Chapter 27 Log Out of the Game
The effect of using the attribute was better than Feng Zhibei had imagined. Both the barrage and the players were in an uproar, and they were discussing fiercely the relationship between the unattainable richest man and the newly appointed young commentator.
For a moment, the square was noisy and no one paid attention to the screen above their heads.
Feng Zhibei slowly breathed a sigh of relief.
On the surface, this dungeon doesn't really have much core. After all, it's a novice village. You can even say it's just a game introduction. There are dangers, but not many. It's just the right place to brush off a batch of novice players and let the advanced players get familiar with the game.
The subplot was different. Most of the games he'd worked on had subplots that were a bit more in-depth, but the subplot in this instance was a bit hard to pin down. If anything, it had some similarities to "The Truman Show."
In his peaceful life, B-367 discovered that he was just a cloned replica and was being observed as an experimental subject. When he realized all this, he wanted to break free from the constraints of the game system at all costs.
When you think about it this way, it's indeed quite profound. If you put together the idea of longing for freedom and pursuing true happiness and apply it to real life to explain such a story, it's bound to be a hit.
But Feng Zhibei couldn't explain it that way. Putting aside the tension between B-367 and the game, he noticed during the replay that B-367 wasn't even in the entire live broadcast, as if he'd vanished into thin air. Even the ending had only the happy ending cut in.
Simply put, it's like a movie that had parts forcibly cut out in order to pass the review, and the plot is fragmented.
“It was a huge obstacle to my first professional experience.”
Feng Zhibei thought.
But it doesn’t matter. If I can’t be a serious commentator, I can just walk the line.
The effect is pretty good now, at least for now...
He looked at the chaos in the square, with comments constantly flooding the screen.
【???】
[What the hell is he talking about??]
[Can this attribute be used like this? ]
[Fuck, there are gays——]
Feng Zhibei nodded in satisfaction. If this was still considered ineffective, he would be helpless.
The five-minute commentary time has expired, and the system is calculating his comprehensive commentary indicators.
In the square, Yan Chuxue was still confused.
Although the target of the attribute imposed by the other party was not him, but himself in the video, he was inevitably affected to a certain extent.
For example, he is now thinking about why he has a crush on Feng Zhibei... No, he obviously doesn't have such thoughts!
A prompt sound suddenly came from the large screen in the center.
"Ding! The Happy University dungeon explanation has ended! Wilderness players, please continue exploring the wilderness!"
Then the screen suddenly went out, leaving the player standing in the square.
Everyone just had a big question mark in their mind.
"Is that all? What kind of explanation is this?"
Someone frowned and complained: "I wasted my precious rest time watching this!"
"That's right! I finally finished the dungeon and came back to rest, but then this stupid game called me back to look at this thing!"
The old players covered their faces and collapsed, their last hope for the new commentator shattered.
"At least... it's a little bit of a gain, right? He's Yan Chuxue's secret crush, so the next plan against Yan Chuxue can start from this aspect."
Some guild members lowered their heads in thought.
...But how did he know that Yan Chuxue had a crush on him?
Feng Zhibei, who had deceived everyone, sat in the small room, waiting for the final outcome of the game.
His throat felt a little uncomfortable, probably from excessive tension, but he didn't dare drink the glass of water on the table.
The game system calculated for a long time before beeping reluctantly.
[Ding! Congratulations on successfully completing the final explanation! ]
Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief.
"Is it done? Then how should I get out..."
Before Feng Zhibei could finish, an electronic voice interrupted him.
"Because you used attributes in violation of regulations during the commentary process, and since no serious consequences were caused, only a primary punishment was imposed."
In an instant, a white light flashed.
Feng Zhibei paused for a few seconds before he felt a sharp, piercing pain in his left wrist, which spread all the way to the back of his hand.
He bent down, pressed the painful area tightly, and gasped for breath. His whole face was distorted in pain.
A thorn pattern slowly emerged, and the edges of the entire pattern began to bleed, dripping onto the ground.
The emotionless electronic voice continued, "Currently the curse is applied to your left arm. Please note that once the pattern appears on all four of your limbs, your health will be immediately reset to zero."
Feng Zhibei tremblingly took out the remaining painkillers from his backpack, swallowed a few pills, and maintained the same posture for a long time before regaining consciousness.
...What did that voice just say, a curse?
He struggled to pull up his clothes, and the thorn marks looked like they were cut directly by a knife, making his entire arm bloody.
"You can now choose to leave the copy."
Feng Zhibei quickly replied: "Disengage."
As soon as he finished speaking, the entire space began to twist and shook for a long time before stopping.
He looked up and saw a sea of people in front of him, surrounding him in the center.
Everyone's eyes were instantly fixed on him, and Feng Zhibei reacted instantly: he was teleported to the center of the square!
Damn, dog company——!
Someone shouted, "He's out!"
Instantly, the crowd was in turmoil. The brave ones rushed towards him, trying to stop him from leaving; the timid ones, seeing his bloody hands, quickly slipped away.
For a moment, there was chaos and confusion, just like a shopping mall during discount sales.
Feng Zhibei dodged here and there, relying on his height advantage to avoid several rounds of attacks. When he was about to leave the crowd, someone grabbed his waist.
"Get in the car, I'll take you away."
——A gray helmet was stuffed into his hand.
Feng Zhibei was thrown into the back seat of the car by Yan Chuxue in a very strange posture. Before he could react, he was hit in the face by the oncoming wind.
He didn't care about being disgusted and quickly put the helmet on his head.
Yan Chuxue rode her bike so aggressively that the exhaust fumes lashed the faces of those approaching. Bewildered, they only realized what had happened when they saw the red hair fluttering on the back seat of the metal motorcycle.
Someone asked weakly, "Is that person Yan Chuxue...?"
No one dared to answer. After all, without the characteristic bird-beak mask, no conclusion could be drawn.
"……Depend on."
In a corner of the crowd, Tang Shui cursed.
Her partner Chen Yingjie disappeared in this copy. He is still alive, but he cannot be found no matter what.
She originally wanted to stop Feng Zhibei and ask him about the situation in detail, but she didn't expect the situation to be so chaotic.
Yan Chuxue left the crowd far behind and quickened her pace towards Garden Street.
The current situation is not suitable to take him back to the Twin Towers, and he also has something to ask him.
Feng Zhibei's heart was pounding.
He didn't expect that Yan Chuxue was watching him in the square, and even helped him at this critical moment.
He secretly glanced at the other person, but unexpectedly was discovered by Yan Chuxue.
"Hold on tight, don't get thrown out."
Feng Zhibei: "Oh."
Feeling a little guilty.
He held it in for a long time before he said weakly, "Thank you, but...when did you come over?"
"The whole time."
Yan Chuxue answered.
Now the influence of attributes on him has been reduced a lot, and fortunately Feng Zhibei did not use attributes on him directly.
After all... in that strange memory, they were teacher and student.
Yan Chuxue stopped the car and helped Feng Zhibei.
In front of me is a strangely shaped villa with bright colors of red and blue. The exterior walls are covered with various plants, which is very unrealistic.
Feng Zhibei looked up and was stunned for a moment.
This was exactly the villa he passed by when he was driven by the woman in the copy, but the one in front of him was obviously much older than the previous one.
He asked Yan Chuxue: "Is this... your property?"
Yan Chuxue took out the key and opened the door: "Yes. Come in."
Without waiting for his reaction, he walked in.
Feng Zhibei observed the surrounding environment outside the villa.
This area is full of villas, shrouded in fog and visibility is very low.
He remembered that the woman's house was not far from here.
Feng Zhibei turned around and tried to walk away, but his arm was grabbed.
Yan Chuxue seemed a little annoyed: "You still want to wander around after all this, really..."
I tried to hold back the word "really" for a long time, but couldn't come up with any follow-up.
Feng Zhibei followed him into the villa.
He walked and thought. This person seemed more human than before in the game. What happened?
...Or were you scared by the story you made up?
Yan Chuxue closed the door of the villa and took him inside.
The layout of his villa was basically the same as that woman's. There was also a garden in front of his villa, but there was nothing planted there, only a layer of dry soil.
Walking further in and opening the door of the villa, a crisp voice rang out: "Welcome home! Yan Chuxue!"
Feng Zhibei looked in the direction where the sound came from. There was a strange rag doll hanging at the entrance. Its limbs were black and its face had several stitches on it.
"Just sit anywhere. I haven't been back in a while, so it's a bit messy."
Yan Chuxue took him to the living room.
Feng Zhibei looked around the interior of the villa. It was not as messy as Yan Chuxue had described. On the contrary, everything here was very logical.
It means "logical" in the literal sense. For example, the cups are arranged from high to low, the furniture is placed horizontally and vertically, and even the fruits on the living room table are neatly arranged into squares.
Yan Chuxue sat on the sofa and asked him to sit down too.
Out of caution, Feng Zhibei sat a little further away from him.
His hand had stopped bleeding at some point, only a dull pain lingered deep within.
Yan Chuxue was still wearing a mask indoors, and her voice came from inside: "To show his sincerity, B-367 drafted an agreement on our cooperation. I will show it to you later... Also, he asked me to apologize to you."
Feng Zhibei gritted his teeth.
B-367's escape obviously made the game system very unhappy, and the problem with the live broadcast replay directly led to his commentary being unable to progress better.
This sentence is equivalent to B-367 admitting that he had anticipated all this, but he did not take any action to remedy the situation.
Yan Chuxue pushed a paper agreement in front of Feng Zhibei.
Just as Feng Zhibei was about to look, he blocked her view with his hand.
"Before that, I have something to tell you."
Yan Chuxue took off her mask and said, "About our past, and our current experiences and relationship."
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Thank you everyone (bow like crazy)
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