Chapter 3
There was more information on the panel, but Cen Xun was afraid of exposing his abnormality, so he didn't continue to check and endured it until the get out of class was over.
According to the schedule, after class, he would go to his office and sit for a while to organize the content of the speech for the afternoon meeting. Coincidentally, Cen Xun planned to take advantage of this time alone to study the so-called "nightmare system".
Perhaps the power of the pen piercing the eyeballs was too strong. This time, no one dared to block Cen Xun's way. Cen Xun ignored all kinds of gazes and walked away steadily.
Along the way, all kinds of voices continued to drill into his ears.
Excluding some exaggerated and meaningless compliments, Cen Xun gained additional information from certain voices.
"Finally logged into the game! The servers were suddenly down for two days. Could it be that something was wrong with that previous incident?"
"I've searched Muzhilou several times and found nothing. Where can I find any clues? Urgent!"
"I think Teacher Cen looks like a big boss, why doesn't anyone believe me?! She's so beautifully modeled, there's no way she's just cannon fodder! What game would give cannon fodder such a beautiful face?"
Cen Xun walked into the office, put his briefcase on the table, sat in a chair and pondered the news he had just heard, and temporarily sorted out a few key points.
His world was just a game in the eyes of those people, and his death in the first two rounds caused a bug in the game, which took two whole days to repair.
These people came to the school to look for "clues". Their purpose is unknown, but it can be inferred that H University is likely the location of a certain copy, and that there is an unknown copy BOSS in H University.
Cen Xun's eyes showed deep thought. He temporarily suppressed his chaotic thoughts, turned on the computer and pretended to check the documents, but in fact he secretly woke up the system panel.
After reading the system message, the screen automatically returns to the main interface.
This game is obviously not a serious game. The text presentation effect is very bloody. Sticky blood seeps out from the background as black as the abyss, flowing into lines of bloody text. The dark tones have a horror effect and reveal an unspeakable ominous feeling.
Cen Xun accepted it well and even felt that the distorted font was somewhat familiar. After admiring it quietly for a few seconds, he began to read the information given by the panel.
[Monster Name: Cen Xun]
[Faction: Nightmare Faction]
[Monster Level: None (During the internal testing phase, all members of the Nightmare Camp have not awakened yet, so level assessment is not yet enabled)]
[Unlocked special identity: Folklorist (Purple Level)]
[Temporary skills acquired: Mind Reading (Purple Level)
Note 1: This feature is only valid during the internal testing phase. After the game is officially launched, the usage conditions will be adjusted to 100 points/point.
Note 2: Currently this skill is ineffective against purple-level monsters or F-level or higher players.
"Cen Xun narrowed his eyes slightly and turned his gaze to the blue veins on the back of his hand. He was very sure that he was still a flesh-and-blood person, but why did the game automatically classify him as a "weird"?
Cen Xun clasped his fingers together and placed them against his lips, his hair covering his forehead and hiding the darkening color of his eyes.
A guess popped up in his mind: Perhaps, all beings in this world that are different from "players" will be automatically classified as members of the nightmare camp.
Thinking of this, Cen Xun chuckled slightly. During the internal testing phase, all members of the Nightmare Camp had not awakened, while the players had already grasped certain clues and could take out props at will. From this point of view, the advantage of the Player Camp was much higher than that of the Nightmare Camp.
This is obviously unfair.
Cen Xun also achieved the first kill achievement by chance, which allowed him to open the system panel and gain insight into the truth of this world. Not to mention the other members of the camp, who were already trapped in a loop, and the players had their own cheat codes, so it was a blessing not to be killed by the players. It was a fantasy for them to want to kill the players.
Then Cen Xun suddenly thought of a question. Since the Nightmare faction had a first-kill reward, what about the Player faction? Did they also have corresponding first-kill rewards?
This question could not be answered for the time being, so Cen Xun did not think about it in detail, but continued to examine his special identity as a "folklorist".
The level of this special identity is "Purple Clothes Level". As a novice monster, he knows that "Purple Clothes Level" is not the highest level.
Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple. According to stereotype, the highest-level monster should be the red-clothed ghost.
[Special Identity: Folklorist (Purple Level)]
[Special Skill for This Identity: Nightmare Puppet Show (Purple Level)]
[Special Effect Introduction: With flesh and blood souls as puppets, the world as the stage, the curtain rises. Who will take the stage this time?]
Seeing this introduction, Cen Xun raised his eyebrows slightly.
Puppet show?
This introduction is actually very general. As far as Cen Xun knows, puppetry actually includes puppetry and shadow play, and puppetry has three forms.
For stick puppets, three joysticks are installed on the puppet's head and hands respectively, and the actor holds the puppet to perform; for string puppets, also known as suspended silk puppets, the actor pulls the silk strings to control the puppet's movements; for glove puppets, also known as glove hand puppets, the actor inserts his fingers into the puppet's body parts and relies on the flexible movements of various parts of his palms to perform.
So the question is, what kind of puppetry is the stunt given by the system? If he wants to use the stunt, how should he do it?
As if sensing his thoughts, the nightmare system quickly gave a response.
[During the beta test phase, the details page is not yet expanded. Please explore the skill usage rules on your own.]
Cen Xun's face turned dark, and he explored the area on his own!
He knows nothing about anything. What use does he have for this system?
The situation looped endlessly, the panel was hidden, and there were few prompts. The Nightmare faction was indeed at a disadvantage during the beta test. Cen Xun sat there speechless for a moment, trying to reason logically.
Since there is no limit to the type of puppetry, does it mean that he can perform both puppetry and shadow play?
Thinking of this, Cen Xun closed his eyes and began to concentrate on imagining the equipment needed to perform puppetry.
Stick puppets and shadow puppets require joysticks, string puppets require strings, and glove puppets only need hands, which can be ignored for now.
Therefore, the only props Cen Xun needs are actually the "joystick" and the "string".
Just when Cen Xun came to this conclusion, he felt something extra in his left and right hands. He opened his eyes and saw a colorful black and white silk thread in his left hand, and a black wooden stick as thick as his little finger in his right hand.
The length of the line is only half a meter, and the colorful black and white color looks very strange. The black wooden stick is an ordinary thin stick, only about twenty centimeters long.
Cen Xun thought: That's it?
A string and a stick can control one body part at most, no more than that.
"Forget it, it's better than having nothing." Cen Xun murmured and shook his head, wrapped the colorful black and white line around his index finger, and with a thought, the puppet line disappeared between his fingers, and the joystick was retracted into the system.
It would be better if this stunt could be upgraded, otherwise it would be a bit useless.
After briefly understanding his own skills and having a rough guess about the situation in this world, Cen Xun began to think about the next question, which was what exactly were the "clues" that the players were talking about.
If he could find the so-called clue in advance, would he be able to gain a greater advantage in the game between the two camps?
Cen Xun had no channels to obtain information from the player camp, so if he wanted to get the answer, he could only rely on "mind reading".
In this case, it is necessary to contact players. Cen Xun recalled his next schedule. Usually, he would organize his speech content before 11:05, reply to messages in various groups, and then go to a private restaurant off-campus for lunch.
At 1:30 p.m., the principal organized a meeting of teachers from each college. The meeting lasted for an hour and a half. After the meeting, he would provide guidance to several students in the research group. At 4:30 p.m., Feng Jihan would come to pick him up.
There doesn't seem to be a suitable time to reach out to players.
Time passed in a flash while he was thinking. At 11:05, Cen Xun packed up his things as usual and prepared to go to the private restaurant for dinner.
The campus was much more lively at 11 o'clock. Groups of college students were walking under the boulevard, laughing and talking, which was very lively.
Cen Xun was very famous in H University. When the college students coming and going saw him, they would greet him with either shyness or awe. Cen Xun nodded in response one by one, with not much expression on his overly cheerful face.
No one knew that the seemingly indifferent Cen Xun was openly eavesdropping on the players' thoughts.
"He's coming! He's coming! Success or failure depends on this!"
"I'm so nervous. Will the professor notice if I don't perform well?"
"What bad luck! I'm the one who got picked as the villain! What if the professor kills me again? I'll be dead! No, no, I have to run!"
All kinds of thoughts came to his mind, and Cen Xun raised his eyebrows slightly. He had a premonition that this group of players was up to something new again.
I'm afraid there will be another exciting show soon.
Cen Xun's prediction was correct. When he walked out of the school gate and turned into an alley according to the original route, a slightly obscene laugh suddenly came from a dead end not far away.
"Hey, hey, little beauty, where are you going? How about playing with us guys?"
A panicked female voice followed, deliberately raising her voice: "What are you doing! Let go of my boyfriend! Help!"
Cen Xun stopped, raised his peach blossom eyes, and looked around.
It’s great, I’m the only one around me.
Coming towards him.
Cen Xun was worrying about how to get close to the players properly. Wasn’t it just like someone handed him a pillow when he was sleepy?
With the corners of his lips slightly curved, Cen Xun pretended to be attracted, turned around and walked towards the dead end.
"What are you doing?"
A cold and serious male voice sounded, and everyone in the dead end turned their heads at the same time to look at the man who suddenly appeared.
At the junction of light and darkness, half of Cen Xun's face was illuminated by the sunlight, but his body was hidden in the shadows. This made his holy face mixed with a bit of strangeness, like a human but not a human, and almost scared them at first glance.
It was not until Cen Xun completely stepped from the light into the shadows, put his finger on the phone and said "If you don't get out of here, I'll call the police" that the few people came back to their senses from their shocked state.
The three players who played the gangsters were still hesitating whether to continue acting. When they met Cen Xun's cold gaze, they felt as if they were seen through. Goosebumps instantly crawled up their backs. They dared not stay any longer. They cursed at each other but actually ran away in a cowardly manner.
Pretty sensible.
As long as the process is in place, Cen Xun is not in the mood to continue acting with them.
Cen Xun put his phone back in his pocket and turned to the "young couple" being bullied by the gangsters, and said in a slower tone: "Are you okay?"
The girl's hair was messy and she looked pitiful. She thanked Cen Xun with gratitude: "Thank you, Teacher Cen. If it weren't for you, we don't know what would have happened to us."
The boy looked even worse off. The corner of his mouth was broken and blood was oozing out. He looked horrible.
Cen Xun glanced at the two miserable people and said, "If you encounter something like this again, call the police immediately."
Unexpectedly, this sentence left the two people opposite speechless at the same time.
Cen Xun heard the girl's inner voice muttering, "It's as if the one who hit hard during the persecution wasn't you, Professor."
The boy even muttered loudly in his mind: "Hahahaha, just a joke. The famous outlaw in the nightmare world teaches us to obey the law."
Cen Xun: “”
Cen Xun smiled slightly and asked the boy kindly, "Do you want to treat your injury?"
The boy waved his hands hurriedly and said awkwardly, "No, no, it's actually nothing serious, by the way!"
"Teacher Cen has helped us so much, let's treat Teacher Cen to a meal!"
The boy's technique for changing the subject was clearly very awkward. Cen Xun pretended not to notice, playing along with his performance and declining with a faint smile, "How can a teacher let a student treat me?"
The girls agreed repeatedly: "Yes, yes! And we also have some questions about folklore that we would like to consult the teacher."
Hearing this, Cen Xun pretended to hesitate: "Is there something you don't understand in your studies? Fine, but you don't have to treat me. The private restaurant in front is owned by my husband. Let's go there to eat."
After these words were spoken, Cen Xun received two more voices.
"Is the professor's husband that rich? I'm so jealous. He even bought a restaurant specifically to feed his wife. Wow, I'm so impressed!"
"Great! Step one, we've successfully caught the professor's attention. Our plan works! Step two, we'll get some clues about the 'key'. Go, go, go!"
key?
Cen Xun's eyes dimmed slightly, and he walked into the door of the private restaurant with two seemingly well-behaved players.
At this time, a red post appeared on the front page of the "Nightmare World" forum.
#hot! Regarding the relevant penalties imposed on the player Gu's violations in the game Administrator 01#
Players browsing the forum were stunned and clicked on the post, then saw the red card penalty given by administrator 01:
[Due to player Gu's illegal operation, which caused more than 10% of the dungeon NPCs to witness a bloody scene, causing Lost Campus.exe to crash, player Gu is now banned!]
Upon seeing this, the players started a heated discussion under the post like a hornet's nest had exploded.
1l: [Great! Gu's account has been blocked, and the light of righteousness shines upon the earth!]
2l: [Serves him right, that's what he did, damn it, it's this bastard, he made me unable to play with the pretty girls in the game for two days!]
3l: [Big brother upstairs 666, a horror game was completed by you for free (dog head)]
4l: [I'm sick of this! Can you please get out of this game, stinky guy?! Games aren't lawless places. As human beings, we should have some basic moral bottom line. Please know this!]
5l: [Haha, it's just a game. Some people shouldn't make a big deal out of it. It's just a bunch of data. Don't even think about playing around. It doesn't matter if you get killed.]
6l: [Let's form a group and go to Yuanhu Lake to look for clues tonight. We're still short of 2 people. If you're interested, please chat privately! ]
"Bang"
The fine porcelain was slammed to the ground. Gu Xing's face twisted as he roared at his mother, who was trying to comfort him: "I don't care! If you create another account for me, I will kill that bitch with my own hands!"
Mother Gu looked helpless: "It's just a game, just don't play it"
"What do you know!" Gu Xingquan's expression was distorted by anger. "He actually dared to kill me. How dare he? Shameless bastard. No one here has ever made me suffer like this! I just want an NPC to die. Is that so difficult?"
"Mom! You also saw the video of me being dragged downstairs by him. It really hurt me at that time!" Gu Xingquan grabbed his mother's hand and said hatefully, "Are you my real mother? Can you bear to see me being bullied like this?"
Mother Gu frowned and remembered the bloody scene. When she saw the video, she was almost frightened to death.
Mrs. Gu always doted on her children and said immediately, "Okay, okay, little ancestor, everything is up to you. Mom will go and get it for you now."
Before Mrs. Gu could say anything, she heard the servant's greeting at the door. Knowing that it was her father Gu who had returned, her face lit up with joy and she turned around immediately.
What he saw was Father Gu with an extremely ugly expression.
Father Gu's face was ashen, and he walked into the door with a tight lip. Another tall and straight figure followed closely behind him, with a corner of his black windbreaker raised.
The man put one hand in his pocket, raised his sharp eyes and looked straight at Gu Xingquan.
For some reason, the moment he met this gaze, Gu Xingquan's scalp suddenly went numb, and he inexplicably felt a sense of fear as if he was being watched by some terrifying existence.
The man's gaze moved downward, focusing intently on one of his hands.
"Did you hurt him with that hand?"
Gu Xingquan heard the man ask him this.
"puff"
There was a slight cool feeling on my wrist, a slight tingling sensation.
Gu Xingquan subconsciously raised his hand and saw that the cut surface was only divided into smooth, wriggling flesh.
The warm blood gushing out of his blood vessels splattered onto his face. It took Gu Xingquan five seconds to realize what had happened. Covered in blood, he screamed in extreme fear.
“Ah ...
In the chaos, no one noticed that figure disappeared silently at the door.
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