Max Med looked at the bright sunlight above his head, and his violent running made his lungs feel like he had swallowed a piece of red coal.
Every breath brings with it the slightest sting and the burning air.
Life seems to have become extremely heavy at this moment.
But there was no pain in Max Med's eyes.
He breathed in the air in big mouthfuls, breathing so greedily and hard...
The air mixed with the smell of some kind of animal feces or body fluids doesn't smell that good.
But at this moment, in Max Mader's view, every breath of air was fresh and sweet.
Because this is the taste of freedom and hope...
He finally escaped from that hell-like place.
The origin of civilization did not come with flowers and fine wine.
More often than not, it is filled with rusty blood and wailing.
Even in this world that has been ruled by modern technology, there are still some areas that are in a jaw-dropping primitive state.
The fangs of capital are sucking greedily here, and the ugliness of human nature is vividly displayed here.
In the mine several hundred meters above the ground, the atmosphere of civilization is far away.
What remains is the ancient law that has set civilization back thousands of years: the weak eat the strong, and the fittest survive.
This is not the twisted hostility between those who have also suffered the same miserable fate.
It was a helpless and bloody choice when the resources for survival became extremely scarce.
Killing or dying is not such a difficult choice in the dark world hundreds of meters above the ground.
Max Med still doesn't know why those rulers always provide food and resources that are far from enough to consume.
After all, the labor of living is valuable.
He doesn't understand, even now...
Living in that dark place until now, Max Med's hands are stained with blood.
Every time the robber's throat was cut, it was a painful ordeal for Max Mader.
Not everyone is accustomed to killing.
In other words, in that vast sea of people, there are always some people who gain from blood other than cruelty and contempt for life.
It is a kind of helpless compassion, an unyielding light struggling from pain.
If he follows the established trajectory, Max Med will eventually be buried in the primitive mine full of dangers.
There are too many elements there that can bring life to a complete end.
But later, a high fever gave Max Mader a new lease of life...
Max Med still remembers that night, in the dark and cold mine, he had an unimaginable high fever, and death seemed to be approaching him little by little.
The high fever had blurred his consciousness, and no one wanted to get close to him.
Being sick in a dark mine is no more deadly than a rusty shovel in the hands of others.
They waited quietly for Max Mader to die, for this strong man to lose his life completely.
This is something to be thankful for - a strong competitor has disappeared, and they may be able to obtain more abundant food.
Max Mader could no longer remember the countless eyes staring at him in the darkness.
He seemed to have had an extremely long dream, and he became a gladiator, fighting day after day.
It was also there that he got his name - Max Mader.
Prior to this, Max Med did not have a name that belonged to the civilized era.
Before he could even get his own name in the tribe where he was born, he was taken to the cold mine with a gun by those people.
The cold and dark environment made his skin slightly white, but overall he still inherited the characteristics of people of color.
Max Mader remembered that in that long dream, a girl named Yulia rescued him.
Then, there is a longer story...
But no matter how long the story is, it will come to an end. When Max Mader woke up from the edge of death, the endless anger in his body was aroused.
He became a new berserker, with the legendary Celtic blood of Siddi blood flowing in his body.
Everything seems to be different, but for Max Mader, his story has just begun...
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"Tips from the Comprehensive Network Plane: One Comprehensive Network player has died in this plane. It has been detected that the number of Comprehensive Network players in the current version is lower than the test version requirements, and supplements are being made..."
"Complete the supplement, the current number of players on the comprehensive network of the test version of the material world is: 100/100"
"Is this... a player dead?"
Eliza looked at the prompt message refreshing on her retina with some surprise.
Everyone has their own different views on death.
But in the end, it is more the fear of death.
Eliza is no exception. She is afraid of death, just like flowers that are afraid of withering.
But Eliza rarely thinks about it, even the death of a loved one seems extremely distant.
She can understand the minds of animals, but cannot understand death.
The death of a loved one can only make her feel sad.
But that kind of grief is the reluctance to leave the deceased elders.
Young lives cannot empathize with and understand those old bodies.
Those souls who, in their twilight years, gradually feel the call from below the horizon...
And the complete death of a comprehensive network player was like biting cold water pouring on her head.
She once again recalled the great fear of the end of her life.
Eliza began to fall into deep thought. For her, the death of ordinary Internet players like her was a more direct and bloody reality.
After all, compared to other identities, the role of Zongwang player, which is different from billions of people, allows her to feel up close - not the warmth of happiness, but the biting cold...
The Maine Coon cat next to her kept rubbing her body, and Eliza could feel its concern.
At this time, the impact of the death of online players seems to have faded a lot.
At least, she is not alone in this world.
"Will you face death with me?"
Eliza picked up the Maine Coon cat and looked into its beautiful eyes and said.
Naturally, Eliza didn't get any answers, but she was not disappointed.
That answer was not something a Maine Coon cat could give her.
She believed that in the vast starry sky, there must be the answer she longed for.
There will definitely be a partner who can face cold death with her...
The world of death is a cold and boring darkness.
Then Eliza felt that she would find a partner to dance with her in the world below the horizon.
Maybe at that time, the coldness of death will no longer be so biting and awe-inspiring...