purgatory artist

Chapter 205 About the Fool 3-6912 Sequence

A door made of coiled vines opened.

The wood elf stepped out the door with a look of surprise on his face.

Surrounded by endless fog, there is a long branch at the foot.

Dense vines hang down from the branches, and each vine hangs a corpse.

The wood elf sighed, and pulled a vine from under his feet.

The vine immediately bound his hands and then tightened his neck.

"Kneel down."

A voice sounded from behind.

The wood elf knelt slowly on the branch.

Waited for a few breaths.

The voice sounded again:

"Before execution, what else can you say?"

The vines gradually tightened the wood elf's body, so that he let out a violent cough.

"I...didn't do...anything wrong."

he insisted.

There was a chill in that voice, and he said, "You handed over my leaf to a mortal, and you still feel that you have done nothing wrong?"

The wood elf moaned and said, "The great... tree of mystery... He is my chosen one, for five years later..."

next moment.

The vines that were tightly bound to the wood elf's body were all loosened, so that he collapsed on the branch at once, and it took him a long time to recover after panting.

"Go on," said the voice.

"From my contact with him, he played tricks on a prisoner, completed a deal with the Wanyan Demon King, and also tricked the Supervisory Council by the way—in my long life, I have never seen such a powerful Humans." said the wood elf.

"A born liar, is that so?" said the voice.

"He's only 14 years old," said the Wood Elf.

The voice paused, and said, "That's not worth paying for a leaf—he can't even get past the sandbox, can he?"

The wood elf didn't answer, and continued on his own: "When the Wanyan Demon King gave him the spirit-killing artifact, he just glanced at it indifferently, without even the slightest emotion. This is not what an ordinary person should have. Reaction."

"What do you want to say?" the voice asked.

"I originally thought he would kill me, but his choice was to exchange my life and future rewards for a way to save their world..." the wood elf said.

"Repay? Go on," said the voice.

The Wood Elf showed memories, and said after a while: "I haven't seen such an outstanding human being for a long time. If he can survive and experience another five years of growth—"

"Then, when the catastrophe comes five years later, maybe he can stand by our side and give us more confidence."

The voice was silent for a long time, and said:
"You really think he's worth a leaf?"

The wood elf said, "It's worth it."

The mist that had lingered behind the branches dissipated.

In sight, a towering human-shaped giant tree slowly lowered its head, stared at the wood elf on its finger, and made a buzzing sound:
"If he survives, you live; if he wastes that leaf, you die."

"Understood, Your Excellency." The wood elf said.

……

A halo bloomed from under his feet.

next moment.

The long knife left his hand and turned into an afterimage, flashing continuously in the void.

20 people.

Twenty streaks of blood.

Twenty flying heads.

The long knife shook in mid-air, shaking off all the bloodstains, then flew down beside Liu Ping, and gently fell back into the sheath.

Liu Ping glanced at the black leaf in his hand.

There is no hint.

The indifferent metallic voice sounded again:

"The second inspection procedure begins."

"Start to draw professionals ten levels higher, please defeat the opponent within 30 seconds, otherwise you will be imprisoned as a prisoner."

In midair, professional cards appeared again.

They stared blankly at Liu Ping, then slowly landed and stood opposite Liu Ping.

Each person has a number in the upper left corner:
"17."

Thirty professionals.

They stood in a circle around Liu Ping, enclosing him in the middle.

A metallic sound rang out:
"Attention, the 30-second timer will start soon!"

The professionals looked at Liu Ping one after another.

Andrea's worried voice sounded:
"They are all ten levels higher than you, do you want to summon a heroic spirit?"

"Need not."

As Liu Ping spoke, his figure flashed, and he had joined the 30 people, standing beside a man holding a heavy machine gun.

When the man raised his machine gun, he also raised his long knife, pointing at the empty encirclement.

Everyone was stunned.

Before Liu Ping's eyes, a line of small burning characters quickly appeared:

"You imitated their expressions and movements."

"You activated the Fisherman."

"Explanation: You became one of them."

"Combat Tips:"

"—they lost their target!"

The summoning halo of 40 meters appeared again.

The long knife left his hand and turned into an afterimage, flashing continuously in the void.

30 people.

Thirty streaks of blood shot up into the sky.

Thirty heads fell to the ground.

The long knife shook in mid-air, shaking off all the bloodstains, then flew down beside Liu Ping, and gently fell back into the sheath.

That indifferent metallic voice sounded:

"The third inspection procedure begins."

"Start to draw professionals who are [-] levels higher. Please defeat the opponent within ten seconds, otherwise you will be imprisoned as a prisoner."

Ten seconds!

Level 37 professional!
"...so troublesome." Liu Ping sighed.

I saw cards flying down one after another, turning into professionals one after another, appearing around Liu Ping.

This time, there were fifty professionals in total.

Liu Ping carried the knife on his shoulder, showing deep thought.

No wonder the tree elf said it was very difficult.

What kind of examiner could kill fifty professionals thirty levels higher than himself in ten seconds?
Or--

What exactly is a tester?
The indifferent metallic sound sounded again:

"Please note that the ten-second timer will start immediately."

Liu Ping withdrew his thoughts.

"Andrea, shout out," he said.

Andrea emerged quietly, took his hand, and shouted at the crowd: "Stop."

An inexplicable fluctuation of power emanated from her.

——Longwei of the fortieth-level dragon clan!
all of a sudden.

Everyone was limp on the ground.

"go."

Liu Ping threw the long knife.

The knife shuttled quickly within the envelope of the halo, cutting off heads one by one.

one second.

two seconds.

All 50 people died.

——The battle is over.

All corpses and cards gradually disappear.

The world turned into a blank again.

A cold metal sound sounded——

Its tone is much more respectful:

"Sandbox verification passed."

"Please choose your race, we will serve you soon."

In the void, the names of races emerged one by one, gradually filling the void in front of them, and circled around again, almost filling up the blank space around Liu Ping.

Liu Ping looked up.

Thousands of races of devils—

Thanks to learning a lot of devil's characters in the past six months, Liu Ping was able to identify more than 100 kinds of devil's races.

The rest are all unknown.

Beyond the racial titles of the devils, the rest are all kinds of strange characters, which are obviously corresponding to the race.

Liu Ping looked back and forth, and suddenly discovered a strange thing.

——There is no human race text.

He couldn't believe it, so he read it again, only to find that he hadn't missed anything.

Really.

No human words.

A sequence world full of human beings, but without human race characters.

Liu Ping had some indescribable feeling in his heart.

He looked down at the leaves in his hand.

A line of small characters appeared on the leaves:
"You have the heroic spirit of the Dragon Clan, and you can temporarily borrow the identity of the Dragon Clan."

Liu Ping said: "Andrea, can you find the characters of the dragon clan from the titles on the opposite side?"

Andrea flew out, pointing to a line of text in the void that exudes the meaning of ancient vicissitudes:
"Yes, the name of our dragon clan is here."

"There is no human race here. If we use the identity of the dragon race, can you help me translate the text that appears later?" Liu Ping asked.

"It's simple."

Andrea lightly patted Liu Ping on the shoulder.

A line of burning small characters quickly appeared:

"You have mastered the language of the Dragon Clan, and you can communicate in Dragon Language (for one hour)."

Liu Ping patted Andrea's head, and said in the middle of the air:
"Dragon clan."

Then the metallic sound sounded——

It has become the language of dragons:

"Your Excellency, all the options are ready, please check this sequence."

All race names disappeared from the void, and a few lines of text appeared instead:

"All cards."

"Occupation and skill allocation."

"Fate line."

"Harvest deadline setting."

"Emergency measures."

"history record."

"About the Fool 3-6912 sequence."

Liu Ping looked down at the leaves.

On the leaves, a line of small characters appeared:
"To deal with prisoners, you can choose 'emergency measures'."

Liu Ping raised his head and was about to speak when he suddenly stopped.

His eyes moved back and forth among several options.

These options -

Why give yourself a very uncomfortable feeling?

It's hard to come here.

It seems... Before dealing with the prisoners, I can look at other options first.

With this in mind, he said, "Show the last item."

A metallic sound followed:
"You are about to check the relevant description of this sequence: 'About the Fool 3-6912 sequence'."

Shake.

The blank world completely disappeared.

Liu Ping found himself standing in an extremely large conference room.

The entire meeting room was full of people, all kinds of races that Liu Ping had never seen before.

Most of them are somewhat human-like, but some are entirely composed of elements, and some are completely unrecognizable beings.

Liu Ping scanned around and suddenly saw an acquaintance.

——It was a silver-haired old man in a black tuxedo.

He is the owner of the Hellflame Bank, the old god, the incarnation of the ancient demon king.

In this conference room, he sat in the front row.

But before him, there were many rows of seats filled with people.

"quiet!"

"quiet!"

A voice sounded in the meeting room:
"Okay, now let's announce the final disposal method of the human race."

"—They are races from beyond Purgatory and Eternal Night, and they don't belong to our world."

"However, souls are always good for our world. After all, who doesn't want their souls?"

"Therefore, at this meeting, the following general decisions were made:"

"Give the human race a brand new sequence for them to exist in purgatory and eternal night."

"They're slaves, food, and whatnot, to please all masters anyway, so they're allowed to live in our world."

"Although their sequence is not included in all the Purgatory and Eternal Night sequences, and can only exist as an accessory, the term 'clown' is not very nice, so it is rejected."

"Finalize their sequence name:"

"Fool."

"Yes, they will become an ignorant race of creatures that exist only to provide souls."

(End of this chapter)