Chapter 52 Revealed
Over the next three days, they experienced a series of terrifying events, including being attacked by meat slimes again at night, bone cockroaches crawling all over the house, and fire rats running around.
Feng Zhibei couldn't sleep this time either. After all, few people could fall asleep peacefully after opening their eyes in the middle of the night and seeing a huge bone cockroach.
Min Zhichun couldn't stand being treated like a laborer any longer, so before leaving the villa, he said, "If you don't clean up this shabby house of yours, sooner or later your wife will run away with someone else!"
Yan Chuxue held her forehead and waved her hands, indicating that she should leave quickly.
Although it was daytime, Yan Chuxue still sent Min Zhichun to the door just in case.
Min Zhichun's pink electric scooter was parked at the door. After three or four days of wind and rain, it was stained with a lot of blood and unidentified objects.
"...What were you thinking at the time, buying a house on Garden Street?"
Min Zhichun wiped the electric bike with a handkerchief while looking at it with disgust.
In the fog, the villas around Garden Street appeared faintly like a mirage, and the street was silent.
Yan Chuxue replied: "I didn't buy this house."
Min Zhichun's hand suddenly stopped.
She turned her head and examined Yan Chuxue. "You two have even bought the wedding house? No, you didn't buy it... Are you a gigolo?"
Yan Chuxue's face darkened. "Am I that kind of person?"
"It's hard to say."
Min Zhichun threw the dirty handkerchief to Yan Chuxue, and with a nimble jump of her petite body, she sat accurately on the seat.
"...Be careful later. We only have one last step left, and we'll be able to go back soon."
She restrained her smile, and her young face was full of seriousness.
"If you need any help, just ask."
The girl fiddled with it a few times and twisted the handlebars twice, and the pink electric bike made a sharp buzzing sound.
Yan Chuxue suddenly felt a little annoyed. He rummaged in his pockets for a while and then remembered that he had not smoked for a long time and even gave his lighter to Feng Zhibei.
He fixed his eyes on the girl before him and whispered, "...I hope we all survive to see that day."
"Well, I hope so."
Min Zhichun's figure quickly disappeared in the fog.
Yan Chuxue stood alone at the door for a while before entering the villa again.
In the villa, Feng Zhibei was preparing lunch in the kitchen.
He used to be able to cook, but he could only make simple things that could barely fill his stomach.
He Xinmei crawled into the wormhole from the picture frame hanging on the wall, taking He Yutong with him, who had a cut on his face.
Last night, a fire rat gnawed a piece of his face, revealing the pink cotton underneath.
There was no other way, He Xinmei could only take him back to fix his face.
“Welcome home!”
The rag doll hanging at the door screamed loudly when it saw Yan Chuxue coming back.
Yan Chuxue was worried about the villa's defense mechanism and glanced at it: "I didn't see you scream when the mouse came in last night."
The puppet closed its mouth and had tears in its eyes.
—The mouse didn't come in through the door! It clearly came from the mirror and the picture frame!
He walked into the kitchen and saw Feng Zhibei concentrating on slicing a tomato.
Yan Chuxue didn't say anything to disturb him, but stood beside him, not knowing what she was thinking about.
Feng Zhibei placed the sliced tomato into a transparent bowl and said without turning around, "Sent it away?"
"Well, she still has to go back and take care of the guild."
During the past few days of getting along, Feng Zhibei learned that Free Fantasy was once He Xinmei's guild.
Before she became an NPC in the game, she had always been the president, only accepting girls into the guild. She was ranked first in the standings before Yan Chuxue's guild was established.
Min Zhichun entered the Happy University dungeon in order to find an opportunity to escape from her NPC identity, but unexpectedly Feng Zhibei succeeded.
Feng Zhibei took a slice of tomato and put it to Yan Chuxue's mouth very naturally.
"There are only two of us here now."
Yan Chuxue was stunned and subconsciously picked up the tomato slice.
A sour taste spread in the mouth.
"So...is there anything you want to say to me alone?"
Feng Zhibei looked up at him.
"I think it's better for us to be honest with each other. After all, I'm the only one who can see everything clearly. Now that my attributes are restricted, it wouldn't be a good thing if I really died here."
“…”
Yan Chuxue slowly chewed the tomato slice and her throat rolled.
Feng Zhibei discovered more than he had imagined.
Feng Zhibei picked up another tomato slice, put it in his mouth, and said incoherently: "It's not easy for you guys to handle it now, I'll be much more useful..."
He looked at the beautiful red-haired young man in front of him, his eyes flickering.
"...Do you really want to know?"
"It's better to be clear than unclear."
Seeing that he had given in, Feng Zhibei didn't ask any further questions. She turned around, took two eggs from the refrigerator, and continued what she was doing.
Although they never left the house, they would stock the refrigerator with fresh vegetables, meat and eggs every day.
However, since we can satisfy our appetite in this kind of game world, we won’t worry too much about their origins.
After they finished lunch, they each sat on a separate sofa.
"My attributes can do more than just what's in the game, right?"
Feng Zhibei spoke first.
Yan Chuxue's hand touched her ear again, resisting the urge to take off the earring.
"Your attributes have been weakened." He folded his hands together. "At that time, you asked me to lower your abilities a bit so that the experimental conclusions would not be too biased."
Feng Zhibei leaned forward: "...So I did it myself?"
"Well... you could say that."
Yan Chuxue rubbed her hands back and forth. "The initial conception of the game wasn't like this. We... can't use human common sense to view the world."
"...But everyone here follows human common sense and thinking, including you and me."
Feng Zhibei looked at him, and the latter paused for two seconds before quickly looking away.
"Among us, B-367 and I were born first."
Yan Chuxue said softly.
This was the first time he had mentioned B-367 in so many days.
"He and I were born in the same laboratory, followed by He Xinmei and Min Zhichun, and finally you and He Yutong."
"After that, we started working in the same lab. B-367 and I were programmers, Min Zhichun and He Xinmei were debuggers, and you and He Yu were...experimenters."
Feng Zhibei narrowed his eyes.
From experimental subjects to experimenters, what kind of experiment is this?
Yan Chuxue continued, "Ji Ling is the fourth generation. When he was born, it was already in the late stages of the experiment. All projects were basically stagnant and unable to move forward, so B-367 decided to use him to start a new experiment."
“…He made this thing?”
Feng Zhibei's pupils dizzied. He didn't expect that B-367 had such an identity.
"No, more than that," Yan Chuxue added, "You and B-367 are the main responsible persons. We just make some decisions together and provide technical support in certain aspects."
"If you have any memories before the age of fourteen, you probably remember the game I was writing. It was in preparation for the C-000 release experiment."
Yan Chuxue lay back on the sofa and took a deep breath.
"...Agreeing to conduct the C-000 experiment was probably the worst decision we made since arriving in this world."
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In the backstage of a certain copy, three strange-looking non-human creatures were trembling in fear, not daring to look up at the people in front of them.
Ji Ling adjusted his glasses. Today, he had his hair tied up high behind his back, wore a Bluetooth headset on his ear, and wore a suit, giving off an elitist aura.
He examined the three creatures before him and spoke slowly, "Next instance, are you done?"
"Done, done, done!"
One of the bald ones answered in a panic.
They were temporarily captured to repair the copy. Before, Ji Ling didn't care about the completeness of the story.
In fact, he couldn't even make a complete game.
The remaining debuggers now do not have the authority to directly write games and can only add some patches to previous games.
After all, this game is only a semi-finished product, and many plots and settings are incomplete.
"It's all over now... If it happens again, you'll end up like those two. Do you understand?"
Ji Ling had no expression on her face.
At the deepest part of the entire backstage, there is a transparent coffin, which is empty inside.
"...Where's the dungeon nutrients? Not ready yet?"
He pointed to the coffin.
An eight-legged creature raised its hand tremblingly. "That... that person... we don't have enough body parts left. We can only borrow some from other copies..."
Ji Ling pushed his glasses, but without restraint, the leg of his glasses snapped and broke.
His expression didn't change, but the icy aura around him was almost solidified.
"Don't be angry! We'll be quick! Very quick!!"
With a wail, two of the eight legs suddenly broke and fell to the ground twitching.
Ji Ling turned around, said nothing, and walked out to the backstage without looking back.
In the dark and deep tunnel, pictures appeared on the walls.
He stopped and looked up at the ever-changing mural.
In the picture, a small wooden house appears at the end of the road in a dense forest.
Several strange-looking dwarves jumped out of the house, and suddenly several crows emerged from the forest and flew towards the horizon.
Ji Ling stood with his hands behind his back, observing for a while before muttering softly, "...I hate crows."
He started walking again, adjusting his earphones with his hands as he walked, and spoke.
"... After further pruning, it's still the same three types as before."
"Don't ask me. I'll cut as much as I can, even if it means I can't survive."
As he was speaking, he suddenly paused.
"…What happened to 367?"
For the first time, an expression of obvious displeasure appeared on Ji Ling's face.
"Tell him to cultivate himself and not get involved in these things. It's so annoying."
He shook his head, trying to forget the unpleasant things.
The next copy is very important and he must face it in the best condition.
"He's such a nuisance... If nothing had happened in the last instance, I would have been able to reclaim him long ago."
Ji Ling calculated silently.
In the previous copy, he lost a nutrient, a newly patched copy, and two debuggers.
His expressionless face returned to normal.
"In the next instance, I will settle accounts with you."
The author has something to say:
Thank you everyone (bow)
Actually, I don't know how to cook at all. I searched for how many eggs should be in scrambled eggs with tomatoes for two people (this is what people without common sense do).
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