Demon King: Hero, don’t run away!
Chapter 266 X-9999

Chapter 266: Chapter 266 X-9999

After sleeping for a very long time, a man suddenly burst into the research institute. Not knowing what his purpose was, he rescued her from the pitch-black laboratory.

Thanks to that man, Iyas learned much about the Human World and gradually realized that humans, as a species, were not as simple as she had imagined.

But it was precisely because of this complexity that humans were able to construct such a colorful and diverse world.

Iyas truly enjoyed her days living in the Human World, and over time, she even forgot her original purpose, until one day, she saw a pair of inseparable siblings, which in a daze, reminded her of everything.

Urging her team on, after many setbacks and continuous efforts, they finally found Hake in a mansion.

However, after so many years, her brother had completely lost hope and had become a soulless body.

Upon seeing his sister, Hake coldly questioned her, "Why didn’t you come to find me sooner, why did it take you so long to come!"

"Hake, listen to me, there are deep reasons for this."

"There’s no need for explanations, I know everything. It’s all your fault. If you hadn’t been enticed by the Human World, you could have found me sooner, and I wouldn’t have turned out like this.

Just go! Get away from me, I never want to see you again."

Biting her lip and holding back the regret and unwillingness in her heart, facing her brother whom she hadn’t seen for a long time, Iyas had no choice but to retreat temporarily, hoping that her brother would forgive her after a few days.

However, a few days later, Iyas heard the news that her brother and the people who had bought him had been buried together in a fire.

Iyas clutched her head as tears uncontrollably slid down her cheeks. She began to regret why she had gone to find her brother and why she had forgotten the truly important matters while being immersed in the Human World.

Everything was her fault.

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Yang Yu’s dream was a small room.

There wasn’t much furniture inside, and various games filled this small space.

Sitting alone in front of the computer, Yang Yu held a game controller, tackling one level after another.

As a Dragon Descendant, he set out on a journey to fight the giant dragon, but along the way, he encountered a rooster carrying a basketball, dancing in mid-air. He carelessly clicked on it with his mouse, and as a result, the rooster died, and everyone in the village, the city, and even the entire world turned against him, chasing him down to kill him.

As a square man, he dug down to build his own homeland but accidentally broke through the Core of the world, causing magma to spew out. Above the exit, he found a group of green-skinned monsters completely blocking the path.

As a scientist, he was transported to an Otherworld by a Demon, and he had to find food and water to survive in the desolate world. Even a slight change in his Status could snatch his life away at any moment.

As a One-Armed Ninja, seeking revenge on the Samurai who had cut off his arm, he used his katana to disrupt the enemy’s attack balance over and over. But the enemy’s assaults were extremely fierce, and in no time, he was bearing a big "Danger" sign on his head.

...

One game after another flowed through Yang Yu’s hands.

Each game started hellishly, proceeded hellishly, and ended hellishly.

Faced with one scene of Despair after another, Yang Yu didn’t flee but chose to fight bravely until the end, fully immersing himself in the role, struggling and persisting, not giving in until he saw the coffin; not giving up until he was beaten to the very end.

He improved his skills time and time again, tackled the levels he had failed at time and time again, putting forth all his focus, not missing any detail, not making any mistakes, and one by one, he cleared the games.

In the end, the only game left in his hands was the last one.

It was a white Catman standing on two legs, with level designs similar to the classic Super Mario, except in this world, every step was full of mechanisms and traps, and a single careless move could cause sudden death.

This game didn’t record Death by giving you a fixed number of lives to use up, but instead, with every death, it decreased a number.

Manipulating the game controller, and to avoid a collapsing path beneath him, Yang Yu moved the white Catman to jump high. Suddenly, a black bullet shot out from the sky, shattering the character he was controlling into pieces.

The game screen went black, and on the game interface the display read[owo X-9999].

This number meant he had died 9999 times in this game.

Yang Yu had died more than the display showed; he couldn’t remember how many times he had failed, as the highest number the game could show was just 9999.

He had been at the last level for a very long time.

Every single step in the last level was heart-stopping; one small step forward, and countless traps awaited him, as if the game’s creator deliberately made it difficult for him, not wanting him to pass.

Yang Yu just made a mark on the paper, noting down the positions of all the mechanisms.

The last level was indeed nauseating, but he should be able to find a way through the multitude of traps.

If he exhausted all means and couldn’t find a way through, Yang Yu planned to pack up his things, stuff the game into the creator’s crotch, and give it a fierce kick, to let him experience the most unforgettable pain in life, sever all sentimental ties, and make games seriously.

But if the creator developed some special fetish, wore women’s clothes, and found happiness as a woman, Yang Yu would have nothing to say.

Operating the character, Yang Yu made attempt after attempt, monotonously repeating each action until it was painfully perfect.

However, just before entering the victory point, Yang Yu hit a wall again as his character got blown to pieces.

If it were an ordinary person, they might have given up long ago.

Yang Yu just put down the controller, lay down on the bed, closed his eyes for a good sleep, and then opened his eyes to the memory of every attempt he had made.

He picked up the controller again and maneuvered the white Catman, dodging skillfully. The traps and mechanisms, as if they saw their god, dared only to brush past, not daring to harm the white Catman, who finally reached the finish line safely.

There were no flowers, no applause, only the electronic sound declaring victory.

The curtain had fallen on everything.

Some might say that spending so much time on one level isn’t worth it.

But Yang Yu just wanted to clear the level and did so, and that was all.

Yang Yu felt that as long as he deemed it worthwhile, without regretting the time spent, there’s no need to pay too much attention to the gazes of others.

"Everything is going smoothly; the rest is to dismantle this colossal structure from the inside."

Raising his head, and Yang Yu made a swipe gesture into the void, seeing the familiar panel appear before him. A smile spread across his face.