"This is what the novels say. Things like 'superpowers' or 'divine powers' are double-edged swords. Whether it's strengthening the muscles or the brain, increasing computing power, and releasing strong brainwaves, they all require an endless supply of energy. The cells of superhumans who have undergone 'rebirth' are ferocious monsters. Without sufficient nutrition, they will devour their master's body."
Li Yao thought to himself, "My current state is a bit like 'burning my life and overdrafting my life.'"
In any case, from the looks of it, the author wouldn't be stopping anytime soon. Li Yao couldn't keep hanging on the outer wall. Although it was late at night, there would always be residents returning home after the night shift. It would be very awkward if he was discovered.
Li Yao assessed his combat strength.
Although he could tear dumbbells with his bare hands when his stamina was at its peak, he didn't think he could fight against a street police station with a strong army while his stomach was rumbling with hunger.
Why don't I go out and replenish some energy first?
He tiptoed back the way he came and left the neighborhood for a long time before he returned to the main road. He found a 24-hour convenience store and bought five boxes of chocolate peanut candies and more than ten cans of energy drinks. He then found a secluded place in a shabby alley and stuffed all the chocolate peanut candies and energy drinks down. Only then did his flustered heart calm down slightly.
Looking at the credit card overdraft limit displayed on his phone, Li Yao sighed inwardly.
He hoped that all the mysteries could be solved as soon as possible. At the very least, someone would tell him what was going on. Otherwise, just taking in so many high-calorie nutrients every day would be too much for his wallet.
It was around two or three o 'clock in the morning. Li Yao wasn't in a hurry to steal the outline. He planned to wait until it was the darkest before dawn, when people were the most sleepy. Come to think of it, the author wasn't made of iron. He still had to sleep, right?
He didn't plan to go back to school tonight. While there was no one around, he would pay attention to the news of the shooting at the T3 Game Expo.
For some reason, Li Yao felt that there was something fishy about this shooting. It was inextricably linked to the deaths of the famous novelist and cartoonist.
When he logged into the game forum again, the follow-up news of the shooting case was gradually spreading.
There were a total of four gunmen. Three of them were killed on the spot in the crossfire with the police, and one was injured and arrested. It was a little unexpected. According to the latest official investigation results, the four gunmen were all white men with clean backgrounds, normal jobs, and happy families. They had nothing to do with extremist organizations. No matter how you looked at it, they did not look like crazy terrorists.
However, when the authorities carefully searched through their comments on social media, they found that they had joined an organization called "Apocalypse". They believed in something like "2018, the Apocalypse Descends", which was probably a copy of "2012, the end of the world". It was nothing more than that at the end of 2018, the end of the world and the final judgment were coming, and a catastrophe that was about to restart the entire world was unavoidable. Only by helping the heavens reap the souls of the confused could they have a chance at redemption. In the world after the restart, they would have a brighter and happier life.
Whether or not this unknown "Apocalypse Organization" actually existed, or if it was just a cover for some of the more well-known extremist organizations, was still unknown.
On the other hand, there were dozens of bloody records added to the list of victims of the T3 Game Expo shooting.
In the production team of Celestial Ring — Final Battle, aside from Garriott, the father of Celestial Ring, there were two other important game creators who had passed away in the hospital. One of them was a scriptwriter, and the other was a scenario architect. They had followed Garriott for more than ten years, and they were his most trusted assistants and friends.
Considering that the current progress of Starlink — Final Battle was only about 70%, the departure of these three heavyweight producers not only meant that the game would be delayed indefinitely, but even if it was completed one day, the final version would definitely be very different from the original vision of the "Father of Starlink."
Unfortunately, no one would know what the "Father of Starlink" originally envisioned as the "magnificent final battle that concerned the ultimate future of the universe" would be like.
Li Yao found a mobile couple's stall that was open late at night and ordered a large bowl of fried noodles with extra eggs, sausages, and oil residue. As he ate, he quickly browsed the web.
He browsed through all the major gaming forums, animation forums, and fantasy literature forums to see if there was any news about new producers, cartoonists, or novelists encountering accidents.
So far, there was no news as sensational as the shooting at the T3 Game Expo. However, Li Yao found a very interesting post through keyword searches.
This was a post published on a large comprehensive question-and-answer website. In fact, it was a response to a question. The question was "How do you comment on the departure of the online writer Drunken Stardust?"
Li Yao did not know who "Sleeping Drunkard Stardust" was. After searching for the relevant terms, he learned that the person was a web novelist who was not very famous. About three months ago, due to a myocardial infarction, the person left this world quietly in the middle of the night when no one was around.
Come to think of it, this question was raised by one of the loyal readers of "Drunken Stardust", right?
It was a pity that this online writer was not famous. Other than a few readers, he did not receive much response. The few replies were all about mourning the author and appreciation of his works. They were not of much help to Li Yao.
However, one of the replies caught Li Yao's attention.
"I've never seen Drunken Stardust's works, but I'm not surprised to hear about his death. Did you think that Drunken Stardust was only the first?
"Let me tell you — I'm a fanatic fantasy novel, manga, and game fan. In the past three years, I've collected more than a hundred domestic and foreign writers of novels, manga, and fantasy entertainment who died due to accidents or illness. I'll release the list below!"
This respondent released a list of names, all of which were creators in related fields. Their ages and causes of death were also attached.
Li Yao glanced at them briefly. The ratio was about 50/50, and the ratio of deaths from diseases and accidents was also 50/50. However, more than half of the patients who died of diseases were under 50 years old. It was indeed a bit shocking to look at.
However, most of the creators of fantasy works were not famous. At most, like Drunken Stardust, they were known by a small number of people in their respective niche. There were six to seven billion people in the world, and accidents happened every day. No one had connected their deaths together before.
"You may think that I'm crazy for the next conclusion, but please believe that I'm not crazy. I'm absolutely sober. The voice in my head will not lie to me."
The respondent continued. "The deaths of so many writers, manga artists, and producers are not due to accidents or illnesses. It's because some mysterious force is manipulating everything, directing tragic deaths.
"I don't know what this force is, nor do I know what its purpose is, but I believe that this is just the beginning. The reason is very simple. It's because the creators who died abruptly in the past three years are not famous enough and their works are not influential enough. This is just a few drops of cold rain before the storm.
"Very soon. Believe me, very soon, there will be even more heavyweight creators, masters who created all kinds of bizarre fantasy worlds for us. Believe me, no matter how normal it looks, their deaths are all accidents, all conspiracies, all part of a huge conspiracy!" "That's right. That's right.
This answer had dozens of comments. It was very popular under this question.
However, most people expressed "objection" and even cursed at the respondent.
Many people were scolding the respondent for sensationalism and for using the dead to attract attention. Whether it was writers, manga artists, or producers, they worked at their desks for a long time, day and night were reversed, and there was a lot of mental stress. The probability of sudden illness and long-term chronic diseases was much higher than that of normal professions. In three years, on a global scale, more than 100 people died. What did it mean?
And the conclusion that "there will be a Master soon" was even more shameless. Since he was called a Master, of course, he was already famous and old. What was so strange about a Master in his sixties or seventies passing away?
In short, no one believed this person's words. Most of the people scolded him.
Li Yao was interested in this answer because he found that it was written eight days ago, on the day of the Pegasus Lake International Anime and Manga Festival.
At the same time, in the West, the famous master of fantasy literature, the author of "Blood and Sand," Gilson, was lying on the ground in pain, covering his heart. In the East, the famous manga artist Takaya Yoshihiro, who drew "Strong Vampire Hunter," was humming a cheerful tune and walking on the bloody road to the underworld.
Was this a coincidence?
Li Yao paid special attention to the respondent's account. The respondent gave himself the name "Dream Traveler."
When he clicked on his name, he could see all the answers he left on this question-and-answer website. There were several pages of them.
This was the last answer he published.
The second to last answer was a response to another question, "What supernatural events have happened to you?"
In this answer, the Dream Traveler wrote, "When I was in the third grade of elementary school, I went to swim in the reservoir next to my grandmother's house and drowned for at least half an hour. Since then, I have become a 'Dream Traveler.'
"I know that no one will believe me. Anyway, the website" Know Not "has long become a temple for braggers and pretentious people. But I don't care if you believe me or not. I'm just telling my own story.
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