Feb. 5, Upper Stone High School.

The school is on the back burn, and the younger students are heading home in the dead playground to see the empty Ferris wheel spinning back and forth in the setting sun.

The afterglow of dusk shines diagonally through the Ferris wheel and obliquely into the teacher's dormitory.

"Home!" Anson Deer stretched.

Because of the transaction with Ansenlu, it took a lot of time, so he was the last to come back, and half an hour had passed, and everyone should go to rest.

Anson Deer took a breath, and the familiar air seeped into his lungs, and he was refreshed.

He took out the Coke from the refrigerator, opened his mobile phone, and clicked into the "Today's Hot Search" software, wanting to confirm the major events that have happened in the past few days as quickly as possible.

The first piece of news made his eyes almost pop out of his sockets.

"?" Anson Deer was shocked.

His eyes shrunk and stared at the first hot search displayed on the screen.

- Cosimo, the 22nd player in the global power rankings with the sequence name [Cyber Strike], confirmed to have died in the "Co-op Challenge Dungeon" in the Arctic.

- Cosimo sacrificed his life to protect most of the average player, and his exploits and spirit are worth remembering.

- At the expense of two sequence players, the Arctic quest ended in victory.

This news was released 20 minutes ago.

It ranked first in the hot search with the explosive number of discussions, and the second news was "Old chess players in the parallel world?!" But the heat of the news did not overshadow the fact that Cosimo died.

Anson Lu froze in place, and it took several seconds to react: "Cosimo is dead?" ”

How can it be? It must be fake, don't these people spread rumors without drafting? Come on, this guy is Lorenzo's younger brother, how could he die so inexplicably?

Staring at the cold text on the screen, he felt a little incredulous, it was clear that the last copy they were still together to eat Japanese food and sing karaoke, but only a week later, Cosimo hiccups?

Anson Lu didn't read the news on the Internet anymore, and for him, the information on the Internet has no credibility at all - there is no Internet police in this era, and anyone can spread rumors.

He turns off his phone, opens the friends panel, and sends a message to the person he trusts most.

Three years ago, Rome, Italy, a secondary school.

Cosimo sat in a wheelchair, pursed his lips, his eyes obscured by his messy blonde hair; Lorenzo stood behind him, pushing the wheelchair, the tires turning, and the ground rustled.

When the two entered the classroom, the teacher's explanation stopped, and he tapped the blackboard lightly to keep the students focused, but turned around to find that the students were all looking at the entrance of the classroom.

"Ah, this is Cosimo's brother, right?" The teacher lifted his glasses and said in an old voice.

"Yes, I brought him back to school." Lorenzo nodded in reply.

There was a tumult in the classroom, the voices as low as mosquitoes, overlapping but piercing.

"Poor worm."

"What's the use of good grades? I usually look down on people, but I have been punished, right? ”

"It's not like you're in a wheelchair every day, a cripple."

"Haha, isn't this a prodigy? Why is it so miserable? The teacher also said that he has a talent for scientific research? Oh, and he also said that he taught himself courses in college, do you think he is bragging? ”

"I heard that his brother joined the army after graduation, so because he had an accident, he directly resigned from his position to take care of him."

"What a broom star."

Cosimo opened his mouth and whispered to Lorenzo beside him, "Let's go back, brother." ”

“…… Good. ”

Lorenzo lifted his blue eyes and looked around expressionlessly.

Pushing the wheelchair and stepping out of the classroom, the sun casting the shadow of the leaves over Cosimo's low cheeks.

"Bang!"

The sudden sound made Cosimo stunned.

Before leaving the classroom, Lorenzo clenched his fists and slammed the teacher's door hard, the door frame vibrating violently, and the students in the classroom were silenced with an abrupt bang.

Silent.

Soon Lorenzo brought Cosimo back to his home, where he locked himself in his room, collapsed on the bed, and turned on the TV with the remote control with a numb face.

Lorenzo walked to the living room, where an old man sat on the sofa with his head in his hands, his and Cosimo's father.

"What do I have to do......" my father gritted his teeth, "I promised the university professor to hand over Cosimo to him, and he would give me a sum of money, but Cosimo is the way he is now. ”

"If you don't gamble, we won't ...... at all," the mother wept, hiding her face.

"Shut up!"

Father stood up and swept past Lorenzo.

Lorenzo turned to look at his father, the old man's back like a furious beast, dark and violent, his thick fist repeatedly hammering the closed door.

"Bang!"

"Cosimo, I told you, shouldn't you learn how to use a wheelchair instead of playing games? Can you stop worrying your parents?! ”

"Bang!"

"Also, school has to go! You have to go! ”

"Bang!"

No matter how loud the pounding was, there was still only a light and funny game sound coming from inside the door, and the man didn't get any response.

"Child, stand up, the mutilation of the body is not the most terrifying! The cripple of the soul is! If you've been hiding in your room and playing games all your life, you're a real waste! ”

My father sat down with his back against the door frame and said in a dejected voice.

Inside the door, there was still no movement.

Lorenzo hugged his elbows, looked at his father, and said calmly: "Actually, you don't say these big things to him. ”

"You shit, shut up!" His father yelled at him.

"Yes, I can't make any money to cover your debts for the time being." Lorenzo was expressionless, "But that's not a reason for you to oppress him, he's just a little kid." ”

"Listen, your brother is much better than you." Word for word, my father said, "He's a genius, and you're not." ”

"Yes, he's a genius." Lorenzo muttered, "But he is not obligated to take responsibility for the mistakes you have made!" ”

"Get out, get out of here! You are not welcome in this home! The father growled, "Lorenzo, from the moment you joined the army, you were already a waste to me!" It's a shame that I spent so much effort to train you and let you study finance, you ......"

Before the man could finish speaking, Lorenzo had already left the house.

As dusk drew away, in the evening, in the darkened room, Cosimo put down the gamepad and picked up the instruction manual on the bed, his eyes looking at it coldly.

"Hold the grip with both hands and gently pull to the sides to separate the left and right frames slightly, and gently press down on both sides of the saddle with the palms of your hands to the positioning point......"

Cosimo muttered in a low voice, he put down the manual, climbed onto the wheelchair, held the rear wheel of the wheelchair with both hands, and controlled the wheelchair forward to the door.

"Oh...... Isn't it simple? ”

He stretched out his right arm, turned the doorknob, pushed the door open, and looked at the living room with a cold face—his alcoholic father had slept, and his mother had gone out for the night shift.

Cosimo tried not to make a sound, slowly maneuvered his wheelchair, drove towards the exit of the house, and after leaving the house, he borrowed the wheelchair and leaned all the way in the direction of the sea.

Although the distance was not far, it took him a short time to reach the beach.

Cosimo could feel that someone was following him silently behind him—slowly, lightly, as if he didn't want him to find out who would be bored enough to follow him, but he didn't care.

The sea breeze blows with a hint of humidity.

The tires of wheelchairs gently run over the sand of the beach, and the sea shines in the afterglow of the setting sun, but at the gray junction of the sky and the sea, the huge sun wheel is slowly falling towards the horizon.

Cosimo put his hands on the armrests of his wheelchair and lifted his cheeks to feel the sea breeze.

He looked blankly at the sky and muttered something softly.

"Up...... Above...... Under...... Left...... Right...... Left...... Right...... B…… A。 ”

This is a cheat instruction for one of the FC games he played in the afternoon.

Enter the command once, and the game character can run;

Enter the command twice, and the game character can run faster;

Enter the command three times and the character will be able to take off into the air.

Cosimo's face twitched slightly, he clenched the armrests and leaned forward, his legs still unresponsive, his neck leaning back, and hoarsely chanting words of unknown meaning.

"Up, up, down, left."

Cosimo fell out of his wheelchair and slammed into the sand, almost screaming at his throat and crying at the vanishing sunset.

"Right, Left, Right, B, A."

With all his might, the boy crawled forward on the beach, tears pouring out of his eyes.

"Let me run, please......"

The boy was hysterical and buried his hands deep in the sand.

"Let me run......"

The boy collapsed on the beach for a long time, the setting sun slowly retracted the afterglow that had sprinkled on the earth, and the world was covered in darkness, and the dark tide gently lapped against the white shore.

He climbed back into the wheelchair, turned the wheelchair to the sea according to the instructions on the manual, and then turned the rear wheel hand push circle vigorously, and the wheelchair drove quickly towards the sea, and the tires gradually submerged into the sea, sinking deeper and deeper.

At that time, the person who stopped him was Lorenzo, who had been watching silently from behind.

Three months ago, Rome, by the sea.

"I'm really still not used to walking, and as soon as I stand up, I fall and feel like ......" Cosimo whispered in a wheelchair, "These legs don't belong to me." ”

Lorenzo stood behind him and said in a gentle voice, "Be confident, you can do it now, the sequence 'Cyber Strike' repairs the nerves in your legs." ”

Cosimo stared at the sea, "Well, I'll try again." ”

"Try as long as you want, I'll accompany you." Lorenzo patted him on the shoulder.

"Thanks, dude." Cosimo whispered.

He froze for a long time, adjusted his wheelchair, and aligned his tires at the other end of the beach.

The boy took a deep breath and whispered a series of instructions of unknown meaning.

"Up...... Above...... Next ......"

His body leaned forward, and his legs trembled and stretched forward, stepping on the sand.

Left ...... Right...... Left ......"

He cautiously stepped forward with his legs, stepping on shallow footprints on the sand.

"Right...... B…… A……”

Cosimo walked on the beach with a stunned face, his pace getting faster and faster, faster and faster.

Eventually, he was running.

"I'm running......"

The boy ran wildly on the beach, and the violent wind rolled his blonde hair up completely.

"I'm running......"

Every step he took seemed to be doing his best, and every step seemed to vent the deepest pain of more than ten years, stepping one deep footprint after another on the beach.

"I'm running."

Cosimo grinned in the setting sun, the wind tearing at his cheeks, and he roared as if he had been reborn.

"I'm running!"

He ran faster and faster, almost exceeding the human limit.

"I'm running——!!!"

In the next moment, the boy's legs and back were gradually covered with layers of metal that overlapped each other, and a powerful mechanical prosthetic body covered the surface of the skin.

"Up, Up, Down, Left, Right, Left, Right, B, A."

He turned his head and rushed towards the vast sea, and at the moment when his small figure was about to be swallowed by the sea, the metal openings of his legs burst out with a strong blue flame.

"Brother......

The boy's figure swept into the sky, and he chased the sunset that was about to fall into the earth, shouting hoarsely.

"I'm flying——!!!"

Lorenzo tilted his head in a daze, the boy's figure reflected in his blue pupils, and after a long time, he put his hands in the pockets of his trench coat, and a faint smile passed through the corners of his eyes.

"You did it." He whispered.

Three hours ago, the North Pole.

Above the glacier, Cosimo slowly lifted his heavy eyelids, the world in front of him was blurred, his clothes stained red with blood, and a white bone protruding from his body.

In his eyes, the three-headed dog that seemed to have escaped from hell was reflected.

[Boss Skill: Triple Flame Pillar.] 】

The hideous head of the three-headed dog is open with blood, and it is accumulating terrifying heat.

At this moment, a player behind him screamed and pushed Cosimo.

"He was seriously injured to save us, what are you doing?!"

"He's already dead, let him go up and carry this skill——!"

"Are you crazy?"

"Hurry up, the boss is going to release skills, and I don't know who will die next!!"

The players behind him agreed that Cosimo's injuries were already so bad that there was only one way to die - but it was better for him to help carry the boss's skills than to die from excessive blood loss.

Cosimo was pushed two or three meters by the hand behind him and staggered to the ice.

"I am ......"

Cosimo tilted his head, his cloudy blue eyes looking at the winter sky, his pupils reflecting the huge sun wheels, he thought for a long time, his lips dripping with blood trembled slightly.

"...... that flies like that"

He struggled to his feet, his lips slightly furled, and his voice muttered something vaguely and weakly.

"Up...... Above...... Next ......"

Cosimo stumbled forward, his back stained with blood, protruding one white bone after another.

Left ...... Right...... Left ......"

The weak command fell, and the boy's back was slowly covered with dusty mechanical armor, and every bone that protruded from his back was broken off by the armor, spilling blood.

"Right...... B…… A……”

The wings of the machine gradually spread out on either side of Cosimo's shoulders, and he grinned wearily.

"I'm flying again."

In the next moment, he spread his mechanical wings, which had never been so broken, and swept into the sky of the North Pole, facing the furious three-headed giant dog.

From the three mouths of the three-headed dog, three pillars of flame burst out, converging and blasting towards Cosimo.

"Ahem—"

Cosimo roared silently in the flames, roaring so much that his internal organs were about to burst, and his throat was about to tear open.

Half an hour later, he fell like a crimson meteorite into the ice of the North Pole, shattering the ice within a radius of ten meters, and falling deep into the icy water.

"Bang !!"

In that moment, Cosimo's mechanical wings shattered, and every bone in his body shattered to the core.

Falling into the deep ocean, the flames no longer burn his body.

Warm blood almost fills half of the ocean, staining everything around it a violent scarlet.

The cold sea water pushed him into the deep sea one after another, and the boy's eyes slowly closed and went up, and he let the water push his body, but he was unconscious.

"Brother......

For him, the sun of the North Pole seemed to all fall together to the deepest part of the sea, engulfed by the deep darkness. The roar that buzzed in my ears was now in the dead silence of the deep sea.

"I'm flying......"

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