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Roland found the charging pile in a residential house not far away. The house was in a mess, as if it had been robbed, and many rail tracks were blocked by debris.

She couldn't imagine how she would proceed if she didn't have mechanical legs.

Maybe this is the blessing in misfortune.

She pushed the door open and walked in the wind and sand. The endless railway tracks were like a chessboard. She remembered the first time she saw Fang Xiaoling in this world. The memory was very distant and strange.

If Roland hadn't asked the paradise for credit, saying that he had discovered a [frog] with normal human emotions in the Wanjie world, maybe the virtual world would not have run the closed beta as scheduled.

Fang Xiaoling also ended up with no more than one brain left.

Things are unpredictable, and who knows that the person she once cared about the least will become the sister she would rather give up her life to protect in the future.

Roland quickened her pace, and her mechanical legs became more and more flexible. Atlas did not deceive her on this point. After a period of use, the speed and jumping power of the mechanical legs far exceeded her own legs. .

In the next section of the road, Roland could only see a few scattered people. They didn't notice Roland's existence at all. They just lowered their heads and walked slowly on the railway track. Maybe they were going to where Roland first entered. The edge of the railway tracks - it has almost become a good place for suicide in the Wanrail world.

Because lying down on the edge of the railway track will not affect the traffic within the Wanrail Realm. When these people are desperate, they still put the traffic rules engraved in their DNA by the paradise first.

Roland didn't care about them. She was now going to confirm the status of the backend management department of the life cabin. If it could be used, it might be possible to change various data in the virtual world.

In memory, if you walk a little further, you will see a circular track called the "Wheel of Fortune". As long as you walk into the adjacent linear track next to it, you can enter the backend management department of the life cabin. .

"Escape from the drifting life, and you will have the opportunity to control your own life." Roland thought in his heart that the third generation of God Kings deliberately designed this, not to give some inspiration to the legless humans in the Ten Thousand Orbits World, but to give them some inspiration. Carrying out huge insults.

"Human beings in the Ten Thousand Orbits Realm are not human beings. They are just [frogs] raised in captivity by humans. Even if the clear answer is right in front of them, they still will not discover the truth. They will only plunge into the orbit of fate and obey the distribution and distribution of the [Wheel of Fortune]. arrange."

These are the original words of the third-generation God King. He can always give a reasonable explanation for his "evil".

Until now, Roland still couldn't understand Fang Xiaoling's anger. She was more indifferent to it.

In her opinion, no one deserves to be pitied, whether it is Paradise or the World of Ten Thousand Orbits.

But no matter who it is, they should not provoke the squad.

Just as he was thinking this, Roland suddenly stopped. In front of him were the backs of countless people, blocking the track at the entrance of [Wheel of Fortune].

There was a sea of ​​people, like an unprecedented large-scale traffic jam. Roland had never seen so many people gather together in Wanguijie. They were protesting collectively. The noise spread far away, but there was no unified slogan, making it impossible to hear. Find out what they are saying.

If we go around them, we still have to travel a long distance. Fortunately, there are gaps between each track. Those people have no feet and can only stay on the track.

Roland squeezed into the gap in the crowd and probably heard them talking about wanting to return to the life cabin. Some people complained about how many spiritual coins they had saved in the life cabin, so that they could live an ideal and decent life in the next life, but they were forced to kick them out. Out of the life cabin.

"Since you are willing to play within the rules set by others, don't complain about the unfairness." Roland said to himself coldly in his heart, "Now why don't you say, "Since everyone else is like this, then this is normal. "Where is it?"

Suddenly, someone grabbed Roland's arm.

"The first generation?!" The man looked at her in shock, and suddenly shouted heartbreakingly, "The first generation is here! The first generation is here!"

People around her looked at her, and more and more people turned their attention to Roland.

"Why can't I enter the life capsule?!"

"You have to give us an explanation?"

"You were the one who created the life cabin, right?"

"Didn't you say that you can have a sweet dream that never wakes up? Why are we awake again now?!"

"Give us an explanation!" Roland broke away from their hands and yelled in disgust: "Get out of the way! Get out of my way!"

As she walked forward, the people around her had red eyes and bared their teeth and claws, like the innocent souls crawling out of hell, one by one reaching out to demand her life.

"Don't bother me! I didn't create the life capsule! I'm just a tool used by the paradise!" After Roland broke free from one group, there was another group waiting for her. The chaotic and resentful sounds around her made her brain buzz. Sound, almost falling into the endless abyss of chaos.

This was simply a nightmare that she couldn't do even in the virtual world.

It happens in this real world.

Roland was targeted by countless people in the Orbital Realm, and she was the only person they could collect debt from.

"Catch her! Don't let her escape!" someone suddenly shouted.

"She needs to be responsible for the malfunction of the capsule!"

"What did you guys learn in the life cabin?" Roland struggled and broke some people's fingers, "Don't pull my hair! I'm warning you, don't make me angry!"

People did not heed the warning of the so-called first generation. At this time, they seemed to have transformed into warriors of justice. They went to arrest Roland one by one with righteous indignation, tearing her clothes into tatters, and there were bloody marks from fingernails everywhere on her wrists and arms.

"Go to hell! Go to hell!" Roland pushed them away frantically. She had never suffered such humiliation before. She resisted almost as if she had a mental breakdown. She desperately squeezed through the crowd, hoping to get out of this nightmare crowd quickly. .

Amid the questioning and tearing from all sides, Roland no longer fought back against those people, but just tried his best to take a few steps forward.

I don't know how long it took, but she finally squeezed out of the crowd and stumbled to the ground.

The person at the front did not catch up. Instead, he backed away for a short distance cautiously and shouted to the person behind him: "Don't squeeze!"

Roland tied up the remaining fabric on her body, and finally managed to cover it up. She turned around and glared at those people resentfully, and found that she was very close to the people in the front row, almost only an arm's distance away, but no one came forward anymore. .

The tracks were intact, and the front row could move on, but they stood silently, as if they wanted to let her go on purpose.

Roland gritted his teeth and stood up, seeing the circular spiral track of the [Wheel of Fortune] two meters ahead.

At a distance of about one meter, there was a crimson strip of cloth blocking Roland's body like a cordon.

Looking past the red cloth strips, Roland saw five corpses lying on the track of [Wheel of Fortune].

Behind Roland was a sea of ​​people. They seemed to be afraid of the red cloth. The people in the front row were like wolves afraid of flames, always keeping a relatively safe distance.

At regular intervals on the cloth strips, there are four black characters marked: No Passage Allowed.

The distance maintained by those in the front row seems to be to send a clear message: we will never pass.

Roland looked down at the red cloth in front of him for a while, then looked up at the corpse on the track ahead.

After a long time, she looked back at the crowd behind her who had been brave and fearless just now, and snorted with disdain.

Most of them dared to gather together to protest, and they also dared to catch someone and torture them.

He even dared to commit suicide by walking to the other end of the railway track and sleeping forever.

But they did not dare to cross the red cloth and resist the authority's warning.

Roland looked at them for a long time. She really couldn't understand why some people would rather commit suicide to escape than dare to risk their lives to cross the red cloth.

Since people on the left and right are dead, why can’t they die in the struggle?