However, I refuse!

However, I refuse!Author: Liang Feifan's Desktop

Want me to cross?Although it looks pretty good, not only that, but it also sounds good to be a Long Aotian, but...

I reject!

My favorite thing about Li Hao is to say no to those who think they are right! .. wait, why the window only has yes! ?

This is a story about the contents of the Zongman world. The first few sand sculptures are worth reading. If you read the story directly, you can start from Chapter 10.

ps: semi-dark works, if you don’t like dark, please skip the scp chapter -x-

ps: Pure JOJO style, even if you haven’t seen it, you can understand it

ps: single heroine_(:з」∠)_

"Dating Battle of Rejection—Magic Girl Madoka Rejection—(Prequel) Danganronpa of SCP—Rejection of Red Eyes—Rejection of Jojo's Too High—(Prequel) Academy of the Apocalypse of SCP—— Reject Bamboo Catch Story—Reject Holy Grail War HF Line—Reject Game Life—Reject RE:CREATORS (The Creator, also known as the end of the author—Future Diary dlc」

〇D-class personnel please do not watch

scp virtual chapter: ■■1——I am ■■■

The darkness gradually faded, and the scene in the field of vision was very broad, and it was very quiet. Although I could hear some subtle sounds when I listened carefully, it was too small, and I didn't know what the sound was.

By the way, who am I?why am i hereWhat am I going to do?

These are the three philosophical questions He first pondered

He tried to shake his 'body', 'hands', 'feet', 'feet' and 'head', but the only response to him was the electric sound from the lamp next to him.

Why is this lamp so big?

He complained, because this desk lamp almost occupied two-thirds of its field of view, and it was surprisingly big.

He looked around and tried to figure out where this place was, but besides the desk lamp just now, he only saw a monitor, a printer, a repeater, and a standard office chair.

Of course, these items all have a unifying characteristic.

That is, the big thief tm!And I seem to be on a relatively wide table.

In front of the table... there seems to be a... er, person?Because of the limited viewing angle, I can't see his face, but there is a big letter D written on the chest of the lying person in the field of vision, and the clothes look like some researcher, but does this letter have any meaning?

What D, Monkey D?

He thought of this, and then looked back at the desk lamp just now. He wanted to figure out what was going on, but through the reflection of the light bulb, what caught his eye was a book.

A huge, hardcover book with metal corners.The characters in black ink are written on what appears to be fine vellum paper.

Enmmm, am I a book?

He thought of it strangely, but quickly gave up the answer, because he just recovered some memories, which were some No.1 perspectives.Judging from the memory of these perspectives, it doesn't look like a book when he thinks about it.

I seem to be a novelist, writing and writing all day long, and I am sleepy looking at the densely packed, and the words inside are also strange.Obviously I don't know what it is written at all, but I can understand the meaning inside.

It’s roughly talking about the end of the day. The style is not blooming enough, it’s more like a record form, and it’s very detailed from the main people involved in the end of the day to the reasons, even if you haven’t seen it, you can describe it.

Of course, there are many kinds of doomsday, such as zombies, vampire doomsday, earth explosion... It seems that as long as it involves the destruction of human beings, it will be recorded verbatim by this person in this book.

Just like that, in a blink of an eye...the person who wrote the book slowly died there, and the book seems to be constantly recording...

So what the hell am I?

He asked himself like this, but even if he asked, no one could answer him, after all, there seemed to be someone here. Well, there was nothing but a dead person.

He symbolically twitched the corners of his mouth in his mind.

In short, I have to find a way to go out and see what kind of place this place is. I'm not familiar with the place here, what should I do if a good-for-nothing player rushes out on the way and wants to fuck a book?

Wait... am I kidding myself?

he asked strangely.

Of course he knows what a waste dog player is. After all, there is a record in the record that seems to be a strange world destroyed. Uh, what is called human burning in a special term, anyway, he doesn’t understand. Looking at the above Words can only be understood here.

He looked at the dead man in front of him boredly, and only this guy in front of him could see this place where nothing shit happens.

Ok?

Just as he was making fun of himself in his heart, his chapter suddenly opened, and some incomprehensible words gradually appeared on the blank page. These words were not Chinese, nor neon language, nor Symbols... To put it bluntly, it's like a kind of ■■ that humans can't decipher through language.

Time traveler..

There seems to be a record on the record.. It seems to be the existence of going to various worlds to complete the death mission, and the final purpose is not clear for what it is.

He looked up all the information about the traversers, there were too many in general, and it seemed that each so-called main god space was different, as if they were fakes extended from a real main god space, and seemed to be a certain high latitude space. A so-called 'author' has long existed.

Most of it is to go to these worlds to open the Crystal Palace and hang things...

so good..

he sighed.

It would be great if He was a character in these novels, who should eat, drink, and do whatever he wants. Anyway, he is the protagonist, and it is impossible to die. Even if he dies, he will find an inexplicable reason to be resurrected anyway.

but..

It's also pretty sad.

He reads part of the memory of the traveler in front of him. After all, he only knows about the end times. The guy in front of him has been to some of the two-dimensional worlds he said. In fact, he is not even two-dimensional in the end. .What a poor fellow.

"System testing——"

Just as he was still flipping through the experiences of the guy in front of him in the doomsday world, a voice suddenly interrupted him.

Shit, what happened.

He froze for a moment, and asked if he had hallucinated just now, as if he heard a voice.

"The host died——, began to search for a successor and continued to record—"

He was confused, because the body of the guy in front of him disappeared into the air like data, leaving only a glowing ball, and this light ball made a male and female voice.

Heir?Record?

He thought suspiciously, as if he didn't read any information about these two words from the chapter of the guy in front of him, could it be that...

A strange idea suddenly appeared in his mind...

"Detected %#￥...#...￥%"

The ball of light uttered the same undecipherable language garbled for a while, and then said, "Consciousness detected, codename ■■■——■■■■."

Eh?

me?

He looked at the ball of light in front of him strangely, and saw that the ball of light began to approach him, and finally touched him and slowly merged into it.

"Start shaping the human form, ask the host to shape the body, and add basic skills."

Before he could react, he felt a virtual template like the one described in the book appeared in front of him, with various information about him on it, but it was useless now.

'Smile' came to his mind.

I don't want to stay in this place for a long time, I just want to take this opportunity to see the outside world, but there are some "happiness" that I can't experience as a book. First of all, I need a body.

He looked at the panel in front of him, there were height, gender, fat and thin, etc., and luck and so on, like some kind of inferior online game that pinched his face.

"Reminder: Body recommendation, basic skills are automatically matched, and the matching data is 'standard'. Housework is omnipotent, and has an abnormal love for girls (increase or decrease in aesthetic level), and comes with DEBUFF to reduce girls' EQ aura, charm aura (low effect) , high trigger).....opposition aura."

Listening to the chattering system in front of him, he nodded unconsciously.After all, if you understand it from the literal meaning, it seems to be very good... With these auras, you will be the next Long Aotian, and after that, you will pack up and take away the good-looking heroine. Just under his arrogant physical persuasion, he silently brought out his strength and IQ.

Perfect!Murray buckle!

He silently praised the thoughtfulness of the system, what more could one ask for with this system!

"Then, get ready to start giving birth..."

However, I refuse!

He looked sideways at the system with 'squinted eyes'.

"..."

My favorite is to reject those self-righteous people with NO!

He looked at the system in front of him 'sarcastically'.

How can I be like everyone else?Doesn't this make me look cheap, as a book, it must have the reserve to write a book, for example, when distributing body points, all other points should be added to luck, and other points can be distributed according to the minimum standard.

"If you allocate everything to luck and other attributes with the lowest standard, then your body will be emaciated and extremely fragile."

so what?Are you the host or am I the host? Do I need to listen to everything you say and finally become your puppet and be the same as the guy lying on the ground?

He said to the system 'evilly'.

"..." The system was silent for a moment, and then replied: "Shaping begins."

That's right...

He maintained a 'smile' and said.

Gradually, a beam of light shone on him, and slowly, he opened his eyes, and he felt a different feeling from before.

It's weight, it's the feeling of blood flowing, it's the sound of your heart beating...

"Is this the body?"

His voice was extremely loud in this room as if he had installed a microphone, but it was nothing.Because there's nothing like having a new body and being able to move around, at least not have to sit on that desk so boringly.

"Please host to name yourself."

"Name it..." He frowned in confusion, then came to the D-level researcher in front of him, searched and found that there were no other props, and after looking through the mirror, he knew his general shape. the whole picture.

"Then call me, Li Hao forget it." Li Hao pulled his chin and said to the system silently: "As for now...well..."

Li Hao looked out of the window at the man who was looking at him in horror through the glass as if he had seen him before. He was wearing the same research uniform as the guy in front of him, with the same letter D written on his chest.

He even knows what the other person is talking about through the other person's mouth.

"Oh my god... the book, has become a master?..."

"..."

SCP virtual chapter: ■■2——Don't be so serious?Ah ha ha

"The first question is, if a pigeon has been placed in front of you, it has been seriously injured, and it can only wait for death in pain, and you have a sharp knife at this time, how would you do it?"

"Forehead..."

Li Hao glanced around and shrank unnaturally.

After all, when he managed to get his own body just now, he hadn't warmed it up, and before he had time to ask for a picture, he was surrounded by a large group of men in black, including A self-proclaimed C-Class prepares to conduct a security accreditation assessment of himself.

But this is too scary, isn't it just a book with a body?As for what?

"I choose, sprinkle some cumin."

Obviously, Li Hao doesn't think that he can judge whether it is threatening by asking questions. This is very general, and the results are all inaccurate, which cannot be used as his psychological evaluation at all.

Answer?

What a ridiculous question. To be honest, it is like a character in a novel. No matter how you answer it, the result is the same. What is the so-called correct, good, and positive answer?

Rescue this pigeon?Or do you promise it to save it first and then treat it like a pigeon? Or, bury it and pray silently in your heart?

For a while, the countless possibilities made him feel a little overwhelmed, and finally he chose to eat it.

After all, this is the only way to show its final value.

"There is no cumin, there are only four fixed options." The person inquiring in front of him said to Li Hao in a strong tone: "A, rescue it, B, bury it, C, end its pain with a knife, D, Choked to death with bare hands."

Enmm, so what should he choose?

Li Hao looked at the folded four answers placed in front of him. Originally he thought that there is no cumin, and chili is also fine, and the spicy taste is also good. Why are they all killed? You must know that pigeon meat must be eaten fresh.

For a while, the scene became extremely quiet, and Li Hao began to hesitate about what he should choose, saying why the system stopped bubbling, just now he kept shaking the window to try to get the system out, but now no matter how much he knocked, there was no movement.

Hello, hello?Is the system there?Come out and help me out!At this time, shouldn't my senior assistant come out to help me!

"I choose, C."