The Super Player had returned. In just one month, he seemed to have grown even stronger. One by one, he killed every member of the special forces, saving the researcher for last.
By then, the researcher had been driven half-mad by prolonged mental strain.
As the death toll rose and vast sums of money and resources were spent, more and more people began to condemn the researcher. The Super Player himself was the victim, after all, and therefore more likely to draw sympathy. It had all started with the researcher, while the Super Player had once again proved his worth. Whether he pursued scientific research or became a player, he could have been a pillar of the nation. Instead, the jealousy of one mediocre man had driven him to oppose the country.
Terror of death, relentless abuse, and the occasional sudden attack drove the researcher to frantically defend himself. He insisted that he had only made a small mistake; the city government and the research institute were the ones who had truly wanted to kill people. He hadn't even been the one holding the gun, so why should he suffer like this?
People argued and debated with him every day, until the day the final chapter began. Then a message answered his repeated questions once and for all.
"Because when you raised the syringe, you intended to harm someone. Your reasons don't matter. You deserve to die."
The message itself wasn't particularly eye-catching, but after seeing it, the researcher immediately asked whether the sender was the Super Player.
That was when things blew up. Right after that, the researcher started a livestream online and sat waiting in front of his computer.
He was certain the Super Player had written that reply. He even used those words to taunt him over