Resurrection Empire-Chapter 991 - 381: Meaningless Fervor

In the next two minutes, something happened that left Ren Zhong stupefied.

The first suicide bomber, by blowing themselves up, also took several companions along with them.

The other members of the Self-help Alliance not only showed no anger but seemed as if they had been suddenly awakened.

Previously, their minds were filled with only one thought—to kill Hu Yang. They even forgot the nature of the human game, neither considering surrender nor realizing that even if they couldn't kill Hu Yang, they could at least take down a few of Hu Yang's comrades to vent their anger.

The aftereffects of brainwashing by Number 38 finally surfaced.

They had already lost the ability of logical association, their thinking reduced to pure linear advancement.

Analyzing the situation, they reached the sole conclusion that if they couldn't kill Hu Yang, everything was meaningless.

Seeing no chance of killing Hu Yang, they were trapped in immense guilt for being unable to fulfill Number 38's wish, unable to extricate themselves.

Their guilty feelings were like steam trapped in a high-pressure cooker, continuously accumulating and churning, yet finding no outlet for release.

Now they knew what to do.

"We can at least express our shame and repentance with self-punishment."

And so, one by one, the remaining members of the Self-help Alliance aimed guns at their own temples, pulled the pins on grenades and held them in their hands, or pointed cannons at the ground in front of them.

Amidst a flurry of gunfire and explosions, within a mere twenty seconds, the over two hundred surviving members of the Self-help Alliance simultaneously committed suicide.

Their actions were so synchronized, their determination so resolute, and their execution so decisive—it was almost unbelievable.

Just an instant before, the battlefield had been blazing with intense fighting, and now it was suddenly dead silent, leaving only a scene of devastation.

Hu Yang and her subordinates looked at each other, speechless.

Ren Zhong also stared wide-eyed at this ghostly, horror movie-like scene, unable to speak for a long time.

Even though he had already realized the threat of Number 38, reality still exceeded his imagination.

These people had been sold out so clearly by Number 38, yet not one of them recognized the problem, and they went to the extent of using their lives to complete the final step of their foolish loyalty.

Ren Zhong thought that if it weren't for his existence, Number 38, with just this one ability, could become the absolute protagonist in the entire history of Source Star civilization.

On the scene, after a brief rest, Hu Yang sat on the ground looking slightly empty and lost.

Her adjutant sat beside her, speaking in a slightly painful and puzzled tone, "Sister Hu, we've won."

Hu Yang nodded, "Yes."

Adjutant: "But the game isn't over yet; only one person can leave alive. Now...what should we do?"

Before the enemy disappeared, Hu Yang and her comrades were extremely united because they had a clear goal.

But now, everyone had to face harsh reality.

It was time to make a choice.

Hu Yang thought for a moment, then stood up first, looking at the tall wall blocking the game field in the distance, and said slowly, "Don't worry, in ten minutes or so, I can contact Mr. Ren, and he will find a way."

The adjutant asked, "What if...I mean, what if he..."

Hu Yang shook her head, "I believe Mr. Ren won't lie to me."

The adjutant acknowledged, "I also believe in the reputable Mr. Ren, but we still have to consider objective facts. Sister Hu, look, there are so many of us still alive now...over seven hundred people! It's unheard of for this many people to be redeemed in a game at once. Especially since we are now so united. What the citizens most want to see is the tragic drama of us turning against each other, right? This is the climax of the human game, and we are about to become the best performers. They wouldn't want to give that up."

Someone beside him said, "Yes, the Paradise Club has to make money. They definitely won't let Mr. Ren redeem everyone. That's a certainty."

Hu Yang was silent.

What the adjutant said was indeed the truth.

Even if she believed Ren Zhong could definitely redeem some people, including herself, her comrades' concerns were also very reasonable.

It was at this moment that a loyal subordinate of Hu Yang walked over.

This was a sharpshooter who had gradually come into prominence in recent battles, reacting quickly, shooting accurately, and being exceptionally strong.

So far, this sharpshooter's record was among the top five in the entire Hu Yang army, recognized as a master.

At this moment, he held a gun in his hand, but it wasn't pointed at Hu Yang, it was aimed at his own temple.

His eyes filled with tears, he slowly said, "Sister Hu, if in the end, only one person can walk out alive, if I keep winning in the upcoming internal confrontation, I will eventually face you. Although you said you would give us a fair chance to duel, I don't want it. I don't want to point my gun at you. The members of the Self-help Alliance could go this far, so can I! I can't control others. I can only control myself. So..."

As he was speaking, the handgun on Hu Yang's shoulder fired abruptly, and knocked the gun from his hand.

Hu Yang glared at him, "We're fighting for fairness and dignity; we want fairness! What is this? Are you looking down on me? Are you denying our persistence?"

His gun-holding right hand trembled violently, shaking his head repeatedly, "No, that's not it. I think Sister Hu, you have more talent. If you walk out of here alive, you can achieve greater accomplishments and stand in a higher position, giving my family outside more hope."

Just then, on the other side, Hu Yang's adjutant and several others had, at some unknown point, raised their guns to aim at their own necks.

Hu Yang was anxious and shouted, "Stop! Everyone, stop! I said wait just another ten minutes! What's your hurry? If you say it's for your families outside, aren't there people here without families also wanting to live? Have you thought about that?"

Seeing the others still unmoved, Hu Yang gritted her teeth, "Alright then, if it has to be this way, fine, we all die together."

As she spoke, she lifted a bomb in her hand and placed her finger on the safety lock.

She finally controlled the situation.

While it was also suicide, the mental state that Hu Yang and her comrades displayed was completely different from that of the Self-help Alliance.

Players and spectators saw absolute selfishness and a web of lies resulting in a humanitarian disaster in the Self-help Alliance and in Number 38, perfectly fitting the citizens' conventional perception of low-grade humans—despicable individuals of the wild.

But the objective reality they now saw in Hu Yang and her comrades glimmered with the brilliance of human nature.

The contrast struck the audience with a strong discomfort and caused many citizens to have an internal conflict. 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦

They secretly wondered, which is the true face of low-grade humans?

Of course, even in such a scene, some lamented that Ren Zhong's ability to brainwash might exceed that of Number 38.

It's truly terrifying.

Around this time, Ren Zhong was not idle either; he was using Ma Xiaocheng as the intermediary, personally negotiating directly with the high-level person in the Deep Communication Group responsible for the Humanity Park sector.

The high-level person in the park really did not want the main event to be interrupted, as it would negatively impact this top-level entertainment program.

No matter what Ren Zhong said, he only agreed to let Ren Zhong redeem at most five people.

However, once Ren Zhong used the progress of the Revival Plan to pressure Ma Xiaocheng, everything was decided.

With the alarm sounding again, all equipment inside the arena was temporarily frozen, and the game ended.

An opening automatically unfolded in the glass wall in front of Ren Zhong.

He leaped forward.

A flying device drifted to his feet, carrying him and streaking straight ahead.

It was time for his entrance.