Chapter 102 Medium* I hate being on…
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I hate going to work, especially working overtime.
It’s tiring enough to do the work of the Grim Reaper normally, and now I have to do the work of several people by myself. I want to quit every day.
It's a pity that now the leader, Guang Brain, has defected to the enemy, so there's nothing I can do even if I want to resign.
If I could leave this game, the first thing I would do would be to play it for a hundred years. Even so, there was still a lot to do. I opened my arms in front of the mirror and let Remiel help me adjust my Mass vestments. He leaned over to button my clothes, and the hilt of his sword hit the accessories on his belt, making a small sound.
The snow-white silk dress with gold-patterned patterns has twelve layers and is matched with various exquisite gold accessories. When she walks, she looks like a cloud floating on the ground.
The price of beauty is that it is extremely difficult to wear. One person cannot conquer this thing at all. Remiel walked around me and carefully put on the whole set of clothes for half an hour. He took a comb and started to comb my hair.
"This dress suits you very well, Master Saint."
“I think it’s too complicated…”
The golden hair was passed through a fine-tooth comb, like a flash of golden thread. Remiel knelt on one knee and combed the ends of his hair. The outline of his muscles was revealed under his shirt, like a beautiful leopard. He spoke slowly and thoughtfully: "If you find it troublesome, I can help you next time."
I couldn't help teasing him: "Can I only come to you when I'm wearing a cassock?"
Remiel was stunned for a moment: "Of course not, you can come to me anytime."
We looked at each other and couldn't help laughing.
"Okay, next time for sure."
I stood up and walked out. Remiel followed closely behind me. He stopped outside the chapel and stood guard as my guardian knight. With the written permission given to me by Samuel as the Pope, I finally saw the players again in the chapel.
This was the first time I saw them after waking up. In my impression, this group of shameless guys dared to risk being beaten back to the resurrection point to peek at the Knight Commander taking a bath, and sneaked into the elves' hometown to take pictures of beautiful women.
There is nothing they can't do, only things they don't want to do. The top post on the player forum never changes: "Did you guys commit suicide today?" Talking about what stupid things you did today is a pastime that players never get tired of.
The only thing I've never seen them look so dejected.
The sunlight shines through the colorful stained glass windows, and the thousands of swaying spots of light shake out beautiful outlines. The hymns under the organ are ethereal and holy, better than the purest sunlight in the world.
The players sat crowded on the benches, their costumes and equipment still beautiful, but their expressions were panicked and silent. The light shining on their faces reminded people of the lost ghosts in the cemetery.
In them, I saw Melancholy Big Belly.
This player who used to be so talkative and cheerful, and who even dared to curry favor with the Archbishop, was hiding in a corner alone, with a blank look in his eyes, and I didn't know what he was thinking. It wasn't until I walked towards him that he came to his senses and saluted me in a panic.
"Sir, the Holy Son..."
Melancholy Big Belly paused, smiled bitterly and said, "I didn't expect that our next meeting would be like this."
"No need to be polite, the believers look terrible, what happened?"
Melancholy Big Belly pulled the corners of his mouth, but failed to smile: "Nothing... Ha, how can it be nothing. Master Saint, we can't go home."
He stared at me blankly, opened his mouth but only let out a sob. The player who had been playing with ease suddenly jumped up, grabbed his hair and cried loudly: "Why can't I go back... Why can't I log out of the game!?"
The other players glanced at him silently, their faces filled with grief.
At this moment, the distance between the players and the NPCs was extremely close. I suddenly remembered the players I saw before. They never took life and death seriously. The privileges brought by resurrection again and again made them above the rules. But now they all looked anxious and dejected, as pitiful as a house dog.
This world is a game to them, and in reality, the world they live in is just another game.
So what's outside these worlds? What's the world like out there?
I thought of that story again.
The God of Creation created two gods. After He left, they created countless worlds, waiting for the return of the God of Creation.
Countless players were trapped in the game and became victims of the storm caused by Xia Pingan.
Whether it's parents and wives, or friends and children, ordinary and happy lives are destroyed in an instant. I used to envy the freedom of players until I knew that they were just NPCs who didn't know what they set.
I patted the shoulder of Fearful and Melancholy Big Belly, turned around and climbed onto the platform, quietly looking at the faces full of confusion and helplessness.
"I am glad to see you all here. This proves that you have not given up fighting against darkness and death. There is still something in your heart that is enough to support you through the deepest despair."
All the players looked at me, their eyes reflecting the light, like flickering candles. This is probably the loveliness of the players. No matter what the situation is, as long as I give them the explanation of the game, they will believe it. I put my hand on my chest and made a promise softly.
"In the name of glory. I promise you that no one will truly die here. Even if the god of death comes, he cannot take your life away. The glory will illuminate your way forward. All those who betray are enemies of glory. On this road, I will walk with you."
- Many centuries ago, I made a promise to those who desired it. I would witness their births and record their deaths.
All things wax and wane, but I remain the same. Those who fear the transient and seek the eternal kneel before my throne and offer their prayers to me. So I say this.
"Please give me your lives."
Just like now, I gazed at the ancient time and the young faces in front of me. I no longer thought about what Xia Pingan wanted to do, nor did I think about what it meant.
Yes, I am just an NPC. But NPCs also have their own ideas. I once promised the believers: [There are two sheep in the field. I will take the one I have transformed into first, and I will not let you suffer from hunger and cold.] Therefore, I will fulfill this promise until eternity. I will love them forever through the virtual world. Although the players don't know.
The grand splendor was like a hazy veil, and from afar came the deep and ethereal sound of bells. Thousands of lights shone on me, and my long robe that fell to the ground was as bright as the white gold sun.
Then the believers looked at me with bated breath and listened to my whispered promise.
"As long as I live, I will never lead you astray."
The life and authority that Xia Ping'an took away must be returned to me.
When I walked out of the chapel, Remiel handed me a bottle of water. As soon as I took it, he continued, "The bathroom and change of clothes are ready. The afternoon snacks are mousse cake and black tea. If you want to eat anything else, I will prepare it immediately. All the work that needs to be handled is put in the afternoon. If you have other arrangements, I can do some simple work for you. The documents that need your personal review will be delivered to you when you are free."
My hand could not help but pause, and I finally understood where this sense of déjà vu came from. I couldn't help but say: "...She is indeed worthy of being the queen of the empire, so considerate and virtuous..."
Remiel: “…”
A hint of hesitation appeared in those azure eyes. After a while, he considered his words: "...Thank you for your compliment, Your Majesty?"
I almost spit out a mouthful of water, thinking that teasing an honest person is a crime worthy of death.
But it was fun, I'll do it again next time.
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Preparing for the expedition will take time, but luckily I have the almighty Remiel.
Therefore, what I have to do is much simpler. In most cases, I only need to be responsible for calming the players' emotions.
For example, get up early every day, take the players who have already reported to attend mass, then go to various places to give speeches to deceive people, take people to attend mass at night, and sleep. Get up early, take people to mass, give speeches, take people to mass, and sleep. Get up early, mass, speech, mass...
Sometimes I really want to fight with those bosses who treat me like a donkey. Not to mention that Samuel has learned the literature of loser without any teacher. No matter how I condemn him, he just accepts it docilely and weakly like a useless husband. I am so angry that I don't even want to see him these days. I fall asleep as soon as I touch the pillow when I come home.
During this period, I gradually realized the sequelae of Xia Ping'an's usurpation of my identity.
My perception of my body is becoming increasingly blurred, and I can no longer return to the body of the god of death. The computing power that is the basis of my existence is constantly being lost. If I continue, there is only one outcome waiting for me: the computing power will be completely emptied and cease to exist.
At the same time, I began to dream.
In my dream, I have a grandfather.
We lived together in a small house. It was old but tidy. Grandpa would keep the house clean every day. He was an old man.
I stood at the kitchen door and watched him cook for me. The rice was white, and the sound of the knife cutting meat and the aroma of hot oil filled the small kitchen, making people's appetites grow. The old man's hair was white, but he was not hunched. Seeing that I had been guarding the door, he fried a piece of meat in advance, picked it up and called me: "An An, come and taste the saltiness."
"Grandpa, it won't taste good without seasoning!"
In the dream, I hurriedly stopped him, staring at him eagerly as he sprinkled a pinch of cumin, and then stuffed it into my mouth with satisfaction. I drooled because of the burn.
The old man laughed, pointed at my mouth and said, "Little greedy cat."
"You made it too hot!"
"Hey, you little greedy cat, are you blaming me? I gave you everything to eat in advance, so why are you not satisfied?"
"Grandpa is bad!"
The old man said, "Next time I won't cook for you in advance. Just wait until I have finished cooking before you eat."
I immediately changed my words: "——Have a very, very kind heart! He will definitely not let me starve!"
"You, you are so cunning."
The old man couldn't help laughing. He tapped my nose and put a piece of crispy oil residue in my mouth like a magic trick. In my dream, I chewed the oil residue and asked him incoherently: "Grandpa, where did you get it from?"
"I fried it in advance, otherwise how can I feed you? Okay, go back and study. I'll call you when the meal is ready. I'll make your favorite crispy pork today."
"Grandpa is the best!"
In my dream, I cheered and kissed the other person's chin. When I opened my eyes again, I stared at the layers of bed curtains hanging in the bedroom, and the sweet taste of oil residue still remained in my mouth.
I vaguely realized that it was not just a dream, but a memory that Xia Pingan had buried deep in his heart.
That is the time I, as an NPC, lived in the outside world that I have forgotten.
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