Global Games: Old Chess Players

Chapter 179 The Death of Cosimo Brother and Brother

On February 2th, Shangshi High School.

The school just had its annual holiday, and the students in the lower grades had all gone home. Looking up in the dead playground, one could see the empty Ferris wheel spinning repeatedly in the setting sun.

The afterglow of the evening passes through the Ferris wheel and shoots obliquely into the teacher's dormitory building.

"Go home!" An Senlu stretched.

Because the deal with An Senlu took a lot of time, he was the last one to come back. It's been half an hour, and everyone should go to rest.

An Senlu took a breath, and the familiar air penetrated into his lungs, feeling refreshed.

While taking out the Coke from the refrigerator, he turned on his phone and clicked on the "Today's Hot Search" software, wanting to confirm the major events that happened in the past few days as quickly as possible.

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

"Damn it?" An Senlu was greatly shocked.

His narrowed eyes stared intently at the first trending search displayed on the screen.

—— Ranked 22nd in the global combat power rankings, the player "Cosimo" with the sequence name [Cyber ​​Strike] was confirmed to have died in the "Cooperative Challenge Copy" in the North Pole.

——Cosimo sacrificed to protect most ordinary players, his achievements and spirit are worth remembering.

——At the expense of the sacrifice of two sequence players, the North Pole instance ended in victory.

This news was released 20 minutes ago.

It ranked first in the hot search with explosive discussions, and the second-ranked news was "An old chess player in a parallel world?!", but the popularity of this news could not overshadow the fact that Cosimo died.

An Senlu was stunned, and it took several seconds to realize: "Cosimo is dead?"

how is this possible?It must be fake, do these people spread rumors without drafting?Please, 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 unbelievable. It was clear that in the last dungeon they had a gathering together to eat Japanese food and sing karaoke, but after only a week, Cosimo belched?

An Senlu no longer read the news on the Internet. 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 turned off his phone, opened the friend panel, and sent a message to the person he trusted the most.

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

Cosimo sat in the wheelchair, mouth pursed, his eyes shaded by messy blond hair; Lorenzo stood behind him, pushing the wheelchair, the tires turning and rustling against the ground.

When the two entered the classroom, the teacher's explanation stopped. He tapped the blackboard lightly, trying to get the students to concentrate, but turned around and found that the students were all looking at the entrance of the classroom.

"Ah, this is Cosimo's brother, isn't it?" the teacher adjusted his glasses, his voice was old.

"Yes, I took him back to school." Lorenzo nodded and replied.

There was a commotion in the classroom, the voice was as low as a mosquito, overlapping but harsh.

"Poor bastard."

"What's the use of good grades? You usually look down on others, and you've been punished?"

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

"Haha, isn't this a child 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 university courses. Are you bragging?"

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

"What a broom star."

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

"……it is good."

Lorenzo raised his blue eyes and looked around blankly.

Pushing the wheelchair and walking out of the classroom, the sun cast the shadow of fallen leaves, covering Cosimo's downcast cheeks.

"boom!"

The sudden sound made Cosimo startled.

Before walking out of the classroom, Lorenzo clenched his fists and slammed on the teacher's door. The door frame vibrated violently, and the sudden vibration silenced the students in the classroom.

Silent.

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

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

"What should I do..." my father gritted his teeth, "I promised that university professor that if I hand Cosimo over to him, he would give me a sum of money, but Cosimo looks like this now."

"If you didn't gamble, we wouldn't..." Mom covered her face with sobs.

"To shut up!"

Father stood up and passed Lorenzo.

Lorenzo turned his head to look at his father. The old man's back was like a raging beast, dark and violent, and his thick fists repeatedly hammered the closed door.

"boom!"

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

"boom!"

"Also, you have to go to school! You have to go!"

"boom!"

No matter how loud the beating was, there were still only brisk and funny game sound effects coming from the door, and the man didn't get any response.

"Son, stand up, the physical disability is not the scariest thing! The spiritual disability is! If you just hide in the room and play games all your life, then you are truly useless!"

Father sat down with his back against the door frame and said in a depressed voice.

Inside the door, there was still no movement.

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

"You trash, shut up!" his father yelled at him.

"Yes, I won't be able to make money for the time being to make up for your debts." Lorenzo said blankly, "But that's not why you oppress him, he's just a child."

"Listen, your brother is so much better than you," said the father, "he's a genius, and you're not."

"Yes, he is a genius." Lorenzo said in a deep voice, "but he has no obligation to take responsibility for your mistakes!"

"Get out, get out of here! You are not welcome in this family!" Father growled, "Lorenzo, from the moment you joined the army, you have been a waste to me! Thanks to my hard work Train you, let you learn finance, you..."

Before the man finished speaking, Lorenzo had already left the room.

Dusk was about to pass away. In the evening, in a dark room, Cosimo put down the game controller and picked up the manual on the bed. He looked at the manual with cold eyes.

"Hold the handlebars with both hands and pull lightly to the sides to separate the left and right frames slightly, and gently press down on both sides of the seat cushion to the position..."

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

"Oh... Isn't this very simple?"

He stretched out his right arm, turned the doorknob, pushed open the door, and looked at the living room with a cold face—the alcoholic father was already asleep, and the mother was out on night shift.

Cosimo tried his best not to make any noise, and slowly steered the wheelchair towards the exit of the house. After leaving the house, he borrowed the wheelchair and leaned towards the sea all the way.

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

Cosimo could feel that someone was following him quietly behind him—the steps were very slow and light, as if he didn't want him to find out, he knew who would be bored enough to follow him, but he didn't care.

The sea breeze was blowing, with a hint of dampness.

The tires of the wheelchair rolled over the sandy surface of the beach lightly. The afterglow of the setting sun shone down and the sea was shining brightly. But at the gray junction of the sky and the sea, the huge sun wheel was slowly falling towards the horizon.

Cosimo put his hands on the armrests of the wheelchair, raised his cheeks, and felt the caress of the sea breeze.

He looked blankly at the sky and murmured something softly.

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

This is a cheat command for a FC game he played in the afternoon.

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

Enter the command three times, and the game character can fly into the air.

Cosimo's face twitched slightly. He clenched the armrest tightly and leaned forward, but there was still no response from his legs. He raised his neck that was about to break, and uttered words with unknown meaning hoarsely.

"Up, up, down, left."

Cosimo fell out of the wheelchair and hit the beach heavily. He almost broke his throat and cried loudly towards the sunset that was about to disappear in the sky.

"Right, left, right, B, A."

The boy tried his best to crawl forward on the beach, tears kept gushing from his eyes.

"Let me run, please..."

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

"Let me run..."

The boy collapsed on the beach for a long time, the sunset slowly took away the afterglow that sprinkled on the earth, the world was covered in darkness, and the dark tide gently slapped the white coast.

He climbed back into the wheelchair, turned the wheelchair towards the sea according to the instructions in the manual, and then turned the rear wheel hard to push the circle. The wheelchair drove towards the sea quickly, and the tires gradually submerged in the seawater, 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.

"Sure enough, I'm still not used to walking. I fell down when I stood up. It felt like..." Cosimo sat in a wheelchair and whispered, "These legs don't belong to me."

Standing behind him, Lorenzo said in a gentle voice: "Be confident, you can do it now, the sequence 'Cyberstrike' has repaired the nerves in your legs."

Cosimo stared at the sea, "Well, let me try again."

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

"Thank you, brother," Cosimo whispered.

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

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

"Up...up...down..."

His body leaned forward, and his legs stretched out tremblingly with the same amplitude, stepping on the sand.

"Left...right...left..."

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

"Right...B...A..."

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

In the end, he was running.

"I'm running..."

The boy was running wildly on the beach, his blond hair was completely rolled up by the violent sea wind.

"I'm running..."

Every step he took seemed to be trying his best, every step seemed to vent the deepest pain of more than ten years, and he stepped on the sand one after another with extremely deep footprints.

"I'm running."

Cosimo grinned in the setting sun, and the strong wind continued to tear his cheeks, and he roared like a newborn.

"I'm running!"

His running speed is getting faster and faster, almost exceeding the upper limit of human beings.

"I'm running—!!!"

The next moment, the boy's legs and back were gradually covered with layers of overlapping metals, and the powerful mechanical prosthesis covered the surface of the skin.

"Up, up, down, left, right, left, right, B, A."

He turned his head and ran towards the vast and boundless sea. At the moment when his tiny figure was about to be swallowed by the sea, a strong blue flame burst out from the metal openings of his prosthetic body.

"elder brother……"

The figure of the boy flew towards the sky, chasing the sunset that was about to fall into the earth, shouting at the top of his voice.

"I'm flying——!!!"

Lorenzo raised his head in a daze, and the boy's figure was reflected in his blue eyes. After a long time, he stuffed his hands into the pockets of his windbreaker, and an imperceptible smile flashed across the corner of his eyes.

"You did it," he said softly.

Three hours ago, the North Pole.

On the glacier, Cosimo slowly raised his heavy eyelids, the world in front of him was blurred, the clothes on his body were stained red with blood, and the white bones protruded from his body.

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

[Boss skill: Triple Flame Pillar. 】

The ferocious head of the three-headed dog is opening its bloody mouth, accumulating terrifying heat energy.

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

"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 use skills, and who will die next!!!"

The players behind reached a consensus. They believed that Cosimo's injuries were already so serious that there was only one way to die—but rather than dying from blood loss, it would be better to let him help carry the boss' skills.

Cosimo was pushed two or three meters by the hand behind him, and fell staggeringly on the ice.

"I'm……"

Cosimo raised his head, looking at the winter sky with his cloudy blue eyes, the huge sun disc reflected in his pupils, he thought dully for a long time, his blood-oozing lips trembled slightly.

"It flew like that..."

He stood up with difficulty, his lips parted slightly, and he murmured something vaguely and weakly.

"Up...up...down..."

Cosimo stumbled and walked forward, his back was covered with blood, protruding one after another white and hideous bones.

"Left...right...left..."

The weak voice of instructions fell, and the boy's back was slowly covered with dusty mechanical armor. Every bone protruding from the back was broken by the armor, spilling blood.

"Right...B...A..."

The mechanical wings gradually spread out on both sides of Cosimo's shoulders, and he grinned wearily.

"I'm flying again."

In the next moment, he spread out his mechanical wings, which had never been so broken, and swept towards the arctic sky, facing the furious three-headed giant dog.

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

"cough--"

Cosimo roared silently in the raging fire, his internal organs were about to burst, and his throat was about to be torn apart.

After a while, he fell into the ice surface of the North Pole like a crimson meteorite, completely smashing the ice layer with a radius of ten meters, and fell deeply into the icy sea water.

"Bang!!!"

At this moment, Cosimo's mechanical wings were completely shattered, and every bone in his body was broken to death.

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

The warm blood almost filled half of the deep ocean, dyeing everything around it a violent scarlet.

The cold sea water was like arms, pushing him to the deep sea one after another. The boy's eyes slowly closed and he let the sea water push his body, but he didn't feel it.

"elder brother……"

To him, the sun at the North Pole seems to be falling to the deepest part of the sea together, being swallowed by the deep darkness.The humming roar lingering in the ears, at this moment is attributed to the dead silence of the deep sea.

"I'm flying..."

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