Infinitely Criticizing the Villain for Being Like My Ex-Boyfriend

After many days, Zhang Chunliang met Tingying again.

She still lives in that remote little courtyard to recuperate, and is now able to stand up.

The players who were guarding outside the yard were nowhere to be found. Zhang Chunliang, with the big golden retriever, walked into the yard without stopping.

Tingying hung Shen Xingyi's portrait on a plain screen in the middle of the courtyard.

His appearance was already very clear, like a daily photo taken accidentally by someone. His familiar handsome and sharp eyebrows were slightly frowned, with a smile on the corners of his mouth, as if he was thinking about something interesting.

"I suggest you take it down. It's too weird to hang it in the middle of the yard." Zhang Chunliang made a sincere suggestion.

"Isn't this to make it easier for you to inject the soul?" Tingying rolled his eyes, and the black scabs on his face fell off.

"You look much better." Zhang Chunliang smiled. "It's great to see you again."

He took out the ink from his backpack. The dark green light, like green vines, lingered on his hands twice and then flowed into the scroll.

The originally yellowed drawing paper suddenly became bright and lustrous because of the addition of the soul. The surrounding area was moving without wind, and was filled with a mysterious aura.

From this moment on, the main support of Shen Xingyi's soul has been built. Next, this portrait will automatically attract other small fragments in the copy to leave the copy.

"When will he truly come back to life?" Zhang Chunliang stared at Shen Xingyi and asked softly.

"I don't know. This drawing paper is a god-level equipment. There is only one in the world. No one knows how the person in the portrait will come back after all the souls are gathered." Tingying walked to his side with his arms folded and looked at the boss's portrait with him.

She kindly added, "Maybe one day, when we just wake up from a nap or crawl out of a dungeon, the boss will be standing at the portal to greet us."

Zhang Chunliang stared at her boyfriend in the painting, and her heart ached.

"Why is it like this..." he murmured, "What happened at that time?"

He knew Shen Xingyi well. He was a thoughtful man who could keep a cool head no matter what situation he faced. Moreover, he was always cautious and never rashly did anything he was not sure of. And since he had started the war, he must have thought it through and planned it carefully.

I just don’t know what happened at that time that led to such a tragic end.

"He was about to win..." Tingying seemed to have thought of something and sighed softly.

Zhang Chunliang's heart moved, and he turned to look at her: "What did you encounter at that time?"

Ting Ying shrugged, his tone quite helpless: "That war mobilized 70% of the players at that time to join the battle. You don't know how tough the main brain of the game house is. If it wants, it can turn the entire player rest area into its body. We are responsible for containing its attacks, and the boss has entered its control area and wants to destroy its main brain."

The battle lasted for a long time. Countless dungeon channels were forcibly closed by the system. Players who were playing the game were completely blocked in the dungeon. Players who were lucky enough to stay outside the dungeon were directly faced with the main body of the game house - the player lounge.

Before this, no one knew that the place where players rest and live every day is actually the body of the game house.

Its head is the giant "Player Guide" screen in the center of the rest area, which is responsible for publishing missions and system update details. Its body uses rows of buildings as armor. Players fight on its bloated body, and the main brain releases all kinds of threatening and tempting information to them through the giant screen.

It said that the first player to surrender would receive a generous amount of points and a reward of not having to go to a dungeon for half a year. If a rebel's head was cut off, any item above level B would be obtained.

Countless players rushed to switch sides and surrendered back to the Game House camp, making this long-planned war as ridiculous as a child's play.

"This is what the boss had anticipated. It can be said that he deliberately let things go. This not only screened out the wavering players, but also caused Game House to lose a huge amount of energy." Tingying now recalled Shen Xingyi's expression when he said these words, and he was still very emotional. "He said that if we can give a group of players more chances to survive in this way, even if we fail in the end, it will not be meaningless."

"Trust me." Zhang Chunliang looked at her sincerely. "From what I know about him, even though he allowed that group of people to betray you and said such nice things, he might have secretly written them down in some notebook, waiting for a chance to seek revenge on them in the future."

Tingying looked stunned, but couldn't think of how to refute him, because given the boss's personality, it didn't seem too outrageous for him to do such a thing.

She coughed lightly, did not defend her boss, and continued to recall.

The players who did not switch sides used various skills and props to fight against the Game House, but they were unable to damage its foundation because all their abilities came from this horrible monster.

The players in the rest area suffered heavy casualties, and the whereabouts of those locked in the dungeon were unknown.

In this desperate situation, Shen Xingyi risked his life to rush into the main control area of ​​the Game House.

Maybe a day passed? Or maybe only seven or eight hours. In short, that period was too difficult to endure, and Tingying couldn't accurately estimate the time.

In short, the bloated and huge body of the Game House suddenly stagnated, and the fierce and angry attack stopped in the air, as if at that moment, something hit the vital point.

No one knew what Shen Xingyi had done. For a moment, Tingying thought they were about to win.

However, before the players had time to celebrate their victory, they saw an extremely sharp sound erupting from the main brain area of ​​the You family's control center.

Immediately afterwards, countless golden starlights burst out from the main brain area and rushed towards the entrance of the copy like a grand meteor shower.

The blocked entrance door burst open, and the starlight disappeared into the copy transmission area.

"I didn't know at the time that those were the boss' soul fragments." Tingying's smile was a bit forced. "If we had tried harder at the time, maybe we could have gotten a few fragments, and we wouldn't have to go through dungeons every day to look for him."

Zhang Chunliang lowered his eyes, his expression unclear.

In order to accumulate strength to fight with players, Game House forcibly cut off the channels for invading other worlds, thus wasting a lot of energy.

It used Shen Xingyi's soul power to make up for its own missing energy and opened the plane channel. This not only allowed more players to invade the world, but also allowed Shen Xingyi to consume his strength in the constantly opened copies, so that he would never be able to oppose it again.

Shen Xingyi's soul power is so strong that after he entered the copy, he naturally became the incarnation of the most powerful and evil NPC in the copy.

As a tool of the invaders, he was rejected and targeted by the world consciousness, and his power was absorbed by the NPC in every copy.

Likewise, as a nominal NPC, he endures the hostility of the players.

Zhang Chunliang suddenly realized something terrible. Shen Xingyi has been suffering - not only in the past, but also at this moment. There are still many fragments of him struggling in a certain copy, but there is only one Zhang Chunliang, and he cannot pick up all his boyfriends.

Thinking of this, his heart began to ache as if it was being squeezed.

"Do you need a handkerchief?" The fox handed Zhang Chunliang a handkerchief with dark black patterns.

"Thank you, but I didn't cry." Zhang Chunliang did not take the handkerchief. He smiled and raised his head, his expression normal.

"I smell the scent of tears. You shouldn't doubt a mermaid's keen sense of water." The fox raised his eyebrows slightly.

Tingying was drinking water. When he heard the fox's words, he spat out a mouthful of water.

"Promise me, Fox, go to a psychological counseling hospital for a psychological evaluation. I think you need to rest for a few days... You are not right now." Tingying was so frightened by the "mermaid" mentioned by the fox that her hands were shaking. "You seem to be assimilated by the copy - I have a free psychological experience coupon here..."

"Thank you." Fox took the ticket and handed it to Zhang Chunliang: "You can go and relieve your emotions. It would be best if you do it in the next one or two days. We will be doing a team dungeon soon. I hope nothing will happen to you by then."

Zhang Chunliang took it obediently: "Thank you."

"Hey... I gave it to you!" Ting Ying couldn't help but remind him, "I don't think it's appropriate for you to go to the dungeon now. So many people have died in Blasphemy, and we need to recruit new blood. Are you going to the dungeon now to leave me alone?"

“Why do you need so many people?” Fox turned his head to the side, his eyes unclear, “The reason why Game House was almost killed by Shen Xingyi is because it recruited too many rubbish, making its rule system bloated and complicated, and thus suffered backlash from those with ulterior motives. If it doesn’t reintegrate the player resources, it’s not impossible for another Shen Xingyi to appear in this world.”

At this point, the corners of Fox's lips sank slightly, revealing a smile that made people feel inexplicably dangerous: "If I were the mastermind, I would plant my own forces among the players, responsible for monitoring and guiding this group of ants to work better for me, especially the players at the top of the leaderboard. I might do something to their props or the people around them."

Tingying felt a chill on her back, and was dumbfounded for a moment. She couldn't find any words to refute. She stared at the fox blankly and suddenly asked, "Did you kill them on purpose?"

"Shen Xingyi is too idealistic. He wants too many things." Fox suddenly turned his head and looked at Zhang Chunliang. "If you want too much, you won't be able to catch anything."

A gust of wind suddenly blew up out of nowhere, and the remote courtyard became eerily quiet for a moment.

"What you said makes sense." Zhang Chunliang said softly.

"The rules of the Game House are dull and inflexible, like a set program. Logically, after Shen Xingyi's death, it should have strengthened management and even installed a monitoring system for each player. But until now, Blasphemy has not been destroyed, which means that it has not taken any fatal action to 'disinfect' the virus. This is very strange and is not quite the same as the intelligent data life I believe in. I think there may be something wrong inside it."

Ms. Tingying, the "biggest virus boss," couldn't listen any longer. She said seriously, "How about I go to the player suggestion box and submit a suggestion to the system master to merge your two brains into its database? That would be perfect. No one would be able to leave this crappy game alive."

"What a horrible idea." Zhang Chunliang commented, "We should protect the fox and don't let him get caught. Otherwise, it will be a disaster. His methods are too dirty. It will give Game House a lot of inspiration."

The fox raised an eyebrow but did not deny it.

"In short, there is no need to recruit anyone else. We still need to continue to reduce the number of members. Next, I will make an assessment form, and you need to 'ask' some players to leave here according to the assessment form."

The fox said in a calm and steady voice, "You don't have to use too harsh methods. You can let them die in the dungeon, or let them leave Blasphemy on their own initiative for 'certain reasons'."

"How can we save the boss with so few of us?" Tingying tried to resist his power.

"Isn't 70% of the players in the entire Game House enough? That's nearly a million people, and they can even form a small country. But did these players kill the Game House? No, they are not even as useful as Shen Xingyi alone."

Fox's eyes were slightly mocking, and he stuffed the black handkerchief neatly into Zhang Chunliang's front pocket, then waved to Tingying: "Make an information sheet for the players of Survival Blasphemy, including what dungeons they have played and what props they have obtained. I need some useful people."