Falling feeling, sudden and violent falling feeling.
At the same time, there was pain all over the body.
The change of scene still only took a moment.
The four players seemed to wake up from a dream. They suddenly opened their eyes and found that they were falling. Of course, the drop was only a few meters, and they could not fall to death at this distance.
The four people fell on a crimson carpet. They all stood up with groans and looked up.
Surrounded by a sea of books, it looked like a library. There were six rows of very high bookshelves connected together to form a hexagon, surrounding them like a wall.
The height of the ceiling is nearly ten meters, and there are several chandeliers in visible areas, so there is no problem with lighting.
Just above the four players, there was a large square iron cage hanging. The iron plate at the bottom of the cage had been opened at this moment. It seemed that this was the reason why they fell.
"Is this the so-called 'real world'?" Qiu Feng asked this question while reaching out and touching his chest. Fortunately, the blood hole was gone.
"Probably." Feng Bujue stood up from the ground and asked, "What's your survival value?"
"I have almost no damage." Honghu replied.
The chief accountant said: "Me too."
Qiu Feng replied: "The previous damage seems to have disappeared."
Feng Bujue's own survival value has also returned to 96%. It seems that in the "real world", their survival value has always been full, and it did not drop a little until they fell from the iron cage above.
"Well... that's right." Feng Bujue said: "All the items obtained in that spiritual world have disappeared." He was referring to the lighter, notebook, wallet, etc. in his pocket.
"The consumables I used in the memory space actually came back." Qiu Feng said.
After his reminder, Feng Bujue opened the menu again and checked the luggage column. He found that the piece of SCP-500 and a bottle of survival value supplement he had eaten were back.
Looking at the skill bar again, the Nan Dou Fei Long Fist I learned in the spiritual world is still there.
"In terms of items, we should be back to the state when we first entered the script." Feng Bujue said, "However... the skills I learned in the memory space have been retained." He touched his chin and speculated: "If I didn't
Learn this skill immediately. Instead, put it in your luggage in the form of a skill card, and maybe the thing will disappear..."
"You are really lucky." Honghu said, "You were able to pick up skills."
"You've been chatting with middle-aged Peter Pan for so long, but you didn't take the opportunity to ask him to teach you how to fly?" Feng Bujue replied.
"I actually asked him for advice." Honghu replied: "He told me that if you want to fly, you need the goblin powder, and you need to 'believe' that you can fly." He paused: "Now that I think about it,
...This also seemed to be a hint, but unfortunately...At the time, I thought he was just telling the setting of the original work, so I didn't take it seriously."
After Honghu said this, he added: "Oh. In addition, I also tried to ask him for sword skills." He sighed, "In the end, he said that the second year after he left Neverland, he was convicted of possessing a controlled knife.
He was arrested once for the crime. His dagger was permanently confiscated by the relevant authorities."
"Hey... the adult world is so scary..." Qiu Feng sighed.
The Controller said: "Aren't we all adults? That makes sense..." Even so, his tone of response was similar to Qiu Feng's.
Feng Bujue said: "It seems that you all had a wonderful childhood, so when you grow up, you will have a feeling...'I was in the midst of blessings but I didn't know how blessed I was back then.'"
Honghu looked at Brother Jue and said, "Well... let me guess... Crazy brother, were you not normal when you were a child?"
"Fortunately, my personality when I was seven or eight years old was not much different from what I am now." Feng Bujue replied.
"That's very abnormal..." Qiu Feng continued.
"Anyway, I felt at that time that children, including teenagers, were a group that was severely discriminated against in society." Feng Bujue said, "So when I was eleven years old, I wrote an article called "About Adults Treat Teenagers" "Stereotypes held by children."
"Does this show that among the hundreds of millions of flowers in the motherland, there are one or two weird ones like you?" After reading this book, Qiu Feng's ability to complain has improved significantly.
"You were still Pi Qiu (i.e. Pi Qiu. Translated from Hong Kong as Bi Chao) at that time, so you knew nothing." Feng Bujue naturally wouldn't lose out in the language competition.
The Chief Comptroller commented from the side: "But... Brother Crazy, you are indeed a strange person. When I was eleven or twelve years old, it was difficult for me to write a five hundred-word essay."
Feng Bujue snorted coldly: "What is this? As early as when I was ten years old, I had already completed my debut short story "Sword God" by handwriting on an exercise book. For a text as long as a thesis, I can't write it. I sat down on the toilet with my laptop and finished writing in the time it took me to take a dump."
They seemed to be chatting, but in fact they were all multitasking. Their hands and feet were not idle.
The four of them were tacitly responsible for each direction. While talking, they looked at the surrounding bookshelves, trying to find a way to leave this area.
"If it doesn't work, let's climb to the top of the bookshelf and have a look." After observing for a while, the chief inspector said: "You can jump onto the iron cage first, and then use the iron chain above the cage to climb up to reach the same level as the top of the bookshelf. After reaching the height, it is easy to jump up."
"Don't you think about...reading all the books around you?" Feng Bujue's reading addiction broke out and he made some shocking remarks.
Qiu Feng looked up at the eight-meter-high, fully packed bookshelf and laughed dryly: "Even if the four of us look separately, we probably won't be able to finish the table of contents until we are forced to disconnect."
Honghu did not get too involved in the nonsense of the three people. His attention was mainly on the "hidden world view". At this moment, in the extended menu of the taskbar, the world rules of this script have been written out:
Hidden worldview: Imprisoned in the brain.
A powerful creature with extensive knowledge of books brings players into the world in their own minds. In this world, every virtual character known to him will become a creature with self-will and influence each other.
X-23 was blocked when recovering SCP-233 before because...she wanted to enter the world inside the head of the "boss". If it weren't for this reason, the boss wouldn't be able to stop her at all. For someone of Twenty-Three's level For derivatives, invading the script from another world is nothing at all, and the system cannot intervene, let alone those data that are lower than the level of the Four Pillar Gods.
"It's not difficult to get out from here." After Honghu thought about the world view thoroughly, he combined the mission and said: "But the current mission seems to imply to us that the real 'boss' is very strong..." He turned to look at his teammates
, "Is it really okay for us to leave this safe area rashly?"
"Indeed, for main missions with choices, such as defeating the real 'boss' or escaping from the Mystery Club, usually one of them is too difficult and is likely to lead to the destruction of the group, so the system gives players another easier path.
Customs clearance route." Qiu Feng continued.
"And higher difficulty clearance routes mean more experience and more skills..." Feng Bujue said in a very arrogant tone.
"But if our group is destroyed, we will have nothing." Honghu interrupted, "The risk factor also needs to be considered..."
"Before meeting that 'boss', no one knew how strong he was." Feng Bujue said: "You are all smart people. Now everyone is basically at full status and the luggage column has been unlocked. We shouldn't
Rather than belittle oneself in a hurry, one should objectively evaluate the overall strength of the team." He paused and then said: "What's more, this is just a team survival mode script with normal difficulty. No matter how strong the hidden boss is, how strong can it be?
"
"I said... Crazy brother, what do you mean, have you ever defeated a nightmare difficulty boss?" the chief asked.
Honghu touched his chin and muttered: "Crazy Brother's level has not yet reached level 30, so he should not be able to compete in the nightmare difficulty team survival mode. It seems... he has passed the nightmare level scenario in the single-player survival mode."
"This is not nonsense." Feng Bujue responded in a matter-of-fact tone: "This has been in open beta for nearly a month. Is it considered a new thing to clear the nightmare scenario?"
"I tried three nightmare-level scripts, but they all died in the middle game..." Qiu Feng said.
The Comptroller said: "I tried five times and failed once. Twice of them, at what I thought was the end of the plot, I failed..."
Honghu also said: "I am an individual player, unlike the professional players in their studio who have missions, so I try more. Since I reached level 15, I have tried a total of 26 single-player nightmare difficulty games.
I have only passed the level once in total." He adjusted his glasses and said, "To be honest, I have suffered some setbacks in my life, and my psychological quality is not bad. But when playing the nightmare difficulty, I really have no confidence.
Two or three times I was scared out of the script because the shock value was too high..."
Qiufeng said again: "But from what you say, crazy brother, it seems that clearing the level is a common phenomenon?"
"No." Feng Bujue immediately started to pretend to be stupid, "I have only cleared the nightmare scenario once, and that script was a puzzle scenario without a boss battle." He shook his head and said, "That's what I meant.
, compared with the nightmare-level script with death flags everywhere, is this ordinary boss nothing?"
"Hehehe... Count it as a ball?" Suddenly, a strange voice sounded, inserting into the conversation of the players: "If you think I am, then I can indeed become a ball." The voices came from all directions,
It was ringing in my ears. The most incredible thing is that this sound is exactly the same as the system prompt sound.
The expressions of the four players all changed. After quickly exchanging glances with each other, they said in unison: "Boss?"
