Wow! The item-dropping rate is really high! Chapter 1106 - 747: Gift! The Path I Came By_2

With a sharp tug on the control stick, Bai E’s fighter jet executed an extreme maneuver, narrowly evading two incoming shots. However, the third projectile seemed certain to impact the cockpit's side!

Another flash of milky white light appeared!

With uncanny precision, it materialized directly in the attack's path, meeting the azure energy spear and annihilating it.

Once, twice, thrice… Each time Bai E's fighter teetered on the brink of an unavoidable fatal blow, this enigmatic white light would manifest, acting as the most dependable shield, warding off imminent doom for him.

The frequency of the light's appearance escalated, as if countless unseen hands from a distant realm were pouring all their might into weaving a tapestry of survival for him.

Bai E's heart was overcome with an indescribable shock.

He could sense that each instance of the white light signified a 'sacrifice' or a 'dedication,' and their availability was not limitless.

Who was behind this? Where were they located? And by what means were they supporting him, who faced such perilous depths?

...

The game known as "Thunder" garnered "tremendous" acclaim.

Propelled by the new Federal Government under Kevin's administration, "Thunder" became a cultural phenomenon, hailed as a crucible for forging willpower and a test of reflexes and fortune.

Players universally decried the game's lead designer as a madman; the final level was deemed utterly insurmountable—

This punishing game was surely not designed for human hands to conquer! The entirety of the final stage’s map was a chaotic blur; players could only discern their own vessel’s position, completely blind to the origins of incoming enemy trajectories.

Yet, after an extended period, through players' unyielding efforts, flawless execution, and… a certain indispensable quotient of luck, the very first player finally transcended the impossible, vanquished the ultimate BOSS, and witnessed the screen signaling completion.

Instead of the customary celebratory animation or a tally of high scores, a solitary line of text, both simple and profound, materialized on the screen:

[Congratulations, challenger. Through extraordinary resolve and a touch of providence, you have reached the conclusion. You now face a crossroads: Will you consent to transmute the "record" and "luck" of this victory into a "protective aspiration"? It shall no longer be yours alone but will transform into a radiant beam, standing sentinel over another warrior still engaged in the fray within 'Thunder,' or perhaps stepping into a similarly perilous arena, shielding them once from a fatal strike. Select 'yes,' and your clearance achievement will be permanently expunged, as if it never occurred. Select 'no,' and you will retain this hard-won glory.]

The inaugural player to conquer the game gazed upon this text for a moment in quiet contemplation.

Then, without the slightest hesitation, they selected "yes."

Rankings might have held significance, serving as proof of the honor in their accomplishment.

But what did that truly weigh against offering aid to the subsequent player striving for completion?

One could only hope it would genuinely assist the next person…

The instant their decision was registered, the clearance record, score, time… all data displayed on the screen began to scintillate before vanishing completely, as if meticulously erased by a fine eraser.

The player’s character save data reverted to its initial state, rendering that triumphant victory nonexistent.

However, in the final moments before the data’s obliteration, they fancied they perceived a faint white luminescence detaching from the screen, dissolving into the boundless expanse.

The second player to conquer the game, the third, the fourth… indeed, every player who reached the final stage after enduring endless trials, when presented with the same choice, made virtually identical decisions.

Consequently, within the confines of this game titled "Thunder," a "protective network" gradually took shape, meticulously woven by its players.

Subsequent challengers to the game, when inadvertently caught in a sudden onslaught, at the very juncture when they should have been "annihilated," would sporadically observe a line of notification flash across their screen:

"You have been destroyed, yet the aspiration from 'Star Traveler' has shielded you, nullifying this demise. Continue chance +1."

"Fatal attack imminent! 'Unsinkable Carrier's' blessing is active, resulting in zero damage to the unit!"

"Destructive energy detected... 'Bullet Hell Pianist's' residual protective light illuminates, neutralizing the incoming damage."

The identifiers presented in these notifications belonged to those players who had elected to relinquish their hard-earned records.

Their triumphs had been transmuted into a vital lifeline within the abyss for those who followed.

This bestowal, though silent, was palpably real, evolving into an unspoken legend amongst the game's populace—a chronicle of sacrifice, protection, and mutual aid that transcended all boundaries.

...

Initially, Bai E found himself bewildered. Yet, as the white light repeatedly intervened in moments of desperation, deflecting those potentially lethal strikes, the faint yet distinct fragments of thought accompanying the light gradually coalesced within his potent Spiritual Energy perception.

He began to "hear" more voices, to glimpse more fleeting "names" or "codes":

"An aspiration from 'Dawn Light' safeguards this vessel!"