Lost

[So, how many people can save up Free Attribute Points in advance?]

[How could we possibly survive! We're already giving it our all every day!]

[Right!]

[I'm playing with mud! I'm playing with mud! I'm playing with mud!]

Su Luo glanced at the relevant posts in the Regional Channels and forums, then directly opened the massive knowledge base Storage in her Personal Channel.

The System Panel scrolled wildly at an astonishing speed, with countless difficult formulas, theories, and various kinds of knowledge turning into a pure torrent of information, which he greedily and indiscriminately imprinted deep into his memory.

This is a highly efficient, yet extremely tedious, method of information hoarding.

While it's dry, it's also really not interesting.

Su Luo fell asleep after reciting for a while...

In the dark, vast starry Starry Sky of consciousness, Su Luo's figure slowly coalesced.

The moment he appeared, this rational territory, which had become stagnant after his departure, was instantly infused with vitality and began to slowly operate according to the established rules.

"Xiao Luo, go outside."

Su Luo briefly said something, took over everything in the Dreamscape, and then appeared in the Library to begin studying.

In reality, the absolutely rational virtual Consciousness Entity that he created with his own hands silently took over control of his physical body, maintaining basic physiological activities and continuing the mechanical work of memorization.

In the Dreamscape, the Starry Sky in the background was still mostly dark, with only a bright and dazzling Stars occasionally visible.

In the darkness, the external memory process was underway, and one by one, dark and dim Stars slowly emerged.

As Su Luo picked up a book and began to study and understand it, a pitch-black Stars began to twinkle slightly, as if it had been infused with energy, struggling to break free from the darkness of ignorance, growing brighter and brighter...

Inside the crimson-hued special Sanctuary, Song Shige sat quietly on a chair made of the skeleton of an unknown creature, calmly reviewing various pieces of information.

He no longer needed to worry about the operation of the Mutual Aid Association; a system composed of professional and loyal members had already taken shape.

Those "withered branches" that had been corrupted by power and desire have been personally cut down by him. What remains, at least on the surface, is that no one dares to challenge the Order he established with absolute power.

He slowly rose, walked to the edge of the Sanctuary, and stared intently at the thick, eerie darkness outside the door that seemed to devour everything.

He wasn't thinking about the Mutual Aid Association, but... something much further away.

In this boundless darkness, a once glorious civilization is struggling and weeping amidst mud and blood.

Driven by the most fervent hope of survival, it is tearing itself apart, unleashing its own madness.

Once upon a time, he thought that those grand narratives and glories about the survival of civilization and the Tinder ethnicity were far removed from him, a lowly soldier who only wanted to survive.

Only now, when he truly stands in the position of the Fate of an organization, or even a region, does a belated realization strike like a thunderclap.

So... I'm that amazing?

One of the top few hundred Class Change changers in the world.

Those who possess Forbidden Class.

The president of the Mutual Aid Association, who holds the Life and Death thousands in his hands, even... personally participated in a World Destruction Endgame, attempting to avert disaster.

Oh.

He's already quite tall; he should be able to hold up the sky.

But he had already failed once in this ambitious endeavor.

This time, facing a more brutal and far-reaching "survival trial" in the real world, can he succeed?

Every professional in the world, except for that one person, has already failed once.

Can they succeed?

The torch of human civilization has once again been pushed to the edge of a precipice, with raging winds and flickering flames.

Whether they are powerful professionals who have transcended the competition within the region, or ordinary Survivors struggling at the bottom, a collective sense of bewilderment about the Future Spread silently like Plague.

Whenever their gaze involuntarily drifts into the distance, darkness silently persists...

Song Shige shook his head violently, then gripped the Zhanmadao that had accompanied him in slaying monsters and traitors. Dark red energy flowed through the blade like breath.

Without further hesitation, he took a step forward, his imposing figure resolutely disappearing into the despairing darkness...

[Monster Tide Wave 10, Regional Livestream Forced On]

[I caught the live stream! Sunflower seeds and drinks for sale in the front row!]

[Hey guys, watching the live stream again?]

[Why not watch? I'm going to die anyway, so I might as well see how the masters fight and be more careful in my next life.]

[Still watching? Didn't you see the World Channel saying we're going to die?]

[You believe him just like that, kid? Unbelievable.]

[Exactly, everyone dies eventually. Sooner or later, you die anyway. Even if you're going to die eventually, you can still live a little longer, right? Enjoy life while you can!]

[I approve of you.]

A flurry of comments scrolled across the live stream Plane. Su Luo glanced at them casually and was somewhat surprised to find that the Survivors in Zone 76, under immense pressure to survive, generally exhibited a strange, almost reckless optimism.

His gaze inadvertently swept over the boundless darkness outside the Laboratory, and he felt that the pure blackness was somewhat jarring.

With a slight thought, hundreds of incandescent fireballs roared out as if they were alive, like miniature Suns, illuminating the area around him as bright as day.

With the Monster Tide just over and the Mutual Aid Association's materials yet to arrive, the Laboratory's renovation plan had to be temporarily shelved.

Even for him, sustained high-intensity deep learning requires some adjustment.

The auxiliary Consciousness Entity "Xiao Luo" timely reminded him of the dynamics of the real world, so Su Luo took the opportunity to break free from his deep Dreamscape learning and return to reality. He brewed himself a cup of tea and leisurely watched the live broadcast that the system had forcibly started.

I just wanted to watch other people's live streams.

This time, a total of eleven people challenged the tenth wave of monsters.

The original live stream mechanism only started when there were fewer than five challengers, so Su Luo thought she wouldn't be able to watch the live stream this time with the Monster Tide.

I only just found out that the live stream would be forcibly started when someone reached the tenth wave.

This is a good thing for the challengers, as it at least provides them with another viewpoint in the Livestream Room stream to aid their combat.

Of these eleven people, nine were top Survivors nurtured by the Mutual Aid Association guild. Su Luo recognized several of their faces; they were all members of the team that had once lingered in front of the [Wizard's Abandoned Experimental Field] Dungeon, trying to obtain Class Change Certificate.

Thinking about it this way, being stationed at the entrance of the Dungeon does indeed make me seem a bit like a gatekeeper.

Su Luo blew away the foam on the rim of her teacup and calmly began to enjoy the live stream.

Previously, others watched his live streams; now the roles are reversed, which has a unique charm.