Chapter 2388

……What happened?

Batou De stood on the grass, motionless, listening to his dazed thoughts echoing in a blank space.

The system that has been firmly controlling him in the [real game] is as if it has never existed; the field of vision is clean, the game interface is gone, the system can no longer speak, and there is only a slight wind in his ears .

He really wanted to turn his head and take a look at the person who just walked out from behind him.

But Batoude's body realized the gap and fear one step ahead of him. At this moment, even the blood seemed to have stopped, and the heart was tightly shrunk in the breastbone, not daring to make a sound; The suffocating calm of the moment.

That person standing under the dark night is Fu Xiluo?

... the task NPC in the new stage?

When this sentence floated up in Batoude's heart, even he himself suddenly felt ridiculous—NPC? impossible.

In addition to creating NPCs, [Real Games] can also affect real people, let them "part-time" game characters, and play the same role as game characters, interacting with themselves... However, the eight-headed German is very clear, the world is afraid There is no power of any item that can control that figure not far away.

He understood why Lou Qin would tell herself to take care.

As soon as the man let go, he threw something on the grass; it didn't look like it was for him to see, but it seemed that he was too lazy to put it away, and he didn't want to hold it anymore. Lost so many things.

In the dim moonlight, a doll showed half a frozen smiling face from the grass.

Eight-headed German is very familiar with this face; it is the appearance of the NPC in the game.

When he himself was unconscious, his whole body began to tremble slightly.

"Your broadcasting ability." Fu Xiluo seemed completely unaware of his fear, and said softly, "Take me as the target, try it first... Well, you can say anything."

His attitude was natural, as if if he had done his bidding, the world would of course obey—because that was the way the rules had always worked.

The eight-headed German opened his mouth slightly. "You... what did you do?"

A little surprised, Fu Xiluo let out a "Huh?" from his nose.

"My goal...my goal hasn't been completed yet, I'm still short of a task, and I can..."

"Oh." Fu Xiluo was silent for a few seconds after one syllable.

He was still standing in the dark night where he couldn't see clearly from the corner of his eye, and he sighed hoarsely as if all this was troublesome.

"What target?" he asked wearily.

"The residents of Fanjia City," Batoude replied tremblingly, "as long as I complete one more task, all the residents of Fanjia City will be free again..."

"Residents? Ordinary people?" Fu Xiluo paused for a moment, then suddenly asked, "Why do you want to save ordinary people?"

Batoude swallowed. "I grew up in Fanjia City, Fanjia City gave me everything...everyone in the city is my friend and family..."

"I understand." Fuxiluo whispered, "... To you, they are the most important people. They are indeed very precious things."

Batoude didn't expect that he seemed to be a little better at communicating than Louqin - Louqin was completely on the side of the evolutionary, as long as she could save the evolutionary from the infinite drift, she never seemed to consider the cost.

"Yes!" he said hastily, "I turn it back on, can I continue?"

Fu Xiluo tilted his head and took a look at him.

"Haven't you reacted yet?"

Batoude opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

"[Reality Game] is not for you to achieve your goals," Fuxiluo said here, and finally took two steps up from the shadows, and stopped beside the doll in the grass.

The faint moonlight fell on him, like a sigh dyed white from someone's half-dream and half-waking.

Badude couldn't help being stunned for a moment—he didn't expect that in the dark night, that powerful shadow that seemed to transcend human beings, when he walked into the moonlight, turned out to be a young man with a cold expression and tiredness, somehow it made people feel uncomfortable. I thought of the frozen peach blossoms on the shore of Hanchun Lake.

Fushiro didn't even raise his hands, but just lowered his eyes, and the doll slowly turned over by itself, with a rustle, its face buried in the grass, and its back opened.

"It doesn't matter what the goal you want to achieve," Fuxiluo said softly while looking at it, "The real point of this item is the 'tasks' that the system asks you to complete. Those tasks are just another person through Objects manipulate you to do things, in other words, a set of goals that other people want to achieve."

Batoude stood where he was, his head was empty for a while, and he was still trying to identify every word he just heard.

"People are really easy to be stupid in strange places." Fu Xiluo put his hands in his trouser pockets and sighed again. "However, after all, the most important person has become a hostage... I can understand."

[Real Game] Didn't he get it by trying to defeat his competitors? Didn't he also get a system reward? His progress, the rescued 1471 people... If all these are someone's means of manipulating him, then - where are the residents of Fanjia City actually?

Eight-headed German suddenly turned his head, and cast his gaze behind him.

The crack created by the squeezed space no longer exists; the place where he used to check in every day, and the room where he broadcast to the "underground farm" are only in his memory.

Wait...Fu Xiluo said that the broadcast he sent was the goal that others wanted to achieve?

Why do you want to achieve that purpose?

Does this mean... Could it be that the underground farm is—

Batoude didn't know when, his body half-folded down, and his hands rested on his knees. No matter how much he gasped for breath, there was still no oxygen flowing into his chest; he wanted to vomit and cry for a moment, but he didn't understand why someone would go to such lengths just to tell ordinary people a complete lie.

Trembling all over, Batoude fell to the ground.

"Don't be too sad," Fushiro squatted down in front of him, like a child, wrapping his arms around his knees. "Louqin, before I smooth the space, let me tell you a few words... I only understand her intention now."

Batou De looked at him blankly.

"'I didn't completely deceive you. You do a good job for Fuxiluo, and I promise you that as long as the underground farm is running for a day, the people of Fanjia City can live a normal life for a day.'"

Fu Xiluo tilted his head, smiled lightly, his eyes were bent.

"Now, can you do as I tell you?"

In terms of Fuxiluo's combat power, he is really very patient with himself... Batou De wiped his face and pressed his legs desperately, so as not to let his body look like water waves blown by the wind trembling.

He nodded and asked in a hoarse voice, "... shall we start now?"

Fu Xiluo responded with a "hmm" from his nose.

When the 【Real Game】was still running, Batou Germany desperately completed various tasks for a period of time, and accumulated a lot of reward points, but did not exchange them for released residents; the number of released residents has therefore remained at 600/6305, stayed for a few days - but his choice was correct, or, at the time, it seemed, correct.

The reward points accumulated by the eight-headed virtues were all replaced by a special item: [Ability Polishing Agent].

It's funny to say that [Ability Polishing Agent] itself needs to be polished repeatedly; but the game system only charged him a little extra, and handed over the completed [Ability Polishing Agent] to him...

Thinking about it now, of course it is. [Real Game] The people behind the scenes wish his abilities could improve so that he could do things better for them.

Since using [Ability Polishing Agent], although the number of released residents has continued to increase rapidly, Badude occasionally feels faint fear and shock at the new look of his abilities.

He took a deep breath, trying to forget as much as possible the shadowy fear cast by the man opposite him.

"You don't need me. A person as powerful as you has means, abilities, and resources that can't be used up...you think about it carefully, and you find that you don't need me. You are going to send me back again, to the underground farm Go... right?"

Fu Xiluo sat on the grass with his hands crossed, his expression was dazed, and he couldn't make a sound.

"You can persuade anyone you want to persuade. The effect is direct and strong..."

Speaking of this, Batoude's voice trembled, but fortunately, it did not affect his ability - Fu Xiluo was already immersed in his broadcast, and a few silver balls were floating in the night sky above their heads, lightly Spin lightly.

"So, you want to send me back."

After an unknown amount of time, Fu Xiluo finally blinked his eyes.

"I see," he said, nasally, like a child.

Eight-headed German suddenly felt his heartbeat again.

"This level is not enough." Fu Xiluo said thoughtfully, "Now it seems that the only way to make you stronger immediately is to make you a part of me."

I relished reading everyone's comments in the previous chapter. You can say that there are many types of genres you like to read, but the commonalities are also obvious. Sure enough, people who read the end of the world don't really want to read romance novels! Many genres are interesting to me, and I really want to see them. It feels like our meals are all in one pot. But I’m really not good at ancient style writing. Now that I’m 18, my mood has changed, and I can’t write anymore. It’s like wearing small shoes for Tianzu...