Forces of Temptation

A life-gambling game ended, and they won in the end.

The souls of the chess pieces have no sustenance, like small animals returning from exhaustion, scattered and drilled into the forest of words again.

The winner is free, and the loser continues to play against the door.

Nan Zhou stood beside the mummy and asked the one-legged tin soldier NPC with a gun, "How long does it need to play chess?"

The One-legged Tin Soldier said, "Here comes someone to take his place."

Nan Zhou: "Who is it?"

The One-legged Tin Soldier: "The same 'people' as you."

As he said that, the tin soldier turned his head, and looked at the tin soldier, whose body was only as long as a human's calf, who slipped away from the wall after finishing his patrol, was wrapped tightly in tin skin, and said, "...they are the same people as them." '."

Nan Zhou was not surprised by this result.

The tin soldiers standing against the wall are all players trapped here.

Either they violated the rules, were devoured by stories, and turned into numb puppets.

Either all the chess pieces have been collected, but because of a momentary omission, the victory of the chess game is handed over to the original mummy chess player, allowing him to win the game of chess that belongs to him, and finally fails. Another withered corpse.

Nan Zhou couldn't help but think of the tin soldier who would only take advantage of the terrain to climb up the bookshelves to find out where he and Li Yinhang were going.

The captain of these tin soldiers seemed to be more intelligent than the little soldier behind him.

After these walking corpses have been freed from years of boring games, it is probably impossible for them to leave the library.

They were fired into little tin soldiers, leading other tin soldiers who had no soul and no story, and mechanically performed patrol tasks every half an hour.

Their stories, together with their thinking, are forever sealed under a layer of shiny silver tin.

Nan Zhou was still thinking about another thing.

During the few days after finishing the copy of [Fear of the Full Moon] and entering the "Homeland Island" to rest, Nan Zhou continued to pick up his lockpicking skills, swishing a handful of locks from the "Homeland Island" blacksmith door for free. Uninstalled the broken lock, while watching a lot of swiped information on the world channel.

After a period of operation, the functions of World Channel were rapidly developed and matured.

In the "Gravity" game, the number of players who try to pass through various side jobs and the number of players who download copies is about 3 to 2.

There are very few players who are willing to share information about their dungeon, and all kinds of information are mixed up, making it difficult to distinguish between true and false.

But everyone came to a pretty consistent conclusion.

——Until now, no player has entered a duplicate instance.

And there is not a single copy that "Gravity" originally had.

The players seem to have fallen into an endless kaleidoscope with ever-changing machines, and they can only struggle to survive under the grotesque halo.

Then, these players trapped in the library are likely to be another kind of "humanoid".

Because of this, the stories they left behind are weird and unreadable words.

——For example.

In a copy of a game in a semi-open world, there is a library, which stores a large number of books that can be investigated and read.

The game will be translated into various languages, Chinese, English, Russian, Japanese and French.

When Chinese players enter the game, they will select Chinese in the "language bar", so the books in the bookshelf will naturally be translated into Chinese.

Some games that are refined enough will even change the contents of the bookshelf according to the player's nationality.

However, this game has also accepted foreign players who log in through other servers.

At this time, Nan Zhou, who was a game player, and the humanoid creatures who used to be game players, had equal status and authority.

The game may translate the book into a language that Nanzhou and the others can understand, but it will not change the original data left by the original players.

Therefore, the story of the original player being devoured is the unknown text that cannot be deciphered.

But when players also become one of the props of the game, the game can naturally manipulate them like marionettes at will, allowing them to speak words that players from other dimensions can understand.

The only thing that can prove that they once existed is the storybook on the shelf that swallowed up their entire past.

It's just that they themselves may not be able to understand the story that once belonged to them.

If the frog-webbed palm obtained from [Fear of the Full Moon] is physical evidence, this trip to the library logically completed Nanzhou's judgment more comprehensively.

——In a corner of this multiverse, they and other humanoid players are playing the same game with unknown purpose.

Thinking of this, Nan Zhou asked the one-legged tin soldier, "Are you a player too?"

"Me? I'm not."

The one-legged tin soldier was holding the slightly tilted body of the gun, standing in a slightly funny "eight" character.

"I've always been here. Waiting for someone to come, waiting for a new friend to take over my old friend's chess game. At least...the new friend can cry, scold, and know how to talk."

The One-legged Tin Soldier is the original NPC.

From the moment the copy is born, it is in the game.

On the one hand, it abides by the introduction rules given to it by the copy, and on the other hand, it is troubled by the loneliness that is inevitably brought about by the personality given to it by the copy.

Therefore, out of the selfishness of wanting to have more lively and talking friends, it will not give players too many hints.

Nan Zhou looked at it with understanding in his eyes.

Just like he understands Xiao Ming who is trapped in the house and the college students who are torn apart on the snowy mountain.

Nan Zhou asked him: "When can you leave?"

"I'll stay here till the end," said the One-legged Tin Soldier.

Nan Zhou seemed to realize something: "What is 'the end'?"

The One-legged Tin Soldier: "I don't know."

Nan Zhou: "Do you know what kind of world is outside the door?"

The One-legged Tin Soldier: "I used to want to know."

Saying that, it patted its broken leg.

"After burning a leg, I don't want to know."

Nan Zhou was silent.

A former NPC reached out and patted the NPC in front of him on the shoulder.

The tin soldier did not seem to have expected such comfort.

It held the gun, tried to stand up straight, aimed at Nan Zhou, watched it quietly for a while, and snapped a standard European military salute.

Nan Zhou's exploration in the mini-game in this dungeon is completely over.

When passing by the door, Nan Zhou deliberately glanced out.

Outside the door, there was no concrete figure sitting.

A door is just a door.

The opponent of the mummy seems to be the door itself.

And the one-legged tin soldier, the patrolling tin soldier, and the skinny mummy are all locked inside by this door that seems to have life, unable to touch the light of the outside world.

Nanzhou did not make unnecessary stops.

Together with Jiang Fang and Li Yinhang, he stepped into the bright light outside.

Suddenly, the light covering the eyes disappeared as if being swallowed by a black hole.

After stepping out of the open door of the library, the surrounding light suddenly dimmed.

They returned to the long corridor of the brain.

After more than an hour, the maddening sound of chewing at a constant speed still continued.

The continuous crackling sound caused even the soft marrow blanket under their feet to tremble slightly.

The light from the flashlight can only illuminate the place two and a half steps away, making the already cramped corridor even more suffocating.

Nan Zhou looked back with a flashlight.

The door they came out of has completely disappeared.

As if chewed and swallowed by the creeping walls.

This time, the three people in the "Cubic Ark" were not in a hurry to enter the next room.

The interior is complex, uneven and extending in all directions.

Weird texture with a slightly viscous feel.

There is a soft "guji" sound when stepping on the "carpet".

The muffled sound of teeth crushing food echoed in the skull.

In addition to these, there is also the dungeon keyword [Brain Invasion] for indexing...

Nanzhou can basically be sure that this is a human brain.

It's just that he doesn't know why this most complex and delicate art building in the world is specially opened to them.

They spent nearly an hour walking around the simulated brain apartment.

Carrying a little light, they walked through every dark and gloomy fork in the road, and found out the location of all the doors.

Including the library they visited just now, a total of six doors were opened in the skull.

It is conceivable that behind each door, there will be a small world with its own special functional area and full of endless possibilities.

Even this mysterious brain region, under normal circumstances, may be no bigger than a pinecone.

Nan Zhou asked, "Shall we go to the next door?"

Jiang Fang asked with a smile, "You guess the library is the superior frontal gyrus of the brain. Then which door shall we open next?"

Nan Zhou shook his head and answered Jiang Fang's questions earnestly: "I don't know how large the scale is here, it's hard to judge. Moreover, the functions of the brain are only roughly divided, so it's hard to judge the nature of the door. Take your time to guess the characteristics it reveals."

Jiang Fang laughed.

It is precisely because of Nan Zhou's appearance that he especially likes to tease him to talk more.

Li Yinhang had long been disturbed by the sound of chewing, covering his ears with his hands, and concentrated on reading their lips.

She asked, "Let's go?"

It is natural to go.

They chose to walk into the second door that was relatively closest to the first door that disappeared in a straight line.

Unscrew the doorknob, and as usual, an infinite splendor greets you.

After his eyes could see again, Nan Zhou put down his hands and quietly watched the grassland he was in.

Said to be a grassland, the color scheme and scene here are more similar to a dream.

The sky is flat and the earth is flat.

Two large squares intersect with each other.

The sky and the earth are connected, like a huge flat almond, and also like a huge eye.

In this eye-shaped world, everything looks so peaceful.

Green grass, square and ankle.

White clouds are like silk, embellished in the blue sky.

A pale pink fluffy lamb is rolling on the pasture with its four hooves in its arms.

All the colors associated with happiness come together.

All the good memories seem to gather here.

And in such a beautiful scene, a young girl with brilliant golden silk hair appeared in front of them with her hands behind her back and a smile on her face.

A new guide for this door appeared.

Her expression was very gentle, and the little freckles dotted on her cheeks did not detract from her cuteness in the slightest.

When she smiled, her small nose would wrinkle slightly.

She raised her hand and pulled up her skirt, curtsied gently to them, and said with a smile:

"Hello."

"Allow me to invite you to play a game."

Nanzhou didn't relax his vigilance.

None of the three relaxed at all.

Because they all noticed that the girl's hands were covered with snow-white bandages and gauze.

There is a thick layer of blood shadow on the edge.

These scarred hands inevitably reminded Li Yinhang of a childhood story.

"This game only needs one real player."

As she spoke, she raised her bloody palm and said in an extremely gentle tone: "Now, please choose two partners from among you to become beautiful wild swans."