Chapter 13 Comic Content
After ten minutes were up, the three were teleported to a different dimension just as they were about to be spit out by the copy.
The familiar electronic sound rang out in the familiar "ding".
"Congratulations to the three players for passing the hidden route. Please accept your prizes."
Have you cleared the hidden route?
This sudden news was unexpected. Although it was a confirmation that their direction was correct, there were actually still clues to be solved.
Fang regained his freedom after the menagerie was burned down, and his soul was no longer confined to a small space; Nina chose to save herself and killed her insane father with her own hands; Spades and Clubs longed for a safe and warm embrace, and in the last ten minutes they were freed from their past pain.
But what about hearts? The death of her and the magician is still a mystery. How did she find relief... ? It couldn't be that they completed it by accident, that would be too outrageous.
All the doubts from the beginning to the end kept popping up in his mind. This time, the copy... was too smooth, whether it was the encounter with the special NPC at the beginning or the magician's proactive notification, and in the end Nina killed the leader so that they would not have to bear the serious side effects of the supernatural powers.
A pair of hands controlled the overall situation behind the scenes without making a sound. The spider silk had already been woven into a dense web that tightly wrapped the copy, leaving nowhere to hide.
There is a fourth person in the copy. How did he get in? How do you hide your identity as a player? Judging from the current situation, everything he does is to help them get a perfect clearance.
There is no such thing as a free lunch. There is only conspiracy hidden behind unwarranted benefits.
Are they the center of the conspiracy?
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The black fog that lingered here dissipated, and the Herald copy was successfully cleared.
When the trio opened their eyes, they saw the rescue team waiting there. After finding out that they didn't need to show up, they patted the three people's shoulders vigorously to show their praise. They cleared the advanced copy independently for the first time, and they were worthy of being the most respected superpower team.
When they noticed the prize in Lin Muyu's hand that could only be obtained by completing the game perfectly, their praise turned into shock.
I could only repeat it again with different emotions: You are worthy of being the most respected superpower team.
Si Yu'an was holding a few bottles of potions for replenishing mana and health in his arms, and the others carefully took them over, fearing that he might accidentally drop them in his listless state, which would be a big loss.
In addition, Lin Muyu was holding raw materials for casting weapons and two teleportation props.
If we don't think about the fourth person, this cleanup was still a very fruitful one. The three of them sat in the car on the way back, closed their eyes tiredly, and planned to relax their restless brains.
After a few hours of rest and regaining some energy, the team returned to the original office and listened to the annoying superior's chatter.
"Well done! It seems that my worries about you guys were for nothing. You actually got a perfect clearance."
"By the way, you should use the raw materials you brought back. Didn't you complain before that your weapons weren't cool enough? Now you have them! When the time comes, you can swing your sword and the special effects will appear, and you'll win half the battle! Alas... It's a pity that I can't experience this kind of happiness. I really envy you."
The superior folded his hands and supported his chin. After listening to their report, he nodded with satisfaction. He talked about the success of the trio and his own good vision. He also said that he had been sitting in the office for too long and wanted to go out and fight monsters. This kind of work that requires constant brainpower is too tiring, etc. They were talking in a very secretive manner, as if they were the only one chatting with them.
Ye Yunhe, who was accustomed to blocking out irrelevant conversations, was drowsy; Si Yu'an listened politely and occasionally made a cameo; Lin Muyu seemed serious, but he had actually been distracted for a while.
"Then let's get back to the point." The officer returned to the topic with an unsatisfied look, "Is there a fourth player in this instance?"
"Yes." Si Yuan, the only one listening, answered quickly, "Every time we acted, it was as if we were being pushed by that person. The freak show suddenly lost an employee, the magician suddenly spoke frankly and knew our purpose clearly. Even Red Heart was solved by him, allowing us to achieve a perfect clearance."
The officer raised his eyebrows after hearing this and said with a smile, "This guy is really strange, doing charity? Whether he sneaked in after the copy was closed, or entered before you and was not detected by the system, this ability is also a great talent in the government."
"Don't think too much about it. Wait and see if you can meet this person again in the next instance. See if he is targeting you or is just helping you. If there is anything unusual, contact the adjutant."
After saying that, he raised his hand casually and readily approved a few days of leave for the team, telling them not to sleep in his office but to go back to their rooms to sleep.
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Song Ling is a reader of "Doomsday".
Unlike ordinary readers, he is a well-known figure in the forum.
Because he loves to research the world view and text of comics, he has to read a simple line of dialogue three times for fear of missing out on any evidence analysis, and he has to use a magnifying glass to look at every scene so as not to miss any foreshadowing. He has opened countless hot analysis and prediction posts in the forum and is respected as the "big guy" by others.
In addition, he also has a title of "fictional historian" because his thinking is unconventional and his imagination is too wild. His conjectures are contrary to the real plot and are completely unrelated, which makes readers who are fooled by his well-reasoned analysis extremely indignant, so they call Song Ling by this name.
Ever since he found the comic book "Doomsday", he has been delighted by the complete and vast worldview contained in it. He keeps analyzing the information revealed in the characters' dialogues, the current situation of the end of the world, the origin of the superpowers, and the origin of everything...
He kept collecting relevant evidence and arguing for his argument, trying to uncover the undercurrent hidden beneath the calm, even to the point of neglecting sleep and food.
The thick notebook is filled with notes, and he has now posted many posts in the forum: analysis of the protagonists' abilities, the current situation of mankind, predictions of copy content, etc.
Readers who knew his name read his analysis with caution and skepticism, and finally unconsciously said the four words "that makes sense", then covered their mouths in horror and closed the post.
But Song Ling didn't care, he only cared about textual research. So when the comic update alert sounded, I immediately turned on my phone.
This time the title page is as exquisite as ever, containing information of varying sizes, and must be carefully observed.
He put on his glasses and looked closely.
This time the color page is about the new character who appeared in the previous chapter. There are four pages in Song Ling’s notebook full of speculations about him.
The young man tilted his head slightly with a familiar smile on his face. He held a small staff figure between his fingertips and looked down condescendingly and casually at the scaled-down stage floating in the air.
On the stage are the main characters, whose poses and scenery are the same as the previous title page. After they all turned into little people, they became more cute in a different way. Silver threads were hanging in the air, barely visible, but they tightly bound the limbs of the people on the stage, forcing them to dance according to the wishes of the person holding the threads.
A very standard behind-the-scenes manipulator. Song Ling wrote furiously but did not jump to conclusions. He knew the author's nature very well and always liked to mislead readers in the wrong direction without making a sound. Unlike him, who guided people openly.
How can you blame him for making a wrong guess! Isn't a forum a place for speaking? Song Ling felt that he had only stated his own inference reasonably and attached evidence. If others believed it, it only meant that his analysis was very reasonable! It just happens to be the opposite of the author's... People's thoughts cannot resonate with each other, so it is normal to make mistakes!
Put down the pen and continue scrolling down. It is the plot after the magician has sorted out his emotions and looks up, only to find that the person opposite him has disappeared out of thin air.
"Space-related abilities?"
Song Ling began to brainstorm. There are many types of space-related abilities, some for storing things and some for transferring items. The rarest of them is the teleportation type.
In order to cultivate potential superpower teams and prevent them from dying in the dungeon. The government will assign a rescue team for them, which will include powerful people with space teleportation abilities who will locate the team and rescue the people at the critical moment.
It is called card bug in short.
The instance that suddenly loses the player will reset and angrily lock onto the party, accelerating the speed of the black fog during the time they were away until the party returns to the instance to play the game.
This is a good bug that is useful for cleanup and has not been fixed by the founder yet.
It's a pity that there are too few powerful teleportation psychics, otherwise the survival rate of the copy could be greatly improved.
However, closed copies cannot be entered, which is the conclusion reached by humans after countless attempts.
"It could be a rarer and more special space system that allows one to enter and exit dungeons, or it could be an illusion system that obscures the magician's perception. Hiss, why didn't the system notice it? Could it be that it can also block its own sense of existence? Oh no, the more I look at it, the more it looks like an NPC awakening."
I haven't even finished a third of the comic and there are already a few blank pages missing from my notebook.
Song Ling scribbled, wrote, revised and drew, muttering a series of long words, his mind was in a tangled mess due to his thinking. It has to be said that there is a reason why the new character has won such a big explosion in the forum with just a brief appearance, and now there is still a fight between the good and the evil.
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Since it may be impossible to finish reading the comic in three chapters over there, let’s move the camera to Ye Han’s side.
Coincidentally, as a loyal reader of "Doomsday", she picked up her mobile phone early to watch her own spiritual food.
Although she still loves the main characters, her heart has already shifted towards the new characters, so she took a screenshot of the beautiful cover page without hesitation. And he didn't have any special thoughts about the young man's sudden disappearance. He just exclaimed "How amazing" and continued reading, without intending to give his brain any room to think.
They are really two extremes in comparison.
In the comics, the magician tells everything he knows truthfully.
The buried darkness came to light again, and people felt extremely angry just by catching a glimpse of it. The barrage of comments was full of curses and criticisms of the team leader's actions. A large number of words with asterisks floated by, and everyone was spitting at him as if to drown him.
The protagonists returned the porcelain piece to its original owner and left to find a way to enter the freak show.
The room fell silent again.
The magician holding the porcelain piece was stunned for a while, found glue from the corner, and planned to piece the broken but relatively intact porcelain back together.
People with clumsy hands can't learn magic. It didn't take long for the porcelain pieces to be glued together. Although it looked rough, it was recognizable as a ballet girl, and it looked quite artistic at first glance.
There was a familiar knocking sound from the direction of the desk. The magician turned around holding the porcelain, and sure enough, the man was back in the same position.
【Um? Good job, you put it back together. 】The young man blinked, stretched out his hands and clapped a few times, [I'm here to fulfill my promise, follow me. 】
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