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【You are the protagonist of Luowasha. 】
【Everyone will always revolve around you. Whether they want to be your best friend or your mortal enemy. 】
[In order to get close to you, they either grovel and act like a decent person by your side, seeking more opportunities to appear in the screen. Or they do the opposite and deliberately act like a villain, getting a role by opposing you.]
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All people want is to have a place in the story written by the "protagonist". Even if it's just a few paragraphs, as long as they can become a supporting role, this group of crazy people will do whatever it takes.
Su Mingan didn’t know why they wanted a role so much. Maybe they wanted to be favored by the World Tree.
Wu Yi tempted: "As long as you choose me as a supporting character in your story, I will tell you a lot of information."
"How much favorability do you need?" Su Mingan suddenly said.
"Ah?" Wu Yi was slightly stunned.
"Since you compared Luo Vasa to a text-based story game, how much favorability do you need for you to tell me everything you know?" Su Ming'an said.
He has discovered that he cannot treat the eleventh world with the usual thinking. Due to the domination of the world tree, Rovasha's worldview has become quite literary and game-like, and he must break through the inherent way of thinking. This is a completely different model from all previous copies.
"Oh, oh! You understand very quickly!" Wuyi spread his hands and smiled: "As for me... I probably need 90 points of favorability. Don't worry, as long as you take me to participate in the next main storyline of Luowasha and witness the resurrection of the Rin tribe... my storyline will be almost complete."
"90 points." Su Mingan shook his head, waved his hand, and turned around: "Too high, I'm going to play chess first."
The system prompt sounded.
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“Ding Dong!”
[NPC (Wu Yi) Favorability: 70 points + 5 points! ]
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"Think about it, think about it again." Wu Yi followed up: "It's a plus to have me as a supporting role. World Tree doesn't like to see white hair now."
"I'll think about it."
"Right, right, think about it again..."
There was insufficient light on the second floor of the hospital, so Su Mingan turned on his watch and used it as a flashlight, projecting a round light forward.
"Da, da, da."
Suddenly, he heard footsteps in front of him.
Maybe it was another contestant. Su Mingan raised his flashlight, and the other person also turned on his flashlight. The round lights from both sides merged together, and the footsteps were getting closer and closer.
The next moment, Su Mingan was stunned.
His eyes opened wide, his lips trembled, as if he had seen someone extremely incredible, and even his voice was stuck in his throat.
——A black-haired boy with his arms hanging in the air walked in with a flashlight and met his eyes.
The black-haired boy had an empty sleeve, his eyes were alert and cautious, and he was carrying a blood-stained steel rod on his back.
Su Mingan met those almond eyes in a trance, and the black-haired boy also stared at him. At this moment, it seemed as if an invisible torrent of time was stirring and humming between them, causing a strong echo.
"White hair...are you Lu Shu from Dragon Country?" The black-haired boy looked at him indifferently, his eyes filled with disdain and indifference.
Su Mingan didn't say anything. He knew who the black-haired boy was.
"Own".
Or, in other words,
——It’s [2021 version of Su Ming’an].
At this time, in order to conceal the purpose of completing the game perfectly, I am disguising myself as a middle school boy, talking about lighthouses all the time and being extremely fanatical.
An idea sprouted in his mind... What if he killed the 2021 version of himself here... would it trigger a rollback?
Although he guessed that this self was most likely a character simulated in the Disciple Game.
"Excuse me." Seeing that he didn't say anything, the black-haired boy walked past him sideways.
"The third floor is over there. If you want to pass the level perfectly, the third floor is essential." Su Mingan pointed to the stairs.
"Thanks for the reminder." The black-haired boy raised his chin. Although his tone was still immature, the prototype of the future Su Mingan could be vaguely seen: "I am alone now, and it is not suitable for me to explore dangerous places. I plan to find some allies to go with me."
"I want to ask...which copy are we in now?" Su Mingan said.
The black-haired boy glanced at him, but still answered, "First one, what's wrong?"
"Aren't you surprised that the world game has just started, so why are there so many powerful people in the copy? There are even dragons and beastmen." Su Mingan said.
The black-haired boy said, "Aren't they all NPCs in the dungeon? I don't care. As long as I can find the secret of the apocalypse outbreak and then pass the level perfectly, that's all."
Su Mingan held his forehead with his hand, feeling somewhat helpless. This was really how he looked at the beginning.
"You should be Lu Shu from Long Country, with your white hair and a pure Long Country accent." The black-haired boy suddenly stopped and spread his hands: "Instead of looking for strangers, it is very suitable to team up with you. Are you interested in a perfect clearance? Or..."
He lowered his eyelids slightly, and then smiled in a strategy-oriented way that Su Mingan was very familiar with: "...Would you like to know more about my lighthouse?"
Su Mingan was shocked.
He felt as if the situation had changed, as if the bullet he fired when he was young had finally hit him in the forehead.
"You want to tell me... about the lighthouse?" Su Mingan pointed at himself in disbelief, unable to laugh at all.
A smile doesn't disappear, it just moves.
The black-haired boy smiled even more. He looked at Su Mingan and said, "It seems you are interested. Okay..."
Once he opens his mouth, he will talk nonstop.
"Stop, stop, stop." Su Ming'an made a "stop" gesture. He didn't want to hear his initial lighthouse theory, which was not yet mature, so he immediately threw it back: "Why not listen to my understanding first?"
The black-haired boy showed a surprised expression, and even his smile became more friendly, completely different from his indifferent look just now: "Okay."
Su Mingan couldn't help but think, if this "self" is really a simulation of the Disciple Game, then the Disciple Game can be considered to have learned the essence...
"I think..." Su Mingan began to narrate.
Ten minutes later, the young man felt a deep sympathy for Su Mingan, as if he had met a close friend he couldn't meet in a century.
"You are indeed a good beacon. I recognize you. I allow you to pass on my spirit." The black-haired boy said with satisfaction and patted Su Ming'an on the shoulder, treating him like a qualified heir.
Su Mingan had an indescribable look on his face.
"I have never met anyone who understands me like you. I didn't expect that there are so many close friends in life." The black-haired boy said with emotion.
"Uh, well..." Su Mingan said.
...How can I not understand you? No one understands you better than me.
But he also felt a slight sense of disharmony. It seemed that he was not so...
"Let's go up to the third floor together." The black-haired boy patted his shoulder and invited him with a kind face.
They walked forward together, Wuyi touched his chin and followed quietly behind them.
But just at this moment.
A cold voice came from behind:
"…Oliviers."
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