Chapter 115: Comprehension

Exactly as the king and his subordinates hurried to the city gate, Feng Yan was chatting with the city gate soldiers, talking and laughing.

The king and his entourage looked at Feng Yan and stopped in place; the soldier clearly noticed the king, hurried over and knelt on the ground, shouting: "Your Majesty the King, I, a lowly one, do not know what status these people have, so I dare not let them pass."

The king lowered his head, looked at the bowed soldier, then stretched out both hands to help the soldier up. In everyone's eyes, all were envious, yet they also felt some dissatisfaction; the soldier commander who had previously reported to the king felt the most unwilling, thinking it was just the soldier's luck. Feng Yan stood there, looking at the king's appearance, showed a smile, seeming happy for this king.

Feng Yan clapped his hands and then said: "Not bad, this place still looks not bad for now."

Upon hearing the applause, the crowd felt doubtful, and then they saw Feng Yan.

In everyone's eyes, contempt showed; they looked at Feng Yan with scornful gazes—his clothes were ragged all over, looking nothing like an adventurer, more like a beggar who just eats and waits to die.

The king raised his head, looked at the ragged Feng Yan, summoned his spirit and asked: "Are you really an adventurer?"

Feng'an said nothing, merely handing over the badge in his hand; the entourage looked at that silver badge, the portrait on it, and immediately understood—suddenly in their minds appeared the scene of the youth before them bravely fighting monsters, the youth waving his long sword battling the monster, in the battle the youth severely wounded the monster, then using his long sword he killed the monster......

"Truly, heroes emerge from youth!" the ministers said in unison.

"A hero?" Feng Yan muttered to himself, then raised his head, looking at the ministers fawning before him; for some reason, a feeling of resentment welled up in his heart.

The ministers obviously hadn't noticed Feng Yan's action, still chattering away and constantly flattering.

Until this moment arrived.

"Ah! It's you, please, please come to the palace for a chat!" a voice came from behind the ministers; they turned back, saw the prince behind them, saw Feng Yan, and felt somewhat excited. Having said that, they directly pulled Feng Yan and left.

"So, the prince knows this person." the ministers began to discuss again.

"Return to the palace!" the king said.

Exactly as the king and his subordinates hurried to the city gate, Feng Yan was chatting with the city gate soldiers, talking and laughing.

The king and his entourage looked at Feng Yan and stopped in place; the soldier clearly noticed the king, hurried over and knelt on the ground, shouting: "Your Majesty the King, I, a lowly one, do not know what status these people have, so I dare not let them pass."

The king lowered his head, looked at the bowed soldier, then stretched out both hands to help the soldier up. In everyone's eyes, all were envious, yet they also felt some dissatisfaction; the soldier commander who had previously reported to the king felt the most unwilling, thinking it was just the soldier's luck. Feng Yan stood there, looking at the king's appearance, showed a smile, seeming happy for this king.

Feng Yan clapped his hands and then said: "Not bad, this place still looks not bad for now."

Upon hearing the applause, the crowd felt doubtful, and then they saw Feng Yan.

In everyone's eyes, contempt showed; they looked at Feng Yan with scornful gazes—his clothes were ragged all over, looking nothing like an adventurer, more like a beggar who just eats and waits to die.

The king raised his head, looked at the ragged Feng Yan, summoned his spirit and asked: "Are you really an adventurer?"

Feng'an said nothing, merely handing over the badge in his hand; the entourage looked at that silver badge, the portrait on it, and immediately understood—suddenly in their minds appeared the scene of the youth before them bravely fighting monsters, the youth waving his long sword battling the monster, in the battle the youth severely wounded the monster, then using his long sword he killed the monster......

"Truly, heroes emerge from youth!" the ministers said in unison.

"A hero?" Feng Yan muttered to himself, then raised his head, looking at the ministers fawning before him; for some reason, a feeling of resentment welled up in his heart.

The ministers obviously hadn't noticed Feng Yan's action, still chattering away and constantly flattering.

Until this moment arrived.

"Ah! It's you, please, please come to the palace for a chat!" a voice came from behind the ministers; they turned back, saw the prince behind them, saw Feng Yan, and felt somewhat excited. Having said that, they directly pulled Feng Yan and left.

"So, the prince knows this person." the ministers began to discuss again.

"Return to the palace!" the king said.

Chen Hao opened the map, nodded, then put the map away, raised his head, and saw a vast pine forest before him.

The pine trees in that forest were of many varieties, each tall and straight, making people... experience their long years. How many springs and autumns have they experienced? How painful is that? Or rather, they stand there, facing difficulties head-on, thus passing through springs and autumns, enduring summer—is that pain? Or is it obsession? Guarding here, growing against the cold wind, they became the main beam. This surprised Chen Hao; even in the countryside, one can no longer see such a vast forest. Chen Hao felt regret, and at the same time said: "These things, I only hope they are not only in games in the future; otherwise, isn't that very pitiful?"

"That's not pitiful, it's tragic; what one does is just shout slogans and say useless words—but it's merely formalism; those people eat well, drink well, and talk about protecting animals on their lips, yet they are the ones who actually consume these foods." Chen Hao felt somewhat sad; he lifted his head to look at the vast pine forest before him, while being shocked at the same time, he also had an idea—to quickly find Feng Yan.

Although the pine forest is large, there is nothing noteworthy in it—just pine trees alone; and at this time, what he didn't know was that some people were talking in the sky.

"The seal has already been lifted." an old voice sounded.

"Yes, this time, what story will happen?" another voice replied, full of anticipation, continuing to say: "Hope I am not disappointed."

After their words finished, Chen Hao continued walking in the forest, looking at the map; with a sudden violent tremor, Chen Hao became alert, trying to find an open place to take refuge, meanwhile taking out his long spear.

That long spear was made again by the dwarves, using that thing from the Benefit State's treasure, adding some mysterious runes so it could be shrunk; before leaving, the dwarves gave this long spear to Chen Hao, also as a gift for their two people liberating the dwarves.

Chen Hao looked at the long spear in his hand; the spear is entirely black, spearhead and shaft cast as one piece; if not for the game enhancing his strength, Chen Hao knows he cannot use this long spear.

After a while the sounds grew quieter, Chen Hao slowly continued forward; he discovered that the original pine forest, some had already disappeared, some had sunk into the soil, and some lay fallen on the ground, the green leaves aging at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"What!" Chen Hao widened his eyes and involuntarily shouted, then raised his head to look at the sky; the sky was a hazy gray, revealing the huge hole previously blasted open by the Eternal Spear!

And on Lin Xiyan's merchant ship, looking at the sky's appearance, she also widened her eyes in surprise, saying: "How could......"

In Lin Xiyan's eyes, black sludge slanted down from the huge hole, directly pouring into the Benefit State's territory; soon the entire Benefit State was ablaze, the fire lighting up the sky, Lin Xiyan on the deck could smell the scorched burnt smell of burning bodies; Lin Xiyan furrowed her brows and returned to the cabin.

"Look, stars are falling from the sky!" the people on the ship shouted loudly.

Lin Xiyan looked at the meteors streaking across the sky, closed her eyes and made a wish.

The ship slowly sailed on the river surface, soon arriving at the destination.

The dancer died before her eyes, which she did not want to see; but another matter was what made her feel surprised.

Feng Yan liked a game character, merely a virtual one.

This puzzled her, but seeing the dancer die before her eyes in that instant, she understood: actually, Feng Yan hoped to obtain true love, or perhaps care.

"Feng Yan, I've come." Lin Xiyan whispered.

Yang Xin raised his head to look at the firelight, smiled, and said: "Fire, oh, really fire."

Wang Tingwan shook her head, looking at that huge hole; the black sludge still poured into the Benefit State's territory, soon no one would exist there.

As the shouts gradually faded, Wang Tingwan felt sorrow for them, saying: "How pitiful, to die in such pain."

"It's just a game." Yang Xin said calmly.

Wang Tingwan didn't respond; they clearly knew that here, everything, they treated him as a toy, yet there was genuine immersion in the role.

"Feng Yan? Maybe, there's no possibility anymore." Wang Tingwan whispered to herself, while also gradually feeling the difference between him and Yang Xin.

"It seems my choice was wrong! Or is it 'three men make a tiger'?" Wang Tingwan thought, closing her eyes.

"What's wrong with you?" Yang Xin asked doubtfully.

"Nothing? You and Feng Yan have also been friends for four years, right?" Wang Tingwan deliberately avoided answering, instead wanting to hear the past story of him and Feng Yan.

"That's indeed been a long time, so I couldn't tell him about you and me. Look, now we can't be friends together." Yang Xin felt somewhat dejected, lowered his head; he missed the days when they were good friends, but also understood that time had passed, and he and he would never have that day again.

Wang Tingwan stopped speaking, the large hole above the sky no longer continued to pour black mud, which made Wang Tingwan feel better.

The two walked along the small path, and there was no more talking on the road.

"Ahead is the next place." Yang Xin pointed at the city ahead and said.