Unlimited Cycles of Death: 187. Resurrection from the dead (13)

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This is destined to be an unusual day.

Especially those players who choose to stay in the safe house instead of playing the game.

They are the ones who can intuitively understand that things are gradually starting to be unusual.

As we all know, players who wander around in the fringe world, if they are not playing the game, are usually placed in a safe house by the system.

This so-called safe house is a very special superimposed space.

What is overlay space?

It may be difficult to describe in words, so let’s just explain the result of the superimposed space-in fact, it means that hundreds of thousands of players in the fringe world are all stuffed into the same safe house, but they are each other Neither can see each other.

They are in the same space, but they all think they are alone.

Only the walls in the safe house can show the fact that they are densely packed in a small space-the characters engraved or written on the wall can be seen by other players.

And this also creates a platform for players to communicate. They call the walls that can be engraved on as "blackboards", and they often leave messages on the blackboards.

At the same time, the safe house has a self-repair function. The characters engraved on the wall will slowly disappear after a period of time, which is conducive to the rapid communication of players and the protection of privacy.

But today, this unusual day.

All the players who stayed in the safe house discovered something weird!

I don't know who it is, I engraved a few very huge lines on the blackboard.

The font of each word is so huge that it cannot be covered with one hand.

These lines filled the wall, and after the engraving player finished the engraving, he traced his handwriting with special red paint.

So the whole wall seemed to be splashed with blood, and the **** passage was so clearly and sharply printed on the eyes of all players in the safe room.

This passage is written like this:

——Hello, all players in the edge world.

I am the new **** of the edge today.

Just now, right now! I will give you a chance to escape the fringe world and be reborn. It is possible for you to leave this terrible dream and return to reality to start a new life.

But I can’t entrust this opportunity to you one by one. It requires all of you to act and try to seize it.

I am not kind, so I will only give priority to those who are "strong".

Next, I will close all running games in the edge world. Whether it is a player who is playing or a player who is about to play, you will be directly sent back to the safe house at this moment.

Your personal system will show you a countdown every minute, reminding you of how much time you have left. The countdown is four hours. After four hours, the fringe world will be wiped out and all data will be deleted.

In these four hours, I will post different tasks to you through each of your personal systems. If there are special conditions that need to be observed in the task, the personal system will prompt you.

Only players who have prioritized and completed the task perfectly can get the chance to "escape".

Thank you for participating in the death game in the fringe world. This will be the final game.

……

This passage is so **** printed on the blackboard, and it hasn't disappeared gradually with the passage of time, it has always maintained a bright color, and it is placed in front of all players who can see it.

The entire fringe world seems to have settled because of this passage.

The players who were communicating on the blackboard no longer continued to engrave. They were silent for a while, seeming to be trying to digest the facts with difficulty.

Immediately afterwards, there was an explosion on the blackboard that was quiet for a moment.

"What's the matter?"

"Is this true!?"

"Are there any players who just entered the game and were bounced back? Come out and say something!"

"Yes...I am!"

"Me too, I was bounced back into the safe house as soon as I entered the game!"

"I was bounced back during the game... I was almost killed by a ghost..."

"...There is really a countdown, my system just told me the time!"

"3 hours and 58 minutes left."

"What to do? Does anyone know what's going on? How did it suddenly become like this!? The destruction of the edge world after four hours is really a joke!?"

"Don't worry, now that the countdown has started, wait for the task!"

"..."

Different from the chaotic and noisy players in front of the blackboard, Zhou Yue is now squatting in a safe room, holding a brush stained with red paint, looking at his masterpiece on the wall.

This passage was handwritten by Zhou Yue. Of course, he could actually ask the system to help and print this passage directly on the wall, but he still chose to write it by hand.

Cruise still surrounds Zhou Yue and observes Zhou Yue through the virtual screen. He says to Zhou Yue: "Do you really want to do this?"

Zhou Yue never birded him once.

Cruis was very happy to talk to himself. He discouraged Zhou Yue from saying: "I suggest you don't do this. Even if you become a marginal will, you can't let these players out."

Cruise thinks that Zhou Yue is the kind of player who wants to escape from the edge of the world. By coincidence, he has merged his soul with others and is able to use the spiritual blade. This is the way to successfully kill the former edge will and gain The identity of God.

After gaining the position of God, Cruise felt that Zhou Yue naturally wanted to leave the fringe world very much.

Of course, Cruise won’t let Zhou Yue leave easily. He triumphantly said to Zhou Yue: “After becoming a marginal will, your soul will be bound to this world. If the marginal world is destroyed, You will also be destroyed."

"I know you want to escape from this world, I can help you!" Cruise whispered in Zhou Yue's ear, "You have a perfect soul, perfect and precious, so I don't want to hurt You don’t want to use tough methods against you...I need your cooperation."

"As long as you are willing to cooperate with me in some small experiments, I will release you from the marginal world, and I will create a perfect new body for you. You can go wherever you want. You can say anything directly!"

This seems to have finally touched Zhou Yue. Zhou Yue no longer ignores Cruise as before. He turned his face to face the virtual screen and asked: "Whatever is required?"

When Cruise saw that Zhou Yue was willing to talk to himself, he was very excited and shouted: "Yes! Any request is fine!"

"What if I said I wanted to kill you?" Zhou Yue tilted his head and stared at Kurus, a blood red in the depths of his eyes.

The words of Zhou Yue puzzled Cruise: "Why do you want to kill me?"

"There is no other reason, just because I want to, so I will kill you." Zhou Yue is very casual and does his own way.

Crew actually lowered his head to think about it for a while, then nodded, and said to Zhou Yue; "Yes, as long as you are willing to cooperate with my experiment, after completing the experiment, I can let you kill me."

"I wanted you to die." Zhou Yue raised a ill-intentioned smile and emphasized, "You know that I can do the kind of death with the soul flying away."

Zhou Yue's words reminded Cruise of his spiritual blade, whose power can definitely crush a person's soul.

When Cruise thought of this, he was not afraid of rejoicing, and was even more excited: "No problem, whatever you want!"

Zhou Yue squinted at Cruise, thinking that this is really a guy with a brain problem.

"You are not afraid of death..."

"Of course, I never fear death." Cruise stood up in front of the screen, folded his hands on his heart, a subtle expression on that old face.

"I lived a long, long time, maybe hundreds of years? Maybe thousands of years?" Cruise seemed to be thinking about his age, but soon he gave up thinking, "Oh, no way, I can't remember."

"But none of this is a problem." Cruise spread his hands out, "Death is just another interesting journey for me. Even if my soul is lost, part of me will continue to wander in this universe. , In a certain corner, reunited into a brand new me."

Cruise’s definition of death seems to Zhou Yue a bit novel, but this is not what Zhou Yue wants to know. Zhou Yue calmly turned his head and stopped looking at Cruise, and said: "Since this is the case. , Then I still won't kill you."

Zhou Yue’s sudden remorse made Cruise stupefied, his expression was sluggish for a second, and then Cruise reacted, wondering: "You don’t want to kill me? Or do you have other requests, whether it’s I can do whatever I want..."

"I don't want to make any demands of you." Zhou Yue interrupted him forcefully.

Speaking, Zhou Yue looked up at the paragraph he had just written on the wall.

He grinned: "I never thought about escaping from the fringe world, I want to stay here."

"No, no, no—" Cruise didn't understand what he meant. Cruise shook his head in a panic: "You can't stay in this world. Didn't I just say that? If the edge world is destroyed, you Will also be destroyed."

"So what?" Zhou Yue looked indifferent.

"You can't be destroyed!" Cruise's expression was a bit hideous, he clenched his fists unconsciously, and his tone was full of anger, as if he did not understand Zhou Yue's thoughts.

But his emotions were only distorted for such a second, and Cruise soon returned to normal, once again discouraging Zhou Yue with a gentle tone: "You are excellent, Zhou Yue. You should not die in such a good place. ."

"I know this world has caused you harm. It traps you here and makes you very miserable. I am the culprit who caused all this."

"You can hate me to your heart's content. Just like you just said, it’s okay to kill me. I can satisfy you with any requirements." Cruise guided Zhou Yue step by step, “but you have to follow Come out there...you don't want to be trapped in such a small space until you die, right?"

"Why do you care about my life and death so much?" Zhou Yue asked knowingly. His eyes flickered and pointedly said to Cruise, "Obviously you are not afraid of death, but you are afraid of my death because Do I have extraordinary value to you?"

"More than that!" Cruise praised Zhou Yue, "Your value can no longer be measured by any unit! As long as I can succeed in you... Zhou Yue, you are the most perfect."