I'm a god in the infinite game

No man's land.

The no-man's-land players who came out of the exit gradually gathered here.

Wearily and curiously, they looked up at the pure white area that once trapped them. The endless emptiness made those who escaped feel lingering fear after a while.

But this originally deserted area is now crowded with all kinds of people who are eager to find.

They moved down the old TV one by one, nervously charging and thumbing up, staring at the snowflake screen of the small TV, and once the screen went out, they took a deep breath, turned their heads to the exit and shouted: "Wang Shun, this way One of the small TVs in the house went out!"

"There's one here too!"

"Brother Wang, there are three here!"

Wang Shun, who was standing at the door, was holding a thick virtual notepad, and the writing pen was flying on it, almost drawing invisible sparks of data.

After recording almost a hundred small TVs that were turned off, Wang Shun turned his head to look at the members who were standing beside him, tore off the data on the notepad and handed them to them, commanding with clear eyes:

"According to my calculations, the promotion positions obtained by this batch of small TVs rising from no man's land should be concentrated in the multi-player or single-player divisions, as well as the fringe area of ​​the central hall. Go there and see if there are any white willows in it. small TV."

These people took the note, nodded their heads, turned around and ran to the area Wang Shun told them.

At this time, the last batch of people who went to the sub-district to check whether there is a white willow on the small TV came back, and they shook their heads to Wang Shun out of breath:

"Brother Wang, there is no white willow in these small TVs."

Disappointment appeared on Wang Shun's face for a moment, but in the next second he returned to his usual posture and waved them to sit down: "It's normal, you should take a rest first and prepare for the next batch of rotations."

In the whole scene, everyone's division of labor is orderly and clear, just like a fast-moving assembly line.

These no man's land players who just stepped out of the exit and returned here were almost stunned.

In front of a mountain of TVs that is so long that it makes people feel retiring, these ordinary players who move old TVs bit by bit make them feel a kind of shock like witnessing a foolish old man move a mountain.

That's how they were fished out of that hopeless place.

——Just to save a person named Bai Liu.

This person named Bai Liu was trapped in this no-man's land just like them.

But he himself did not give up, and those who saved him firmly believed that he would not give up—that's why this scene happened.

So those of them who have been trapped for a long time and are so desperate that they are about to give up struggling have the opportunity to wait until the day when they can see the sun again.

A sense of power of "I seem to be able to change reality" filled the hearts of these no man's land players whose hearts were originally empty.

They clenched their fists, and finally couldn't hold back their agitated emotions. They stepped forward and walked up to Wang Shun, who was obviously the director, and asked carefully and sincerely, "Excuse me, can we also join the team looking for Bai Liu?"

"We were saved because of him and we wanted to do something for him too."

Wang Shun turned his head and exchanged glances with Mu Ke who was standing aside quietly observing the situation.

Mu Ke stepped forward with a smile on his face, supported the backs of these people and pushed them in, and said to them with his head sideways: "Of course it is possible, we just need you to help us..."

"...But we don't have any points, so we don't know how we can help..." Someone added in a low voice, shyly, "...except for the game clearance, you mistakenly charged us up when you were fishing for the white willow..."

The smile on Mu Ke's face deepened and softened: "How can it be considered a false charge, your presence has increased the value of these points by a hundred times."

"You can leave the game alive and show up here to help Bai Liu. This is what we want to see most when we recharge these points."

"You guys can help them like and favorite every little TV...it's a big help for us..."

Seeing these players being guided by Mu Ke, Wang Shun breathed a sigh of relief, and he turned to Charles who was enjoying watching the show: "You are just waiting for the moment when these surviving players from No Man's Land come back—the favorites of the members are all coming soon!" When it is full, if no one comes to help like and save it, we need to increase the power of charging to continue to attract people.”

"That's right, they will definitely come back, otherwise how did the Heavenly Freemasons come?" Charles raised his eyebrows and smiled back, he looked at the backs of these players in no man's land, "People who have experienced major disasters will have the same experience people have greater empathy and a desire to help, which makes them more likely to be united."

"Especially when they are just out of danger and know that the person who rescued them is also trapped in a similar situation." Wang Shun sighed, "the strong sense of powerlessness will force them to act, starting from a weak person Become extremely combative - they will regard Bai Liu as a derived part of their identity, and do everything in their power to protect him."

"Their feelings for Bai Liu should be stronger than for me, the person who paid to save them." Charles was not angry at all, but added with a smile:

"If the rescue is successful, they will relive the whole process of being rescued on Bai Liu, and feel their sense of strength against fate. At that time, Bai Liu will completely become their spiritual symbol."

"They will be Bailiu's most loyal members."

"You are using to manipulate their feelings." Wang Shun frowned uncomfortably.

Charles spread his hands indifferently: "—by saving them, I believe that even if I tell them why I did this, they will not reject this method, and it will not affect their feelings for Bai Liu."

"They actively want to follow Bai Liu, this is their own choice."

Charles shrugged his shoulders: "Of course I think this is the best choice for them - at least Bai Liu will not let them die easily."

Wang Shun slumped his shoulders feebly.

He didn't like the way it was done, but Charles had a point.

——In this cruel game, this may be the best choice for these ordinary people who can still have kindness.

Just like Wang Shun's own choice - to follow Bai Liu.

in-game.

Holding a pair of scissors, Bai Liu walked up to the ribbon-cutting ceremony stage of the new factory.

Liu Jiayi in the audience applauded and couldn't help but secretly complained to Tang Er next to her: "Don't you think Bai Liu is like a construction leader in the later stages of this game, setting up factories and talking all day long?"

"Isn't there something wrong with this in a horror game?"

"...He wants to clear the game." Tang Er couldn't help but defend Bai Liu, "If everyone wants to clear the game, at least six factories need to be established."

Except for Tang Erda and Liu Jiayi who were whispering, the rest of the audience applauded vigorously and looked at Bai Liu in a suit and leather shoes with bright eyes.

They were exiles who had recovered from rosewater.

Bai Liu stood on the stage, adjusted the microphone with her hands, looked up at the people below the stage, cleared her throat, and said in a low-tempered voice:

"Golden autumn brings coolness and sweet osmanthus fragrance. When the sixth thorn factory was established, we gathered together to celebrate the fruits of our hard work..."

"Ah! What a joy this is!"

Liu Jiayi: "Poof!!"

Tang Erda: "..."

Liu Jiayi couldn't bear it any longer: "Bai Liu, can you change the speech! Where did he copy it from? I've said it six times, doesn't he feel embarrassed?!"

Bai Liu, who didn't feel any embarrassment at all, was as immobile as a mountain, and continued to speak clearly the opening words he had plagiarized from his boss:

"...Although we come from all corners of the country, but here, at this moment, we are a family that loves each other..."

Liu Jiayi hugged her head and screamed: "Tell him to stop!"

Meanwhile, no man's land.

Exhausted members looked back at the overturned "TV mountain" behind them, marveling at how much they had overturned, but the moment they turned their heads again, they fell into a deep depression again. Weakness - why are there so many.

Wang Shun remembered being dizzy, he couldn't remember how long he had been working, and almost fainted.

In the end, Wang Shun realized that he should take a break after being reminded by Charles. He found a member who was more sensitive to numbers to replace him.

Without Wang Shun, their work efficiency dropped further.

Mu Ke controlled the overall situation with a tense expression, Mu Sicheng joined the rotation team, Charles stood on the staff of civilization, standing in front of the members of the King's Guild who stayed here, he raised his hand and yawned—Hearts brought Titan left, and Charles only had to put on airs to stay here, he was the most relaxed.

Mu Sicheng ran back and forth between the various sections of the small TV. His high movement speed allowed him to stand up to a rotating team by himself, allowing more people to join the team looking for Bailiu.

During the interval between rotations, Mu Sicheng raised his head and drank a bottle of stamina recovery potion, then sat on a small TV with his legs bent and his head bowed, panting.

Mu Ke suddenly sat next to him and was also drinking the stamina recovery potion.

"Did you ever think about giving up on Bai Liu when he fell into no man's land?" Mu Ke's voice was a little cold, he didn't look at Mu Sicheng, but Mu Sicheng knew that he was talking to himself.

Mu Sicheng raised his head and drank another bottle of stamina recovery potion, but he didn't deny it.

After a while of silence, Mu Sicheng spoke calmly: "I think it might be safer for Bai Liu to stay in no man's land."

Mu Ke's voice became colder: "It's not necessary to put it so nicely about giving up."

After speaking, he stood up and was about to leave.

"Why, are you so sensitive to giving up?" Mu Sicheng squinted at Mu Ke's back, "Who have you ever given up on? Brother? Girlfriend? Parents?"

When talking about "parents", Mu Ke's back paused for a moment, and he clenched his hand holding the bottle of stamina recovery potion.

Mu Sicheng raised his eyebrows inexplicably: "My suggestion to you is that you'd better reduce the emotion you project on Bai Liu, and don't really regard him as your [parents'] empathy object."

He stood up on his knees, crumpled up the empty bottle of stamina recovery agent beside his hand, and threw it into the trash can in front of Mu Ke in a shooting posture.

Mu Ke still stood there motionless.

Mu Sicheng put his pockets in his pocket and walked past him without looking sideways.

"This guy is too crazy to play, and everyone will target him if he stays outside. It is very thankless for you to rush to be his son." Mu Sicheng said with a sneer, "He is suitable for more crazy people." Cub."

Mu Ke lowered his head, unable to see his expression clearly, the empty bottle in his hand had been twisted into a twisted mass of plastic by him.

Within a few seconds of the stalemate between the two, a member ran back panting and sweating profusely. Out of breath, he knelt on the ground to breathe heavily, and then shouted with all his strength:

"I, I saw Bai Liu's small TV!"

Both Mu Ke and Mu Sicheng's eyes suddenly moved over.