In the abandoned shrine, the color of the surface of the insect chrysalis changed from white to beige, then gradually darkened, and finally turned into a blood eggplant-like brown like when a wound scars.
After the color change stopped, a few minutes later, the chrysalis suddenly shattered, and thousands of fragments the size of fingernails collapsed to the ground. Those brown fragments were very dry, and they fell very neatly, without any stain on them.
On the man inside the chrysalis.
This third-level derivative looks like a man in his thirties, with soft facial lines and medium hair. He looks like a rather polite person. The outfit he is wearing is actually the player's novice server.
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After emerging from the chrysalis, he moved his neck expressionlessly. At this time, he had no right arm. There was a very flat incision on his right shoulder. No flesh and blood could be seen on the cross section of the incision. There was just a patch of loose hair.
If you look closely at the shimmering surface, you can see very fine data streams swarming on its surface.
"Tch...it's still the same..." he muttered in a rather unhappy tone, walked to the corner of the room and picked up the clay pot on the ground.
His right arm cannot be generated as an entity together with other body data when entering the script, so every time he has to wait for the body to be materialized before finding and connecting the hand.
There is a narrow space pocket behind the mouth of the clay pot, which is similar to the player's luggage, but when the arm comes out of it, this space will disappear. The right arm of this derivative is like a piece that cannot be carried around.
, the baggage that cannot be separated, when Hui Hui enters the script, it is directly squeezed in from the space rift in physical form.
He took his arm out of the jar and put it on his shoulder. When the two luminous cross-sections came into contact, the entire area on the right side of the derivative's body was distorted. Without any physical collision,
The wall near that side is suddenly sunken, and the surface also shows an irregular undulation.
After the connection was completed, he tried to wave his arm, then looked at his right hand and muttered: "So many times...the running-in time has not shortened even a second..." He could feel it without connecting the arm.
When you reach the position of your arm, you can also immediately know how long it will take for this set of data to be in sync with the body after connecting it.
In short, it will take some time for this third-level derivative to return to 100% combat power. Now this arm seems to be growing on his body, but it is still unable to use its full strength.
"it hurts……"
"So sad……"
"help me……"
Suddenly, moans one after another sounded in the ears of the derivative. He frowned slightly and looked down following the sound. He saw that the floor of the house was covered with horrible ghosts covered in blood at some point.
Those ghosts came from under the floor through the wall, like dying people trapped in a quagmire. Some of them only showed their heads, and some had half of their bodies emerging. Their white hair was scattered on their faces, their faces were pale, and their eyes were in their sockets.
They are all black holes, with no eyes, half-open mouths, and outstretched hands. They look like a drowning person trying to catch something... The ghosts' moans are not loud, they just sound like they are struggling in pain.
It was just a cry for help, but that's how it penetrated... At this moment, the entire floor of the house was covered with the figures of these ghosts, and this derivative man almost didn't even have a place to stay. Soon, the ghosts reached out and grabbed him
They grabbed him, some hands grabbed his ankles, and some leaned out and grabbed the corners of his clothes.
"Does the boss in this script use illusion..." His eyes lit up, and a glimmer appeared in his pupils, "Huh... it seems quite cunning..."
The next second, he slightly bent his knees and made a very light bouncing action. And this seemingly inadvertent jump allowed him to get rid of the shackles of the ghost hands and perform a difficult turn of one and a half straight body movements.
It jumped directly onto the rafters.
A gray ghost figure was hiding on the beam. This monster was exactly the same as the one Feng Bujue encountered. Before it could make any attack, it was "exploded" by the derivative with a punch from his left hand.
Level three derivatives can see the world in the script from a different perspective than the players. They can turn the scenery in their eyes into a half-data, half-entity state, and can also perceive within a certain range. Therefore, hallucinations are very important to them.
It is in name only, and is far less threatening than its actual power and speed.
"Strange...hasn't that level 4 guy solved the boss yet?" He was thinking as he raised his leg and kicked it, his toes easily passed over his head. The roof of the shrine was lifted at that time, and a strong impact broke through
A large hole was opened, big enough for someone to jump out of.
After jumping onto the roof, he saw a hazy moonlight in front of him. Of course, for a derivative, light is a very secondary observation condition. Even in that dark room, he could see clearly.
There is a dry well in the courtyard of the shrine.
At this time, the head of the fourth-level derivative was placed on the edge of the well.
"Are you kidding..." He whispered, his body moved, and he swept forward. His whole body suddenly fell from the air, his feet touched the ground, and he stood firmly.
When he came to the head, he said, "What happened?" It seemed that he knew very well that the head could still communicate with him.
"I...went to...the...world on the other side..." The head spoke like a broken radio station.
Although the fourth-level derivatives are the weakest level among the derivatives, according to common sense, their combat power will never be worse than the script boss (not all worlds are suitable for derivatives to enter, such as the Thunderbolt world, there will never be derivatives)
), the situation in front of me is very abnormal.
"I have... finished... the data... broken..." He could no longer say a complete sentence: "It put me... here... to let you..." At this point, in the well
Jing suddenly stretched out a ghostly claw and dragged the head down.
The third-level derivative standing by the well also encountered this situation for the first time. He immediately started a series of logical analysis. First, he checked the positions of the players and the GM. These guys were still on their way up the mountain.
, the situation at hand obviously has nothing to do with them; and then they tried to establish data-level communication with the boss (the benchmark for third-level derivatives is to drive some script bosses with low intelligence, so x-23 once commanded Ashford
Dr. De's mutant), and the result was a complete failure.
"If you still don't understand what I mean, I'll say it myself." Suddenly a deep, distant voice came from the dry well: "I put his head here just to tell you to be smart and don't try to
