The absurd game of a performance artist

Chapter 2 Performance Artists

what's going on?
Looking at the surrounding scene, Mo Zhen seemed to have just woken up, and his mind was in a trance.

This is a rather stylish corridor. Classical oil lamps light up the lifelike portraits on the corridor, and a blanket with gorgeous patterns on the floor goes straight to the end.

At this time, he was wearing a black suit and sitting in the middle of the corridor, and the surrounding scene looked very dinner party style, if... there were no guys standing by pointing guns at him.

"Dear guest, please follow me, other guests are already waiting in the banquet hall!"

A sharp sound stimulated Mozhen's eardrums, and Mozhen's drooping eyes slightly turned to look at the reputation.

In front of the corridor stood a strange creature that looked like a butler. It had a fish head and a human body. The huge protruding eyeballs looked like they were about to come out of their sockets. The gills on both sides of the neck were trembling rhythmically. He was wearing a gorgeous black tuxedo. .

The guys who pointed their guns at Mozhen were similar in this way, except that the black tuxedo had become a thick copper helmet.

In this case, could it be that... I didn't wake up?
slap-

Following a strong convulsion, Mozhen gasped, his whole body was full of energy and refreshed.

On the pinky finger where the nails fell off, the intense stimulation transmitted is called truth.

Under the stimulation of pain, Mozhen's brain became clear and sharp from the drowsy sleep state, and he quickly listed a bunch of information related to the current situation in his mind.

[High-intensity literary creation for more than 30 consecutive hours] [Mysterious dialogues produced in a trance] [Real sensory experience as real as reality] [A strange world between science fiction and fantasy]

The information in Mozhen's mind was combined into two situations through his unique permutation and combination deduction method.

[Situation [-]: I died suddenly in the code, and the plot in the time travel novel happened, and I traveled to a foreign world]

[Situation [-]: I fell asleep in the code words, and the plot in the science fiction happened, and the consciousness was transferred]

If it was situation one, Mo Zhen would immediately slap himself twice and apologize to the time-traveling literature creators whom he despised in the past 20 years.

Really sorry!Please forgive my superficial cognition, in order to euphemistically pass on this world-shattering truth to everyone, you have put in so much effort and have to endure the ridicule of ignorance in the world, you are really great!

At this moment, a familiar voice came from Mozhen's mind, which seemed to come from the same source as the voice he heard in a trance.

[Lucky ones who have been selected, let’s celebrate!You are only one short test away from becoming a member of [Surreal Paradise]...]

[Game Type: Personality Test]

【You are traveling in a remote country, and you have received an invitation to dinner that you cannot refuse. How will you complete this unforgettable dinner? 】

【Game goal: complete the dinner party】

[Now, I wish you a happy meal! 】

The balance tilted, and the possibility of [Situation [-]] skyrocketed instantly.

game?Could it be... the legendary virtual reality game!

Compared with traveling through another world, the possibility of being kidnapped and lying in a certain game cabin covered in tubes is obviously one dimension higher.

In an instant, Mozhen immediately put away the absurd thoughts that had appeared in his mind, and strengthened his belief.

Apologize?What an apology!You guys who are stumbling blocks on the road of spiritual civilization construction in Tianlong Shangguo, go to the assembly line to screw the screws for me!

Didn't think too much about what the game was about, because anyway, the game had already started, and Mo Zhen just wanted to make the game interesting now.

Unlike most people, Mo Zhen is an extreme optimist. Unlike most people who are ups and downs in reproduction and lamenting life, old age, sickness and death, he has long forgotten the heavy mission entrusted to him by DNA, and devotes every minute and every second to Fun unlimited art creation.

Gaining happiness from artistic creation, passing happiness to others through artistic creation, and making the existence of the whole world interesting, this is the great ideal of Mozhen.

People like Mo Zhen, we call...

Mentally ill.

Putting his little finger dripping with blood in his mouth, Mo Zhen got up expectantly and followed the housekeeper away.

The moment he stood up, a system menu appeared in front of Mo Zhen's eyes.

The red, blue and green rectangular icons slapped hard on Mo Zhen's eyeballs.

[Life Point: 98%]

【Physical value: 99%】

[Spirit value: 94%]

When this tragic and uncreative youngest appeared in front of Mozhen, the whole game instantly had a cheap quality of digging the ground with a golden hoe in his eyes.

If possible, Mo Zhen really wanted to join this game company immediately, and slapped the game designer on the face.

"Bastard! The low-energy setting that you can only come up with in a third-rate novel, is it worthy of the great technical power of this game! Your job belongs to me, get out of here!"

However, the appearance of the third child brought Mo Zhen infinitely closer to [Situation [-]], and his inner disdain for a certain group of writers swelled wildly.

Bastards who are still typing on the keyboard, don't struggle, immediately recognize your own value, and build a materially civilized society down-to-earth!

Walking through the long corridor with the housekeeper, Mo Zhen found that although all the portraits were lifelike, their colors were too monotonous, and all of them used some kind of dark red paint.

Looking down at the carpet, Mo Zhen compared it and found that the dye of the carpet and the paint of the painting seemed to be the same thing.

"Sentimental, do you like to engage in after-dinner art..."

The corners of the mouth were raised slightly, revealing a frivolous smile, Mo Zhen seemed to know the plot direction of this dinner.

Standing in front of the embossed door, which can be called a work of art, the butler bowed slightly.

"In order to ensure the safe and smooth progress of the dinner, please allow us to keep the dangerous items on your body."

Without any resistance, Mo Zhen raised his hands and let the other party search him.

It seems that this is a game of brains, and every link restricts players from using force.

This is good news for Mozhen. At the moment the third child jumped out, he was a little worried whether the game would be a live-action combat simulator...

Hmm... He's not worried because he has been engaged in artistic creation for a long time, and his hand-to-hand combat ability is worrying. It's definitely not...

It's because compared to simple and crude real-life combat simulators, only deciphering games of wisdom can bring him the fun of the game and the inspiration for creation!

After a careful search, the housekeeper who found nothing let Mo Zhen go.

Entering the banquet hall, it is a different scene.

The bright firelight is warm and soft, the huge crystal pendant shines brightly under the firelight, the reliefs on the wall are magnificent, and a grand long table is placed in the center of the banquet hall.

Mo Zhen glanced at the long baroque table, and four people were already seated at the table.

The fat, greasy middle-aged man kept wiping the sweat from his forehead. He wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on his plump face, looking like a businessman.

Judging from his panicked expression and constant sweat, this guy seemed to be quite frightened.

Quietly twitching the corners of his lips, Mo Zhen labeled him in his heart - [low-energy fat accumulation].

This is Mo Zhen's little hobby. He likes to put a label on the person he meets for the first time to determine the identity of the other party.

Opposite the [low-energy fat accumulation], a small girl with a mushroom head and a pair of round glasses resting on the bridge of her nose crossed her hands on the table.

Her indifferent expression is like a cold-blooded killer, which is incompatible with her lovely round face.

Seeing the other party's solemn and indifferent face, Mo Zhen smiled politely, and immediately labeled the other party - [Posturing Child].

On the other side, a long-haired beauty shivered shivering in a chair, her panic-stricken posture did not look like a guest should have.

Seeing Mo Zhen coming in, the other party immediately cast a pitiful look as if he had found a life-saving straw.

That charming and beautiful face paired with the tears in his eyes filled people with the desire to protect.

Mo Zhen looked at each other affectionately to show respect, and then slapped a [flat-chested oil bottle] on her face.

The last person left sat peacefully on the chair.

Thirty-seven broken hair, small black-rimmed glasses, and a medium build of [-].

This person looks ordinary, without any outstanding features to capture, his expression is indifferent between ignoring everything and extremely disturbed numbness.

Mo Zhen took a few glances at the other party, only to see the other party suddenly smiled awkwardly and cast a slightly shy look.

This look is...

【Community animals with same-sex orientation】

Smiling to the four of them, Mo Zhen pulled out a red sandalwood horseshoe chair and sat in it generously.

"Please wait a moment, my master Baron Snake will arrive soon."

After bowing gracefully, the butler disappeared into the banquet hall with a group of guards.

The five guests had a short time to chat freely before the dinner host arrived.

After the butler left, Mo Zhen immediately got up gracefully, opened his arms and spoke freely.

"It's an honor to meet all of you, Mo Zhen, Mo Zhen Mo, Mo Zhen Zhen! Can you tell me how you all came here?"

Mo Zhen looked familiar, like the host of a dinner party, casually breaking the silent atmosphere.

"Let me go first! Well, I came from a... dream!"

With a simple sentence, everyone present was shocked immediately, and all of them cast their eyes on Mo Zhen.

Observing the eyes of the crowd, Mo Zhen could probably understand that all the guests present should be players with similar situations as himself after just a trial.

Sure enough, the beauty who was shivering in the chair immediately showed a look of joy, and said in a trembling voice.

"Ah! Are you... are you also a player who came in out of nowhere?"

This delicate voice made one's bones tremble, and Mo Zhen nodded firmly, encouraging the other party to continue talking.

"That's right! I'm also a little distressed about the current situation, so it might be helpful to share with everyone."

The beautiful woman breathed a sigh of relief, and said delicately.

"Ha...that's great, I finally found my teammate! Oh, yes, I'm a game anchor, you can call me Miss Zhou Zhou, I was sleeping in the stream before, and I came here to meet these monsters when I woke up. Miss Ben was scared to death..."

Just as the two were talking, [Low-energy fat accumulation], who had been madly controlling the overflow of body fluids, suddenly had his eyes lit up.

"Phew—it turns out that everyone is a player in this game, that... I am a successful Two-dimensional enthusiast, just call me Uncle Chen! Uncle, I just finished socializing yesterday, and I fell asleep I woke up and came to this ghostly place, at first I thought I had broken through the dimensional wall, and my dream had come true..."

Apparently, a certain fat man's strange dream of having a candlelight dinner with the paper man came to nothing in front of the mermaid monster.

While listening to their introduction, Mo Zhen quickly looked around the entire banquet hall. Except for knives, forks and dinner plates, there was no food on the table.

Looks like the food won't be served until after the dinner party has started.

"Hey Mozhen, are you also an anchor? I don't seem to have heard of you much..."

Seeing Mo Zhen being so talkative and full of ability to control the field, Ms. Zhou Zhou thought that the other party, like herself, was from an anchor background.

Mo Zhen stretched out an index finger and waved it lightly.

"No, no, no, I'm not an anchor, that kind of low-purity performance can't satisfy my artistic pursuit..."

Seemingly overwhelmed by Mo Zhen's aura, Miss Zhou Zhou asked curiously.

"Oh? Then you are..."

I saw Mozhen open his arms, make a gesture of "praise the sun", and shouted in a professional bel voice.

"I am a maverick and outstanding, originating from life and higher than life, not understood by the world, but loving everyone in the world... a performance artist!"

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