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Chapter 1042 Chapter One Thousand and Forty · "Please let me not wake up."

"The sixth one of the top 100 Dream Tour anchors this time! He has 36 million fans, and has exceeded 100 million with "Miss Demon King Arrives at the Moon Era (Updated to p32 and "Online Construction of the Demon King's Mansion in the Steam Age". "Please call me Miss Demon King," a super-popular Entertainment Dream Tour host with a sweet appearance who mainly plays videos in the entertainment industry."

 “Please invite Miss Demon King to come to the stage to receive the award!”

On the bizarre stage, the host wearing a red and white rabbit costume held a microphone high. The enthusiasm of the entire audience was brought to its peak.

  This is the award ceremony of the Dream Tour anchor in the year 830.

In order to motivate Dream Tour anchors, every year, the world will evaluate the hundreds of millions of Dream Tour anchors on the entire Internet, and select the top 100 Dream Tour anchors based on the number of fans, popularity, contribution, topicality and other results. People can watch the ceremony just by wearing the Dream Patrol helmet, and tens of millions of people are watching.

Although three years have passed, due to the death of the first Dream Patrol player, Dream Patrol games are still stuck at four, and the fifth game has not yet been launched.

As the Doll Rabbit host read the name of "Miss Devil King", the audience's enthusiasm reached its peak. They waved their glow sticks enthusiastically and expressed their love without hesitation:

 “Miss Demon King—Miss Demon King!”

“I always like your smile—it was Miss Demon King’s live broadcast that healed me!”

“Miss Demon King deserves to be the top 100 dream tour anchors! Keep going! Become the most powerful entertainment dream tour anchor!”

 Pink hair, bright purple eyes, and a smile that heals people's hearts.

The image of Miss Demon King has long been deeply rooted in people's hearts.

With scarlet devil horns in her hair and a pink and white tutu, the girl walked onto the stage dancing to the music. Her overall tone looked extremely dreamy. When people see her for the first time, words like "sweet", "beautiful" and "healing" come to mind.

“Miss Demon King is here—!” the girl shouted, blinking and smiling. A pink special effect appeared all over her body, as if a pair of devil's wings were spreading behind her.

 People are familiar with this action. Every night, when Miss Devil starts airing at eight o'clock in the evening, she will say hello like this. When she ends her live broadcast at three or four in the morning, she will say goodbye to the camera with a smile like this.

 The most attractive thing about her is her unique vitality. Other Dream Patrol anchors occasionally show negative emotions. Only she doesn't. From beginning to end, she has a smile that heals people's hearts, and she smiles even when she encounters the most disgusting things.

The Doll Rabbit host read her award speech: "Miss Demon King's experience can be called legendary. Three years ago, she was just a fledgling new anchor. She broadcast "Cat and Her" for more than half a year and its popularity was mediocre. But because she was in the first Yimeng Xunjia appeared in a live broadcast and suddenly became popular. During the duration of the first tower, she blocked a sword for the No. 1 Meng Xunjia and was recognized by the entire network."

"Since then, Miss Demon King has lived up to the love of fans. In the past three years, her entertainment videos have been very popular. Her daily live broadcasts are also full of energy, and she is called 'Miss Demon King who always smiles'! With three With 16 million fans, we deserve to be ranked sixth on the entire network!"

On the bizarre stage, Miss Demon King took the golden trophy with a smile and rubbed it gently on her face, as if she was nostalgic for this moment.

Looking at the vast starry sky of the audience, looking at the love and smiles on their faces, looking at the posters and banners of Miss Demon King...

O God.

At this moment, Su Luoluo felt almost eternal happiness.

 The spotlight shone on her, and the number of fans increased by hundreds and hundreds, and the number jumped like a rocket. At this moment, the entire Internet is watching her because she is the sixth-ranked Dream Tour anchor.

O God.

 Her cheek pressed against the cold golden trophy.

If this is a dream... If I open my eyes, I will still be the loser Surolo who lives in a barren hut and endures the beatings of his gambling father every day...

 Please let me not wake up.

“Miss Demon King—Miss Demon King—Miss Demon King—”

 An overwhelming cheer.

Such a fierce love, such a strong love...

Suloluo held the trophy high, and the special effects of the little devil's wings unfolded behind him:

“I will continue to work hard and be committed to bringing you more entertainment live broadcasts and videos. Miss Demon King has been in the world for three and a half years, and she will continue to inspect the world - please support me!”

 …

 After stepping down, Su Luoluo received greetings from many Dream Tour anchors. Three years ago, these anchors were beyond her reach, but now they are not as good as her.

  A young man stood up. He was wearing a simple white shirt. But even with such a simple outfit, it still attracts the admiration of many people.

“We will do more collaborations in the future.” Yi Zhongyu’s voice was concise and capable, and the peak of his eyebrows was like a knife.

Su Luoluo smiled and blinked: "Okay."

 There is no doubt that Yi Zhongyu is among the top three. The linkage is to increase Su Luoluo's popularity and has no benefit to Yi Zhongyu. But in the past three years, he has always proposed to link up with her and try his best to help her increase her popularity, as if he was trying desperately to make up for something.

 Suluolo lowered his eyelids.

 …Perhaps, Yi Zhongyu is remembering someone he can no longer see by helping her and through her figure.

She walked back holding the gold trophy. When she reached the corner of the backstage, she heard some discordant sounds:

"Miss Demon King is actually ranked sixth on the list? It's great. You can become so popular just by chatting with the otaku audience."

"She is neither a strong person like Yi Zhongyu, nor a technical anchor like North. She is so popular just because she has a good-looking leather sheath and a sweet voice. I have seen her videos, and the editing is good Just like that, the program is very effective and the audience likes it."

“I’ve long been fed up with her fans. They all seem to be living in a dream and regard her as a real devil. I really don’t think there is any devil in the world.”

"Hmph... The main thing is that she got the glory of the old god. After the old **** died, she suddenly became popular. Maybe people regarded her as a friend of the old god, so they took care of her like this."

 “The pig on the wind…”

Listening to these voices, Su Luoluo's eyebrows were shrouded in shadow, her pink hair was tied to the clouds, and her bangs hung messily on her forehead. She stopped and lowered her head slightly.

The teeth bite lightly, and then quickly let go.

 …You must not be angry. If you show that ugly expression, you will be captured, sliced ​​and posted online. You are about to be scolded for “personality marketing” again.

 …Suluolo. Smile, smile. Even if your smile at first was just to appease everyone, now that you have so many fans, you must keep smiling.

The eyebrows are raised, the corners of the mouth are pursed, and the arc is raised—

very good.

 Miss Demon King’s smile appeared again.

Now that the old gods have passed away, the armies of the Human Self-Salvation Alliance have not been disbanded, and wars from the steam age are still breaking out everywhere. Knights and pagans, countries plundering the ruins...it's sad.    That's why we need her to bring happiness.

 “Get off the line.” She said to herself.

 Exit the Dream Patrol space and take off the Dream Patrol helmet.

 “Little… cloud…” she whispered.

 She missed him countless times.

 Maybe the little cloud is not dead.

Perhaps one day, he will open the door and tell her that he is home.

But on a rainy night three years ago, in the sky, a white holy sword penetrated the forehead of the old god. His pupils were dilated, and even the gods pronounced him dead. After that, a group of madmen came, crows flew in airplanes, and beat gongs and drums, and snatched away his body.

 People went crazy for months. Some people gathered and shouted with loudspeakers all night, hoping to call back the souls of the old gods. Someone set up a high-rise post on the Internet and wrote the eulogies of the old gods every day. The people from the Human Self-Salvation Alliance were more like going crazy. They surrounded and beat the nearby Holy Alliance soldiers, completely disregarding their lives, as if they wanted to beat out all their anger and sadness.

 The whole world seems to be gray. Even the Dream Patrol members collectively observed a long moment of silence.

This mourning lasted so long because the gods did nothing to stop it. He made no accusations, issued no oracles, sent the Holy Alliance troops to attack, nothing. It seemed that He was also in silent mourning for a long time, allowing people to miss the old gods.

Even though the Old God only appeared for a short seven days, his speeches and actions awakened too many numb people. However, three years have passed and the old **** has not appeared. His death is a foregone conclusion.

The sound of renovations was heard outside the window, and the outside was full of pipes and high-density buildings coiled like pythons. People wearing robotic arms walked the streets, and occasionally some clergymen hurried past.

“Last month’s water bill was too high again? Why is water so expensive now…”

"No new games have appeared, and the main plots of "Lou Yue Kingdom" and "Girls' Dream Project" have stagnated. The black mist has decreased by 10% in the past three years, and resources are becoming increasingly tight... It is said that the coalition government has planned to activate resources Take control of the plan.”

 “Damn it… we fight every day.”

“Selling robotic arms—Selling robotic arms—Selling cyber colored lenses—Selling electronic wooden fish—”

 Suluolo closed the window to block out the noise.

 She went downstairs and went to the hospital.

 She lives at the Human Self-Rescue Alliance's site, which has developed very well. There are thirteen light rail lines alone, covering an area comparable to three large cities. It is divided into central area, inner area, outer area and suburbs.

According to the proposal of Yamada Machichi, the deputy leader, the station was named [Auroville City]. Although many players said this name was unlucky, they still used this name.

At the very center of Dawn City is the Old God Church, which was built under the leadership of Bishop Li. There is a huge sculpture of the Old God in the square. Bishop Li also established a relief fund and established hope schools, hospitals, orphanages and other facilities.

Su Luoluo arrived at the ward and looked at the woman on the bed through the window glass.

 “Mom.” Su Luoluo said.

 The woman was unconscious and did not respond to her.

 My mother’s condition is getting worse and worse. Cancer is a disease that cannot be cured. Three years later, my mother could only lie in bed panting, and even contracted other diseases, which became contagious. No matter how much money Su Luoluo has now, he can't get it back.

After the live broadcast every day, Su Luoluo would sit on the windowsill and stay with her mother through the glass until dawn.

 Today should be the last time.

 The death ending written by the gods for her mother was to die of illness on January 1, 830.

Su Luoluo just kept sitting like this, chewing the apple in his hand. Until the white snow covered her shoulders, until the end of her field of vision, the familiar face gradually turned into a layer of white snow.

 Until she lost her last relative in the world.

 Amidst the desolation, she was finally alone.

 After taking care of the funeral affairs, Su Luoluo walked on the street, feeling confused by the snow in her eyes. She obviously still has a lot of things to do, such as editing new videos, such as preparing for the live broadcast in the evening... But she doesn't want to do anything now.

But as long as she takes a day off, those black men will pop up and accuse her of being inflated and acting like a big star.

Today is the first day of the first lunar month, which is a festival similar to the New Year. Many people are hanging new lights and setting off fireworks. The aroma of food wafted out, and there was lively laughter everywhere.

 In the snow, Su Luoluo stepped on his lonely footprints.

Noisy sounds came from the Old God Church. She joined in the fun and walked over.

 It turns out that the fifth game appeared. Bishop Li was kind-hearted and purchased tens of thousands of Dream Patrol helmets at his own expense and distributed them to people for free. Similar benefits, such as free rice noodles, hot porridge, and bread, have occurred many times in the past three years.

"After three years, the fifth game actually appeared? It's so sudden." Su Luoluo said to himself: "Then you have to go back to live broadcast, otherwise you will definitely be hacked..."

She was about to turn around, but her heart was tugged by something. Her eyes were fixed on two young men with black hair and blue eyes, one tall and one short.

She had a vague feeling that... they seemed familiar.

 …

 “What’s your name?” asked the priest.

“My name is Strawberry, and his name is Banana.” Noel said cheerfully.

“Be serious! This is a serious registration! The Dream Patrol Helmet is very precious!” The priest’s face darkened.

"Let's call it this name. You can't discriminate against us because our names are weird." Noel sighed.

　　　…” The priest could only lower his head to register.

 “Nuo…Strawberry.” Su Mingan reluctantly called out this pseudonym: “The name Banana is still…”

They did want to use a pseudonym, but they didn’t say they wanted to use such an outrageous pseudonym. It’s okay if Noel calls him strawberry, but isn’t it a little bit... if he calls him banana?

"Then what do you want to call it?" Noel tilted his head: "Orange? Peach? Zheergen?"

 (End of this chapter)