Born to Be Rebellious [Quick Transmigration]

The players stared dumbfounded at the rapidly developing plot in front of them.

Grass, what's the situation?

Before and after less than 5 minutes, the situation was drastically reversed.

The young man in front of him seemed to be still angry, and kicked the huge bone clock that was as tall as a person. The bones rubbed against each other and made a rattling sound, and bone fragments fell down finely.

Every time he kicked, the straight back of the man in front of him shook slightly, as if he was really bearing the opponent's strength.

The previous arrogant arrogance seemed to have disappeared long ago.

"No..." The man hurriedly said, "Listen to my explanation... eh!"

The blade on the dial went deeper with the shaking, and the man let out a muffled snort, clutching his chest, his face became paler and paler, the already pale complexion looked almost transparent, as if it was about to dissipate.

Onlookers: "........."

This development is really becoming more and more incomprehensible.

Just at this moment, one of the seniors came to his senses, and he shouted: "Quick! Take this opportunity and finish him off!"

"Yes! Hurry up!" The others also came back to their senses, and hurriedly responded: "Don't forget that he is the boss of this dungeon! He was going to kill us just now!"

Anyone with a discerning eye can basically see that the boss in this dungeon is not ordinary. Not only is he as cruel and vicious as other bosses, with countless blood stains on his hands, what is even more frightening is that he is even aware of the existence of the game and tries to fight back real world!

This is simply horrible.

What kind of monster did this game breed?

And the player in front of him is obviously the key to breaking the game.

Since the opponent has the ability to harm the boss in the dungeon, it is time to seize the opportunity to kill him before the opponent counterattacks, so as to avoid future troubles.

Hearing the shout from the side, the man was slightly taken aback.

Yes, he is... the dungeon boss...

……?

With the rapid loss of the power in the body, the strong desire that was firmly rooted in the heart before slowly faded away, as if a layer of black shadow covering the eyes was dispelled.

At that moment, there was a strange sense of incongruity trembling in the depths of my heart.

The obsession he held on to, along with the malice and madness that gradually precipitated with the years and blood, seemed extremely pale and thin in that short half a second... It was like a layer of paper covering his body, soaked in water Slightly floating, it looks a bit misplaced and weird.

The man was slightly startled.

At this moment, the words of the player not far away pierced through his absence and clearly reached his ears.

"...seize the opportunity!"

"kill him!"

The man looked up at Gosho.

The young man in front of him looked cold and cold, and a pair of dark eyes stared at him condescendingly, carrying a certain kind of merciless cruelty.

They are obviously very close, but they seem to be separated by thousands of mountains and rivers, thick with fog.

There is desire in my heart clamoring.

You still have strength.

That knife didn't hit your vitals - I don't know whether it was intentional or not.

The entire copy, the entire world is still in your hands.He is yours.

break his wings.

You can keep him with you forever.

A dark and viscous possessive desire clamored in the depths of his heart.

but……

But there was another voice whispering in his ear.

The man's hand covering his chest was slowly lowered, without the pressure of the palm, the dark red blood flowed out, instantly wetted the skirt around the wound, dripped down, and slowly fainted in the carpet Dye it.

—You can't do it.

——You won't hurt him, dare not hurt him, don't want to hurt him.

The sound was extremely weak, as if it would be overwhelmed by the crazy clamor in the next second. The rope was extremely fragile, and it could be broken free with a little force.

But no.cant.can't.

It's like an imprint deeply branded in the soul, a hint tied to the subconscious, and an order encoded in the core program.

……Oh well.

He lowered his eyes.

There was no resistance, no rhetoric, just like a trapped beast that was eager to kill, revealing the vitals of the flesh without warning.

Gosho stared at him.

He knew that he didn't kill him.

The blade was grazed deep into the heart of the bone clock, causing only pain and torment without damage to the actual working gears within.

But he himself stood defenselessly just one step away from the man in front of him.

In the dungeon, the authority and ability of the dungeon boss are supreme, and he can control and use everything in the dungeon—whether it is npc or the surrounding environment, they are all sharp blades in his hands, as long as he wants.

In any case, he didn't have enough time to pull out the blade that had been embedded in the bone clock and cut into the vital heart.

Gexiu never thought that one day, he would actually do such a stupid act.

He is used to leading.

One step, two steps, or even three steps in advance, predicting the behavior of the enemy, guessing and deducing the choices they may make when facing all situations, he mercilessly cut off their retreat, and took the lead in sending his own blade into the opponent's Chest, no luck, no future troubles.

It would be foolish to be kind to someone who doesn't know good and evil, and Gosho never made that mistake.

But now, he was standing in front of the other party defenselessly.

... from the very beginning, there was no killing.

Gosho was a little confused.

trust.How unfamiliar is this word.

But he trusted the man in front of him.

——No matter what kind of appearance he appears in, and whether he is in the opposite camp, but he instinctively believes that...

He will not hurt himself.

So stupid.

This kind of trust completely violated every creed he believed in in his previous life, every standard he practiced.

Gosho is even expecting the other party to betray this trust.

This will at least liberate him from this absolutely strange and overwhelmed situation, and he can sneer and turn his head to look at that stupid self-how naive, to trust someone you have never even really met face to face man, look, you've got it now—and then he'll be relieved to be back in that solid, safe world again, a world where he'll never hand over his choice to anyone else.There he would never be so passive.He is safe.

But... the imaginary picture did not appear.

The man in front of him lowered his eyes and waited calmly.

Not far away, other players were still urging and shouting, and the buzzing sound made Gosho feel a little headache.

He frowned impatiently:

"To shut up."

Gexiu's voice was not loud, with a gentle tone and not even a threatening tone, but there was a chill in it that made all the players stop and look at each other in dead silence.

The man raised his eyes in surprise.

However, before he had time to focus, the young man in front of him suddenly raised his foot without warning and kicked him hard on the chest. The man fell backwards, and more blood flowed from The wound gushed out and dripped to the ground.

Ge Xiu stepped on the opponent's chest, bent his knees slightly, and looked down at him:

"look at me."

The man was startled, subconsciously raised his dark eyes, and focused his gaze on the face looking down at him.

"Tell me," the thick soles of the shoes gradually increased their strength, and they crushed into the opponent's flesh little by little.

There is a breath-taking power hidden in the youth's voice:

"who am I?"

It was a face that seemed to have been kissed by a god. The clear and sharp jaw line outlined an almost aggressive beauty. The dark eyes, which seemed to be able to hide everything, lowered slightly, fixedly staring at the man under his feet, nailing him to the ground like a sharp knife out of its sheath.

The man stared blankly at Ge Xiu.

The false memories endowed by the world are like flimsy paper, which will loosen and shrink after being soaked in water, and will be easily torn apart.

Miss Wright's face was blurred.

This is very strange, because he fell in love with her at first sight and couldn't extricate himself. All the faces of the other party should have been deeply imprinted in his mind and become the main part of his obsession-but all of this was crumbling. His memories, paranoia, and madness are all like a strange mask, a distant and empty world, but the young man standing in front of him is the only real existence in the whole world.

"You...you are not..." The man's words were intermittent and chaotic, and something strange woke up in his mind: "but, you are."

Ge Xiu leaned down a little lower.

His voice was very low, but it could clearly reach the other party's ears:

"You know, I lost that bet."

A soft sigh reached the man's ears, and he saw that the young man's lips were bent, and the ice in his dark and gloomy eyes seemed to melt into snow in an instant: "So, I would like to admit defeat."

"...YES."

The deeply buried memory was pried at that moment.

【Let's make a bet, how about it? 】

he heard himself ask.

[Three months.You stay with me for three months, if you still have no feelings for me, I will admit defeat and let you go back to the sea. 】

The mermaid in front of him widened his blue-purple eyes and looked at him in disbelief.

[However, if I win, you marry me. 】

The warm palm of the human and the cold palm of the siren solemnly clasped together, and the two completely different temperatures slowly blended and spread——【deal. 】

"...Gosho."

the man replied.

He stared at the young man in front of him, looked deeply into the other's eyes, as if he was chewing the most beautiful syllable in the world, he repeated slowly and word by word:

"Gosho."