Su Ming'an watched the number of people decrease, his gaze lowered, and he clenched his fist.
"Don't worry." Suddenly, he heard the familiar voice beside his ear.
Soft, clear, and firm.
"...Yuanyuan!?" He immediately looked up, but could not see her.
"It's me, I'm transmitting my voice to you from the World Game. The rules said it might not be possible to rebirth, right? I've already researched with the Eleventh Thrones, the power of the firewall is gradually increasing. The deeper you variable players go, the greater the influence. In the early trial periods, we could use the mechanism of the Universe organs to transmit the souls of the failed back to the World Game, as you still have the 'Player' identity for blessing, but it gets more difficult later on, potentially really no rebirth." Yuanyuan's voice came, "Advise them to leave now, there's still a chance, we can still pick people up. Going further, it's real death."
"Is everything fine now?" Su Ming'an asked.
