Walking Daddy - Side Story 3: Stories of Russia (3)

“My name is Yang Jian, when you are reading this, I am already dead.”A mysterious sheepskin scroll, an eye that peers into darkness, this is the tale of a survivor

The smell of blood invaded my nostrils. I watched helplessly as the woman standing over me raised her sword. I was completely drained, I had no mana left, no items, nothing. As the crimson tendrils held me down by my arms and legs, all I could do was wait for my death.

As the sword drew near, I felt the last bit of courage I had disappear. I was going to die. Alone. In this god forsaken place filled with evil. And for what? To protect those ‘friends’? The same people who mocked me, took advantage of, and used me?

Oh, who am I trying to fool? I was here only because of my own greed. Because I wanted to be useful to someone. Because I wanted to that group to need me. To value me. To have a reason to keep me around. How naïve I was, thinking that power would grant those wishes. All it did was help build a wall between me and everyone else.

The sword approached. I saw the purple light reflect off the sword’s blade. After everything I went through, I hadn’t expected my death to be by the hands of another player. I saw her smile, but this time I didn’t think it was beautiful. It was an ugly smile because it was genuine. She was enjoying watching me die. She was enjoying killing me.

The sword struck my chest and pierced my heart. I let out a scream of pain and agony. The pain was so real, all of this was so real. It shouldn’t be, but it was. What should have been a simple game had become my new reality – all of our new reality. A reality filled with magic, war, blood, and death.

My vision darkened as the pain slowly faded. I felt the last of my vitality leave my body. It felt cold. I wondered to myself, when would I stop being? When would my thoughts disappear?

Soon, I saw those words I feared for all this time appear before me. “DEATH”, in the pale blue font the game always used. They remained suspended in the air for several seconds. It was over. After a long time of fighting, grinding, and exploring, it was finally over. I had died. This was the end of my story.

Suddenly, words before me shifted and changed into something different. I took a shallow breath as I heard a faint heartbeat.

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war, blood, and betrayal carved him into something else. A legend. A killer. A mercenary whose name struck fear into both criminals and so-called heroes alike.But now, the world had changed. Lines blurred between right and wrong, between justice and vengeance. Should he step into the light, wear the mask of a hero, and fight for a cause greater than himself? Or should he embrace the darkness that had always been his home, a place where morality was just another illusion?“Don’t box me in with your shallow ideas of good and evil,” he muttered, his voice calm but edged with danger. “I do what I want, when I want.”The air was thick with tension as he moved like a shadow through the dimly lit room. The writer had no time to react—one moment, he was scribbling nonsense about legends and myths; the next, a cold barrel pressed against the back of his head.The figure smirked beneath his mask, eyes gleaming with something between amusement and menace.“You wanna write fiction?” he whispered. “Then let me show you how real legends are made.”A single gunshot shattered the silence.As the writer’s body slumped over the desk, the man holstered his weapon, stepping into the faint glow of a flickering neon light.“It’s that simple,” he said, his voice unwavering. “I’m Deathstroke.”

Inexplicably, there was an app on Jiang Yu’s phone that couldn’t be uninstalled. After a suggestive opening animation loaded, a sentence appeared on the screen: … What is your wish that you most want to realize?
Jiang Yu, who doesn’t believe in ghosts and gods, couldn’t hold back after all, and made a wish for her parents to be resurrected.
Then the screen restarted, and a new line of words was displayed in the center of the phone——
[Welcome to the world where power is paramount. 】
Waking up again, Jiang Yu was in a strange bus, next to a player in the same situation as her, and the announcement sounded in the car: “There is an experienced person among you, please find out his existence.”
This is the beginning of the infinite world full of horror.

In a dungeon, Jiang Yu met Shi Jun, who was the number one ranked S-100% under the alias of “Zhong Yu” disguised as a rookie.
At this time, Shi Jun pretended to be a soft and weak little white flower, while observing Jiang Yu closely.
Her eyes on Jiang Yu were full of interest. Seeing Jiang Yu’s calm, rational, and heart-warming performance, Shi Jun couldn’t help but smile slightly.
No one can live without shame in this infinite world, but this person in front of him is an exception.
While pretending to be afraid, Shi Jun took the other’s hand, while lowering her eyes to hide the smile in her eyes.
Such beautiful roses made her want to pick them, plant them in her own garden, and taste them to her heart’s content.

The infinite world is full of dangers, and even if Jiang Yu has a calm judgment, she still struggles.
But she knew that she could not retreat, otherwise not only would she not be able to realize her wish, she would even die without a place to bury her.
At this moment, a woman with a strong fragrance of flowers found her, and pointedly tapped Jiang Yu’s lips: “Surviving, escaping, and fulfilling wishes are all difficult things for newcomers. If you are not careful, you will be smashed to pieces. But-”
“I can protect you, but I only protect one kind of person, Little Rose, do you know what kind of person it is?”

At first, Shi Jun just wanted to pick this rose.
Later, Shi Jun wanted to keep her for a long time and let her bloom in his palm.

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