Batou De stood on the grass, motionless, listening to his confused thoughts echoing in the blank space.
The system that has been firmly controlling him in the [real game] is as if it has never existed; his field of vision is clean, the game interface is gone, the system can no longer speak, and there is only a gentle sound of wind in his ears.
.
He really wanted to turn his head and take a look at the person who just walked out from behind him.
But Batou De's body realized the gap and fear before him. At this moment, even the blood seemed to have stopped. His heart was tightly shrunk in his sternum, and he did not dare to make a sound. Even turning his eyes made people afraid that it would break.
The suffocating calm at this moment.
The person standing under the dark night is Fu Xilao?
...a new stage mission NPC?
When this sentence emerged from Badou De's mind, even he suddenly felt ridiculous - NPC? Impossible.
In addition to creating NPCs, [Realistic Games] can also affect real people, allowing them to "part-time" as game characters, and play the same role as game characters, interacting with themselves... However, Batou De is very clear that there are many dangers in the world.
No item has the power to influence the figure not far away from you.
He understood why Lou Qin told him to take care of himself.
The man let go and threw something on the grass; it wasn't like he was showing it to him, but it seemed like he was too lazy to put it away and didn't want to hold it anymore. It seemed that he had been picking up items one by one out of impatience and boredom before.
I don’t know how many things were thrown away.
In the dim moonlight, a half-frozen smiling face of a doll emerged from the grass.
Badou De is very familiar with this face; it is exactly how he greets NPCs in the game.
While he was unconscious, his whole body began to tremble slightly.
"Your broadcasting ability," Fusiro seemed not to notice his fear at all, and said softly: "Take me as your target, try it first... Well, you can say anything."
His attitude was very natural, as if since he had given orders, then of course the world would obey - because this is how the rules have always worked.
Badou De opened his mouth slightly. "You...what did you do?"
As if a little surprised, Fu Xilao said "Huh?" from her nose.
"My goal...my goal has not been completed yet. I still have one more task to go..."
"Oh." Fu Xiluo was silent for a few seconds after one syllable.
He was still standing in the dark night where he couldn't see clearly from the corner of his eye. He felt that all this was troublesome and sighed hoarsely.
"What goal?" he asked very tiredly.
"Residents of Fanjia City," Batou De replied tremblingly, "As long as I complete one more task, all residents of Fanjia City will be free..."
"Residents? Ordinary people?" Fu Xiluo paused and suddenly asked: "Why do you want to save ordinary people?"
Batou De swallowed his saliva. "I grew up in Fanjia City, and Fanjia City gave me everything...everyone in the city is my friend and my family..."
"I understand." Fushiro whispered, "...for you, they are the most important people. They are indeed very precious things."
Batou De did not expect that he actually seemed to be better at communicating than Lou Qin - Lou Qin was completely on the side of the evolvers. As long as she could save the evolvers from infinite drifting, she never seemed to consider the cost.
"Yes!" he said urgently, "If I turn it back on, can I still continue?"
Fu Xiluo tilted his head and looked him over.
"You haven't reacted yet?"
Badou De opened his mouth, but no sound came out.
"[Realistic Games] are not for you to achieve your goals," Fusiro said, finally taking two steps forward from the shadows and stopping next to the doll in the grass.
The dim moonlight fell on him, like a sigh dyed white from someone's half-dream.
Batou De couldn't help being stunned for a moment - he didn't expect that the powerful shadow in the dark night that seemed to be beyond human beings turned out to be a cold and tired young man when he walked into the moonlight. He didn't know how to make people feel...
I think of the frozen peach blossoms on the lakeshore in cold spring.
Fusiro didn't even raise his hands, but just lowered his eyes. The doll slowly turned over on its own, and with a few rustlings, its face was buried in the grass, and its back was open.
"It doesn't matter what the goal you want to achieve is fine," Fushiro looked at it and said softly: "The real focus of this item is the 'tasks' that the system asks you to complete. Those tasks are just another person passing through
Objects control what you do, in other words, a set of goals that others want to achieve."
Batou De stood there, his head empty for a while, still trying to identify every word he just heard.
"It's really easy for people to be stupid in strange places." Fushiro put his hands in his trouser pockets and sighed again. "But after all, the most important person has become a hostage... I can understand it."
[Realistic Game] Didn't he get it by defeating his competitors in every possible way? Didn't he also get system rewards? His progress, the 1471 people he rescued... If all of this is someone's way of manipulating him,
So - where are the residents of Fanjia City actually?
Badou De suddenly turned his head and looked behind him.
The hole created by the squeeze and rupture of space no longer exists; the place where he once did his clock-in tasks every day, and the room where he made broadcasts to the "underground farm", only remain in his memory.
Wait... Fusiro said that the broadcast he sent out was the purpose that others wanted to achieve?
Why do you want to achieve that goal?
Could this mean... could the underground farm be——
Batou De didn't know when, his body half-folded, and he put his hands on his knees. No matter how much he gasped for air, there was still no oxygen flowing into his chest. He wanted to vomit and cry for a moment, but he didn't understand why.
There will be people who go to great lengths just to tell ordinary people a complete lie.
Trembling all over, Batou De fell to the ground.
"Don't be too sad," Fu Xiluo squatted down in front of him, like a child, wrapping his arms around his knees. "Before I smooth the space, Lou Qin, let me tell you a few words...
…Only now do I understand her intentions.”
Badou De looked at him blankly.
"'I didn't completely deceive you. If you do a good job for Fu Xilao, I promise you that as long as the underground farm operates for one day, the people of Fanjia City can live a normal life for one day.'"
Fu Xiluo tilted his head, smiled softly, and rolled his eyes.
"Now, can you do as I tell you?"
Judging from Fushiro's combat prowess, he was actually extremely patient with himself... Batou De wiped his face and pressed his legs desperately to prevent his body from feeling like water waves blown by the wind.
Tremble.
He nodded and asked hoarsely: "...Do you want to start now?"
Fu Xiluo said "Yeah" from her nose.
While the [Real Game] was still running, Batou De worked hard to complete various tasks for a period of time and accumulated a lot of reward points, but did not exchange them for released residents; therefore, the number of released residents remained at
He stayed on 600/6305 for several days - but his choice was correct, or, at the time, it seemed correct.
All the reward points accumulated by Badou De were exchanged for a special item: [Ability Polishing Agent].
What's funny is that the [Ability Polishing Agent] itself also needs to be polished repeatedly; but the game system only charged him a little extra price and handed the completed body [Ability Polishing Agent] to him...
Thinking about it now, that's of course. The people behind the scenes of [Realistic Game] wish that his abilities would improve so that he could do things better for them.
Since using [Ability Polishing Agent], even though the number of released residents has continued to increase rapidly, Batou De will occasionally feel faintly wary and shocked by the new aspects of his abilities.
He took a deep breath, trying to forget the shadow-like fear cast by the man opposite him.
"You don't need me. There are so many people, means, abilities, and resources as powerful as you that you can never use them all... If you think about it carefully, you will find that you don't need me. You are going to send me back to the underground farm.
Go...right?"
Fu Xiluo sat on the grass, folding his hands, looking stunned and silent.
"You can persuade whomever you want to persuade, and the effect will be direct and strong..."
Speaking of this, Batou De's voice trembled, but fortunately it did not affect the performance of his abilities - Fu Shiluo was already immersed in his broadcast, and several silver balls were in the night sky above the two of them, lightly
Spin lightly.
"So, you want to send me back."
After an unknown amount of time, Fu Xiro finally blinked.
"I know," he said with a nasal voice like a child.
Badou De suddenly felt his heartbeat again.
"This level is not enough." Fusiro said thoughtfully, "Now it seems that the only way to make you stronger immediately is to make you a part of me."
I read everyone’s comments in the previous chapter with great interest. The genres you like to read are all diverse, but the commonalities are also obvious. It turns out that people who watch Doomsday don’t really want to read romance novels! I also find many genres very interesting.
, I really want to read it, it feels like our food is all eaten in the same pot. But I am really not good at ancient style writing. Now that I am 18, my mood has changed and I can’t write anymore. It’s like wearing small shoes.