Eighty points for dancing, one hundred points for how Aquaman handles interpersonal relationships.
In comparison, it seems like a lot more cost-effective.
However, there is no such good deal. One hundred points are for a single ticket, and you can join a group to watch dance.
The scorer patiently said, "The sponsor is the rich man."
Ji Yuanzhi frowned: "Don't shout."
"Ah, how cruel." The scorer pretended to be sad: "I know I am just a piece of data, destined to..."
Halfway through, it suddenly raised its wings and said, "No, this level of pity won't move you. One hundred points, man, what are you stingy about?"
The scorekeeper came over and asked, "Don't you want to know what kind of trouble player 460872 is in? Is it related to the kingdom, the hospital, or someone else?"
Ji Yuanzhi finally allocated one hundred points.
Mainly for some peace and quiet.
The scorer is so talkative.
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Technology in the interstellar age is developing at the speed of light, and Wen Shi can even drink coffee to stay awake while performing surgery.
After the operation, except for a small square wound on the back of the neck, everything else was fine.
"The surgical sutures will automatically dissolve after the wound heals," said the doctor who performed the transplant. "The scar is expected to disappear within 20 days."
"Don't do any strenuous exercise recently. After a month, you can try channeling your spiritual energy."
Wen Shi asked the question that concerned him the most: "Can I also have a spiritual body?"
"Different recipients have different situations. Some can do it, some can't. Just let it go. Although some recipients have spiritual bodies, their strength is average."
Wen Shi nodded, thanked him and stood up straight. He felt a little dizzy, but after taking a few steps, he finally regained his balance.
The operating room has a super powerful purification system, but the smell of disinfectant and medicine cannot be completely eliminated.
Yaerlin took Wen Shi to the small garden behind to breathe fresh air.
The trees in the interstellar era are all very majestic and feel like iron sheets to the touch. Wen Shi looked at the various plants in the garden curiously and finally couldn't help asking about his curiosity.
"Brother, why did Yugi call you a beast?"
"Did it call me that?" Yarlin confirmed, "Then it has a good temper. I thought it would curse even worse."
"…"
Wen Shi became even more curious.
Yaerlin wanted to tease him: "Guess."
Wen Shi fell into serious thought.
"The Supreme Will is an omnipresent consciousness," Jian Qingrong, who had been quietly accompanying them on their stroll, suddenly spoke up. "He might have considered imprisoning the other party, or even cutting off a portion of their consciousness."
Wen Shi was surprised when he heard this. Is this brother so reckless?
Jian Qingrong: "If I'm not mistaken, he wants to use his mental power to forcibly tame a small part of Yugi's consciousness, and then Yugi will actively peel off this part out of disgust."
Yarlin said calmly, "I certainly can't accomplish this on my own, so I'm spreading the word and gathering the power of an entire galaxy to try to scrape away a bit of consciousness for research."
Wen Shi opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.
After a long while, he regained his voice and asked, "Aren't you afraid of being killed?"
Yaerlin laughed: "I can feel this space rejecting it. It is very powerful, but it is also restricted in many ways."
"Did it work?"
Yarlin shook his head. "It was ultimately more skilled, but I did manage to piss it off. I was so mean back then that I named that plan the Interstellar Breeding Plan."
"…"
Yarlin was silent for a moment, then got back to the point. "My desire to slice and study it wasn't out of curiosity. Countless people in this galaxy wanted to kill me, but their battle line was united. For us, the sudden appearance of a strange alien civilization would be unbearable if we didn't conduct research and defense before this world's consciousness collapsed."
Slavery, war, and conquest.
These are the three unchanging themes of Interstellar.
The existence of the game brought them a strong sense of crisis. As for the parallel world of himself, Yarlin didn't bother to care.
"Then it disappeared for a while, and I continued my campaigns." Yarlin said slowly, "My mental strength is naturally exceptionally strong. If it had developed normally, my body would have exploded and died because it couldn't withstand it."
Wen Shiming realized: "The game was originally meant to help you solve this problem. In exchange, you need to help me."
Yarlin nodded.
The prerequisite for solving the problem is to completely open your consciousness to the other party. How could he possibly believe in a strange civilization?
"According to my original plan, after having some fun, I was going to find a place to wait for death. However, things turned out to be more complicated than I imagined. As my mental strength grew, not only my body but also my mind was affected."
"A year later, when it came up again, I didn't say no," Yarlin said.
During the period, Yarlin mentioned some details. He was so crazy that he almost caused the entire battleship to crash. There were some close friends among them, and the game indirectly helped him.
The game has no human emotions. It operates precisely, selecting the summoning targets with Wen Shi as the axis point.
Knowing that Yarlin would fall ill sooner or later, it lay dormant, waiting for the right opportunity, giving him a push at the critical moment, and then negotiating terms again.
However, ten years later, the game had some slight personal emotions attached to it. Although I recommended it to Wen Shi, I also added the comment "beast".
Wen Shi: "The timing is perfect."
Yaerlin raised his eyebrows: "Who said it wasn't?"
The reason he lost control on the battleship was that he was besieged by a large number of pirates. The battle lasted for several days and exacerbated his condition. However, Yarlin was always cautious, and how the pirates knew his coordinates was also a question.
A cold mechanical sound suddenly sounded at this moment——
"The capital construction of Frank Hospital has been completed."
"Be careful, someone is trying to steal your girlfriend."
When Wen Shi heard the first sentence, the smile that had just appeared on his face lasted less than a second before suddenly disappearing.
Who has the guts to steal someone's girlfriend?!
When he asked further, Yugi didn't answer.
The day's interstellar journey was almost over. Yaerlin saw that Wen Shi had something urgent to do and said, "Go back. I'll teach you how to channel your spiritual power after the tea party in a few days."
Wen Shi nodded.
He suddenly remembered that he had forgotten to call the Earl at the last tea party.
"The effect of brain plastic surgery is really good." Wen Shi exclaimed.
Things that were habitually ignored in the past will now automatically pop up.
Things like prying into someone else's corner could succeed at any time, so Wen Shi had to smash the hoe immediately. When returning, Wen Shi set the teleportation point at Frank Hospital.
As the dean, as long as you are not in the dungeon, you will not be prevented from returning to the game.
[Transmission is about to begin——]
Wen Shi looked at Jian Qingrong: "Are you coming?"
Jian Qingrong nodded first, then said, "I have to walk there."
The Supreme Will will not let him take a ride.
"…"
Hiking has its advantages, but teleporting across a large dimension would be as uncomfortable as attending a zombie concert.
When Wen Shi opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was a clean, brand new door, and the bricks under his feet didn't have a single crack.
Where is this?
After a quick reaction of one second, he confirmed that it was the hospital gate. The location of the guard room remained the same, it had just been renovated.
The building directly in front of us, with its mottled and peeling walls long gone, has been meticulously painted an ivory white. The roof has a unique pattern, giving it the air of an art gallery. Next to the original main building, a new red-roofed building has been constructed, serving as a cafeteria.
Further visits were put on hold, and Wen Shi now had to deal with the corner issues as quickly as possible. The nurse at the front desk was replaced by a sanatorium employee.
After Wen Shi entered the building, he first went to the prayer room.
He looked at the cross on the wall and made a prayer gesture: "Great Spirit, please tell me who is trying to pry me away."
"…"
Not getting an answer, he began to talk to himself:
"The staff of the sanatorium will not betray, and the patients need to abide by the hospital rules and regulations, and it is impossible for them to go with others." Not to mention the Zhenling, who would dare to set their sights on them.
Wen Shi took a deep breath, and there was only one option left: the host team.
The God of Deception's cold voice rang out from the cross. "Once the report was released, the reporter you brought with you immediately became a sought-after journalist. The TV station has drafted a new agreement and sent it to you, stating that if he agrees to renew for twenty years, they will create a brand new program tailored for him. He can choose to be either a host or a reporter."
The God of Fraud said this because he wanted to see how Wen Shi would handle this matter.
After hearing this, Wen Shi lowered his eyes, stood quietly for a moment, and then walked out.
The hospital's most valuable story had already been written and published, so the host couldn't stay here forever. It wouldn't be difficult to get him to stay, either by forcing him or using the favor of removing the curse as a moral blackmail, but that wasn't his style.
Wen Shi was not so generous as to let the host leave and renew the contract with the TV station.
The host is a very strong fighter, with both combat and crisis public relations capabilities, not to mention that he also has a camera crew, so this is not about letting one or two people go.
After only a few minutes, Wen Shi suddenly smiled again.
He walked upstairs.
Five floors.
The host likes to write on this floor on a daily basis.
The camera crew was cleaning the camera. When they heard footsteps and looked up, they saw that it was Wen Shi, and their movements more or less stopped.
The other party would not suddenly come back for no reason. They intuitively felt that it was related to the invitation from the TV station.
The host seemed to know who it was. He was writing at his desk and didn't look back. "Don't worry, you've saved me twice before. I won't leave the hospital."
Wen Shi leaned against the door with his arms folded, and did not agree with this sentence.
The host has a flamboyant personality, and he feels rather depressed doing his job as a reporter. He had no choice before, but if he is really asked to give answers based on his heart, I'm afraid he will not give up his hosting career.
Compromises based solely on emotions without any interest will eventually lead to rifts. Moreover, there is very little that the camera crew can film in the hospital, and they must be unwilling to stay there.
Wen Shi looked at the host's back and suddenly said something strange: "Dad might want to see you."
The host turned around and asked in surprise, "The first director of Frank Hospital?"
Wen Shi nodded. The previous sentence was not meant for the host, but for the game.
As he spoke, he was concentrating on communicating with the game: "I won't joke about this kind of thing."
In fact, everything about Frank Hospital should be under Wen Shi's control, including the hidden brain.
It's a pity that the true spirit will never give him such a thing.
Wen Shi said calmly: "It shouldn't be too much to ask for a meeting."
Meeting only once is neither against the rules nor is it reasonable to do so reluctantly.
The world around him turned dark red in an instant. Before Wen Shi was ready, the scene changed completely. The familiar feeling of weightlessness came over him, and the whole world spun around as he fell.
When everything becomes real, Wen Shi opens his eyelids that were closed to resist the strong wind.
There were bloodstains all around, but he could still recognize it at a glance. This was the apartment where he lived before he parted with his father.
The blood line gradually faded, revealing the position of the sofa. The man sat on it, looking at Wen Shi with a half-smile: "What kind of difficult problem have you encountered? And you brought outsiders to visit your father's brain."
When the host saw a celebrity, he wanted to go up and interview him. Fortunately, he still had his wits about him and did not lose his composure.
The game doesn't give too much time, Wen Shi said straight to the point: "The last time we met, you were being criticized by a weird player, questioning why you didn't change the status quo of the newcomers."
The strongest newcomer can only attract countless covetous people. It is difficult for him to just survive, so how can he have the time to be a savior?
What's more, in the game, the savior is often easily bitten back, and the collapse of the interest alliance with too weak overall capabilities is inevitable sooner or later.
But that is a real part of my father's memory, and it still exists today, which shows that there are some regrets.
"I act in an extreme way, but I still receive gratitude from many people." Wen Shi said slowly, "In the final analysis, it's about doing good deeds every day, it's..."
"It's standing on the moral high ground." The man raised his eyebrows.
"No one knows a son better than his father." Wen Shi changed the subject: "New players are thrown into the game cluelessly, resulting in heavy casualties. The game also consumes energy to attract new players. Why bother losing money? It's better to give the initiative to potential players."
"...There are always people who want to change their identity, status, and even the world they live in at all costs. As long as games are presented to them, they will immediately and firmly choose them."
"As long as we assign a different host to each instance to explain the rules, everything will be solved. The host is more flexible and can replace the game to issue tasks, which saves both worry and effort. The game only needs to be responsible for supervision. As for the professional training of other hosts before they take up their posts..." Wen Shi looked at the host, "You can let him do it."
A lot of what they discussed was blocked by invisible forces. The host couldn't hear it, but he inexplicably felt his blood boiling.
Wen Shi didn't say anything more.
At most, he could make the game a little bit interested, but it would definitely not be adopted. It would be different if his father came to talk about it. The latter was the one who knew the game best, so he only needed to give a general direction.
Ten years is a watershed.
Ten years later, the game has become more humane. It has begun to study and research humans in more detail. Moreover, over the past decade, many problems in the game have been continuously exposed and evolved.
"It's impossible to just revise it." The man said softly, "But there is another way."
Wen Shi stopped at the right time: "Then you guys talk, I'm leaving first."
Of course, you are referring to Dad and the game.
When sending him away, Yugi was very decisive, as if he couldn't wait to throw him away to the horizon.
The world changed again. Wen Shi stumbled and was still on the fifth floor when he regained his balance by holding onto the wall. His father and the red lines were gone, and the host had not come out yet.
A pair of hands supported him, and Wen Shi felt a familiar breath, so he did not refuse.
"Let's go down first."
The aftereffects of the operation have not completely disappeared. He feels suffocated if he stays in a closed place for a long time.
New lights were installed in the corridor. Jian Qingrong walked beside him and passed by here again. He no longer felt the gloomy atmosphere of the past.
Wen Shi talked about the host as he walked, and when they were almost downstairs, they both stopped.
Jian Qingrong said, "The Supreme Consciousness is very shrewd and may not agree."
"It will," Wen Shi said slowly. "If it can't lead a team, it'll just work itself to death. Dad can convince it. It's good for the public and long-term development, and privately... when the game separates consciousness within the rules to create a test field, it might use the excuse of hoping someone can take over to stimulate Dad's desire to survive."
However, based on Wen Shi's understanding of the man, he could only give a few suggestions at most.
He suddenly looked at Jian Qingrong: "Do you know who I am doing this for?"
"Me." Jian Qingrong hugged him gently: "Thank you for everything you have done for me."
Wen Shi must have learned from Yaerlin that the game's consciousness could be partially separated, which is why he came up with this method. If the game separated a portion of its consciousness for testing, it would be like making a slice, and the original strength would be affected to some extent.
Plus, with other important things to do, the game will no longer fully focus on attacking you accurately.
He will have a relatively relaxed environment to recover his strength.
All in all, it can be said that it is well-intentioned.
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hell.
Before the player could teleport, the scorer retracted the water curtain and shrugged his wings: "How?"
Everyone was silent.
"Once he becomes the pioneer of a new era, the host will be incredibly grateful to player 460872. He will also make up for some of his adoptive father's regrets, helping newcomers understand the rules of the game while also establishing a strong foundation. That's right, comrades, he has a strong foundation!!
The Lord of Terror was already overwhelmed by this deep affection, and naively believed that the other party's schemes were all for his own benefit."
The scorekeeper flew around. "Most importantly, he's successfully strengthened the hospital's power. He routinely lets the host team recruit subordinates outside and then calls them back when needed. Whether in the experimental field or the current dungeon world, he always has a way out and can always eat other people's food."
"...And during this entire process, what did player 460872 do?"
The same answer came to everyone's mind: He moved his lips.