At this moment, in the auditorium box of the arena, both the president and the Pope received news from the central control room: Jerusalem had been invaded, the arena system had been damaged, and the game had to be terminated.

The sound of the radio in the arena sounded to announce the end of the game.

The audience sighed and complained.

"Is it an invasion?" said the president.

"These cheaters, it's really ghostly, it seems to be a retaliatory blow to our last few actions, but I'm sure the central control room and Natalie will take care of everything, it's just a pity for this game. Pope said.

"yes, it's the time to do it. The president got up and prepared to leave the box.

At this moment, the news came from the central control room again: the public address system in the arena was also unusable, so no one in the arena could know the news of the end of the game. And the staff couldn't get into the arena.

"That means they don't know about the end of the game yet, and they're still fighting. The president said.

"If you can't notify, you can't notify, and it's the same to let them 'die', and the ranking will be according to the current ranking. "The Pope gave instructions.

Pissarro glanced at the Pope, so that Curry was the number one, and their bet was that the Pope won, but the Pope's handling was in accordance with the norms, and Pissarro had no objection.

"Then let's do it, I didn't expect it to end up like this. ”

"Ha, accidents happen, that's the fun of gambling. The Pope laughed.

But at this time, the next news from the central control room made both of them stunned: the resurrection system in the arena also failed.

"What? what the hell is going on?" the president turned back and continued to stare into the arena.

"Data disorder, a never-before-seen virus that has turned the whole system into an endless loop, and we're dealing with it, and the point is that Natalie has lost contact. Director Chai said in the headphones.

"Natalie is missing?" the Pope wondered, "do you know what that means?"

"Yes, I know, but I believe him. Director Chai replied in an instant messaging.

"Trust her, do you know who she is, well, if Natalie rebels, I'll ask you!" said the Pope.

President Pissarro interrupted him:

"Your Excellency, do you think it's better for us to deal with the problem at hand?"

"I'll settle accounts with you later, Natalie, you, now deal with the relevant systems of the arena with all your might. Don't make me regret my unconventional promotion of you to the director of the central control room!" the Pope ordered Director Chai.

Director Chai was silent for a second, as if waiting for President Pissarro's statement.

"Go ahead. Pissarro said.

"Yes!"

Director Chai turned off the communication.

Snowmark is not in good condition in the arena, and if he is not resurrected, he may die.

"Looks like your dark horse is going to hang. The Pope turned back to Pissarro.

The president glanced at him, a little displeased: when has this been, and he is still thinking about the bet. If we are both gamblers, then there is a difference between me and you!

Life is draining, Snow Mark feels that he really can't do it this time, he has activated his instinct again and again, this is simply an overdraft of his life, and now that the game is finally over, he can rest.

Is this what death feels like?

He seemed to see the mountain village where he had always lived, Dongxiang, the walls of the Colosseum-like round buildings, those simple villagers, all the flowers in their yards were in full bloom, as if they were welcoming the arrival of spring, or the occurrence of some major event.

In the audience, people were watching. The girls of the three cheerleading teams were also watching.

Snowflake and Little Red Riding Hood, the mysterious maidens of Nala Snowmark who entered Jerusalem, are also watching, and they have just joined Snowmark's cheerleading squad.

Snowflake was nervous because she knew something big was about to happen.

The staff poured in like wasps to send the spectators off the field.

Countless staff members gathered around the arena's viewing ball, operating, hoping to get the news in other ways.

The Pope, the President, and others also left the box and came to the viewing ball.

They were also looking at the snow marks.

"Ruluga, can you hear me? I'm Vice President Sanji! You have to hold on!" Sanji called out as he turned on the internal comm and connected to the arena.

"It's useless, I can't hear it now. The inside and outside of the arena have been completely isolated, and no data can be circulated. The staff said.

"What will happen to him?" asked Hong Lingbo.

"To die truly in the Jerusalem Arena is to die spiritually, and to become a brain-dead vegetative person that can never be cured. ”

"Oh my God, it's terrible, it's going to be the biggest accident in Jerusalem in almost two decades. Hong Lingbo raised his hand to cover his mouth and said in surprise, "We killed a child!"

"No, it's not us, it's the invaders!" said the Pope coldly.

"But we are also to blame. The president sighed.

Snow Scar lay on the muddy ground, waiting to die, and the sound of the tumbling and flowing beneath her body was like the sound of water, and it was like the sound of her own blood flowing.

He didn't know that outside the arena, there were countless pairs of eyes looking at him at this time.

He didn't know that his death was really dead, that Jerusalem's arena resurrection system was no longer effective, and if he died, he would be brain dead and become a vegetative person in reality.

Yes...... It feels terrible to die.

He now understands the feelings of those classmates, it is one thing to not know that he will be resurrected after death, and it is another thing to know it. No wonder there is no hard work, knowing that it is nothing to die, why do you have to fight?

He doesn't want to get up anymore, it feels like lying in bed in the morning, you tell yourself to sleep for five minutes and get up, and you still think about it five minutes later.

Endless darkness was slowly engulfing him.

But he struggled to his feet from the darkness. Like a buried person crawling out of the tomb again.

He didn't want to lie in bed, he didn't want to die, he couldn't die, even though he knew it was a resurrected death, but he still couldn't bear the feeling of waiting for death.

"Hey...... The feeling of death...... That's so bad, I'm ...... I can't stand it, I think I can still salvage it......" Snow Scar let out a faint sigh.

The intense desire to live prompted him to pick himself up again, and he held on to the wound, trying his best to calm his emotions and slow down the flow of blood.

Seeing that Xuechen did not give up, the Pope breathed a sigh of relief, and everyone slumped in their chairs.

The life or death of this child, who was originally insignificant, touched the hearts of all the top managers of Jerusalem at this moment.