Chapter 273: The humble 007 [Thanks to the lord of the wild wolf]
Grow together.
In the dim light, 007 stared at the coat that clung to him.
She and this dress have grown together...
Because it was too cold last night, 007 had no intention of taking off his clothes at that time, so he just shivered in them and spent the night picking up dead branches.
After waking up during the day, there were so many things to do that she simply ignored the clothes given to her by the little girl.
Before this, she had never thought that even if she only wore the clothes in the dungeon, she would slowly merge with the dungeon.
That’s right, fusion…
Their mission is to escape from the fairy tale city.
And the so-called fairy tale city is this copy!
All players who enter this dungeon will be slowly integrated until the identity of the "player" is completely blurred, and finally become part of this dungeon!
Not long ago, 007 discovered the truth.
It's not that she hasn't seen the machines coming and going on the street, she has also had doubts about it, but the people who just look at the machines can't analyze anything at all.
Until just now, she found a shovel.
A shovel with a special item attached to it. It seems that a group of players used this shovel a long time ago and left their special items here.
When 007 picked up that special item, it could no longer be used normally, and even the introduction was garbled, as if the data had been destroyed by this copy...
The special item was destroyed by the copy. This is something unheard of and unseen!
At this moment, 007 discovered that the witch-like person assigned a task to the player, which was very similar to the task assigned to her by the little girl selling lighters. The NPCs in this copy seemed to like to publish tasks that cost players a lot of time.
, tasks that easily integrate into this world.
And the witch handed the player a shovel exactly like the one in 007's hand.
This also means that a long time ago, this witch also issued the same mission to the previous batch of players, but then those players who took the mission seemed to disappear. They couldn't help but throw away the shovel, and even the special items had abnormal data.
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Combined with the group of mechanically moving people she saw on the street before, 007 understood something.
All players who failed the mission have been integrated by this copy!
The mechanical people she saw were all fused players!
007 still remembers that there is a rule in this global game that the same instance cannot accept two groups of players at the same time. If you want the next group of players to come in, the previous group of players must exit the instance without missing a beat.
If those mechanical people are really the first few batches of players, theoretically they should not be able to come in, but there is another explanation that can be explained -
Those people are no longer considered players.
They have been completely assimilated into the NPCs in this dungeon and can no longer be judged as "players".
So now in this dungeon, they are the only real "players"...
It is said that this is a "Fairy Tale City", but in fact the name of this dungeon should be "Assimilation City".
Now 007 has guessed how to complete the task of "Escape from Fairy Tale City".
"Just don't accept NPC missions in the first place"
"Just stay away from everyone here in the first place."
"Just don't touch anything here in the first place."
"As long as they behave incompatible with this fairy tale city, they will not be assimilated. Presumably, such people will be directly expelled from this dungeon in a short time. And in the end, the unfortunate people who are assimilated..."
007 shivered hard.
If the player dies in the dungeon, he will wake up directly in reality, but this dungeon will not kill people, it will gradually assimilate the player into a part of the dungeon, which means...
The sky has completely darkened.
There was not even a moon in the sky tonight, and the entire forest looked even more gloomy than last night.
007 tore the cloth on his sleeves hard again, it was very painful, and the clothes had completely grown on him.
This also means that I have begun to be assimilated by this copy.
Yesterday she was still worried that Shou would suddenly be chased by a ghost, but now she understood that in this copy, there was no danger of blood dripping as she imagined.
There will no longer be the despair, the hoarse crying and struggling, the pores on the back that suddenly enlarge when faced with a dangerous ghost, and those extremely horrifying scenes.
Some are just peaceful, lonely panic, which slowly amplifies and then spreads throughout the body.
Like a twilight old man who has run out of oil and lamps, watching death slowly approaching, feeling unwilling but unable to do anything.
"I'm going to watch myself die in a weird way"
It is death in the true sense of the word.
Even though her body may still be in meaningless motion somewhere, she is indeed dead, truly dead, and her moving body is just a programmed walking corpse.
The night wind blows through the forest.
The leaves above the head began to applaud again, as if they were mocking the stupid people.
007 closed his eyes and gritted his teeth: "Maybe as long as you discover the truth earlier and stay away from everything in this copy, you will have a chance of being saved..."
"No, it's not too late now!" She suddenly opened her eyes as if something suddenly occurred to her.
You absolutely cannot die in this place!
She thought as she gritted her teeth and pulled out a boning knife from the inventory.
"If I die before being completely assimilated into the copy, will I be saved?"
Just commit suicide first!
But just after she pulled out the machete, she hesitated.
"No, this is not safe... My body has been partially assimilated. What if it will be completely assimilated immediately after death?"
"We must... use a safer method. We must first remove all connections between ourselves and this copy..."
Thinking of this, 007 hesitated for a while, and then raised the knife with his right hand in the night.
At this moment, the moon shrouded in dark clouds suddenly showed its head. The moonlight shone on the sharp knife in her hand, and the blade suddenly flashed with a sharp cold light.
The shiny tip of the knife approached the cuff of his left arm, and then he dropped it without hesitation, cutting in like tofu.
The sharp tip of the knife sank into the skin of the arm, making a sound like cutting meat.
Without any pause, she held on to the courage she still had, and quickly and decisively grasped the knife tightly, and made a sharp upward stroke, letting the tip of the knife slide all the way to her elbow.
The scar on the arm was like a juicy peach that had been suddenly cut with a knife. The skin was slightly everted, and scarlet blood rushed out of the crack. Looking at the wound, it seemed that you could even see the faintly beating flesh inside.