Chapter 59 No One Survives
"Stop talking nonsense!" It was the first time that the Holy Father was insulted like that.
Not only did the person run away, but he also took away his two props.
I'm afraid everyone in his live broadcast room is laughing at him.
This was the second time that the Holy Father, who had always been successful, suffered such an insult.
The first time was with that damn Jin Qing. At that time, he was still the future judge admired by everyone, until that assessment game, when he was designed by Jin Qing to become a rat despised by everyone.
But he did nothing wrong.
In this game, it is an era where the strong are king.
The Holy Father recalled those unpleasant things and his expression became even uglier.
"My space was frozen due to illegal operations, haha."
Yi Li laughed vaguely, trying to delay some time.
"Do you think I will believe it?" The Holy Father is no longer so easily fooled. Yi Li felt a sharp pain in his waist. He really did prick him.
"Put down your weapon."
The Holy Father scolded Yili.
Snap!
The sniper cannon that was so majestic just now was now thrown to the ground by her.
"Hands up."
Yili obeyed and raised his hand.
"Very good, what a good child." The Holy Father began to search her body and found a dusty brush. "What is this?"
"Brush." Yi Li looked at his new treasure being held in the hands of the Holy Father, and almost couldn't help wanting to stab the Holy Father twice, but he still held back.
What sins did she commit in her previous life that made the Holy Father keep chasing her?
"Ma Liang's magic pen, it seems to be your new prop." The Holy Father was about to put her prop into his own space, and the next moment he was attacked by someone.
"Let Yili go!" It was Shi Jin from the Linghu Hall Association. He threw a smelly leather shoe at the Holy Father's head.
When the Holy Father was distracted, Yili snatched the Holy Father's dagger, and skillfully avoided all bone tissues that blocked the dagger, as if she had helped someone dissect beef before. She used the strongest explosive force to make the Holy Father lose his right hand holding her paintbrush.
The intense pain made the Holy Father's face turn pale in an instant.
Yili didn't care about the props that fell on the ground. Instead, he took advantage of the victory and gave the Holy Father several big gift packs of Xiaoxiaole.
At this moment, Yi Li looked like a devil in sheep's clothing in Shi Jin's eyes.
The Holy Father fell to the ground, without both arms, looking like a shark.
Shi Jin looked at the Holy Father lying on the ground, quickly picked up the two props next to him, picked up the sniper cannon and gave the Holy Father a funeral gift package.
Fire and explosions exploded between Yi Li and Shi Jin.
Shi Jin looked at Yi Li with a dull expression.
What on earth is she?
So scary.
That's the Holy Father.
Just gone like that.
"You..." Shi Jin looked at Yi Li and was about to say something when the scene changed.
"Congratulations to all players for completing this game. Due to the mid-game closure, the system has rated it as an A-level reality-oriented dungeon, not enough to qualify as an S-level reality-oriented assessment dungeon. The S-level upgrade assessment game will be released next month. To compensate all participating players, Gradient Games has specially prepared a generous gift package for you. You can claim it on the dashboard after exiting the game."
"What? Closed midway? Not counting the S-rank reality-oriented assessment dungeon? Can the level get any more disgusting?"
"I think the gradient is normal. It was closed midway anyway, and it's only the fifth day. It would be a huge advantage if they were allowed through. They were supposed to survive for ten days anyway."
"Then you have the ability to bring those dead players back to life. You can't afford to cheat now, right?"
"Forget it, forget it. What's the point of complaining here? It's a done deal. The Spirit Fox Association has suffered the most serious losses. The leader and core elites are gone, leaving only the second-in-command, Shi Jin, struggling to keep it going. Tsk, tsk, tsk, another organization is about to be wiped out."
…
The metallic-colored building stands tall on the lonely mountain.
The ticking of data was accompanied by the tapping sound of leather shoes on the floor.
The clacking sound of typing was mixed with the murmur of talking and chatting.
"The game pollution level in the Five Grain Sea has been stabilized and is now within safe limits. This time, the S-level reality-oriented dungeons have been gradually recovered and suppressed by the A-level reality-oriented dungeons. According to the information our people brought back from inside, someone took away the game's core and some important data, making the game unable to support the subsequent high-level difficulty levels.
We are also evacuating fishermen in the Wugu Sea area to safer locations, preparing for the worst. The "No Survivors" dungeon includes designs for various game monsters.
We also discovered species-derived monsters called Zeros, who replace others, absorb memories, and reproduce wildly like invisible parasites.
Current technology cannot detect whether they have been implanted in humans. We estimate the average danger level of such items to be S-level..."
In the huge conference room, the screen was showing the game scene where no one survived.
Cruel, bloody, crazy.
Countless deformed monsters ruthlessly slaughtered the players of this game.
If it weren't for the game balance, those players would have been eaten by monsters on the first day.
The man sitting in the first seat was wearing a neat white suit with a gold-emblazoned identity badge of the judge pinned to his chest. His slender hands, like a pair of works of art, were slowly and methodically operating the CD in front of him while listening to the meeting report.
He exuded a noble aura, carrying an unwarranted sense of oppression. A cold voice uttered, "I've made a deal with the Puppet Master. He's responsible for destroying the maturity of the No Survivor game. I need to know how long it will take for No Survivor to start again."
"According to numerical monitoring, the game has only been delayed for... twelve days. To prevent this game from landing, you must re-enter it and complete the S-level ending. Although the difficulty has been reduced due to the loss of data and cores, the dangers are still no less than those of an S-level dungeon."
The other meeting participants began to whisper.
"...What should we do? The core members of the Inquisition have all been dispatched to clean up the remaining cities where the game has landed."
"The Five Grain Sea where no one survived landed is already deserted. It's best to just leave it alone and seal it off."
"This gradient game, every three days a small one drops, every five days a big one drops, just like a hen laying eggs. No matter how powerful the Inquisition is, it can't withstand it."
Jin Qing sat there, quietly listening to the discussions below.
When they finished their complaints and finally quieted down.
Jin Qing picked up the pen beside him and knocked on the table: "Since everyone has finished discussing, please be quiet and listen to me."
"I decided to go to the No One Survivors game myself and complete the dungeon."
As soon as these words were spoken, the whole audience exploded.
(End of this chapter)
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