Chapter 66
After reading the update, I returned to the forum.
"Slacking off, the Dark Group's King Game"
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Dark color group? Light color group?
Yuan Qian curiously clicked on them one by one and finally figured out what this new way of playing was.
I don't know when it started, but the secondary creation of comics began to categorize characters with more roles into two camps based on their hair color.
The so-called dark color group includes the gray-black-haired Xiaoman, the brown-brown Lielie, the dark red Lazarus, and the newly-debuted Nirvana, who is mainly black with a hint of dark purple. The remaining white-haired Sumei, the blonde Bernaludus, the white-green Yorutina, and the pink and pink-purple ones naturally belong to the light color group.
Although the actual relationships between the characters can sometimes be said to be completely unrelated, this is a comic book medium after all, so it is not uncommon to divide them according to color.
Yuan Qian figured it out quickly. It was normal for this kind of secondary creation setting that allowed characters to collide with each other in new ways to become popular. For example, he could instantly imagine that when a dispute broke out between the two camps in this setting, Su Mei would most likely help Xiao Man on the other side under the guise of Zhang Chunliang's trustworthy face, colluding with the enemy without any guilt. Moreover, the Dragon King, who was also in the light color group, would never mind handing over the trophy to his friend. Lielie, the magical child who had his own rules, could run around happily, eat at the enemy camp, and bring back supplies intact, and so on.
"Who do you think will win in a fight between the dark group and the light group?" Yuan Qian asked.
[Light colors.] The adjutant who hangs out on the forum every day knew about the relevant settings, but he gave an answer that Yuan Qian did not expect.
"Aren't you also on the dark side now?" Yuan Qian was referring to number five, which was assigned to the adjutant.
[But Star God should also be considered as a light color group. I think He is.]
Yuan Qian thought that the mane-like part of the relative's body was indeed bright golden, and because it glowed by itself, it might be a little lighter than Bernaludos's hair color. According to the classification rules, he was certainly in that group, and he was immediately convinced.
Considering that the dark side has the protagonist, but also has No. 5, a member whose abnormality is written into his character, it is even more difficult to determine who wins and who loses. Yuan Qian suddenly feels that it is not bad for him to be on the light side with No. 4's character...
Wait, there seems to be other characters with light colors. Yuan Qian thought of the two people he had been paying attention to before.
Taloya, a young man from the Lion Tribe, had brown hair but dyed it gray and forced himself into the Light Cult. There was also Sanni, an elephant tribe bishop who worked in the church and had brown-gray hair that was longer than his chest and had taken care of orphans.
The initial idea of creating a character with an identity related to Taloya that I had when I was still in Flora City seems to be still applicable now.
Especially after "Niebo" has put pressure on the three cities and their subordinate towns, demanding the hearts of the disabled as so-called sacrifices, even Chen Xing has stepped forward to remind Xiaoman to leave, so it is even more necessary to have one of their own to infiltrate the upper echelons of the beastman clan.
I specifically checked my balance before opening the character creation interface. It was a five-digit number that made people who had experienced poverty feel very reassured.
However, he still doesn't plan to use too much this time, and the consumption will even be lower than that of No. 2 to No. 5.
Yuan Qian is not clear about the specific uses of emotional values, but the more he looks at it, the more he sees that it can do anything, from tampering with all the past that has not been confirmed to be recorded in the comics to building an interface with the real world.
Therefore, according to Yuan Qian's own understanding, this kind of asset generated through the reader's emotional fluctuations is perhaps more like some kind of pure high-dimensional energy than virtual currency, so it has unlimited uses. In addition to normal expenses, of course, such a good thing is still saved more, the more secure it is.
[Is Mr. Actor, who has been lazy for many days, going to create a new actor? I must be dreaming.]
"Because it's really tiring for me to have two accounts open at the same time. It would be great if I could be as good as you." Yuan Qian said frankly. He also learned some good qualities from Xiao Man.
[That's right, you've worked hard. I can help you take over when you're tired, so don't worry.]
——It’s because you don’t know what you will do when you take over that I can’t be at ease! As for the cases of what will happen if you are asked to act, aren’t there enough examples of the famous scene with the Dragon King and the increasing examples with Nirvana now!
Yuan Qian thought so, but he didn't dare to say it directly because it would be useless.
Because he was determined to take responsibility himself, he decided not to rely on the help of the adjutant and to mold people according to his own ideas.
This time he chose the Beast Tribe - Falcon Tribe in a conventional way, and didn't even buy the Golden Blood.
[Approved. Conditions met.] His teammates seemed to be happy to let go of their work out of pure curiosity, and happily passed the review immediately.
As for his background, Yuan Qian thought for a moment and chose warrior - orphan.
[Approved. Conditions met. ——Now the light color group is consistent.]
Yuan Qian thought about how Su Mei had chosen this kind of background because of her financial constraints, and Winchester's apparent background, and felt that it was quite a coincidence.
Male, 41 years old, identity is...
A high-ranking figure in the temple.
Since we have to spend emotional points to fill in the character relationships, let's make it big.
Yuan Qian thought that it was always easier for important people to do things than for unknown people.
He opened the cover page of chapter 18 of the comic. Except for Xiaoman and Chen Xing, all the other characters were drawn as small chess pieces. There was no corresponding candidate for the bird-shaped knight yet.
Relying on the particularity of "observation", the author once again points out in advance certain qualities that the new character can surpass, just like describing Chen Xing's own iconic colors.
Yuan Qian carefully adjusted the appearance values.
To match his identity, he gave No. 6 an extremely serious face, as upright as an archangel, and a thin and upright figure.
This is obviously an agile and sharp type among the warriors, and also has the characteristics of a bird of prey. He has high brow bones, a pair of sharp silver-gray eyes in deep eye sockets, and small pupils, leaving a large area for the iris, making this person have an indestructible calmness at all times.
"He" must not appear as a background in the power struggle plot, so he should not be the kind of person who lives a life of luxury despite his high status. Instead, he has thin cheeks, and his mouth and even his entire face are always straight and serious, with distinct wrinkles at the corners of his eyes.
The short gray hair barely fell to the shoulders, a balance between the neatness formed by experiencing the hardships of the battlefield and the Winged Clan's natural preference for feathers.
"How is it?" Yuan Qian asked. He was in high spirits because he thought the appearance he designed was pretty good.
[He’s handsome, but he’s the kind of guy I’d avoid.] The adjutant gave an opinion that was in keeping with his position.
"That's right." Yuan Qian said, "I plan to make this guy and Niebu the enemy. Since their natures are incompatible, it will be convenient for you to play your true self, right?"
[…Wow, you are going too far. Someone, come here! The members of the Light Color Group are working together to bully the weak demon king——] The adjutant said in a long tone.
Yuan Qian chose to ignore the accusation that this kind of fakeness was actually quite amusing, and concentrated on spending emotional points to fill in the character.
First, little Taloya, who has committed the sin of thinking about your opponent during battle, congratulations, you have won a master in this lottery. Please bring your copper scalp band and medicine and go to claim it immediately.
Having said that, Yuan Qian piled all kinds of brilliant resumes on No. 6, but he had no intention of letting "him" make his first appearance in the map of the temple... and he would not seriously beat the adult Lion youth to make him spin like a top.
——Since an extremely evil person has appeared to cause chaos, there should be a good person to clean up the aftermath, to prop up the broken trees, to restore the chaotic order, and to comfort the civilians who are at a loss in front of the collapsed houses.
It was said that support from the Temple would definitely come forward, so why couldn't it be him as well?
[Please fill in your name.]
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The cloth shoes walked across the avenue, and the black and white clothes wrapped around the thin body retained the typical style of the temple, but the material was cheap coarse linen, which made the beastmen who were all devout believers in the star god almost suspect that it was an imposter.
“He” walked among the merchants entering the city and calmly passed the guards. He stopped, turned his shoulder, and looked up at the things in front of him.
Five days ago, someone came and tore apart half of the Bronze City... Many magnificent buildings were instantly destroyed, and parts as tall as a person collapsed like sand and gravel. This disaster broke out in broad daylight in the noble district and the city lord's mansion, so even though the scope involved was extremely large, the casualties had almost nothing to do with the civilians and miners working outside the city.
The bloodstains left by the incident were as small as drops of water on these huge black spikes that were almost intertwined into a mountain, and disappeared silently. Compared with this incident, the one that happened earlier in the cemetery outside the city was almost an exquisite one-eighth scale model, and it had been reduced to negligible in this investigation.
The monstrous and hideous silhouette was reflected calmly in his cold silver-gray irises. He lowered his head, grasped the oblique cross holy emblem hanging on his chest, and silently prayed for a moment for those who had died.
People who have almost adapted to the new landscape have long passed the stage of sighing and anxiety, and find that they still have to work hard for their livelihood. Only his always tall figure stands alone on the street, suddenly appearing silent and sad.
Then he opened his eyes and looked back at the person who was coming towards him.
In the original noble system of Bronze City, the one who survived Nirvana walked in front, staggering towards him with a look and expression as if he had seen a savior.
Even with the orcs' physique and excellent treatment conditions, this survivor is still limping a few days later, and it is obvious that he was seriously injured.
It came relatively quickly... As expected, the new management system that was destroyed and then temporarily rebuilt was smart and effective before it entered a long-term state of redundancy and superfluousness.
He maintained an indifferent expression and thought.
"You're finally here! I didn't expect the temple would send you to handle this. That's great!"
The relatively clean-looking nobleman welcomed her with open arms, tears welling up in her eyes.
Of course, the royal family had already sent the first batch of aid, but as a poor guy who had faced the incarnation of disaster, the sense of security given to him by the people from the temple was unparalleled, so that he temporarily ignored the rumors about this reinforcement and almost rushed up to hug him.
The messenger from the temple took a step back silently, then reached out and steadily caught the injured person who was about to fall to the ground.
The people behind him were whispering and secretly glancing at the strange man in black and white robes.
"Is this the one? Really..."
"That must be it. Such a stubborn character, no, such a steadfast and ascetic character..."
"On behalf of the Bronze Kinuo family, I would like to thank you for coming."
"Dear Sword of the Temple——His Excellency Amarra!!!"