Chapter 357. Eddie
"That's a very open-ended question..."
After a brief moment of shock, Char quickly regained his senses.
He had always been worried that someone would ask this question. After all, the more a normal player knew about his actions, the more the other party would feel.
As the person who knew him the best among the players, the fact that Apple Pie asked him was the least shocking to him.
But... What was meant to come would come.
"I don't know how to answer you, but I can definitely answer you that I'm a human," Char said with a bitter smile.
"Then... an alien?"
"Have you ever seen an alien so good at making jokes?" Char rolled his eyes.
"That's true..." Apple Pie nodded in confusion, "Then you... are you the kind of gamer who had transmigrated back from ten years in the future? When you were alive, you were a pitiful wretch who no one loved and doted on. you were in debt, and your girlfriend ran away with someone. Then, you were struck by lightning in a stormy night gaming capsule and sent back to the time of the opening of the game?"
"What's your brain made of?"
"Is that so? can you tell me what happened ten years later? Did Michyou close down? Has trash Dog 2.0 ended? Did you get Mount Slash 2?"
"Stop, stop," Char stopped her with a massive hole in her brain from asking any more questions. He rubbed his head and said helplessly, "I don't know what you're saying because it's not what you think it is. It's complicated to explain and I can't explain it... how should I put it? my situation is similar to Old Master Tong's, but the difference is that this game might not be man-made... Do you understand what I mean?"
He said it very vaguely.
If Apple pie showed that they could not understand or accept it, he would give her a more conservative explanation.
If she accepted it, then they could continue the conversation.
However, the girl's reaction was far beyond his expectations. He said excitedly, "Yes, yes, yes, this is the real world, right? As I said, this kind of detailed race, culture, technology, magic, culture, geography, and customs couldn't be created by a single game company. How much manpower and material resources would it take?!"
"So, all of these are a different world, and the whole world was made into a game, just like the real GTA5 in Free Guy, right? "
(Note: Free Guy is a sci-fi movie.)
Char was dumbfounded. He could understand GTA 5, but he had no idea about Free Guys.
This thing was most likely after he transmigrated!
However, this did not stop him from expressing his admiration for her.
As expected of you, your acceptance ability is maxed out!
"Although I don't quite understand what you're saying, that's the general meaning..."
"What about you? Can you log out of the game? You're avoiding meeting me in person because you can't log out at all? Also, is this also the reason why you can communicate with the "natives" in this game? Are you not a player? You'll really die after dying once?"
"I..."
"No, that's not right. I remember that you died a few times, but you're still fine. Why is that? Oh, oh, oh, you had a system with you when you transmigrated, right? It was just like the portable system in the novels of soul travel, it could act coquettishly and even turn into a woman! Do you have to do missions like crazy to earn some points, and then use this thing to pay for your resurrection!"
"No, you ..."
"But why do you know the details of this game like the back of your hand? it's as if you've already experienced it once, no, several times ... Did you transmigrate twice? He first transmigrated to the game for more than ten years, and then transmigrated to the time when the game was launched more than ten years ago? Wow, doesn't that mean you know everything that's going to happen? Have you seen any players in the timeline before you transmigrated? &Nbsp; ah! Have you ever seen me? Did anything happen between us? Ah, ah, right! You didn't wait for me in the newbie area, did you?"
"Shut up!"
Char's shout interrupted his wild thoughts.
He had never thought that he would have such a day. The guy in front of him was thinking so much that he could not keep up.
Usually, the others could not keep up with his thoughts.
"Oh!"
Apple Pie obediently shut up and stared at him curiously with blinking eyes.
Char slowly said, "This ..."
"Will my chest get bigger in ten years?"
Char was speechless.
"I'm sorry, I was wrong! You can continue!"
Char glared at her and took a few seconds to organize his thoughts.
"Listen, this is very strange. You're basically right, but you're also mostly wrong. I can't explain it. After all, I haven't fully studied transmigration yet. If I can, I think I can probably go back."
His tone was a little low, but he continued, "I do know what the plot is going to be like in the future, but I've changed that familiar history so much that it can't be f*cked anymore. So, we'll just take it one step at a time..."
"What about me?"
"Sorry, there are no players in the line I went through."
"Ha?" Apple Pie was stunned.
"Yes, not a single one."
"Then What are you playing? Single player?"
"I know! It's the closed beta from the past year, right? It's true." Apple Pie said in realization, "This game claims to have been closed for a year, but in fact, it's been more than a year. You've been in charge of the testing all this time... According to the time ratio of 3:1, if you had been playing single player for more than ten years, it meant that "Fantasy World" had been in closed beta for five or six years..."
Char shrugged noncommittally.
'Yes, I actually endured this long alone.
'To tell him from the start that you have to go through the next 100 reincarnations all by yourself, and the game time will last for nearly 3000 years, he would definitely think that this was nonsense.'
What a joke, how could this be possible?
How could I have endured for so long?
However, that was the truth.
He took one step at a time and finally walked down.
Now that he looked back and saw the endless trail of footprints, he felt a sense of accomplishment, but it was not full and full. At most, it made him sigh softly and say. "That's me."
Then, he raised his middle finger.
Go to hell.
The atmosphere was a little strange. At this moment, the sense of vicissitudes that Char exuded was definitely not something that could be accumulated in five or six years as Apple Pie had expected. The girl could not help but be stunned.
She was deeply mesmerized by his temperament and couldn't help but take half a step forward, wanting to hold his head.
"Then you ... It must be hard on you, right?" She asked.
"It's alright, it's just like that."
Char chuckled and shook his head.
"Alright, all the questions have been answered. Now that you've gotten the answer you wanted, shouldn't you let me go and cause trouble? Although the demons are strong, they can't stop more than 2000 regular soldiers. If they are determined to attack, they will be able to break through in less than a week. This is far from enough time."
"Char, your ability to change the topic is really terrible..." Apple Pie wrinkled its nose. "So, can I understand it as all the beautiful female NPCs have an affair with you, or even several? For example, the Grand Priest!"
"Ha..."
Char neither admitted nor denied it.
This was also a common practice. Basically, everyone would ask this question at the start.
It was too difficult to answer, so he could only deal with it the old way-one step at a time.
Apple Pie obviously did not want to dwell on this issue for too long, probably because after confirming Char's identity, she felt that as his fellow countryman, she would always have an advantage in this aspect.
Moreover, knowing each other's secret would make their relationship closer.
'I'm different from those women!
'You all have no future!
'But I do!
"Char, how can I help you? For example, investigate the illusion workshop or ask the relevant department to save you..." She asked.
"Don't, it's too dangerous." Char shook his head. "From the very beginning, I never thought of dragging any players into this. This is my own business, and its level is far beyond your imagination."
Even if the power systems of the two worlds were incompatible, this was how Apple Pie logged into the game. The human consciousness was a magical thing. If they were trapped or injured, it would be an irreparable loss.
"Oh..."
Apple Pie could only agree in disappointment. She thought about it and decided not to tell him that part of the game content was gradually affecting reality.
The girl had her own plans. She was determined to help Char investigate the illusion workshop, but she might not have to do it herself. She could still find out the details of the company through other channels.
She was afraid that if Char knew about this, he would keep his distance from them because he was worried that she would secretly attack them...
That would be self-defeating.
Moreover, the game's interference in reality had little effect. It was concentrated on the technology in fufu's hands. It didn't have much impact, which had become her advantage.
Yes, it was decided!
Private investigation!
"By the way, Char, how did you know that the group of monsters in the ruins were very strong? From the complaints of everyone on the forum," She said curiously, "This monster has a higher combat attainment than the players... Even such a strange existence can't resist the people of Mandela?"
Char thought to himself that the child of the abyss must not be known by them, so he made up an excuse.
"This group of monsters is probably the true strength of the monsters. The power of the abyss is no joke... However, don't underestimate the players. The wisdom of the masses is infinite. After all, this is a game. The seemingly neutral system is actually protecting the players and restraining the demons. Under such circumstances, it is only a matter of time before the demons are annihilated."
"So you're going to cause trouble again?"
"Yes..."
Char used his skills as a Spellcaster of Origin to create a new identity for himself.
"Look at my ID now!"
Apple Pie used a Ranger's detect skill on Char and almost laughed out loud.
[Player: Eddie]
[Class: Level ?? Thief]
A question mark meant that the information was incomplete, and it depended on Char's level, perception, and detection resistance.
However, even so, the information before her eyes was enough to shock her.
"Why did you change your ID?"
"How can you use your real name when you're doing bad things..." Char laughed. "The last time I told them I was your second uncle, and my id was also fake..."
"Tsk." Apple Pie looked at him meaningfully, "Everyone thought you were just daydreaming, but it turns out that it's completely true... Isn't this a very exciting feeling?"
Char laughed and took over the matter.
"Hmph..."
Apple Pie snorted twice, then closed its eyes and raised its little face.
"Eh? What are you doing?" Char asked despite knowing the answer.
"You're acting dumb again!"
"The day before the day before that in Astan city, you lied to me and told me to close my eyes, then you ran away!" Isn't it time to compensate me now?"
"No problem!"
Char agreed.
Thus, Apple Pie closed her eyes again, but she quietly set up a binding trap beside her.
If one of the two marked players left the circle, he would be bound.
This was a skill derived from learning both Arcanist and Ranger.
"Alright, alright..."
Char also noticed this, so he could only helplessly step forward, hold the girl's face, and gently kiss her on the forehead.
This guy was really a kid who would not let go of candy until he got it.
However, before Char could finish his actions, he was suddenly hugged by her.
Apple Pie wrapped itself around him like an octopus, its breath hot.
Obviously, she was not satisfied with such a simple farewell.
So, this separation lasted for a long time...
Well, it was a long time.
The team of Mandela was not moving very fast and could even be described as a turtle's speed.
However, their steps were surprisingly steady.
The Mount Meru Plan was very effective. He had his team members change into their PvP equipment and prepare themselves mentally, which perfectly matched everything that Char had taught Zin'rokh.
Char could not tell Zin'rokh how to trap the players. He could only give the abyss incarnation some inspiration, and the rest would be up to him.
However, it was clear that in this battle of brain power and adaptability, Zin'rokh had lost to Mount Meru.
Zin'rokh had arranged several sneak attacks in an attempt to destroy the team with an unprecedented number of people like before. However, these sneak attacks were all disintegrated by Mount Meru. Unwilling to give up, Zin'rokh changed his tactics and launched another surprise attack, but it was still easily blocked.
After a while, Mount Meru realized that he only knew how to use three moves, and he responded more and more smoothly. After all, this was a soldier, and his guild placed the most emphasis on discipline. In the face of discipline, no fancy moves were useful. Compared to this team, the ones that cynlos had destroyed before were just grass-root teams.
Not only that, as Zin'rokh gradually focused his power on dealing with Mount Meru, the other players were let off the hook. Then, the news of Mandela advancing layer by layer spread on the forum, and all the surviving players who had suffered a loss and were resentful joined.
This spontaneous growth of the team continued to snowball and grow, far from comparable to the loose team that had been casually kneaded in Memphis at the beginning.
Thus, when the players gathered their power and began to advance under a unified command, the positive feedback that Zin'rokh had received earlier was completely gone. The sense of defeat caused the abyss avatar to tear the book apart in a rage and use the method it was most familiar with-crushing with power.
In this way, the players would be more familiar with the battle...
After all, they relied on this ability to make a living.
Bang! Bang!
A loud explosion drew an incomplete conclusion to the battle.
The five-meter-tall elite terrorguard fell to the ground. Its broken body was surrounded by all kinds of magic, frost, fire, arcane, poison, and other attacks. Its originally sharp and ferocious face was flattened by the shield swordsman in the front row. It was bruised and swollen, looking as miserable as it could be.
What was worse was that it was not dead yet!
Mount Meru was wearing bright golden chain armor and holding a huge sword and shield. He was escorted by a group of priests and priests to the horror guard.
He stepped on the guy's face with one foot and forced the guy's swollen eyes to open and face him.
Then, he said awkwardly, "I know you're listening and watching."
These words were obviously not directed at the terror guard, but at the person behind it.
"Listen, friend. No matter who you are, please be clear that your opponent has changed. You can't deal with me by relying on these pieces of trash and those ridiculous tactics of the past, understand? If you want to defeat me, then show me your true ability. Don't be like these useless subordinates of yours!"
After saying that, he raised his shield and slammed it down!
The lower edges of the sword and shield were as sharp as blades, and they easily cut off the enemy's head.
The battle was over, and there was a burst of excited cheers from the crowd.
Bathed in the cheers, Mount Meru felt extremely comfortable.
He had noticed the opponent's panic not long ago, especially the abrupt change in tactics.
As long as they had played a few team PvP battles, they would be able to notice the sudden change in the situation.
There could only be one explanation for this, and that was that this guy was not strong at all, and the wisdom he had shown before was nothing more than someone guiding him from behind.
This made him more and more convinced that this was a player-controlled monster.
As for how he did it, perhaps it was done through some kind of unspeakable deal... However, it must be the players' thinking that supported it.
However, this player, or this group of players, obviously could not completely control the monsters. It was just a suggestion.
After that, it was clear that with continuous losses, the individual who provided the strategy was no longer trusted, so the monsters' tactics returned to their original open and wide style.
Without a doubt, this was a kind of retreat.
What he had to do was to anger the other party and make him walk further and further on the road of retreat.
He believed that his words would definitely reach them.
At this moment, one of his subordinates came to report.
"Sir, we found 12 survivors this time. One of them is a level 47 Thief!"
"What?"
Mount Meru was a little surprised.
The surprise came from two points. First, there were actually survivors in the area that the level 55 elite Terrorguard, Baegozzali, was wreaking havoc in. How strong was his ability to survive?
Secondly, it was a terrifying level.
This level was already comparable to the guild leaders who had consumed all their resources ...
The Thief class was almost synonymous with Loner.
A level 47 Loner ...
Without a doubt, they were elite players! The very best!
Mount Meru immediately rushed over.
"What's his name?" He asked.
The map of "Fantasy World" was too big, and there were many stories. Perhaps he was one of the big shots who posted anonymously in the forum.
"Eddie."
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