Hyperreal board game

An Ge walked forward in a scorching tunnel.

The rammed earth steps and walls were baked almost to porcelain.The soles of his Oxford shoes were also a little soft when he stepped on them, and the sweat slid down and dripped down his cheeks.

The flames in front of him were advancing step by step. Although the tongue of flame that had killed Oreo was completely suppressed, the surrounding temperature could not return to normal for a while.

Just when An Ge felt that the moisture in his whole body was about to flow away in sweat, and he hesitated to continue walking with the temperature roughly comparable to that of the Sahara desert at noon when the sun was exposed to the sun, the humanoid flame suddenly punched forward. .

The flames all over the body burst out like a swarm of scarlet bees, devouring the obstacles in front of them completely, leaving only a few steaming residues.

After all the flames dissipated, the living person inside was revealed, staring at the big hole blasted open by his punch with a haughty expression, there were still a few wall bricks and some door frames that had existed on the edge of the hole. Mark of.

Yue Zimo Li curled his lips, and said in a contemptuous and mocking tone that Yue Zimo Biao would never have: "One of the biggest differences between reality and virtual reality is that there is absolutely no invincible invincible existence. In the game Here, the mechanism of this dungeon only needs the DM to say that it is unsolvable, and it is unsolvable. But once it is based on reality, it will not work.”

He stepped forward and patted the charred black wall brick, which fell to the ground with a slap.

"The flame will not appear out of thin air. It must have a theoretical basis and a material structure. Is it an element control device? Or is it a magic circle triggered by opening the door? Although I can't see it now-but even if it is not destroyed, I can't see it. Anyway, it doesn't matter. ——The point is that no matter what kind of material structure it is, the power of reality has an upper limit, and the strength of matter also has an upper limit. So, to put it simply, as long as I am stronger than this thing, it will be fine.”

Yue Zimo Li patted the black ash on his hands, arrogance at this moment is more like a strong self-confidence: "It is an iceberg, I will burn it, it is a flame, I will be hotter than it, this little thing, I will It can still be done.”

He spoke lightly and humbly, but his tone was full of showing off, like a red dragon whose scales had just been polished and its tail was raised high, ready to go out to show off to its kin and mates.

But what he said was right, so An Ge smiled, "You did a good job." By the way, he patted him on the back, then walked through the charred black hole and continued to move forward.

Yue Zimo Li didn't react at first, and waited for An Ge to walk away before he frowned, lowered his voice and warned darkly: "I said before, I hate being touched by people, your brain is made of goldfish ?"

An Ge apologized without sincerity, and after walking through the last short passage, there was another small white narrow door that only allowed one person to pass through.

He just touched it lightly, and the door opened silently. After entering through that door, An Ge couldn't help holding his breath.

It's almost like a borrower broke into the world of normal human beings.In this golden hall, the position of the ceiling seems to be connected to the sky, out of reach.The hanging crystal chandelier seems to be twinkling with stars.

This is a library.

The walnut wood bookshelves that are higher than a person are neatly arranged, and it seems to be endless at a glance.More bookshelves are suspended in the air, and the small wings at both ends of the bookshelves are vigorously flapping, tirelessly.Although it looks precarious, it still swayed faithfully in its original position and never fell off.

The bookshelves in the sky are arranged layer by layer, giving people the illusion that if you climb along the bookshelves, you can reach the sky.

The boy who followed in also tried his best to raise his head back, looked at the bookshelf extending far above his head, and uttered a voice in confusion, "Hmm... I always feel... boring? Could this be... a treasure?"

An Ge suppressed a smile, "Faust's crazy pursuit of knowledge, this is obviously the best treasure for him."

Yizai scratched the back of his head: "He said to his nephew in the letter: This is a rare and amazing wealth that even the devil would envy. Is the devil also a bookworm? To envy the huge library, the books in this room Don't look at the mighty pile, I can install at least ten times on a 200T hard drive..."

"Oh, will you watch it then?"

Yizi: ...

An Ge walked through the bookshelves towards the center of the hall, saying, "The book itself is not a treasure, and even the knowledge recorded in it is not a treasure. Only when the knowledge is used correctly and turned into a power that can be used by oneself, can it be treasured." called treasure."

However, such a treasure will probably make most treasure hunters angry and disappointed, right?

At least Yizai is disappointed now.

When the two walked through the rows of bookshelves and walked to the center of the hall, they also roughly figured out the structure.All the bookshelves are arranged radially around a circular reception desk in the middle of the hall.

There was nothing at the reception, but when the two people approached, a green light flickered above the circular table, slowly forming a light the size of a firefly, and a mechanically rigid voice with no gender or age could be heard: "Welcome to the initial stage." Library, I am the management center of this library, will you be my new owner?"

Yi Zai's eyes lit up when he heard it: "I've played this kind of game before! Summoned combat familiars, heroic spirits, Fusangshen, etc. will ask this question before they fight for the players."

An Ge: "Strictly speaking, we are the one that was summoned, right?"

Yi Zai: "The details don't matter..."

Firefly: "Unfortunately, I don't know how to fight."

Yizi: ...

How did the complaint become a double copy.

An Ge continued to ask: "How can I become your owner?"

Firefly: "You only need to answer three questions correctly. However, once you enter the question-and-answer session, if you answer wrong, you will die."

An Ge thought for a while, then asked again: "What if... you refuse to answer?"

Firefly: "It is allowed to quit halfway, but the right to challenge will be permanently lost."

Yizai smiled: "It's quite a kind setting, so please let me try it first."

An Ge: "Wait, what if..."

Yi Zai: "Don't worry, brother Clay, there will be absolutely no contingencies, it is 100% impossible to answer."

An Ge: "...Why can you say such words with confidence?"

Yizai turned to him and continued to smile: "Besides, what do I need a library for? Why not use this opportunity to collect information."

An Ge was silent, and then said, "Thank you."

Yi Zai smiled and nodded: "Then remember to owe me a hot pot meal... No, plus the last time, it's twice."

An Ge also smiled, "Okay, two meals."

Then Yizai raised his hand high like an excellent primary school student who is eager to be called by the teacher to answer the question: "Then, come and ask me!"

The firefly flickered and cast a thin ray, forming a small green spot between Yizi's eyebrows, and then began to ask: "Who was my former Owner?"

Yizai froze for a moment, then suddenly took out his phone.

Firefly: "What are you doing?"

Yizi blinked innocently: "There is no rule that says you can't use mobile phones?"

firefly:……

Yizi:! !

Yizi: Why does it ask such a question?Isn't it Faust?Ask such a simple question?

Clay: Mephisto.

Yizi said without hesitation: "It's Mephisto."

The green light instantly turned red, "Answer...wrong..."