Nameless Traveler, "If you could bring the martial arts, Inner Strength, Daoist skills, Divine Skills, and other abilities you've learned in the game into reality, would you play such a game?"
Gamer, "Of course, I would play. Is there really such a great thing?"
Nameless Traveler, "Then, if you were to die in the game, and you would also die in reality, would you still play?"
Gamer, "Let me think about it—um, I think I would play, as long as I'm careful to avoid provoking higher-level monsters."
Nameless Traveler, "What if the game was so difficult that a Little Monster at the entrance of a village could easily chop you down, would you still play?"
Gamer, "……"

Upon hearing Ye Luo's words, Xiao Jie's heart trembled.


He looked at the crimson, murky river in front of him, the seemingly endless wide river surface, his fingers holding the mouse trembled slightly.


All along, he carried a sense of guilt about Han Luo's death, like a soldier who survived the battlefield, always asking why he survived and not his comrades.


Did Xiao Jie also ask himself that question? After all, Han Luo died following him on this adventure.


He often told himself that he would revive Han Luo, revive his good brother, if given the chance.


But deep down, he always had a subconscious feeling that reviving Han Luo wasn't realistic, even a delusion.


Constantly telling himself these words was more like self-encouragement, self-comfort, or perhaps, compensating for the guilt he felt over Han Luo's death.


Chapter 774 - Chapter 27: Nether River Ray, Soul-devouring Bird