# 1788
Chapter 1788
Chapter 1781: Player Shen Qingzhu, Death
Only when all three players die will the game be judged a failure, which means there's more room for maneuver—this is good news for them.
"Alright." Lin Qiye nodded slightly. "Be careful yourself."
Six gray feathered wings stretched out from behind Shen Qingzhu, startling the surrounding audience. The gust of wind rose, and Shen Qingzhu's figure swept across the entire venue from mid-air, finally landing steadily on the wide stage.
After his body was digitized, most of the Angel of Silence's abilities had dimmed, leaving only a few of the most basic ones—flight was one of them.
The moment Shen Qingzhu landed on the stage, the LED screen embedded in the stage floor suddenly lit up with uniform red light, illuminating nearly a thousand square meters of the stage in scarlet brilliance.
"No fan interactions during the performance哦~~"
Standing in the center of the stage, singing and dancing, Aimeimei waved an apologetic index finger at Shen Qingzhu, then playfully winked her right eye.
Shen Qingzhu had anticipated this. He immediately closed his eyes.
—Skill 1 Check... Check failed.
"Sorry." Shen Qingzhu spoke calmly. His fingertips lifted slightly, and the air before him twisted abruptly. A blinding cluster of fire ignited from nothing, instantly transforming into a large fireball several meters in radius.
With a fireball of this size, annihilating an enemy with only 200 HP was absolutely doable. This was also because Shen Qingzhu had weakened it countless times to avoid harming nearby spectators... after all, an attack power of over seventy thousand was no laughing matter.
The moment the firelight erupted in the venue, the audience below let out waves of exclamations.
Aimeimei stood under the spotlight, but due to the "Death Ink" skill, Shen Qingzhu couldn't look at her, so he had no idea what her expression was. He simply released the fireball toward her approximate location!
But in that instant, several figures frantically climbed onto the scarlet stage, shouting as they threw themselves at Shen Qingzhu!
"Don't you dare hurt Meimei!!"
"We'll defend Meimei's safety unto death!!"
"Meimei, don't be afraid! Sisters will protect you!"
The fireball flew across half the stage when a spectator voluntarily threw themselves into it, instantly burning to ash amid agonized screams.
Shen Qingzhu's pupils constricted sharply!
Almost simultaneously, his body exploded!
Bang—!!
Blood sprayed across the scarlet stage like a blooming flesh firework. Shen Qingzhu's form vanished completely.
Player Shen Qingzhu, Death.
At the spot where he died, a dark red countdown panel appeared:
—10:00
—09:59
—09:58
—...
Seeing this, Lin Qiye and Yuzuri Takishiro's expressions immediately grew grave.
"Task Requirement 2: During the mission, no damage may be inflicted upon ordinary spectators present. Otherwise, the one who causes damage will die immediately..." Lin Qiye murmured in a low voice. "Have those spectators gone mad? Fighting over each other to die for Aimeimei?"
"Their settings are all Aimeimei's die-hard fans... They couldn't possibly watch Aimeimei fall into danger." Yuzuri Takishiro contemplated briefly. "But, Qingzhu's sacrifice did yield some gains. At the very least, it reminded us of the role these spectators play, and we learned the resurrection time after death."
Before Lin Qiye could say anything more, Aimeimei's clear voice echoed through the venue again:
"It seems some bad people have sneaked in... Security uncles, work hard, okay! Don't worry, everyone! Next song, 'LoveiMi,' is for all of you~~ Hope you guys stay happy forever~"
As the cute music started playing, the scene heated up again. These spectators completely forgot the bloody scene just moments ago, falling into a state of complete frenzy.
—Aimeimei released Skill 3, 【Security Team Summon】
The moment this line of small text floated out, several afterimages in the crowd shot toward Lin Qiye and the other. They moved like phantoms through all the spectators, coming and going freely within this venue packed with tens of thousands of people.
"糟糕，绝不能在这里跟保安队战斗。" Yuzuri Takishiro当即开口，"这里观众太多了，一旦动手必然会造成误伤，要是我们两个也因为触犯规则被抹杀，那就直接ga
"All of Aimeimei's die-hard fans should be concentrated in this venue where they can see her. There should be very few people in the Gymnasium's indoor space. Let's lead them there to fight these security guards!" Lin Qiye果断开口。
Yuzuri Takishiro agreed, and the two quickly pushed through the crowd toward the indoor venue.
Unlike Shen Qingzhu, who had brought his own flight skill into the game, they could only move this way. Moreover, Lin Qiye didn't even dare use much force when pushing through the crowd, afraid that his strength might "damage" these spectators and get himself instantly erased.
But compared to the security team that could move ignoring terrain, their speed through the crowd was still much slower. Before they even reached the entrance of the indoor venue, three afterimages appeared behind them.
One bald security guard roared angrily, his fists erupting with dark golden radiance like two millstones smashing heavily toward their backs!
Lin Qiye's eyes narrowed. His figure directly flashed behind Yuzuri Takishiro, pulling him into protection. Two dark golden millstones simultaneously struck his back, sending him flying like a broken kite, crashing through the indoor venue's emergency door, and falling into the corridor.
【-19723】
【-20113】
Two damage numbers floated above Lin Qiye. He slowly rose from the shattered bricks, first checking Yuzuri Takishiro beneath him—who hadn't suffered a scratch.
He exhaled slightly in relief.
These security guards' attack power was actually that high? Each punch could deal twenty thousand damage?
He knew that Yuzuri Takishiro's HP was barely over two thousand. If that punch had landed on him, he would've been one-hit killed without question.
Of course... for Lin Qiye, this was nothing at all. Even taking both punches simultaneously, the HP bar above his head only shrank by a sliver. His total HP was over 1.1 million—taking these two hits had reduced it by less than 4%.
"Thanks, Seven Night Brother." Yuzuri Takishiro stood up, his gaze falling on the three security guards ahead.
"Target: 【Security·Bald】
HP: 130,000
Skills: 【Charge】【Strength of an Ox】【Invincible Golden Body】【Mighty Roar】"
The moment he spotted the bald security guard who had struck earlier, a panel popped up. Yuzuri Takishiro wore an expression of vindication:
"These security guards all have decent panels and abilities. They're elite monsters we can't afford to underestimate..."
"They can move ignoring terrain. If we don't deal with them, they'll keep dogging us." Lin Qiye's hand rested on the Straight Blade at his waist, killing intent permeating outward. "Gaming isn't my forte... But combat? That's where I excel."