First Player Chapter 368

Chapter 368 Three hundred and sixty-five "White Skull"

Silver bells rang.

The sound of players dancing and singing came from outside the door.

The burning fireplace in the room crackled, and the flames danced on the warm-colored floor.

The little boy whose cheeks were reddened by the wind and snow lifted the curtain and walked in quickly.

"...Now I have given up all clues in the royal city, quit my job, and came here in vain." 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 the laughter echoed in the quiet room.

He sorted his clothes in his hands and waited for a while, but got no response.

He turned his head and looked at the young man who was still bowing slightly, sitting motionless on the sofa, and called out tentatively, "...Su Ming'an?"

Su Mingan stood up.

The rolled-up map was tightly held in his hand. He turned his head and looked at Noel with a pair of stunned eyes.

"Boom!"

The small door opened.

Lu Shu and Lin Yin walked in and saw the current scene.

"What's the matter?" Lin Yin was stunned: "Why are you standing? The rules of the sea feast will be announced soon, why don't you chat?"

"You guys talk first."

Su Mingan made a sound, his voice was a little hoarse.

He walked quickly towards the door, just in time to meet the shadow who came to deliver something.

"Where are you going now?" Shadow asked.

Su Mingan took the shotgun, passive potion and weapon from Shadow's hand. After drinking the potion, he walked straight out through the shadow.

"Sevia, Archerev, don't follow." He dropped a sentence.

He walked extremely fast and disappeared from everyone's sight immediately.

"...What's wrong with him?" Lin Yin turned his head and asked Lu Shu.

Lu Shu shook his head blankly.

"Noel, what did you two say?" Lin Yin asked Noel.

Noel was looking at the figure outside the door.

Heavy snow poured in quickly along the wooden door. Facing the oncoming wind and snow, his eyes wandered a little.

After a while, he smiled as if he understood.

"...So that's how it is," he said.

"What is it? What is it?" Lin Yin looked puzzled: "No, I said, don't do riddles at this juncture. There needs to be full communication between teammates."

"You guys talk." Noel tore off the clothes on the hanger and quickly followed: "I'll go with him."

"Hey—don't go, the rules will be promulgated soon, we'll just fight as the two of us do, hey—"

The bigger the wind and the snow.

Su Mingan rushed all the way to the South District Pier, the pace was extremely fast.

The bell for twelve o'clock rang in his ears, and the Pope began to promulgate the rules.

Su Mingan moved forward quickly.

He did not choose to cover up his actions, nor did he choose to rescue 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 really intervene in the game copy.

A copy of the game, 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 Forum to check other people's strategy routes.

—The game dungeon is actually not aimed at you deliberately. Its difficulty matches the rewards you get, and you will not deliberately not pass the level just because you are the first player.

The point where the organizers can intervene is limited to the arrangement of the special status of observers and hunters. They cannot affect the logic chain of the game copy, and they cannot directly kill a player.

They can only influence the player's actions sideways by alienating and guiding other people with special status.

What made him even more certain about this conclusion was the situation of the previous week.

At that time, Noel's words were not really a special riddle, anyone with a little thinking could see what he was implying, let alone the sponsor whose intelligence level should be far above that of humans.

If the organizer can really intervene in the game copy, as early as Nuoer blurted out, the moment Su Mingan did not refute, they would understand what kind of ability Su Mingan has, they can take action, interrupt the game process, catch Su Mingan, or control Live him and don't let him die.

...But they didn't, instead they watched Su Mingan go through a long fall, and then just watched him die.

Does this indicate that,

The organizer can't really intervene in the game?

Or,

Can a host with a subjective bias not be able to influence the copy of the game that exists objectively and runs on its own?

Then, in this bad gear that was destined to be abandoned, he didn't need to cover up his behavior too much.

According to the purpose information of the previous week, I died at 8:00 in the morning, and I went back to this time.

Although the time point of the rollback has nothing to do with the time, it is only related to the key plot, but generally speaking, based on what he has experienced so far, the time between the two rollback points will not be too close, at least ten hours. above.

To be on the safe side, he cut the time in half and set it to five in the morning.

As long as he dies before 5am, he can always have a five-hour advantage. He wants to find more clues in these five hours.

He put on a mask and black robe, all the way to the South District Pier. Last week, he heard that something seemed to break out here.

Since the rules have been released, it has become a gathering place for players for a while, just like a large vegetable market.

"Selling potions! Selling large-scale blood recovery potions, slow recovery, instant recovery!"

"Looking for a temporary team, I am a second-order fire method, with a combat power of 700+..."

"Sell the photo album of top players, buy one and three..."

"Let me go to the trouble ahead, I want to get into the boat..."

Because the first five ordinary strongholds were all hunted by souls, and the royal city and the church could not enter, these players began to gather at the special stronghold of the South District Wharf.

There is even a bonfire that has just been put out on the ground. It seems that there is still a party being held here.

Su Mingan originally thought that this should be a tragic scene of mutual killing, but he did not expect that this group of people was still happy.

In fact, for ordinary players, as long as they have mixed copies, they are already satisfied. Most of them have a get-it-yourself attitude. If you can't fight, don't fight.

He switched to Ming mode and forced his way into the crowd.

"Damn it! Who squeezed me!"

“shit!”

Someone turned their heads instantly and started cursing at Su Mingan, but Su Mingan was extremely fast, and before they could start cursing, he had already squeezed through the crowd like Moses split the sea.

People just felt like a car was driving past them, completely unstoppable.

Su Mingan rushed all the way to the front of the group and found that there was an empty area in front of him.

Several corpses fell alone in the open space in front, like a warning line, separating the red spar from the onlookers behind. And standing next to the red spar is a team of players holding blood-stained weapons.

This is a group of burly men with all kinds of cold weapons. There are also hideous scars on their arms that are deliberately exposed, like a deterrent to the outside world.

The players who were watching the excitement did not move forward here, after all, no one wanted to be a new corpse on the ground.

Su Mingan was about to walk forward when a man with an Asian face suddenly grabbed his arm.

"You don't want to die!" The male player dragged him: "Have you seen the corpses in front of you? It was left by those in front of you."

Su Mingan looked forward.

A giant blood red sapphire is standing in the night, its light is extremely bright, like another sun in the snow.

The players in front were guarding there with weapons. The leader was a gloomy, triangular-eyed man with a submachine gun. He had a necklace of skulls strung around his neck, and his exposed fangs were still stained with blood.

Beside him, stood several men and women who also wore skull necklaces. The men were strong and the women were tall. Their facial lines were cold and hard, like the faces of the northern country. Many people had blood still dripping on their weapons.

After them, the southern port of Praia. It is also recognized as a resting place for players who do not participate in the feast of the sea. Across a section of the sea, the giant ship was quietly sleeping on the sea, and many players rested in the small boats floating on the sea, completely isolated from the blood here.

"Who are they?" Su Mingan asked.

"The Skull and Bones Guild, it is said that their guild leader is actually a serial murderer who is about to be executed..." The male player said: "Their guild is all assembled by prisoners from all over the world, and they are all a group that should be sent to prison. The stake, or the guy who should be put to death on the island!"

"There is such a guild." Su Ming'an said.

He also thought that the criminals on Zhai Xing, or some guys who were about to be executed, must also be among the players.

Unexpectedly, this group of criminals also formed a guild to continue their past "cause" and continue to kill and set fire.

The male player grabbed Su Ming'an's arm and wanted to drag him back:

"...Have you seen the squad leader in front? He is the eight hundred and ninety-sixth existence in the world, White Skeleton Carter! Have you never heard of this?"

Su Mingan was silent for a while.

He can't even remember the top 100 in the world, he can only remember the acquaintances in the top ten, let alone eight hundred and ninety-six...

Although in the eyes of ordinary players, 896 is already very good. There are even many players who will write down all the first thousand players.

But to him, eight hundred ninety-six or eighty-nine thousand six hundred are actually the same level...

And, White Skull Carter. How did this name come about...

Did this Carter say it himself, for example, before the war, he would say "I am the White Skull Carter..."

Although he has heard that many players will give themselves a name, such as "The Spear Piercing the Dead Thorn", "Dark Demon King", "Haunted by Evil Ghosts", "One-Eyed Hero"...

… Forget it, this is their freedom.

Stop letting these players have some fun and it will drive them crazy.

Su Ming'an set off.

He just pushed slightly, and the male player was forced to let him go.

Under people's astonished gaze, he walked into the open space, walked past the corpse lying on the ground, and walked into this "cordon".

His steps were extremely fast, and when he was passing half court, the big white skeleton man with a submachine gun turned his gun on him.

"You, get out of here." The big man didn't shoot immediately, just pointed a gun at him.

At the same time, other teammates around Dahan also raised their weapons. They are occupying points, and naturally they will not allow other players to enter.

The weirder the player, the more dangerous they are in their eyes, and it is true that players like Su Mingan who wear masks are rare, and they put a "weird" sign in their eyes.

Su Ming'an ignored it and rushed forward, as if he didn't see the dark muzzle.

Watching Su Mingan come straight over, the white skull shot directly.

He came out of Devil's Island, known as the "death place of the death row". The last thing he was afraid of was death, and his favorite thing was to shoot.

The red-level "Devil Heavy Cannon" in his hand made him feel the pleasure of freedom.

Here, there is no law, no system. For him, the game copy is his paradise, a paradise where life can be judged by pure violence.

If it wasn't for fear of killing too many people and causing public anger, he would have killed more than just the previous point.

He shot openly.

He gave it outright.

(end of this chapter)

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