After the whitewashing of Chaoying, they were reborn [Comprehensive Yingmei]

...

……

Sasha heard a long song.

This thing was originally very strange.

Because dead people can't hear voices, and he is [-]% sure that he is already a dead person.

He didn't know where he was, and he didn't care at all.

For him, the past and the future are all gone, and life and death are meaningless.

However, the sound of birdsong was getting closer and closer to him.

——His soul was suddenly awakened like this.

……

He saw a tiny golden retriever cub.

Zai Zai pouted on the sofa by the door and took a nap.

A small orange lamp was on in the porch, illuminating the whole room warmly.

The light in the living room was off, and the hour hand pointed to twelve o'clock.

Crack clack clack clack.

There was a slight click of a key at the door.

A couple crept in.

"...Look! Let me just say, Sasha must have fallen asleep at the door again..."

"Shhhhhh."

The husband didn't dare to breathe, he quietly walked to the sofa, picked up the golden retriever cub, and sent him to the bedroom.

The golden retriever cub lying on his shoulder sucked a mouthful of saliva.

Both the couple were startled by the sound of sucking.

The wife said softly and apologetically, "I'm sorry, Sasha. I still woke you up."

The golden retriever cub was still asleep, and his drool-stained steamed bun face was squeezed out of shape on the man's shoulder.

With sleepy eyes, he pursed his mouth: "Mummy..."

The wife's heart melted, and she hurried to coax him: "Awwww, my baby, my honey... give mommy a hug."

Sasha looked at the beautiful golden retriever cub, kicking his little feet, acting like a baby with the couple who came home late from overtime.

At first, he felt a little bewildered.

He didn't understand what these pictures represented.I don't know why he saw these.

Moreover, he has an even weirder feeling——

This is obviously his dream, but there seems to be another fiery soul behind him.

He was looking at him almost madly from somewhere far away.

However soon.

——The huge sense of familiarity and reality overwhelmed him.

Sasha: "Ah..."

He opened his mouth, and a hoarse voice came out of the non-existent throat.

He wanted to cry out hysterically.He wanted to reach out and grab the couple, he wanted to run to the orange light regardless.

He remembered.

they are--

—if the soul could shed tears.

This dream has probably already been submerged in the ocean of tears.

……

The golden retriever cub was carried out of the collapsed laboratory by an old policeman.

The laboratory was filled with the corpses of children from the orphanage, and the smell of burnt flesh was nauseating.Several persons in charge of the Population Experiment Group wanted to set fire to destroy their corpses, but were shot dead on the spot by a group of men in black.

The old police frantically rummaged through the bodies of the children, feeling for their pulses one by one.

Finally, he touched the slightly heaving chest of the golden retriever cub.

The golden retriever was taken to the hospital.After the dangerous period passed, he was wrapped in bandages, running around the hospital like a little mummy.

Golden Retriever Cub: "Ah~Ah~"

The nurse, carrying bandages and medicine, was catching people everywhere in the back.

The little golden retriever slipped through the crack of the door and slipped into the roof of the hospital.

On the rooftop, he saw a very strange woman.

The woman, with thick bandages wrapped around her wrists, was sitting on the edge of the terrace with her legs out, wondering if she was looking at the scenery.

They looked at each other.

After watching for a while, the woman saw that the golden retriever was not going to leave, so she had to retract her legs.

Fumbling slowly in his pocket, he took out half a candy.

Woman: "Candy?"

The golden retriever looked at her, then at the candy, walked over, and took the candy away from the woman's hand.The little bun's face was swollen, the sugar melted on the tip of his tongue, and the golden retriever grinned.

Even though the scar hadn't healed, the young man's face, which was very suitable for smiling, had already begun to be seen at a very young age.

When he laughed, his green eyes were curved, and there were two small dimples on his cheeks. The sweetest wine in the world dripped from these two dimples.

Seeing him laughing, the woman froze for a moment, then subconsciously followed suit.

The woman gently: "Is it delicious?"

The golden retriever cub nodded: "Sweet."

The woman tried to touch his soft blond hair, and he obediently stroked it.

The next day he slipped to the roof again and saw the woman crossing the roof again.

They looked at each other again.

The woman had no choice but to ask, "Do you still want candy?"

The golden retriever was embarrassed to think about it, so he looked at the other party and smiled, to see if she would peel another candy for him to eat.

The woman had to dig in her pocket again.

I didn't get it, and I was very embarrassed, so I said, "I'll give you more candy tomorrow, okay?"

Golden Retriever: "Then tomorrow, are you still here to watch the scenery?"

Woman: "Tomorrow..."

She smiled, "I will buy you candy tomorrow, so I won't come here for the time being."

As a result, the day after tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, she never went to the rooftop again.

This was originally just a secret between him and the woman.

As a result, the old policeman came to visit him in the hospital and broke his mouth: "...why is the tooth decayed?"

The nurse sister used a small flashlight to illuminate his decayed teeth, and said to the old policeman:

"Hey, everyone is saying that this child is very rare. After going through such a horrible thing, he can still be so lively. He is born with a little sunshine."

The old policeman was rubbing his golden retriever in his hands, and he still felt disgusted: "Little brat, remember to eat but not beat."

When the old policeman is alone, he likes to look at the photos in his wallet.

In the photo is a little girl.When this photo was taken, the little girl was about the same age as the golden retriever, blowing bubbles and playing carefree.

This is the last photo left by my daughter before her death. It has been touched mottled, and there is a layer of fringe on the edge.

He was watching while smoking a cigarette, and he was so engrossed in watching that he didn't notice a golden retriever slipped out of the ward to have a look, and slipped back again.

The little golden retriever took out a bag full of candy from under the quilt of the hospital bed.

One by one, they were arranged on the bench to form a hill, and then they were all pushed towards the old policeman.

Old policeman: "Why? You want to bribe?"

Golden Retriever: "I want to buy you and be my father~"

The old policeman stood up abruptly.

He didn't say anything, and left the hospital as if fleeing.

Golden Retriever Cub had no choice but to play with the woman who fed him.

The woman is a very powerful drug researcher, but she has experienced too many serious injuries in a short period of time. The teacher who raised her passed away, and she was cheated into bankruptcy by her ex-husband.

The injury on her wrist is about to heal, but she is reluctant to leave the hospital, and she always grabs the little hand of the golden retriever and teaches him to doodle and draw.

"I didn't believe in God before," she added some words that the golden retriever cubs couldn't understand, "but when I met you, I believe that there is a God in this world. Not only that, he must be very generous—so generous that he would like to surround you Look at his little angels, give me one."

The old policeman disappeared for many days and came back again.

During this visit, he held an adoption certificate and whispered to another agent in black at the door of the ward.

The golden retriever put his ear stickers on the door and listened secretly.

He vaguely heard the man in black say: "Have you considered it clearly? This child is one of the experimental subjects abandoned by the centipede organization. If you really decide to adopt it, I need to apply to the bureau."

"He's not 'one of the guinea pigs' from now on," said the old cop. "He's a human being, and he has a name, Sasha Atwell."

Agent in black: "Okay. But you have to swear that you will be responsible for this child for the rest of your life."

The old cop said, "I will. Thank you, Coulson."

The golden retriever cub didn't understand anything, only knew that he had a name, so he shot out of the ward with a bang, and jumped into the arms of the old policeman:

"My name is, my name is Shasha Atri..."

The old cop corrected him: "Sasha Atwell."

The golden retriever cubs are changing their deciduous teeth these days, and while the mouth is leaking, they are super happy:

"My name is Silly Sha Atriel!"

From this moment on, he finally had a decent name, and he was no longer the "high-class guy" and "girly face" that those bad guys said.

The golden retriever cub was overjoyed, waving the adoption certificate and having fun everywhere.

The old policeman looked at him with a smile on his face.

The kind-hearted black-clothed agent also reached out and rubbed the golden-haired cub's little head.

...The only person who was upset was the female researcher who was one step late in submitting her adoption application because she was hospitalized.

"Are you serious?" the female researcher said, "I don't mean to be prejudiced against the police profession. But do you really think police officers are suitable for adopting children?"

Old policeman: "Obviously you think a researcher who works overtime 365 days a year is more suitable for adoption. Great, applause for you, can you listen?"

The two of them didn't fight each other every day, the golden retriever cub didn't want the two adults he liked to quarrel, so he was circling anxiously around their legs.

He grabbed the old policeman's hand to see that there was no ring on his ring finger;

He grabbed the female researcher's hand and saw that there was no ring.

He quickly put their hands together and held them with his own little hand.With her small face up, and two sweet dimples, she looked at the two of them eagerly.

Female researcher: "..."

Old policeman: "..."

...So when the little golden retriever was officially discharged from the hospital, he had a policeman father and a researcher mother.

The golden retriever cub is very happy.

Three people who were once broken in misery form a warm new home in New York.

It was raining and thundering outside, but the lights in the bedroom were warm. Mom leaned on the bed and read a bedtime fairy tale to the little golden retriever:

"The statue of the Happy Prince, high above the city--on a tall stone pillar. He was covered with thin leaves of gold, and his eyes were made of bright gems..."

The Happy Prince never knew what tears were while he was alive.Because he lives in the palace where singing and dancing are performed day and night, he doesn't understand the joys and sorrows of the world, and lives happily every day.

When his servants see him, they will also be infected by his heartfelt happiness. Everyone likes him very much, so they call him the Happy Prince.

But when he died, a statue outside the palace walls, he saw all the ugliness and misery in his city.Seeing innocent people suffering in misery, the good happy prince could not help but shed tears.

So he began to use the treasures on his body to help others: the gold pieces on his body, the eyes made of gemstones, and the ruby ​​on the hilt of his sword were all taken away by the little swallows who accompanied him and given to the poor people.

But the ending of this fairy tale is extremely tragic.

The little swallow who accompanied the Happy Prince was frozen to death at his feet.The Happy Prince was pushed into a melting furnace and burned to death because he became bald.

In the blazing high temperature, the precious lead heart also cracked and split in two.

The golden retriever cub huddled under the blanket and listened.

He felt sorry for the Happy Prince, so he wiped his tears silently.

After wiping it off, spread out his paws, the relatives denied him: "I hate this story!"

The mother had no choice but to try her best to win her respect: "Uh... Actually, the Happy Prince ended very well. You see, in the end, both the Happy Prince and the little Swallow entered heaven, a place as carefree as a palace. Here How is it written? 'In the gardens of Paradise, the birds may sing forever; and in the castle of God's gold, the Happy Prince may sing his praises.'"

The Golden Retriever said, "But, but, the Happy Prince has seen so many miserable people! How could he be as happy as he used to be, even if he were allowed to stay in a paradise like a palace?"

He lay down under the quilt and took a pen to write on the last page of the fairy tale book, trying to write a happy ending for the Happy Prince.

He wrote that the happy prince stayed in heaven and was very sad every day, but he was seen by a passing god!Therefore, God decided to bring him and the little swallow back to the world together.

In the familiar world, the Happy Prince found that everyone he helped was reborn and no longer disturbed by poverty.

So, he once again felt happy from the bottom of his heart!

In this way, the Happy Prince took Little Swallow and lived a happy life together with people from then on...

"...Oh, my baby, mother's little angel..."

After reading the ending he wrote, the mother couldn't help but hugged Zai Zai and kissed him on the forehead.

Not to be outdone, Dad squeezed onto the bed, and was about to tell the golden retriever a bedtime story.

Dad: "Hey! This story reminds me of a case I was in charge of when I was young. God damn it, that perverted murderer, I crossed more than a dozen states to catch him. The guy took the victim's whole body skin They were peeled off alive, and the eyes were gouged out to make—”

The golden retriever cub crap: "Ah!!!"

Mom couldn't bear it anymore and beat Dad away with a pillow.

But later, while smoking a cigarette, Dad happily watched the ending written by Zai Zai.

His mother asked him what he was enjoying alone. He was very emotional and said to his wife:

"Sasha is such a sweet, sweet kid. I couldn't be happier with this! I'd be happier to get 10 As than him!"

……

Golden Retriever Cub grew up in such a family.

He has a mother who dotes on him very much. One said, "Look at how you raised Sasha, how can you raise a boy to be a spoiled child! Let him feel the iron fist of military education!", but the little golden retriever pounced on him. In his arms, he immediately carried his father on his shoulders and couldn't let it go for a long time.

The golden retriever cub was riding on his father's shoulders, pulling his father's increasingly dangerous hairline: "The first thing to say when you wake up every day!"

The silly father ran around like a girl: "Put yourself first!"

He went to elementary school, middle school, and high school like everyone else.

Then he grew into a beautiful boy with blond hair, blue eyes and a sweet smile.

The teenager and his peers are called "the generation that witnesses the new century" by the media.

——When the boy was 15 years old, the planet was like a bamboo shoot, and people with superpowers began to emerge in batches.

The whole world was caught off guard.

Because most of these newly emerging superpowers are thugs who take advantage of their power.

Next to the public school where the teenagers study is the Central Bank of New York. As a result, during the period when the gangsters were most rampant, when they went to school, there was a small explosion every three days and a big explosion every five days.

Mom and Dad are worried every day, counting the family's liquid funds to see if they can simply move to the countryside with their children.But the countryside is not necessarily safe. Criminals are rampant all over the world, no matter where they go.

But later, they still did not move.

Because of this world, their heroes finally came.

Like many boys who are obsessed with superheroes, teenagers have their own favorites.

He carried his father's newly bought Iron Man figurine, and went to his little friend's house to argue with others, "Do you understand! Mechas are a man's romance! Do you know what is a heart of steel, the light of reunion... Old Manhattanites are not fans of Iron Man, so you will be expelled from Kazakhstan!"

"You fart!" The little friend objected on the spot, "What's the point of wearing a mecha? Superman is the strongest! It's all because the reporter from the Metropolis always downgrades him. Clark Kent knows what a fart Superman is!"

For the teenager and his little friends, the superhero is a big man who is far, far away from them.They will only appear at the most dangerous disaster sites, and no matter how high the appearance fee is, they will not be able to hire them. It is just right for the little boys to talk about them.

Because the little friend used Superman to tear him apart all day long, he also took the time to search who this person was.

"Humph."

The young man looked sideways and vertically, but he couldn't see anything special about that guy besides being handsome, he muttered, "Then I'll give him a mecha first, if he's more handsome than Iron Man, I can barely Chong... Anyway, I have been a fan for 10 years, and I will never give up..."

"...Is it 10 years since Iron Man debuted?!"

Those who have been lost will always become more cherished.

Under the pampering of his parents, the biggest setback the boy suffered after he was adopted was that he fell off his bicycle while learning to learn, and his butt got swollen.

They thought that their whole life would be like this, living a dull, happy and happy life.

2012, April 5.

An ordinary Saturday.

The boy is 18 years old, he has just received the university admission letter, and he is happily going out on the subway.

[I'm going out to play!Don't wait for me to come home for dinner. ]

He texts his parents.

The subway cars were as crowded as ever.When the woman with the baby got on the bus, the boy stood up and offered his seat to them.

The baby's mouth was popping, and his little hands wanted to play with his headphone cable.The boy didn't let him grab it, and twisted around while hugging the railing.

The carriage was bustling and peaceful.

People deep in the ground don't know.

At this very moment, their heads are in the sky directly above the ground.

A huge wormhole suddenly exploded.

——This alien invasion battle was called the "Battle of New York" by the later survivors.

Everything happened in a matter of seconds.

A group of Chitauri passing through an underground tunnel collided head-on with a subway traveling at 80 kilometers per hour.

Loud noises, pain, sparks, screams and darkness.

During those hellish seconds, the teenager only had time to reach out and catch the baby flying towards the front of the car.

Then, his whole body was vacated.

Like a cake made of mud, he passed through the aisle at high speed from the head of this car, and directly hit the railing at the end of the next car.

The boy fell to the ground.

For a brief moment, he heard nothing, and he didn't even feel any pain.

The carriage was completely dark except for something rolling over and touching his arm.

Based on the position and tactile sensation, he judged that it was the metal pole that was broken by him.

The support rods were completely broken by him, and he estimated that the front and back of his spine should be broken into pieces by now;

Or maybe right now, his lower body isn't even attached to him.

The intermittent breathing of the baby rang in his ears, bringing back the last glimmer of clarity before he died.

There was a scarlet beam flashing outside the car window, and the strange screams of the Chitauri resounded in the tunnel.

Then, someone ripped the top of the car like paper.

The man floated down in a hurry.

He was stunned when he saw the horrific scene of dead bodies all over the carriage.

In the bright blue eyes, strong self-blame and guilt welled up.

The carriage was pitch black, and the boy couldn't see who it was.

But he was sure that it should be the big heroes in the newspapers who came to the scene of the disaster to rescue them.

With all his might, he moved one of his arms away.

Expose the baby on the chest.

Boy: "First... first save..."

He also wanted to say that if he couldn't save himself, he hoped he wouldn't feel guilty; but obviously, he had run out of time.

So he had no choice but to smile at others, hoping that the other party would understand.

On the boy's face, he was born with two small dimples.

When you smile, it's sweet, like it's filled with sugar and wine.

The boy quickly lost consciousness.

And in the moment before dying.

In his heart, a strong desire to survive burst out.

Oh, God.

If you exist, please hear my wish.

I came into this world and met the people I love.

It took us half our lives to piece together each other.

... Fate can't just separate us.

It's like picking the right time.

[Congratulations to the host 3428931190, who has successfully bound the main system of [Xinxiangshicheng]. 】

A festive-sounding mechanical sound suddenly exploded in his head.

[Wish confirmed. 】

[Calculating...]

[Calculating...]

[The calculation is complete, and the best system solution has been matched for the host. 】

[It is detected that the host's will to survive is SS-level, and the host will be assigned to the survival game group. 】

[The following are the rules of the game: the host will randomly enter the doomsday world, complete the main task, and exchange reward points for auxiliary items.Persevering to survive to the end in the host of the same period is considered a game victory. [All wishes come true] The main system will realize your wishes. 】

[The host is asked to choose whether to accept it or not. Yes/No】

[The host is asked to choose whether to accept it or not. Yes/No】

[The host is asked to choose whether to accept it or not. Yes/No】

[The countdown begins, please choose whether to accept it or not. Yes/No】

【10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2,...】

"...Yes."

[Please confirm acceptance for the second time. 】

"Yes."

The festive mechanical sound changed.

Another calm mechanical voice took over.

System: [host 3428931190, hello. 】

System: [I am the subsystem assigned to you by the main system.I will provide you with assistance, guidance, exchange points for props, and obey all your decisions. 】

System: [[Card Draw System 29-1] is at your service. 】

The contract takes effect.

——The boy's soul turned into starlight and flew to the infinite multiverse.

Sasha began to see all kinds of unknown strangers, appearing in various world backgrounds.

These backgrounds have only one thing in common.

Either the sky is full of artillery fire, or there are ruins everywhere.

The strangers who appeared in the dream had different faces and different identities and names.

Of course he understands.

These are the bodies that my own soul passes through.

The task body seems to have many similarities with the boy's body, and the age is also similar.Either blond, green eyes, or dimples.

The boy asked the system.

The system replied: [When entering the mission world, the main system usually gives priority to assigning a shell similar to the main body to the host.For the living host, the degree of fit between the soul and the task body will affect the host's sense of manipulation of the body. 】

System: [Enter the novice protection period.In the novice stage, the host has no specific main task, and only needs to try his best to survive. 】

Obviously, in the beginning, the teenager didn't make the transition from being a sugar-bowl succulent at all.

In the first doomsday world, the global temperature reached -190C.

Once out of the thermal equipment, it is equivalent to being thrown into a large pool of liquid nitrogen.

In a chaotic world where everyone is too busy to take care of themselves, it is rare for a young man to meet a passerby who is willing to talk to him.

Passers-by saw that he was terribly cold, so they gave him a mouthful of hot water.

Holding a leaky broken bowl, the boy was still very happy, and said to the system:

[No matter what world you are in, there are still many good people.My dad told me that no matter what the time is, it's always right to be a good person. 】

System: [Don't be stupid, host. 】

Just because of this mouthful of hot water, the boy ran away like a puppy.

In the end, his equipment was cheated by this person, and he was frozen to death a dozen times in this world.

System: [The time retrospective skill has been used. 】

The boy collapsed on the ice field, listening to the system's file-loading reminder, staring at the sky with his eyes open.

Freezing to death is a terrifying experience.

After a long period of biting cold, the limbs went from necrotic pain to numbness, and only at the last moment of life could one feel the heat hallucination like charity.

After that, he never mentioned the first world again.

It's just that it has become a little afraid of the cold since then.

When the temperature drops sharply, you will subconsciously want to find a heat source to hold on to.

……

Wait and change faces a few more times.

The boy's eyes, which always looked sweet, innocent and innocent, began to change completely.

He became a qualified survival host.Carrying a gun all day, riding a small scooter that chugs, driving across the land strewn with corpses.

The mechanical sound system that accompanied him also changed from a cold and calm mechanical sound to an inexplicably emotional ups and downs.

System: [Host, recently I accidentally read the memory of when we first met, and I feel very embarrassed.Time is killing pigs...]

The young man was annoyed by it's nagging: 【Sigh, sigh, sigh, how much are you sighing all day long? 】

system:【……】

The simplest bad breath, the most extreme enjoyment.

well.I miss the host who just started soft fufu.

The system is not reconciled: [Host, please take a look at the precious data screens of each previous world when you are free. 】

So the boy took a while to look at the "precious data screen".

...the opening lightning strike.

As soon as I turned on the screen, I saw that the delicate little golden retriever who had just become the survival host was limp and crying in the tent.

After the poisoning, the peripheral nerves were completely necrotic, and he didn't know how to deal with it at all, and no one was willing to help him.

While weeping, she said: 【It hurts so much, everything.I really want to go home.No one here is willing to help me, and no one is willing to treat me well. 】

The boy's scalp tingled suddenly, and his jio toes abruptly dug out a Fairfield mansion on the ground.

system:【?Give me the whole set too. 】

The young man's pale face anxiously: [...you fucking vomited for me! ! ! !Delete, delete all! ! 】

System: [Think twice, host.These memory backups are all kept in the system center, in case there is a problem with the host's memory, it is also convenient for the host to look back. 】

The black history cannot be erased. The boy squatted on the container with a shotgun and a shotgun on his back, smoking a cigarette with a depressed expression.

The cubs in the refuge are all children he pulled out from the pile of corpses. They ate their stomachs in the refuge and looked very satisfied.As soon as I saw him, I would chirp around and roll on his lap to read comics.

The boy pinched out his cigarette and waved the air with his hand.

Seeing a child reading comics, he flicked the cigarette butt away and snatched it from others to read.

On the cover, a man in a clear blue battle suit and a red cloak, with a face as handsome as a god, quietly floats above the crowd.

…After leaving the original world, it was discovered that he might be a comic character. What kind of experience is it like?

The boy's hand that flipped through the manga was trembling slightly.

While trembling, he silently scanned all the Chaoying comics.

……All right.It seems that he doesn't even qualify as a "caricature character", at most he can be regarded as background cannon fodder.

And it was also a number who sacrificed bravely in the big event that the screenwriter engaged in.

fuck you.

He was having fun in the midst of suffering, thinking, maybe in the future, he would run into the book-wearing group, and he could exchange ideas?

……

The picture is still pouring towards Sasha without interruption.

He looked at the young man and arrived at an unknown number of mission worlds.

But this world is different from before.

Sasha had a weird feeling.

...It seems that in the memory, a period of bad pus has grown.

System: 【Entering the world of large collective missions for the first time.The number of people who will carry out the task together: 50 people, please prepare the host. 】

The teenager is curious: [What is a large group task? 】

System: [The emergence of a large-scale collective task world means that you are already the best among the living hosts in the same period.In the past, hosts fought alone, but this is the first world where surviving hosts can coexist.However, please be careful of the host, the large-scale group task world is a lifeline, and there is no file reading function.Among the 50 living hosts, only 3 survived in the end, can enter the next world. 】

Boy: [Oh, the main system wants to engage in 50-in-3 PlayerUnknown's Battlegrounds?It's time to show my true strength of Millennium Voldemort! 】

System: [Then I guess it won't work.Because the name of this world is [Cthulhu Real Life Running Group]. 】

With a thud, the young man fell to the ground.

The scary thing about restraint lies in the ubiquitous and unavoidable spiritual pollution.

In the restrained worldview, a person's sanity is quantified as a "san value". The faster the san value drops, the more likely the person is to hallucinate or go crazy.

Once the san value returns to zero, it is either seriously ill, comatose, or committing suicide.

Therefore, this world view is extremely dangerous for the survival host.

Juvenile: 【...It's time to show my true strength. 】

With a multi-faceted dice on his head, he evaded fares overnight and climbed onto the top of the train, leaving Arkham Town, the birthplace.

The voice of KP came from the multi-faceted dice: "The running group is about to start. The roll point is over, and the car card is in progress, and the investigator role is randomly created. You are a librarian. One afternoon, you received a call. A distant relative passed away. The countryside left you a large house to inherit... Investigator, where are you going? Investigator?"

The young man took the train all the way west to the vast plains in the Midwest of North America, found a piece of land, and began to cultivate wasteland.

KP: "...Investigator???"

He has been farming in the world of Cthulhu for 4 years.

During the period, the KP on his head, from repeatedly warning him not to avoid the plot, to giving up on himself later, had to give him the whole scene:

"Something seems to be wriggling in the shadow of the wheat field. Are you going to check?"

Boy: "Oh, then I can't take this land anymore. Sell it."

After changing hands, I sold it to an NPC, counting the banknotes, feeling very happy.

KP: "..."

System: [However, if you keep avoiding tasks, the host will not be able to get points to draw cards. 】

Boy: [What is the use of drawing cards in Cthulhu World?No matter how awesome the SR card is, can it defeat the boss or the former ruler?And you can't read the file, so the points are even more useless. 】

System: [... makes sense too. 】

After 4 years of fighting, 50 of the 42 living hosts were abruptly lost by him.

Except for the violent door-kicking who died quickly at the beginning, the rest of them all cleared their san value one after another during the investigation, and went crazy and committed suicide.

The teenager analyzed for a while, and it seems that the remaining 8 are all knowledgeable survival hosts.

It depends on who can beat who.

The young man imagined the future: [Sigh, I don't know if the main system will let me go home if I survive this world.Can I tell it to take you too?I feel that you are also miserable. Ever since you bound me, you have never seen a better world.Let me tell you, my original world is great, there are a lot of superheroes protecting the world, and there is no need to be afraid that it will collapse into doomsday. 】

The system also has a hint of longing: [Let me be healthy too. 】

The boy smiled: [Silly boy, we will win. 】

In the fifth year, at the gate of his melon field, he saw a second person with a multi-faceted dice on his head.

The boy has lived through so many worlds, and he is no longer a good person. He directly took out a double-barreled shotgun from the house, and shouted sharply:

"Stop! Turn around! Kneel!"

The new living host quickly turned around and knelt down, hugged his white-haired head with both hands, and said in a trembling voice:

"Don't kill me, don't kill me, I'm really passing by, and I don't have any props in my backpack..."

The boy froze for a moment.

System: [What's wrong? 】

Juvenile: 【...His voice sounds a bit like my dad. 】

It's not that he doesn't know that this kind of game rule of 50 into 3, in the end, is very likely to develop into host fighting.

But he let the man go anyway.

It's not because of the sound, the boy really hates killing people if it's not really necessary.

Not a few days later, this man actually came again, secretly picking his melons to eat.

The boy put the gun on his forehead: "...you dare to steal my melon?!"

The old host trembled: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I've been hungry for 3 days, I'm really hungry... When I bound the system, I was at this age, and I couldn't do a lot of physical work... Please forgive me, forgive me……"

The boy gritted his teeth and retracted the gun again.

With a kick, he kicked the melon back in front of the old host.

After eating the melon, the old host carefully asked: "Son, I have an idea... Can we form an alliance? You see, the rule is that 50 people survive 3, and now there are 8 people left. If we have a team of two or three With a small team, not only can the survival rate be greatly improved, but it can also guarantee the right to qualify..."

Boy: "Why do I believe you? I can also kill you right now and let myself have a 7-in-3."

The old host was terrified, and he knelt down and held his head again: "Please don't kill me. If you don't make an alliance, you won't make an alliance. Just let me go. I just want to go home alive. I also made a wish to let my little son Resurrection together, my wife is waiting for us in that world... Please, let me go."

It was the third time he came to steal melons hungry, but this time he didn't have a gun pointed at his head.

Not only that, the boy searched him all over, and after confirming that there were no weapons, he put him in the house.

Together they stood by the melon field, and