0520 Chapter Eleven: The Chaotic World (Section 22)
"You should know that unless the Lamarckian team is the same, it is unlikely that unrelated candidates will experience a series of the same game world." Zhen Cheng began to perform.
But what she said is indeed true. In the same game scene, if there are more than ten or twenty people competing in the same game, it will be the end.
There are so many suitable game venues in all the worlds. Even at the end of my hometown, weren't there game candidates who were teleported here?
Under this kind of probability, the chances of stranger players meeting each other and chatting about the same game scene they have experienced are slim.
If it is repeated multiple times or even continuously, people will have to think deeply about the reasons behind it.
The short-haired woman is also a smart person and immediately noticed: "Can you name some of the games I have experienced because they are the same as other people you know?"
Zhen Cheng nodded: "One hundred thousand years ago, our mentor. Your gaming experience is very similar to hers."
"What does this mean?" The short-haired man frowned, feeling increasingly uneasy.
"Before answering this question," Zhen Cheng paused and smiled with interest: "I would like to clarify a question first.
Don’t you think the difficulty of the worlds you have experienced in succession increases very quickly? Are they not too much to bear?”
She didn't communicate with Qu Yun too many things that happened one hundred thousand years ago, mainly because she lost a lot of world fragments, and Qu Yun couldn't remember many of them.
But Qu Yun once reached the divine realm at an astonishing speed, and finally reached the realm of today unprecedentedly. This is what Senior Sister Misha once revealed.
As for the latecomers, she and Sister A seemed to have broken this speed record.
However, they have the highest standards and tailor-made methods of sublimation, which are incomparable with Qu Yun's own exploration back then.
Since the short-haired girl was sincere and wanted a "boss" of her own, she would never give an answer, so she told the truth:
"I often add a special task to the normal game tasks. If completed, there will be an amazing amount of evolution points as rewards.
I made a lot of money using this mechanism at the beginning, and soon I left behind those old players who were stuck at a low level in the same period and couldn't make any progress.
But then the difficulty of the game began to increase explosively, especially when it involved the tasks of your Blood Candle Keep archeology department, fighting for [World Fragments] and so on.
Except for two times when I was lucky enough to get ahead with the help of system prompts, the others all ended up being crushed by force majeure and giving up on the mission.
Once I even met an ancient evil god who swallowed the whole world..."
"Ancient evil god...you can actually escape from death under Sister Shabu's tentacles?"
Zhen Cheng and Justice looked at each other. The short-haired woman in front of them was more capable than they expected.
A one-on-one life-and-death fight was just one aspect. The short-haired girl couldn't beat them, but the difference in realm was too great. But if they were to face Shub with their current divine bodies, neither of them would be sure to escape unscathed.
Hearing the two of them calling out the name of the world-devouring monster so affectionately, the short-haired woman couldn't help but shudder: "So..."
After hearing this explanation, Zhen Cheng felt reassured and directly explained: "Based on the current intelligence, I infer that Lamarck is trying to get you to follow the path of our mentor and replace him."
"Lamarck? Return to the road?" The short-haired woman looked confused when she heard this, and then her pupils shrank: "You mean that Lamarck is indeed a person and controls the game system?"
"To be precise, he is probably the master of the contemporary era and the most powerful among the creation gods." Zhen Cheng's conjectures have been confirmed in the ancient god's dream.
"Then the teacher who replaces you means..." The short-haired woman felt a chill running down her spine, and a bad premonition lingered in her heart.
"The eleventh dimension is called the [Mortal Transformation] realm, which is the unique level of the creation gods. And below it, in the tenth dimension, there can only be one person in the world, called the [Destiny] realm.
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Our teacher, she has been causing trouble with the creation gods. So I guess God Lamarck may want to repeat her path and ask you to take her place.
Speaking of which, where do you think the [World Fragments] you pursued in your previous missions came from?"
Killing the short-haired woman may not necessarily destroy Lamarck's layout, and destroying Lamarck's layout may not necessarily be beneficial to them.
But telling these truths is definitely something that the Creator Gods, who have been hiding their heads and tails, did not expect. To disrupt the situation is exactly the duty of the [Sequel Poets].
There is beauty in the chaos.
After hearing this, the short-haired woman could not help but tremble all over.
Unlike the vast majority of candidates who are ignorant, fearless and self-centered, she has been exposed to too many secrets and knows the humbleness of her own existence.
Although it sounds like Lamarck's camp is stronger than that of Blood Candle Keep, she is just a pawn. If she really wants to "comply with destiny" to replace that terrifying "mentor", I'm afraid it means putting her under
Death place.
When the time comes, even if that one doesn't take action against her personally, just randomly sending a goddess from this group of disciples won't be enough for her.
After a long sigh, she asked: "How can I... survive?"
Originally, she did not know the existence of the god Lamarck, and only thought that the game system was a mechanical program. In that case, she could completely passively slow down her work and use various subjective initiatives to avoid a certain death situation.
But now that it is known that Lamarck is indeed a person, these things she heard today, and even her current mentality of breaking down and giving up and just wanting to sleep peacefully, I am afraid that she will inevitably die after being found out.
Knowing clearly that this was the case, he still agreed to answer her questions and tell the truth. The short-haired woman looked up at Zhen Cheng and couldn't wipe away a trace of resentment in her eyes.
"[The God of Rescue]," who knew that before Zhen Cheng could make any more calculations, Justice gave the answer directly: "[The God of Rescue] can allow people to escape from the Lamarck game safely, and of course it will charge an acceptable amount.
price."
"Is there such a thing?" Zhen Cheng was curious.
"The teacher's father has done it before, and Misha has detailed records of specific examples and methods. As long as we can take the [God of Rescue] out of this strangely isolated area, there should be a way to help this young lady.
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Justice's bright spring smile gave the desperate short-haired girl a sense of protection and trust.
But the long-term experience of being in Lamarck's game made it impossible for the short-haired girl to appreciate such simple kindness: "Why... help me..."
"Help the lady who is forced into trouble," Justice said with a stern smile: