily.

Su Ming'an watched quietly.

Until Little Nuo looked over: "This gentleman must be the one who shined in the First World, right? It's truly appreciated that you helped Su Ming'an."

Su Ming'an couldn't speak, but Du, the wristwatch, spoke for him: "We helped Su Ming'an, why are you the one thanking us? Didn't you just meet Su Ming'an?"

Indeed, the intelligent and evolved Du hit the nail on the head with just one sentence.

Little Nuo smiled, placing his right hand on his chest: "I am thanking this gentleman in the wheelchair on behalf of humanity. Regardless of his identity or why he appears in the World Game, whether he is an unknown from the Outer Realm or a bug in the World Game, he truly helped our Number One Player, and that is undeniable. Therefore, I feel joyful. This thanks is not just for the Number One Player, but it's my sincere gratitude."

Du hummed a few times, clearly satisfied with Little Nuo's response, letting down her guard with just a few words. There was a bit of intelligence, but not much.

Even Little Su's expression softened, as Little Nuo broke the ice with just one paragraph.

"..." Su Ming'an found that compared to Little Su, Little Nuo was already a complete Noel. Whether in dual intelligence or thought processes, Noel was already mature. This showed that Noel had been this way from the beginning, unlike Su Ming'an who underwent a transformation in half a year.

At this time, a familiar voice echoed.

"Woohoo——!"

A dozen or so players looked up, and a large disc flew over from afar. A white-haired, red-eyed girl dressed in a frilly dress swayed into the crowd.

"Hello everyone~ I'm your dearest~ Host-chan~" She twisted her body, making people hallucinate a big white rabbit: "Now, I'm here to announce the background and tasks of the second checkpoint~"

A golden-haired boy, about twelve or thirteen, tossed a coin and pointed out a blind spot: "Host, wouldn't you have to split into many to inform all players of the tasks simultaneously?"

"Mm-hmm, such a smart player!" The host twisted: "There are countless bunnies, of course, the consciousness is the same source! For high-dimensional life, splitting oneself is quite simple, trust me, Little Nuo has more experience with this!"

"Me?" Little Nuo squinted his eyes: "What experience could I possibly have?"

"Oh oh, mixed up, it's all the same anyway..." The host with rabbit ears spread her arms: "Alright! Please receive the tasks, everyone!"

...

[Disciple Game·Second Stage·Daylight Floating City]

[All participants' task: find the "Good Child."]

[Key NPC for this stage: Xiaowen]

[Key clue locations for this stage: Inner City, Arena, City Fringe.]

...

[You have obtained the basic quest background for this world!]

[Story Background (Daylight Floating City):

Once, this city was named the City of Dreams.

Every "child" was born amidst sparks of inspiration and anticipation. "Adults" only needed to wave their pens to write their ideal "children" on white paper, bringing them to life from the paper to carry on their bloodline, care for them in their old age. Then, as these "children" grew, they would become the new "adults" and begin writing their own "children."

Generation after generation, they reproduced through this method of writing.

However, one day, an unknown virus spread through people's bodies, polluting the "adults," causing them to lose their creativity.

To combat the virus, "adults" chose to modify their bodies, using blood as ink and bones as pens, in an attempt to enhance their creativity, hoping to birth "children" through their writing.

But as time passed, and the virus grew stronger, no matter how much the "adults" wrote, no new "children" were born from their pens—the virus made the "adults" lose their inspiration and their ability to reproduce.

Now, you are a player who has obtained the identity of "adult," holding the precious "education right."

Two players disguised as "white paper" identities are scattered across the city. They are outsiders, naturally resistant to the virus. As long as you find one, and convince them to admit they are your "child," agree to be educated by you, care for you in your old age, and carry on your bloodline, you will be elevated to the throne by those who long for descendants.

—Come, dear "adults."

Educate your "children," gain the noblest rights! Just like shaping a piece of "white paper"!

—A white paper has no color.

It is the adults who make the white paper into the shape they desire.

Whether in this shaping process, because the white paper does not perfectly meet your needs, you despise your white paper excessively, even abandoning it to start writing a new white paper.

Or whether you, in the name of responsibility, forcibly command your white paper to reproduce, to prevent an unattended old age. You believe that a life without offspring is incomplete.

It is all… your freedom.

Because, "adults" hold the education right, and you can do as you please.

Game—start!]

...

Su Ming'an finished reading the story background, his mind buzzing.

... This was entirely different from what he remembered of the Second World. While the First World still had many similarities, the Second World was completely different.

Where were the Rebels? The leader Eliwen? The free and independent Elisa?

"Hmm, quite a satirical story background, interesting." Little Nuo read it with relish: "It seems our task is to find those two players with 'white paper' identities hidden in the city... meaning only two people can win this instance."

He looked towards the city below the corridor bridge, where flyovers crisscrossed like dense spider webs, hanging with iron-gray pipelines and neon lights, densely covering the city. People dressed in white exoskeletons and laser-tight suits walked amidst the highly saturated lights.

At this moment, a panel appeared in front of each player.

...

[Danger list provided by Bunny (please avoid if possible):

No.1 Noel

No.2 Number One Player

No.3 I will offer you the most beautiful death

No.4 Ferris wheel

No.5 An Lingrong

No.6 Olivius, where are you?

No.7 Little Black

No.8 Qi Zhou

No.9 Hypocrite

No.10 Su Ming'an's Dog]

...

"The organizers are so kind, they even marked dangerous players for us?" Little Su looked at the panel.

Su Ming'an recognized the first as himself, the second as Little Su, the third as Death Cantor Bairan, the eighth as Qi Zhou, the others he couldn't recognize at all.

People around had already started to move. Some players craned their necks towards this direction, seemingly wanting to hold onto something, yet Little Su pushed Su Ming'an's wheelchair without paying them any mind.

"Those who cannot become a lighthouse hold no value, there is no point in communicating with them." Little Su said indifferently, a cold and arrogant gaze in his eyes.

Su Ming'an wore an indescribable expression.

"May I accompany you both?" Little Nuo offered a friendly smile: "There are quite a few mechanical guards and traps in this city, together we have a better chance."

Little Su glanced at the Perfect Pass Pattern Mark on Little Nuo's hand, speaking softly: "Of course you can."

"Can I travel with you?" At this moment, a child ran over, it was the same blond little boy player from earlier.

The boy looked sly, purposefully showing a naive expression, and hugged Su Ming'an's leg tightly.

"Hello~ my name is Qin Ze, I've always liked the Lighthouse theory. May I join you? My ability is [Money Transaction], I can help you~" The boy clung to Su Ming'an's leg, refusing to let go.

Before Su Ming'an could speak, a familiar voice sounded in his ear—

…

[Humph! How dare you offend the Jellyfish Emperor!]

[The Emperor's leg is not something you can touch! It's just that I am unable to move, and you purposely stick to the Emperor!]

[As the saying goes, "When the dragon is in shallow water, it gets played by the shrimp; when the tiger falls from its glory, it gets bullied by the dogs!" But is this mere puddle worthy to make a true dragon stop by? A petty curse by the Demon Race, do they dare block the Jellyfish Emperor? Watch me easily dispel it!]

…

[You can choose "Dispel the curse," please roll the dice.]

[Required Points: 15 points (Points > 15, dispel success. Points

…

…Hmm?

War God Dragon King Narration!

This is omnipotent, it can even lift curses!

Su Ming'an immediately blinked, and the War God Dragon King Narration understood his intent, a twenty-sided dice appeared before him, falling onto his knee.

…

[You rolled a "16".]

[Effect achieved: "Partially dispel the curse. You can now speak and move some of your body."]

…

All this happened in just three seconds.

Qin Ze had just latched on, before Little Su and Little Nuo could react, Su Ming'an suddenly lifted his leg high!

"Bang!"

The leg made contact with Qin Ze's cheek, his body did a perfect 360-degree turn in the air, landing on the ground in a perfect headstand pose.

Little Su and Little Nuo were dumbfounded.

"Friend, your... your leg..." They weren't concerned about whether Qin Ze was hurt, instead, they quickly checked on Su Ming'an.

"I'm fine, my leg suddenly recovered," Su Ming'an said.

"Didn't hurt while kicking? I've heard that when a leg moves suddenly, it might strain the muscles. I have a recovery potion here," Little Su squatted down to check.

This scene was like someone using a baseball bat to hit another person's head, and the onlookers were only concerned about whether the bat hurt, not the person.

"...Ugh." Qin Ze covered his head and slowly got up, glaring at Su Ming'an resentfully—wasn't he just hugging a thigh? This NPC is so petty, pretending to be disabled on purpose!

He completely ignored his own offensive behavior of latching onto someone else's leg. After all, children are always forgiven.

…

On the other side.

Two players with "Blank Paper" identities opened their eyes.

They found themselves in a large room, with delicate study tables, a full-length mirror, a wardrobe, resembling a bedroom. Strangely—the walls were not solid, but transparent glass, through which every move inside could be clearly seen from the outside.

The door was locked, with a piece of white paper stuck on it: [No going out until homework is done, do not cover the glass, adults must see your every move].

The two exchanged a glance, seeing vigilance in each other's eyes.

"——Are you one of the protagonist candidates, Bairan?" The red-haired girl with a gloomy expression, thick bangs, and wearing a dark lace dress called out the other's name.

"Let me think... you should be one of the protagonist candidates, Shi Ying." Bairan touched his chin and smiled: "In Luowasha, you are unknown, if not for becoming a candidate, no one would know who you are."

"I've heard your name since I was young. But now, you're alone too." Shi Ying said disdainfully.

"Ah ah ah." Bairan twisted, face turning red: "Are you provoking me? So exciting... except for him, no one has dared to provoke me for many years, quick, quick, say a few more words, let me savor it... I think of what kind of death I should prepare for you..."

"Psycho." Shi Ying cursed.

Bairan's face grew redder, greatly enjoying the insults: "Fantastic... this feeling, more, I beg you."

"Moron." Shi Ying cursed.

"A few more times..."

"Pervert."

The more Shi Ying cursed, the nastier it got, the more Bairan enjoyed it, until she got tired of cursing, and Bairan, covering his face and flushed, said contentedly: "Thank you, I haven't been this happy in a long time... By the way, I'm not clear about your golden finger ability."

Shi Ying spoke confidently: "You can try and see."

Bairan squinted, scrutinizing Shi Ying. He was just uncertain about Shi Ying's golden finger, hence he hadn't acted yet. After all, he knew there were several candidates with seemingly heaven-defying abilities among the eight candidates, capable of turning the tables instantly.

The two faced off for a while, suddenly both looked up as they heard a system notification.

…

——The tasks of "Blank Paper" players and "Adult" players are completely different.

"Adults" seek "Blank Papers" to become their children, to leave hope in the Floating City where breeding capability is lost.

——However, what the children want is not just "being controlled".

…

"Ding dong!"

[Here is a reminder for both of you:]

[Players with "Adult" identities win by finding "Blank Paper" players and gaining their approval.]

[Players with "Blank Paper" identities win by——]

[Before the instance ends, kill all "Adult" players who come to seek your approval.]

…

"Adults" want to fully control "children", requiring them to be obedient, complete, excellent, to replicate the previous generation's lives, and not step outside the standard lifetime.

The children waiting to be "chosen" refuse to rely on the control and orders of "adults", becoming colorful paper, picking up a blade.

This life-and-death game of unequal information——is now officially starting.

…

…

Su Ming'an stood on the street and observed for a while.

The street was filled with many idle people, most of them ragged, sallow, their eyes lackluster.

That Qin Ze who had hugged the leg, after taking a few steps, was tightly surrounded by several Mechanical Men, unsure where they took him.

"I'm thinking about something," Little Su said, stroking his chin.

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