Conquering alien worlds starts from the game

One player equals one anchor point, and more than 40 players enter the mirror space, which means more than 40 anchor points simultaneously anchor the subspace domain generated by evil spirits.

It can also be understood that more than 40 fishing lines hooked a big fat fish at the same time...

Yang Qiu only needs to use the matrix connection to input part of the dark energy and recover part of the dark energy, leaving his aura in this evil spirit space.

Next... is to destroy the dominant will that generates this space, and the doves occupy the magpie's nest.

If there is no player interfering from the physical level, it would take a little more time to rely only on the means of separating the air. If there are players active in the space, it is not too easy——Yang Qiu saw the opportunity of the evil spirit's large spiritual fluctuations and grabbed it. Take part of the dark energy of this evil spirit, forcefully weaken this evil spirit to the extent that the player can deal with it, and then just wait patiently for the players to push the BOSS away, and then bring the sealed copper buckle to him to exchange for worthless The reputation value is enough...

Players who have to form a group to kill monsters for a few hours every day have combat experience that is not inferior to professional mercenary groups. They take the initiative to attack and do not give the evil spirit boss the chance to summon the "dead in sight" monster on the first floor. The evil spirit bosses are besieging and killing in the long and narrow alleyway.

During the siege process, the evil spirit boss, who had not completely lost his spiritual intelligence in his lifetime, adopted a variety of countermeasures, including but not limited to forcibly plundering the body control rights of some undead, and letting players kill each other... But it was of no use.

Firstly, players don’t care about beating their allies, and secondly, the controlled players can take the method of forcing them to go offline in place, so that the bodies of the undead who have been robbed of control rights are scattered into skeletons—this is after several times of beating allies. Sword [-]. Proficiency in the experience provided by the former Tibetan sword player who was unloaded by Pingsha in an instant and the epee operation.

The strength of the spirit body was weakened to the level of the vampire Hannah Connell, but after all, it failed to overwhelm this group of players who used hunting monsters as a game every day.

Before being completely wiped out by the players from the physical level, the evil spirit howled and launched the final blow-group mental attack.

Players with an average overall mental power (potential value) of only 200 will definitely not be able to withstand this kind of mental attack from the big evil spirit, but there is someone behind the players... Yang Qiu, who was staring at the battlefield, found that the evil spirit was in the form of a spirit body. At the cost of disintegration, a fatal blow was launched to the players. Ma Liu airdropped spiritual power to provide a spiritual barrier to the remaining 30 anchor points.

The spilled spirit body penetrates the undead bodies that the players' soul projections are attached to, and flicks gently from the matrix brand, allowing players who are immune to spiritual damage to see a CG-like memory picture.

This is a scar left on the soul by a little boy named Toby Bennett in his short life.

Toby Bennett, three years older than Kent Bennett.

Toby is different from normal children. When there are guests at home, Toby can feel that others are looking at him wrongly, with pity, sympathy, disgust, and disgust.

Toby has some brain problems, he can't control his expressions and body movements well, but he is not stupid, even smarter than children of the same age.

The clever Toby, who was only four years old, already knew that his mother treated his younger brother differently from himself.

My mother would always try to show her love for him in front of outsiders, but when no one else was present, her mother always looked at him terribly.

Mother...doesn't want to face him, doesn't want to see him, this is what the young Toby realized slowly.

As for his father, Toby didn't have a very vivid impression of him... When his father came home, he didn't want to come to see him. The door shouted at his mother and him.

Maybe it was eight, maybe it was nine, and Toby was old enough to go to a working school.

One day, Toby woke up from his sleep and found his father walking out with him in his arms, while his mother closed the door behind him.

Toby realized something, and he wanted to get down from his father's arms in fear, but his father didn't let go, and grabbed his shoulders and legs very hard.

The mother who closed the door came up and put a coat on Toby's head.

Before the coat blocked his view, the last thing Toby saw was his mother's cold eyes.

Parents don't want him anymore.

The Bennetts had had enough of the spectacle-like curious eyes of strangers, the secret cynicism of neighbors and relatives.

Toby cried and begged, and struggled with all his strength, but it was useless. He was three years older than Kent, and he was not as strong as Kent.

Before being stuffed into a strange carriage, Toby tried his best to pull a copper button from his father's sleeve.

When he woke up in a daze, he was placed in a very bad wooden shed, and the clothes on his body were snatched by someone, and there was nothing snatched, only tightly held in his hands, on his father's clothes. copper buckle.

The old woman who picked him up from the garbage dump in the port used the torn tablecloth discarded in the restaurant to change a wide and large pullover for him to wear, and nailed the beautiful copper button he was holding on to the neckline superior.

The old woman thought he was only four or five years old, and thought his weird expression and strange hands and feet were just because he was too frightened after being abandoned, so she bought him with the laundry money she earned by soaking in cold water. The alchemical potion at the bottom of the bottle, with rough hands full of chilblains, brought him a soup of potatoes and beans.

Under the protection of the old woman, he struggled to survive like a weed.

He knew the house he grew up in was only two blocks from Laundry Lane, but he also knew it wasn't his home.

The old woman only stayed with him for three winters before she died.

The owner of the laundromat didn't want to take in Toby, who could only do half-time work. It was the laundrymen who pleaded for him, so that he could keep that cold, undecent residence.

Toby hid the jumper that he could no longer fit under the straw mat. Whenever winter came, he was homeless and could only spend the winter in the accommodation provided by the laundry, and he would touch the old woman under the straw mat with stitches. Only the pullover made of it can let the shivering self sleep peacefully.

He doesn't remember which winter he died in, but he only remembers that he seemed to have had a long-lasting nightmare that he couldn't recall. When he woke up, he had become a ghost that no one would talk to him again.

He saw his body was quietly buried in the open space behind the laundry by the kind laundryman, and no one knew about it—otherwise, his body would be dug up and thrown outside the city to be devoured by wild dogs.

He is very grateful to these laundry workers who have taken care of him as much as possible since the old lady passed away. He continues to stay in the laundry, quietly protecting these people who have no blood relationship but who have given him warmth.

Until... Kent Bennett appeared before his eyes.

Kent didn't know when he met the daughter of a washerwoman. He knew that the Bennetts would not let him marry the woman in Laundry Lane, but he still came to Laundry Lane alone several times to meet the woman who wanted to marry. A tryst with the daughter of a good family, a washerwoman who does not hesitate to sacrifice her body.

That year's Winterfest, Kent was at it again, making out with the daring girl in an empty laundromat.

The girl who was worried about being discovered by his family left early, and Kent, who hadn't had enough fun, was a little annoyed. After the girl left, he said to himself angrily-"This kind of shit who doesn't know how many people play badly still wants to marry, go to dream Bar."

Toby, who stayed quietly in the wooden shed where he lived before, came out of the house.

Why can such a brother get everything, but I have nothing?

Why do I have nothing when I have done nothing wrong?

Kent can live in a warm home and receive the love of his parents, but why should I be abandoned, in such a place with nothing, and grow up under the pity of strangers?

The anger, resentment, unwillingness, and jealousy that had been buried deep in my heart for more than ten years erupted in an instant.

This time, Toby didn't control himself as before. He dragged Kent into the world he created, and he watched Kent cry, collapse, and die alone in that empty world, just like himself.

Toby found that this was the right thing to do, he should have done it long ago... He has endured it for too long, why should he continue to endure it?

Someone came to Laundry Lane to find Kent, and Toby dragged them into his own world in anger.

When he was abandoned, he was thrown into the garbage dump at the port to fend for himself, and even his clothes were stripped away. When the old woman picked him up to save his life, no one came to him. Why did Kent lose someone? come to find?

More and more people were dragged into Toby's world, and he felt a sense of satisfaction seeing those people dying somewhere alone like him.

"Great, everyone is the same."

Once, he dragged the owner of the laundry into his world, and after that, the laundry was closed.

Toby stayed alone in the walled laundry for several years, and he suddenly regretted that he should have dragged his parents into his world earlier.

He returned to his "home" - his world, the home he had created.

He forked a part of himself and created his parents... the parents he remembered.

There is no Kent in this "home", only his parents and him.

Mother will always stay on the first floor and will not come up to beat and scold him.

Father will always be in the room.

Great.

Great.

Toby stayed in the quiet attic, quietly letting time pass by.

He didn't care if anyone else needed to be dragged in, it was fine.

Among the fragments of the spirit body scattered by the great evil spirit, the last picture is a thin boy squatting in the attic with his knees hugged, showing a satisfied smile.

The last fragment of the spirit body disintegrates and disappears completely, and the CG-like memory picture also disappears like quicksand.

The last trace of the creator of the space was erased, and Yang Qiu unceremoniously left his own anchor point in this space, anchoring this ready-made space, and then sent the players who had completed the level out of the book.

The unowned space with a high degree of completion that can be opened through specific Sealed Artifacts is a great way to make money!

Players who didn't know that they were being used as a wool-sweeping tool opened and closed their eyes, and they all appeared in the No. 38 laundry in the "main world".

The revolving door scene before a big ill-fated evil spirit completely dissipates, for the player... the impact is not ordinary.

"Oh my god—even though it's a boss, it's really miserable!" Tang Jia said with tears streaming down her face.

"It's too miserable. It's not his fault that he was born with a disability. Why bother." Miaobi Shenghua, who was hunted down by the boss, also sighed, "It's not that I can't afford it. It's too much to throw it out to fend for myself. It’s good to raise people.”

"That's right, I lost the eldest son who knew how to repay his kindness before the blackening, and the younger son who was left behind didn't say to take good care of him, and they all grew crooked." Yang Ying sighed, "If it weren't for this crooked little son Another guy has been stimulated, maybe the eldest son will not be blackened."

Killing the BOSS means killing the BOSS, which does not prevent the players from being moved by the tragic life experience of the BOSS... Although if this BOSS is to be spawned again, the players will still not be merciful.

"Fuck!" Qin Guan suddenly yelled in horror, "I forgot to record this CG!"