Chapter 3 It’s hard to be lazy at work...
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Urgent, waiting online, what should I do if the progress bar explodes when the game scene changes?
The azure data stream spurted out like blood, and I could almost see the luster reflected by the glass in the air.
Everything in front of me became blurry, and my body seemed to be torn apart by something. Only the rapid voice of the main brain continued to echo.
"Bug... Alarm, alarm..."
With a bang, I completely cut off all connection with the outside world, leaving only sticky black.
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NPCs don't dream.
We are the programs of the main brain. Countless network nodes are connected to each other, and the operation template is composed of surging 0s and 1s. It is inherently different from the mechanism of illusions in human consciousness due to incomplete brain inhibition during sleep.
But I did see a part of myself that I once was.
Back then, the human realm was still the domain of the god of death, and the black horse and the crow accompanied me. The young gods followed me, and the human beings knelt at their feet.
I walked among them. When people were born, I blew the first breath into the mouths and noses of babies; when lovers were making love, I stood beside them and gazed at their intertwined reflections in the water; until the living died, I led the dead souls to board the wooden boats, rowing across the long rivers of the kingdom of God to the hills of sleep.
The scene before him was familiar yet strange. The black-robed Grim Reaper said nothing, his pale chin showing from his hood.
Golden divine blood flowed out from the chest pierced by the long sword, dripping onto the gilded gemstone adorning the hilt, blurring the light of the dawn. He cast a calm gaze at the attacker, without any emotion.
The sword bearer's breathing was a little erratic, but his hand did not waver at all. Only the sword taken from the Prayer of All Things could give death to death and snatch life from life.
Unimaginable pain swept through his body, and the sword holder spoke in a weak voice, as if crying.
"sorry."
That's OK, I thought. This isn't something to apologize for.
Then, the black-robed god reached out and grasped the sword. Blood flowed down his palm and slowly entered the heart of the sword holder in the panic and despair of his eyes.
“——”
The urgent voice seemed to be calling out for something. The sword holder dropped the sword in his hand and rushed forward to hug the pierced body.
The sword blade rubbed against his flesh and bones, blood gushed out, unimaginable pain came over him, the God Slayer shed tears, his voice became hoarse and trembling.
He said.
“——”
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It's hard to imagine that this isn't retribution for the mastermind forcing me to work overtime, which caused the wrath of heaven and the resentment of the people, and the progress bar suddenly exploded.
A program that has been running well for decades has such a serious bug. I hope he can come to his senses and redesign the system so that I can have a relaxing vacation.
During the long 13,580 seconds, I condemned the mastermind's inhumane overtime behavior in my heart. When I condemned it for the sixty-sixth time, the black curtain in front of me was finally changed.
The first thing that flows into the senses is light.
Neon lights shine in the night, and countless data streams shuttle through the air, like schools of fish in the deep sea, flowing around people.
The sound of human voices, cars, and music I had never heard before mixed together and poured into my ears, interweaving into a noisy symphony.
Behind me, the stinky air matched the trash-strewn alleys, and in the sky hung an unreal, perfect moon.
I stood at the entrance of the alley and looked up to see skyscrapers standing tall, billboards and neon lights flashing, and from time to time some small dots flew through the sky, forming a graceful arc.
Translucent smart ads popped up in the air from time to time, with the protagonists waving the products in their hands enthusiastically. Strangely dressed pedestrians came and went, and many of them said something loudly to the air. Suddenly, they burst into laughter.
The scene was like a gathering of dragons, snakes, ghosts and monsters, and the paladins would subconsciously chop at them when they saw it.
I didn't turn around until I heard a click behind me.
The owner of the voice had his back to me and accidentally stepped on an empty water bottle with his right foot.
The atmosphere was as stiff as if cursed by Medusa. After about five seconds, he turned his head timidly and looked at me.
This is a frightened and pitiful face, with obvious characteristics of the people of the East. The pupils are like ink, and the outline is gentle. From the appearance point of view, it can be said to be excellent, but now it is full of tension. Therefore, it looks very pitiful.
I tried to take a step forward, he took a step back. I took another step forward, he took another step back.
I felt pain all over my body. I realized that I was wearing a bloody white robe, which was tattered and covered with wounds.
Mortals cannot see God, but they can see God descending. I was a little unsure of the current situation, so I asked tentatively, "Can you see me?"
The other person's face turned from blue to black and then to all sorts of colors. He turned around and ran away without waiting for the next word.
I quickly stepped forward to hold him back and explain: "I'm not a bad person, this is a misunderstanding."
“Ghost!!”
The human struggled desperately, howling like a wolf, but the screams did not attract anyone else. But during the struggle, my belt broke with a sharp sound, and the dagger I carried with me fell to the ground with a thud.
The blade reflects cold light and the blade is slender, making it a good dagger that can cut through iron like mud.
The human and I fell silent at the same time.
I said with difficulty: "This is an accident..."
His lips trembled, his eyes rolled back and he fainted.
Mastermind, we are really finished now.
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The human's name is Xia Ping'an.
This is the name I found from the ID he carried with him, and thankfully, his home address. I won't talk about how I went through so much trouble to bring him back (luckily I was able to drag him).
When I used his pupils and fingerprints to open the door of my house and threw myself and Xia Pingan in, the sense of accomplishment was comparable to when I became a god.
Xia Pingan lived in a single apartment and I was lucky enough to avoid other people.
Not to mention the terrible screams that followed the human waking up and finding himself (and me) in the house, after a lot of chaos, I finally explained everything to him.
Xia Pingan huddled at the farthest angle from me and asked me tremblingly, "So you're really not a ghost?"
I bandaged myself and replied, "Yes, I am a game NPC, you can call me the Grim Reaper."
The young man's expression was unpredictable, and finally stopped at pity. He hesitated and said tactfully: "I mean, child..."
"Chuunibaku isn't a disease, but even if it's a ghost, we have to treat it."
A minute later, Xia Ping'an covered his head with his hands and sobbed in tears, squatting in the corner.
"Wow, wow, wow... Why are you doing this to me? I mean well. I haven't even told you about scaring me. You don't know, it was a dark and cloudy day with strong winds. I just walked into the alley when I heard my cell phone ring twice. When I turned around, a figure in a white robe suddenly appeared behind me. I almost had a heart attack!"
I swallowed a bite of food with guilt. Although I didn't know I felt a little sorry for Xia Ping'an, the meat bun was really delicious.
"I didn't mean to do that. Do you know "God's Favor 2.0"?
"Nonsense, the most popular holographic game with a western fantasy background, with Gabriel and Lucifer, the most advanced AI in human history, as its core, is said to be 100% simulated, and can be called the second world!"
He was so excited that I felt a little embarrassed: "Thank you for the compliment. It's not that great."
Xia Pingan rolled his eyes: "I'm not praising you, why are you so excited?"
"Then I'll tell you something, don't be afraid."
"I've received professional training. I won't be afraid!"
"Actually, I am an NPC in "God's Favor 2.0"
Xia Pingan: "..."
I:"……"
We stared at each other for a long time, and he suddenly slapped his head and suddenly realized: "Look at my brain, I actually mistook paranoia for a ghost. Did you just run away from a mental hospital? Don't be afraid, kid, brother will take you back!"
The corners of my mouth twitched and I punched him silently.
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With the help of physical communication, Xia Pingan quickly calmed down.
He covered the bump on his head and tried to convince himself: "Then can you show me some skills?"
I coughed, a little embarrassed: "I haven't found the system page yet, and I don't know how to use the skills."
"Then tell me the secret of the game. Where can I trigger the epic quest?"
"The main brain template will automatically calculate, and I can't control the location where the epic quest is triggered. And I've been in exile for a long time, so I don't know much about what's going on in the human world now."
Xia Pingan stared at me with a strange look: "Then what can you do?"
I searched my mind quickly: "...lurking, disguising, bringing death to people."
This kind of skill has nothing to do with the template. Death will come to anyone silently when it comes. Even the best warriors cannot find my trace.
Xia Ping'an's expression became strange. He seemed to be less scared and said sympathetically, "You really are a middle school student with a second-year syndrome."
I stared at him for a few seconds: "What is Chuunibyou?"
Xia Pingan: "..."
I:"……"
Xia Pingan: "..."
In the silence that seemed to be reaching the end of the world, the human youth let out a long sigh.
"I believe you, even though you scared me when you suddenly showed up, even though you looked like you just escaped from a domestic violence scene, even though... little brother, be good and listen, I'll take you for ice cream later."
"What is ice cream?"
"You've never had ice cream?"
He looked at me in shock, which made me feel that if I nodded, something bad would happen. In his hesitation, Xia Pingan seemed to have figured something out, and the look he gave me became extremely sympathetic.
"You didn't really escape from some basement, did you? Your parents beat and scolded you every day and refused to let you out, and even illegally detained you. So you're not very smart, right?"
"……ah?"
I looked at him blankly. I don't know what Xia Ping'an was thinking about, and his expression suddenly became heavy.
"Don't be afraid, tell me if anything happens, I'll call the police for you and punish them!"
“What is punishment education?”
"Well."
Xia Pingan paused: "...It means they are strictly prohibited from exploiting you, abusing you, and treating you badly!"
Parents are the mastermind.
Hitting me and scolding me is equivalent to the plot of the game.
Illegal detention is like rowing a boat for a thousand years without even giving me the memory to communicate.
Punishment and education means no overtime!!
I understood immediately and nodded solemnly: "Yes, just as you said, I suffered inhuman abuse."
“There is such a thing!”
Xia Ping'an was horrified. An hour later, I was standing at the door of a building with a red light on, holding an ice cream in my left hand and his right hand holding mine.
……?
Where is this?
While I was confused, Xia Pingan rushed in with me. Before I could see clearly what was going on inside, he shouted, "Uncle police, someone is abusing children here!!"
With a swish, all eyes turned over.
I felt like a fish on the grill, and I was sweating all over.
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