Cthulhu Corrosion: Another World Rescue Plan

Iyalian is helping villagers repair their roofs in the shantytown.

Mo Yu's instructions to him are very clear - no need to participate in the main story, just wander around the shantytown tonight and follow your heart.

Since he was following his heart, and he was free anyway, Iyalian helped the people nearby.

Although the people here are all illusory products created by virtual and real power, Iyalian still felt pity when he saw the old man tremblingly climbing up the ladder to arrange the colorful lights and decorations, and couldn't help but step forward to lend a hand.

If there is one, there will be two, and if there are two, there will be three. At first, he just helped the elderly hang colorful lights and decorations. Later, more and more people came around, asking for help with a bit of shyness and embarrassment. Iyalian naturally accepted everyone who came, whether it was repairing doors and windows or repairing the roof, he responded one by one.

Although it was a dream, the gratitude of these people made Iyalian happy and full of a sense of accomplishment.

——Perhaps this is the joy that those adventurers feel when they help the ‘NPC’ to work?

When they are busy, they will not have any random thoughts in their minds, and they will not have time to consider where the lord has gone and what he has done.

Iyalian only knows that he just needs to trust the lord wholeheartedly.

His trust was not misplaced.

When he finished the work at hand, jumped down from the ladder and landed steadily, and took the dog back from the hands of the villagers next to him, he felt a different fluctuation.

The dream trembled, and the prey entered the net. The evil god has been served on the plate under the restraint of the power of rules, and the virtual and real guardians are happy to go there under the call of the power of rules.

The thick black fog and white feathers covered the body of Milk Teeth, and the dream was gradually covered by darkness. The first round of the battle of gods has been decided. Milk Teeth lost and Iyalian won.

The predator became the prey, and the prey tore a piece of flesh from the predator. The evil god who had been sure to win suddenly lost. This sudden development made the God of Light, who was watching the whole process, change his face. He scratched his head and couldn't figure out how this inexplicable new plot came about.

Mo Yu, who also watched the whole process, smiled and said nothing, hiding his merits and fame.

The plot has always been there, but no one has explored it or discovered it... It's just that people often ignore that outside the vision of the "protagonist", there is an endless world that is constantly operating and deducing according to its own rules and logic; outside the spotlight of the hero, there is always a dark reality that the light cannot illuminate.

'That's good. ' Mo Yu's mouth corners slightly raised, 'Iyalian only needs to keep his heart and be himself, and I will clear all obstacles on his way forward. The hero has already carried enough burdens on his shoulders, and there is no need to bear those insignificant moral reviews. ’

In this fantasy, the people of the Golden Country are all fake NPCs. As long as they are not living people, Mo Yu has no psychological burden to control and affect their life and death.

——For a senior planner and veteran player, it is a common practice to kill all the NPCs in the village and stuff them into the backpack just to increase the frame rate of the game screen.

Not to mention that Mo Yu did not directly and openly join forces with the bandits. He just took Iyalian's wallet in the afternoon, bought a broken cart and goods at the market, and walked around the Golden Country as a businessman.