"You are … Feng Bujue?" The Repentant used her 'ventriloquism' to ask.
"Looks like I am quite famous …" Feng Bujue mumbled to himself. Then, he used a relaxed tone to ask the scary-looking undead before him, "Beautiful lady, may I ask … who are you?"
"The Repentant." The Repentant used her weak and hoarse voice to answer. "I am one of the Nine Undead under the command of the King of the Abyss."
"Oh?" When Feng Bujue heard the name 'King of the Abyss', he was instantly energized. He said loudly, "So, it is you! I have heard so much about you. " In front of a creature whose eyes had been sewn together, he still spared no effort to cup his fists and put on a flattering face. "You are all my idols. It is my honor to be able to meet you today. I am truly blessed."
At that moment, Xiao Tan and Matcha Cookie, who were on the fire truck, narrowed their eyes and looked at Brother Jue with condescension.
"So, he refers to all the members of the opposite sex as' beautiful lady '…" Matcha Cookie's lips twitched as she mumbled to herself.
Earlier, Brother Jue had indeed referred to Matcha Cookie that way, but from the looks of it, the term 'beautiful lady' was not credible at all.
"That might not be the case." Xiao Tan added, "He has always claimed that he has an aesthetic that transcends the boundaries of race and culture …"
"So, you mean that he has a strong taste?" Matcha Cookie added.
"That is not what I mean. Hmm … how should I put this … For example, when we look at foreigners, we feel they look very similar, but when foreigners look at us Asians, it is very easy to confuse them." Xiao Tan explained, "Brother Jue is on the other end of the spectrum. He is the kind of person who can identify the appearance and name of the Minion. Even if you place two hedgehogs of the same breed before him, he can tell which one is more handsome …" Xiao Tan explained. "That's because Brother Jue is at the other end of the spectrum. He is the kind of person who can distinguish the appearance and name of the Minion from the Despicable Me directed by Chris Leonard … Even if you place two hedgehogs of the same species before him, he can tell which one is more handsome …
"Oh …" Matcha Cookie was stunned for a few seconds before shrugging. "I would rather accept the conclusion that 'praise from Feng Bujue is cheap'."
Xiao Tan said, "Actually, his kneeling is the cheapest … but you can think of it that way."
Just as the two were discussing Brother Jue's aesthetic, Feng Bujue had ended his conversation with the NPC and pulled open the door to the passenger seat.
Once he opened the door, he said, "There are two things that I need to tell you."
Xiao Tan and Matcha Cookie looked at each other. There was confusion on their faces, and a bad feeling rose in their hearts …
"First, there seems to be something wrong with your body." Feng Bujue first told Xiao Tan, "So much so that the Penitent mistook you for one of the Master of Time's officers … and that was why she suddenly charged into the middle of the road. Thankfully, before she attacked, she realized that you were just a traveler from another world, and the three of us managed to escape death. "
"Hey, hey …" Xiao Tan's face was getting paler, and cold sweat poured down his face. He turned to look at the Penitent who stood before the car. "What kind of problem is this? How come I don't feel anything? "
"Oh, it's nothing serious. It's just the time dust that seeped into your left hand more than a month ago, and now it has spread throughout your body through your blood …" Feng Bujue pursed his lips. "Speaking of which … at the scene of Death Quiz, the man by the name of Hephaestus did tell you — 'The Time that belongs to your left hand has been exhausted. If you don't deal with it, your hand will turn into dust soon'."
"But I'm perfectly fine!" Xiao Tan became more and more nervous, and his Terror Points rose steadily.
"You're a doctor, so you should know better than me … Many diseases have no symptoms before they reach their final stage." Feng Bujue shrugged.
"But that Hephaestus said 'soon', didn't he? It's been more than a month in real life! And my hand hasn't turned into dust yet! "Xiao Tan said quickly.
"Hmm … We have to think about it this way. First, Hephaestus is a god from Greek mythology. These people have a much longer lifespan, so their understanding of the term 'soon' might be different from ours …" Feng Bujue replied. "Secondly, no one can predict the influence that the 'system' will have on you. After you returned to the log-in lobby, perhaps the wound was sealed, and the effect of the time dust was temporarily suppressed, but its existence has not been completely eradicated. "
"Then, what should we do now?" Xiao Tan asked.
Before he could finish, Feng Bujue passed him an SCP-500 and said, "It's a blessing in disguise. Currently, we have no idea what kind of effect the time dust will have on your body, so we'll just have to wait and see … In any case, I'll give you the medicine first, and you can use it according to the situation. " He was very careful. He purposely did not mention the item's name but used the word 'medicine' to prevent Matcha Cookie from harboring evil intentions.
Of course … Brother Bujue was overthinking things. Matcha Cookie was very unfamiliar with the SCP Foundation's setting. Even if he said the word SCP-500 in front of her, she would not know what it was.
"Okay, let's talk about the second thing." Feng Bujue said, "I'm leaving."
"What?" Matcha Cookie frowned and her expression changed. "Where are you going?"
"I've already convinced this great confessor. She agreed to bring me to meet the leader of the Nine Necromancers. If nothing goes wrong, in this scenario, I can officially become a member of the Necromancer Kingdom … "Feng Bujue's expression was full of anticipation, as if he had become a civil servant.
"Ha …" Matcha Cookie laughed coldly. "Previously, you spent so much effort convincing me to form an alliance with you. In the end, we haven't even met the enemy and you're already leaving?"
"Let's not talk about … if I didn't offer you the opportunity to form an alliance, you would have turned into points … Let's talk about the current situation. You have nothing to lose, right?" Feng Bujue replied, "On the contrary, you've gained an extremely powerful vehicle and a reliable fighter." He paused. "Anyway … if you believe me, you and Xiao Tan will continue to move towards the source of the explosion. I'll be back soon to meet up with you. Don't worry, I'll find a way to locate you. " As he spoke, he observed the other party's expression without batting an eyelid. "If you want to break up with us, that's fine. I can give you Golden Maggot No. 1, but 'our agreement' will be voided. Let's just go our separate ways."
After Brother Bujue finished speaking, Matcha Cookie fell silent …
Feng Bujue was an expert at persuading others because he had a talent. Since ancient times, all the top strategists had a talent — calculating. Calculating his own debts, calculating his boss' debts, calculating his friends' debts, calculating his enemies' debts, calculating the debts of the world's people … The same thing had different meanings to different people. Only by calculating the debts of others could one guess the other party's bottom line and find the possibility of cooperation.
The more he understood the other party's inner thoughts, the more room for negotiation. From a negotiation point of view, he would be in an invincible position.
"Hmph … Alright … I've already boarded the pirate ship, I don't intend to get off." As expected, after ten seconds, Matcha Cookie pretended to be helpless as she replied.
Brother Jue knew that she was unwilling to break up with him. Matcha Cookie's bottom line was undoubtedly the ownership of the Golden Maggot No.1. She was absolutely unwilling to hand over such a powerful combat machine to someone else. Furthermore, it was pointless for her to drive the car away because only when there were people in the driver's seat and the gunner's seat could the Golden Maggot's full potential.
"Very well, I'll go first. Be careful." After Feng Bujue gave his orders, he took a step back. Before closing the door, his face was still dark. In a voice that he thought was cool, he said, "I will be back."
…
At the same time, inside the sealed zone, on the top floor of a building.
Phantom Dawn, Shiva, Uncle Worthless, and Zombie Blade King, these four seeded players were gathered together. They were sneakily looking at a junction in the distance.
The scene there was not much different from other places in the city. The streets were dotted with piles of dead bodies and skeletons, and the buildings were covered in strange vines and blood stains. The only difference was … in the air above the place, there was a black spherical space rift.
"What is that? Some kind of black hole that can be controlled? "Uncle Worthless asked.
Zombie Blade King added, "You two did not focus on the competition and forced us to come here … just so that we could see this?"
"No …" Shiva pointed into the distance. "Look over there …"
Uncle Worthless and Zombie Blade King followed the direction he was pointing and moved their eyes in unison.
They saw that on the street below the rift, there was a large creature that was half human and half beast walking forward. On its shoulder, it was carrying a player. There was a guild badge on the back of the shirt, so it was obvious that the player was a player. The player did not struggle. He was practically motionless. Perhaps his Stamina Points had been depleted … Soon, he was brought to the bottom of the Explosion Tunnel.
In the middle of the junction stood a woman. She was wearing a gray shirt and pants. She looked normal, like a random player in a sandbox game. There was nothing special about her.
"Why is this monster capturing the players?" Zombie Blade King asked. "Wait a minute … This monster has the power to defeat the players in this scenario?" His expression shifted. "With that kind of power, she must be a direct subordinate of the Four Pillars of Divinity."
"No," Phantom Dawn said. "It's an Anomaly."
"What?" Zombie Blade King turned around. "Isn't that a rumor on the forum?"
"Hey … the Anomaly has killed someone." When Uncle Worthless used the binoculars, he did not remove the sunglasses on his face. Who knew how he managed to see so clearly?
Hearing that, Zombie Blade King turned his attention back to the street.
By then, Lu Te had already ended the player's life. The method she used was simple. First, she used her right index finger to point at the man's head. Then, her finger suddenly morphed into mercury and grew rapidly. Like a drill, it pierced into the man's skull.
Casually killing with a single blow.
"What is going on?" Zombie Blade King asked. "If she wanted to kill him, why did she capture him in the first place?" He looked at Phantom Dawn and Shiva with confusion. "Could it be that the beast-like Anomaly wants the other humanoid to gain experience?"
"Based on our observation," Shiva replied. "The woman appears to be doing some kind of filtering …" His expression was serious, and there was fear between his brows. "Her subordinates are helping her capture the players and then bring them to her for her to make the final decision."
"What kind of filtering?" Uncle Worthless turned to ask.
"I have no idea," Phantom Dawn replied. "We only know that … so far, no one has fulfilled her requirement."
"In other words … the captured players have all been killed," Uncle Worthless said darkly.
"I say … what does this have to do with us?" Zombie Blade King asked. "So what if there is an NPC force that specializes in capturing and killing players in this scenario?"
"Not an NPC, but an Anomaly," Phantom Dawn corrected.
"Okay, okay … an Anomaly." Zombie Blade King did not deny it. From his perspective, no matter what these things were called, they were just virtual characters in the game. There was no real difference. "I just want to say that your actions confuse me. Even if you know about these things, you only need to ensure that you are not captured. Why go and inform others? Don't you want to win this competition? "
"You still don't understand the situation?" Phantom Dawn's face was drawn, and his tone was tense. He cut the man off and lowered his voice to say, "Look at the dead man …"
Zombie Blade King and Uncle Worthless turned to look at the street again. They saw … the player's body did not dissolve into white light and disappear. Instead, it lay flat on the ground. Brain matter and blood leaked out from the wound and covered the ground.
The beast-like Anomaly seemed to have exchanged a few words with Lute. Then, he picked up the body and tossed it to the side like trash.
It was then that Zombie Blade King and Uncle Worthless realized … the pile of bloody dead bodies at the corner of the street was not part of the background of the scenario. They were … all the contestants of this Tournament for the Best.
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