2022-11-06 10:03 Category: My Days Pretending to Be an NPC in Puzzle GamesTurn off the lights
Outside the anthill, Shuye and a group of soldiers and civilians had already surrounded the flying saucer.
Half of the flying saucer was embedded in the ground, while the exposed half was taller than an anthill. The lights on it were still flashing, but the engine had stopped, and it was completely silent inside.
They looked tense, constantly swallowing hard: "This is... God's chariot?"
"Right?" Shuno looked up at the endless edge, the white lights and the overwhelming high-tech smell instilled fear in him.
This must be the work of the gods. How could human beings possibly make such a thing? It is so heavy and has no wings, yet it can fly in the sky.
The thought that they actually planned to kill such a being amazed Shuno with his own courage.
She gripped her weapon tightly: "Neither gods nor men can control our destiny."
"Buzz buzz buzz." The strange buzzing sound attracted their attention. At the raised end, a door opened, and warm light shone from inside. A tall and slender figure slowly walked out from inside.
Shuno squinted, raised one hand, and because of the backlight, she couldn't see the person's face: "Get ready."
The archer's arrow was aimed at the figure.
Slowly, the figure drew closer and closer, until they could see the person's appearance clearly, as well as a pair of transparent wings behind them.
"My God..." The archer lowered his bow.
Shuye was even more incredulous: "How could it be him?"
At 11:00 AM sharp, the information push is never late.
[Night Six: The Black Goat.]
[Four players have died, and four-eighths of the Demon Seal has been unlocked.]
The laboratory is located on the fourth floor of the anthill.
The soldier who stepped out from the crowd stood in the middle, her fingertips twirling her long hair, looking at the controlled people with a half-smile.
The soldiers and civilians affected by the pheromones showed a fanatical expression, and the 'divine messenger' was practically kneeling down to lick her toes.
These were the mountains that once weighed heavily on her shoulders, and just thinking about them filled her with despair and helplessness.
"I thought he was very capable, but it turns out he's nothing special."
The feeling of having her power unlocked was exhilarating. The longer the instance existed, the stronger the demon's power became; she was no longer the same person she had been at the beginning.
"If they had such great power from the beginning, how could they have been killed so easily?" The thought filled her with resentment.
However, she really didn't expect that the players this time could go to this extent.
What exactly is a god? Why is he here...? All these questions will be answered today. After this, this instance will be even less able to hold her.
Among the soldiers and civilians who were controlled by this peculiar smell, Saman remained motionless.
He acted as if he were fighting against the power of pheromones. But in fact, he had regained his consciousness; although his body was not yet fully under his control, his soul was free.
Saman recognized the female soldier; she was in charge of security on the fifth floor and also had an ambiguous relationship with a tall, thin, long-haired male nobleman. She was the main person in charge of the nobleman's marriage.
The ghost stepped forward on its own.
Although the 'divine messenger' had previously said that awakened nobles had absolute control over soldiers and civilians, Saman only realized how unbearable it was to be out of control when he actually encountered it.
His soul said no, but his body remained motionless.
In fact, he had already exhausted himself trying to stop himself from being as fanatical as others.
"What am I?" she asked an old man, one of the most stubborn among the soldiers and civilians.
"You are my god." The old man burst forth with a passion uncommon for his age. "You are my god, you are in control of everything I do."
"Ha, hahahahaha..." Samantha thought the 'ghost' would do something. All the information indicated that 'he' was no good. However, the ghost just laughed, looking at the soldiers and civilians who worshipped her. Her laughter gradually became sharper.
She pulled up a chair, sat down, and wiped away the tears of laughter from the corner of her eye with her left fingertip: "I always thought that the fate of nobles was determined by heaven. One generation, two generations, three generations... this is the fifth generation now, and no one can escape it."
"It's like the animals I used to raise. I gave them everything that others couldn't enjoy, but they had to stay obediently in their cages, please me, and obey me."
"I am willing to please you and obey you; everything I have belongs to you." The divine messenger pounced on him and knelt at his feet. He was naked, and his appearance was terrifying, completely abandoning all sense of shame and propriety.
"Get lost." The ghost's face turned cold, and he kicked him in the face.
The messenger obeyed, hugging his knees and rolling on the ground.
The ghost seemed to be enjoying the clown's performance. She watched the divine messenger roll away before turning to look at the other soldiers and civilians whose faces showed expressions of madness.
After looking around, he saw Saman, who was gritting his teeth and not moving.
"You," she looked him up and down, "are you a player, or someone from here?"
Saman remained silent.
She smiled and said, "It doesn't matter what it is anymore. Would you like to hear my story?"
Saman's fingers had already touched the Ghost Card. In this situation, when his body could not fully obey his commands, using the Ghost Card could ensure his safety to the greatest extent.
With something to care about, he began to value his life, unlike before when he was indifferent and could easily walk away.
"Before I was five years old, I always thought that we were special because we were noble and therefore high above others, not breathing the same air as those lowly people. Even when we went down to the countryside, we would wear high heels to avoid being tainted by the filth below."
At this point, she laughed, shaking her head as she did so, though it was unclear what she was laughing at.
"If I'm unhappy, someone will lose their life because of it. So shouldn't we be the noblest people who hold power?"
"Is that so?" a voice interrupted the ghost's mutterings.
She froze, her eyes widening as she stared straight at the stairs outside the door.
Wearing a large cloak and holding a piece of light wood, Ren Yifei slowly walked up the stairs: "I couldn't find anyone anywhere, so it turns out you were here."
"Jiang?" Gui looked at him in disbelief, along with a row of people behind him carrying bows and arrows and weapons.
Why are you here?
In reality, people who died by this man's arrows were so powerful that even ghosts had a phobia of him.
"Stop him!"
She took a few steps back, and the confused soldiers and civilians surrounded her, blocking Ren Yifei's path.
It's really interesting that workers and civilians restrain nobles, while nobles control soldiers and civilians, and in the end, soldiers and civilians can overwhelmingly defeat workers and civilians—a closed-loop food chain.
"I'm just as curious as you about this. Why are you standing here, and why do you seem to know me?" Ren Yifei's expression was complicated for a moment, but he quickly returned to calm.
"You're not a player?" Gui had always thought Jiang was a player, and that had been the case in previous dungeons, but now she wasn't so sure and started to have doubts.
"What player?" Ren Yifei asked, frowning.
"No, it's nothing, it's not a good thing," the ghost said, staring at Ren Yifei's face as if she were looking through him at something. She held back a sentence, wanting to say something but then stopped herself.
"You seem to be afraid of me." Ren Yifei looked at her with a questioning gaze, his eyes seeming to see through all her secrets.
"You're not in charge, yet you've got them obeying your orders. Witchcraft?" He said, taking a few steps forward, trying to understand.
"Don't come any closer," Ren Yifei's sudden approach made the ghost very uncomfortable. She saw a knife on the table, picked it up, and pointed it at one of the soldiers and civilians, "If you come any closer, I'll kill her."
"Are you going to kill me?" To everyone's surprise, the soldier looked on with a fascinated expression. "Your wish is my wish."
She charged straight at the tip of the knife.
"Shut up and get out." The ghost sheathed her knife, somewhat exasperated. She wasn't afraid of killing, nor did she care about killing, but the rule was that ghosts couldn't harm NPCs.
What bothered her more than the misled soldiers and civilians was 'Jiang'.
Why has he come again? There is no new queen here. What is his purpose in coming?
"Jiang, you haven't given up on your idea of killing all the nobles?" This was the first time she had encountered 'Jiang' in so many dungeons. Along with hatred, she also had some other indescribable emotions.
Because this person killed her, her last impression of that world was that cold face.
"Why are you doing this? You talk about breaking the old system, so why are you pointing your sword at the nobles, who are also victims, instead of at the soldiers and civilians?"
The ghost stared coldly at his face and said sarcastically, "In the end, you're just too scared. You're cowardly, so you can only look for someone even weaker."
Her pain, her resentment, and her confusion all need an explanation.
Ren Yifei's expression grew increasingly wary. He stopped at the door, picked up a bow in one hand, and aimed an arrow at her: "Why do you know all this?"
"You don't need to know how I know. Do you still have the same thoughts as before? If so, why don't you go to the base of the sacred tree? The nobleman you're looking for is there."
"Someone told me that without nobles and a queen, we will all cease to exist after a few generations. So…" Ren Yifei looked at the soldiers and civilians who were wavering between the pheromones of the nobles and their own will.
"So I decided to cooperate with them. Who exactly are you? And why can you control them?"
Seeing that 'Jiang' still didn't understand, even though this was just a copy, the ghost's lips still curled into a wicked smile: "Want to know? Why don't you let them tell you?"
For the next few minutes, Ren Yifei basically just enjoyed all sorts of free flattery, talking about goddesses and the ultimate destination of the soul, each one like a fanatic.
"Who exactly are you?" Ren Yifei asked, enunciating each word clearly. "Are you like that guy in that giant machine, who claims to be a god?"
"No, I am the nobleman you want to kill."
She took a step back, spread her fingers, and pushed forward with both hands: "Kill him!"
All the soldiers and civilians present took action.
As she watched them gradually surround and approach 'Jiang', and as she watched the soldiers and civilians confront the workers and civilians brought by Jiang, she laughed heartily.
What's the point of killing other players? It's like scratching an itch through a boot. The real target is right in front of her, so even if she ends up in the dark room, she'll still kill him once.
"The grudge of being killed that day, I will avenge it all today!... Ugh!"
She looked down at the tip of the knife that had pierced her chest.
How could this be? This place is full of soldiers and civilians, all of whom obey her orders... She slowly turned her head and saw Saman holding a knife in both hands, his whole body convulsing, as if two wills were fighting within him.
He chuckled, his face contorting as he desperately resisted the instinct within him to obey the nobleman.
"I can kill anyone, but not him. He's my partner."
The gold glow at the edge of the ghost card burned out, and a golden-armored warrior appeared in the already crowded laboratory. The golden-armored man held swords in both hands and stood in front of Ren Yifei as soon as he appeared, facing the crowd of soldiers and civilians, his eyes burning with fighting spirit.
She laughed in anger, releasing even stronger pheromones. Even someone with strong resistance like Saman was affected, and his hands and feet obeyed the other person's commands.
"Fine, I won't kill him." She smiled resentfully. "Then, you should kill yourself."
Saman watched helplessly as his hands were turned upside down, the knife tip pointing at his heart.
He can't do anything right now; even taking out the other ghost card won't work. The boss, who's only partially unsealed, has far too much control over the soldiers and civilians.
Taking a deep breath, Saman looked at Ren Yifei, who was being protected by the Golden Armor Guards.
But instead of seeing him, they saw an arrow with a trailing tail that grazed the ghost's face and embedded itself in the back wall.
The ghost was startled and touched her face, which was already bleeding. She opened her mouth, about to intensify her attack, when suddenly another strong pheromone burst out from the small laboratory.
It swept away the lingering, decaying stench of the ghost like a refreshing breeze, forcefully enveloping the entire laboratory. Samantha stopped, dropped the knife, and moved away from her.
"Partner." Ren Yifei looked at the ghost and said succinctly.
There was actually half a sentence left unsaid, but those who understand will understand: He's a partner, so you can't kill him.
Author's Note: Ghost (s
neer): You two are here to show off your love?!