Silver bells are ringing.
The sounds of players dancing and singing could be heard outside the door.
The fireplace in the room crackled and the flames danced on the warm floor.
The young boy, whose cheeks were slightly red from the wind and snow, lifted the door curtain and walked in quickly.
"...Now I have given up all the clues in the royal city, quit my job, and come here to see Bai Shen." Noel hung his coat on the hanger beside him and said with a smile:
"Leader of the Soul Clan, you must protect me."
He laughed heartily, and his laughter echoed in the quiet room.
He arranged his clothes in his hands and waited for a moment, but received no response.
He turned around and looked at the young man who was still sitting motionless on the sofa with his back slightly bent. He called out tentatively, "...Su Mingan?"
Su Mingan stood up.
The rolled-up map was tightly clenched in his hand. He turned around and looked at Noel with a pair of somewhat stunned eyes.
"Bang!"
The small door opened.
Lu Shu and Lin Yin walked in and saw the current scene.
"What's wrong?" Lin Yin was stunned: "Why are you all standing? The rules of the sea feast are about to be announced, don't you want to chat?"
"You guys talk first."
Su Mingan spoke, his voice sounding a little hoarse.
He walked quickly towards the door and ran into Ying who was delivering something.
"Where are you going now?" Ying asked.
Su Mingan took the shotgun, passive potion, and weapon from Ying's hand. After drinking the potion, he walked straight past Ying and walked out.
"Sevilla, Alcherev, don't follow me." He left a word.
He walked very quickly and immediately disappeared from everyone's sight.
"...What's wrong with him?" Lin Yin turned around and asked Lu Shu.
Lu Shu shook his head blankly.
"Noel, what did you two talk about?" Lin Yin asked Noel.
Noel was looking at the figure outside the door.
The heavy snow poured in quickly through the wooden door. Facing the wind and snow head-on, his vision was a little wandering.
After a moment, he smiled as if he had figured it out.
“…So that’s how it is,” he said.
"What do you mean? What happened?" Lin Yin looked puzzled. "No, I mean, don't use riddles at this juncture. Teammates need to communicate fully with each other."
"You guys chat." Noel pulled the clothes off the hanger and quickly followed: "I'll go join him."
"Hey - don't go, the rules will be announced soon, how are we going to fight between the two of us, hey -"
…
The wind and snow are getting stronger.
Su Mingan rushed all the way to the South District Pier at a very fast pace.
The clock struck twelve and the Pope began to issue the rules.
Su Mingan moved forward quickly.
He did not choose to conceal his actions, nor did he choose to save those who were about to be alienated as soon as possible.
Because in his eyes, this is just a waste file.
He has gradually discovered one thing.
...The organizer may not be able to actually intervene in the game instance.
The game copy is more like a self-running system.
It has been extremely fair so far. Crisis always goes hand in hand with high rewards.
He discovered this while browsing the world forums and checking out other people's strategy routes.
——The game copy is not actually targeted at you. Its difficulty matches the rewards you get. You will not be deliberately prevented from passing a level just because you are the number one player.
The organizers can only intervene in the arrangements of special identities such as observers and hunters. They cannot affect the logical chain of the game copy, let alone directly kill a player.
They can only indirectly influence the players' actions by alienating and guiding other people with special identities.
What made him more certain of this conclusion was what happened in the previous week.
At that time, Noel's words were not particularly riddles. Anyone with a little thinking ability could see what he was hinting at, not to mention the organizers whose intelligence level should be far above that of humans.
If the organizers could really intervene in the game copy, they would have understood what kind of abilities Su Ming'an possessed the moment Noel blurted out the idea and Su Ming'an did not refute it. They could have taken action, interrupted the game process, captured Su Ming'an, or controlled him to prevent him from dying.
...But they didn't. Instead, they watched Su Ming'an experience a long fall, and then watched him die.
Does this mean that
The organizer can't really interfere with the game?
Or,
Is it impossible for an organizer with subjective bias to influence the objectively existing and autonomously running game copy?
Well, in this bad file that was destined to be abandoned, he didn't need to conceal his behavior too much.
According to the information from the previous week, I died at eight o'clock in the morning and the game was replayed to this time.
Although the timing of the rollback has little to do with time and is only related to the key plot, generally speaking, based on his current experience, the time distance between the two rollback points will not be too close, at least more than ten hours.
To be on the safe side, he cut the time in half to five in the morning.
As long as he died before 5 a.m., he would always have a five-hour head start. He had to find more clues during these five hours.
He put on a mask and a black robe and headed to the South District Pier. Last week, he heard that something seemed to have happened here.
Since the rules have been released, this place has become a gathering place for players, like a large vegetable market.
"Sell potions! Sell large health-recovery potions, slow recovery, instant recovery!"
"Looking for a temporary team. I am a second-level fire mage with a combat power of 700+..."
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