A game of gambling on life was over, and they finally won.

The souls of the chess pieces have no sustenance, and they are like little things that have returned home after all their fun, scattered again into the forest of words.

The winner gets freedom, and the loser continues to play against each other.

Nanzhou stood beside the mummy and asked the one-legged tin soldier holding a gun: "How long will it take to play chess?"

The one-legged tin soldier said: "It's time for someone to take over."

Nanzhou: "Who is it?"

One-legged Tin Soldier: "People like you."

As he said that, the tin soldier turned around and looked at the tin soldiers lined up beside the wall after completing their patrol. They were tightly wrapped in tin and were only the size of human calves: "...they are also the same people as them.

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Nanzhou was not surprised by this result.

The tin soldiers standing against the wall are all players trapped here.

They either violated the rules, were devoured by the story, and became numb puppets.

Either the chess pieces have been collected, and due to a momentary oversight, the victory of the chess game was handed over to the original mummy chess player, allowing it to win the game that belonged to it. In the end, the success failed, and the unfortunate successor player sat here withered.

Another haggard walking corpse.

Nan Zhou couldn't help but think of the tin soldier who would take advantage of the terrain to climb onto the platform to find out where he and Li Yinhang were.

The ranks of these tin soldiers seem to be more intelligent than the soldiers behind them.

After these walking corpses are freed from the boring game for many years, they may not be able to leave the library.

They were fired into dwarf tin soldiers, leading other tin soldiers who had no souls and no stories, and mechanically performed patrol missions every half an hour.

Their stories, together with their thoughts, are forever sealed in a layer of shining silver tin.

Nan Zhou was still thinking about another thing.

After finishing the [Full Moon Fear] instance and entering "Home Island" to rest for a few days, Nanzhou continued to pick up his lockpicking skills, rustling a handful of free locks from the "Home Island" blacksmith.

The broken lock on the door was removed, while watching a large amount of information on the world channel.

After a period of operation, the functions of the World Channel were quickly developed and matured.

In the game "Gravity", the number of players trying to survive through various side jobs and the number of players taking out dungeons is about 3 to 2.

There are very few players who are willing to share their dungeon information, and all kinds of information are mixed, making it difficult to distinguish between true and false.

But everyone still came to a consistent conclusion.

——Until , no player has entered a duplicate instance.

And there is not a single copy that "Gravity" originally had.

Players seem to have fallen into an endless kaleidoscope with endless possibilities, and can only struggle to survive in the bizarre aura.

Then, these players trapped in the gallery are likely to be another kind of "humanoid creature".

Because of this, the stories they left behind are weird and unreadable words.

——Let’s use an analogy.

In a certain semi-open world game copy, there is a library, which contains a large number of books that can be investigated and browsed.

The game will be translated into various languages, including Chinese, English, Russian, Japanese and French.

When Chinese players enter the game, they will select Chinese in the "Language Bar", so the books in the shelf will naturally be translated into Chinese.

Some games that are sophisticated enough will even change the content in the shelf based on the player's nationality.

However, this game also accepts foreign players who log in through other servers.

At this time, Nan Zhou, who is a game player, and the humanoid creature who was once a game player have equal status and authority.

The game may translate it into a language that Nanzhou and others can understand, but it will not change the original data left by the original players.

Therefore, the story of the original player being devoured is an unwritten text that cannot be deciphered.

But after players become one of the props in the game, the game can naturally manipulate them like puppets at will, making them speak words that players in other dimensions can understand.

The only thing left to prove their existence is the story on the shelf that swallowed up their entire past.

It's just that they themselves may not be able to understand the stories that once belonged to them.

If the webbed palm obtained from [Full Moon Fear] can be regarded as physical evidence, this trip to the library logically completes Nan Zhou's judgment more completely.

——In this corner of the multidimensional world, they and other humanoid players are playing the same game with unknown purposes.

Thinking of this, Nan Zhou asked the one-legged tin soldier: "Are you also a player?"

"Me? I'm not."

The one-legged tin soldier held the slightly tilted gun body and stood in a slightly funny "eight" shape.

"I've always been here, waiting for someone, waiting for a new friend to take over my friend's chess game. At least... the new friend can cry, scold, and know how to speak."

The One-Legged Tin Soldier is an original NPC.

From the moment the instance is created, it is in the game.

It not only abides by the rules of attracting people given to it by the dungeon, but also suffers from the inevitable loneliness brought by the personality given to it by the dungeon.

Therefore, due to the selfish desire to have more vivid friends who can talk, it will not give players too many prompts.

Nan Zhou looked at it with understanding in his eyes.

Just like he rescued Xiao Ming who was trapped in the house and the shattered college students on the snowy mountain.

Nanzhou asked him: "When can you leave?"

The one-legged Tin Soldier said, "I'll be here until the end."

Nan Zhou seemed to have some realization: "What is 'the end'?"

One-legged Tin Soldier: "I don't know."

Nanzhou: "Do you know what kind of world is outside the door?"

The one-legged tin soldier: "I think so."

As it spoke, it patted its broken leg.

"After burning a leg, I don't want to talk anymore."

Nanzhou was silent.

A former NPC reached out and patted the NPC in front of him on the shoulder.

The tin soldier seemed not to have expected such comfort.

It held the gun, tried to stand up straight, and pointed it at Nan Zhou. After watching it quietly for a while, it snapped and performed a standard European military salute.

Nan Zhou and the others' exploration in the mini-game in this instance is completely over.

When passing by the door, Nan Zhou glanced out intentionally.

There was no specific figure sitting outside the door.

A door is just a door.

The opponent of the mummy seems to be the door itself.

The one-legged tin soldier, the patrolling tin soldier, and the skinny mummy were all locked inside by this door that seemed to have life, and could no longer access the light from the outside world.

Nanzhou no longer made any unnecessary stops.

Together with Jiang Fang and Li Yinhang, he stepped into the bright and prosperous light outside.

In an instant, the light covering his eyes disappeared completely as if swallowed by a black hole.

After stepping through the open door of the gallery, the light around me suddenly dimmed.

They returned to the long corridor of the brain.

After more than an hour, the maddening sound of chewing at a constant speed is still continuing.

There was a continuous crackling sound, and even the soft carpet on their feet trembled slightly.

The light of the flashlight can only illuminate a place two and a half steps away from the eye, making the already cramped corridor even more suffocating.

Nanzhou looked back with a flashlight.

Their door has completely disappeared.

It was as if it had been chewed and swallowed by the crawling wall.

This time, the three people from "Li Ark" were not in a hurry to enter a room.

The interior is complicated, with uneven corridors extending in all directions.

It has a weird texture with a slightly sticky feel.

There is a thin "coo" sound when stepping on the "carpet".

There was a muffled sound in the skull, forming an echo of the sound of teeth crunching food.

In addition to these, there is also the copy keyword [brain invasion] for indexing...

Nanzhou is basically convinced that this is a human brain.

But he didn't know why this most complex and exquisite art building in the world was specially opened to them.

They spent nearly an hour walking around the simulated brain apartment.

With a little light, they walked through every dark and gloomy fork in the road and figured out the location of all the doors.

Including the picture gallery they just visited, there are a total of six doors opened in the skull.

It is conceivable that behind each door, there will be a small world with its own special functional area, full of endless possibilities.

Even this infinitely mysterious brain area may be smaller than a pine cone under normal circumstances.

Nanzhou asked: "Shall we open a door?"

Jiang Fang asked with a smile: "You guess the door is the superior frontal gyrus of the brain. So which door should each of us open?"

Nan Zhou shook his head and answered each of Jiang Fang's questions seriously: "I don't know to what proportion this place is enlarged, so it's hard to judge. Moreover, the brain's functions are only roughly divided, so it's hard to judge the nature of what's behind the door.

We can only slowly guess based on the characteristics it reveals."

Jiang Fang smiled.

It was precisely because of Nan Zhou's behavior that he particularly liked teasing him to talk more.

Li Yinhang had long been disturbed by the sound of chewing. He covered his ears with his hands and concentrated on reading their lips.

She asked: "Are you leaving?"

Of course you have to go.

They chose to walk through the second door, which was relatively closest in a straight line to the first door that disappeared.

Unscrew the door handle, and as usual, endless brilliant light will greet you.

After his eyes could see again, Nanzhou put down his hands and quietly looked at the grassland he was in.

It's said to be a grassland, but the colors and scenes here are more akin to a dream.

The sky is flat and the earth is flat.

Two large squares intersect in a curved way.

The sky and the earth connect like a huge flat almond and a huge eye.

In this eye-shaped world, everything looks so peaceful.

The grass is green and reaches the ankles.

White clouds are like silk, adorning the blue sky.

A pale pink fluffy lamb hugged its hooves and rolled on the grass.

All colors related to happiness are blended together.

All the good memories seem to be gathered here.

And in such a beautiful scene, a young girl with silk hair as brilliant as gold appeared in front of them with her hands behind her back and a smile on her face.

The new entrance to this door has appeared.

Her expression is very gentle, and the small freckles dotted on her cheeks do not detract from her cuteness at all.

When she smiles, her small nose will wrinkle slightly.

She raised her hands to pull up her skirt, gave them an elegant curtsy, and said with a smile:

"Hello."

"Please allow me to invite you to play a game."

Nan Zhou did not let down his guard.

None of the three people relaxed at all.

Because they all noticed that the girl's hands were covered with white bandages and gauze.

There was a thick layer of blood seeping around the edge.

These scarred hands inevitably reminded Li Yinhang of a childhood story.

"This game only needs a real player."
Chapter completed!