The activity on the forum was still going strong after two days. Quite a number of people who were criticizing each other had developed feelings for each other, even though the feelings were in the form of hatred.
What kind of person would easily form a grudge that would grow into a long-term grudge? A narrow-minded person, of course.
Therefore, before the open beta even started, there were already quite a number of small characters challenging each other on the forum. They were prepared to fight to the death in the Killing Game mode. Of course, the prerequisite was that they had to reach level fifteen to be able to enter the mode. Both parties had to think that they had the confidence to win before the battle would begin.
Villains were most afraid of losing face because they were not good-looking on the inside.
If they lost, they were afraid of losing face, but if they won, they would not leave any face for the other party.
If they did not lose easily, they would come up with all kinds of excuses, like 'you have played the game longer than me', 'your level is higher than mine', 'your equipment is better than mine', and the two most obvious reasons — 'I don't feel it' and 'no explanation'.
It was easy to win against a gentleman, but to win against a small character, one had to be able to take down a Gundam with their bare hands and find dozens of witnesses to testify. It would be best if they could record the whole process. Then, the small character would have no choice but to admit defeat and hold a grudge against you for the rest of their life.
For the past two days, Feng Bujue did not pay much attention to the game. He spent the next two days writing, and in the end, he managed to finish the draft for the month. Other than that, Arthas finally understood that the sandbox was the toilet.
On Tuesday morning, Thriller Paradise opened its server again. This time, it was the open beta.
Feng Bujue did not go online immediately. Obviously, the opening of the server overlapped with his sleeping time. It was not easy for him to adjust his biological clock, and he did not want to mess it up again. After all, waking up at twelve and going to bed at four in the morning could save him a meal.
At 1: 30 pm, Feng Bujue filled Arthas's bowl with cat food, cleaned up the sandbox, and served the little ancestor before lying down in the gaming hub.
A series of system announcements popped up. After entering the log-in lobby, Feng Bujue did not notice any obvious changes.
He clicked on the touch screen and looked at his friend list. The four names were all grayed out, indicating that they were offline.
"Ah … I really have nothing better to do …" Feng Bujue mocked himself in a lazy tone.
There were no new additions to the control interface, but the new interface looked more polished and beautiful. Other than that, the game description had become more complete. The question that Feng Bujue had asked last time about 'what items would not be shown in the scenario' could now be found in the FAQ.
Seeing this, Feng Bujue realized that he needed to pack his luggage.
His current inventory space was 710. The items inside were: Mario's Wrench, Eye of Hostility, Western Kitchen Knife, Baseball Bat, M1911A1 Pistol, Echo Armor, and a bag of Garlic.
The antidote for Virus Z was a plot item that could not be taken out of the scenario. In the previous scenario, on the way back to the gun shop from Allerbmu Building, Feng Bujue had tossed away the antidote in his inventory. At the time, both he and Xiao Tan had been injected with the antidote, and the two GMs said that they had the passive power to resist all the viruses in low-level scenarios, so the antidote was useless.
His flashlight had been destroyed when he was surrounded by the zombies at the basketball stadium. Thankfully, he still had one in his inventory, and he could use it to replace it. With regards to the bag of Garlic, Feng Bujue felt like he would not need it anymore, and it was not something that was hard to get, so he destroyed it in the game menu. The Winchester and its corresponding bullets were given to Xiao Tan. The M1911A1 pistol was fully loaded, but there was no extra ammo. After tossing away the Garlic and taking out the flashlight from his storage space, his inventory still took up seven slots.
After arranging his inventory, Feng Bujue turned around. He wanted to go to the metal room next door to claim the reward for the Terror Rating when he heard the system announcement.
"Now, you can choose the area that you wish to go to."
After the announcement, next to the elevator door, where there was supposed to be nothing, a light formed from data appeared. It drew out a rectangular control area, and after the image materialized, five fist-sized buttons appeared. They were all written with words.
"Storage Room", "Meeting Room", "Shop", "Scare Box", "Don't press this"
Feng Bujue's eyes were naturally attracted to the last button.
"Hey … What do you mean by 'don't press this'?" His expression was strange. "If you don't want me to press it, then don't make it. If you say 'don't press it', it will make me want to press it."
After hesitating for a few seconds, he couldn't take it anymore. He reached out and pressed the button. The light on the button lit up for a second when he pressed it, and then … nothing happened.
Feng Bujue waited for thirty seconds. He looked around, but there was still nothing out of the ordinary. He could not help but say, "What is this … some kind of joke?"
"Hehehe … So, I did press it." A very creepy laugh accompanied the words, and it suddenly came from behind Feng Bujue.
He turned to look and saw that at the corner several steps away from him, where there was no one earlier, there was a person standing there.
It was a Caucasian man who looked to be in his twenties. He was wearing a black suit, and his body was thin. His skin was pale, and his hair was short. He wore a pair of glasses, and the lenses were covered with a layer of white light. It had to be said that even though he looked creepy, objectively speaking, the man was very handsome.
"Hey … Brother, how did you get in here?" Feng Bujue asked.
"Hehehe …" The man snapped his fingers, and the button that said 'Don't press this' dissolved into data and disappeared. "Isn't it just moving inside a game space? It's very simple, heh heh heh … "He seemed to like the sinister laughter that came out of his throat like this. His laughter was incomparably wretched.
"You're … an NPC? A manager? " Feng Bujue was confused. "Wait a minute … You can't be an NPC. I'm not in the scenario …" He paused. "Hmm … After the open beta, will everyone's log-in lobby be equipped with an AI that's similar to an assistant? That can't be right! Shouldn't that kind of NPC be a sexy woman with a sexy body and wearing revealing clothes? "
"You're overthinking it." The man laughed. "Hehehe … Just treat me as a manager, but I'm afraid you won't be able to get any information about me from the officials. They might tell you that there is no such person."
When Feng Bujue heard that, his expression shifted, and he asked in a serious tone, "You're an Anomaly?"
"Hahahaha …" The man laughed and shook his head. "Hehe … Anomaly, they are at least two dimensions lower than me." He pushed on his glasses and continued. "You can call me Woody, W-O-O-D-Y …"
"Wait a minute." Feng Bujue interrupted. "Who are you? Why are you looking for me? Is that button one of your pranks? "
"Hehe … That button is just a harmless prank," Woody replied. "I'm here because I have some questions for you."
"Let me get this straight … Are you here to ask me on behalf of the Dream Company, or is it just a personal hobby?" Feng Bujue felt like there was something strange about the man before him.
Since this guy was able to appear in his log-in lobby and make adjustments to his environment, there was an eighty percent chance that he was one of Dream Inc's administrators. However, what he said was very problematic. What did he mean by 'just pretend that I'm the administrator' and 'they are at least two dimensions lower than me'? How did he manage to calculate that?
"I come from hell, and due to my work, I have some questions to ask you." Woody's glasses were still glowing, so it was hard to see his expression.
"You bunch of managers are all in the late stages of chuunibyou …" Feng Bujue was instantly reminded of Pan Feng and Hwa Xiong.
"As someone with a mental illness, why would you talk to me about chuunibyou?" Woody replied.
Feng Bujue thought, I knew it … The game company already knows about this. That makes sense … No matter what, all the scenarios so far have all been cleared with zero Terror Points. That should have been listed as abnormal by the system a long time ago. Then … this man's job is to deal with players who are suspected of cheating?
"Hehe … You can think of it that way if you want." Woody chuckled wickedly.
"Huh?" Feng Bujue was startled. "What?" He thought internally, That's impossible, right? Does he know what I'm thinking?
Woody did not continue the conversation. He chuckled and moved on. "Hehehe … First, I want to ask, do you believe in Christianity?"
Feng Bujue knew a thing or two about mind reading, so he did not dwell on what Wu Di had said. He assumed that the man was just playing a trick on him. Hearing Woody's question, he replied, "I believe in science."
"Hehehe … Very good." Woody chuckled. "I'm done with my questions."
"Hey … Big Brother, what's going on? Is this a prank? Is the system recording this? "Feng Bujue asked.
"I don't need you to tell me about the images and voices that already exist in your memory. I've already digested them one minute ago," Woody said. "I just need to confirm that."
Feng Bujue glanced at Woody from the corner of his eyes. He took two steps back and said, "Erm … Big Brother Woody, where did you say you came from?"
"Wherever I came from, that is where you will go, hehehe …" Woody was still chuckling wickedly. "Alright, I have to go. I believe when we meet again, you will be very angry, but that is how life is. Anger is better than despair, isn't it?"
"Wait a minute, you …" Feng Bujue was confused by him. This guy was really baffling.
"Mortal, you are very outstanding and very interesting. You are a suitable candidate. I am prepared to place a bet on you … Hmm … I will place Judas' bag of gold coins on you. That is quite a big bet. Heh heh heh … Don't disappoint me." Woody shrugged and laughed. He turned around and walked into the mirror wall of the elevator.
After Woody entered the mirror, his body suddenly twisted. His body turned into a black demon. His appearance was indescribable. If the eyes were the windows to the soul, then the demon had broken through the window in an instant and directly tore apart the human's spiritual world.
At that moment, Feng Bujue felt an emotion that should not exist — fear.
He could no longer feel this feeling physically, but at that moment, it was as obvious as a branding iron in his heart. There was no doubt that this was fear, and it was the kind of fear that was engraved in his bones and would never be erased.
Staring at the formless demon, it was as if his soul was firmly grasped by a demonic palm and could be pulled out of his body at any time and disappear into nothingness.
After an unknown amount of time, Feng Bujue came back to his senses. He was still in shock and instinctively looked at the time on the wall. It had only been a few seconds since he last looked away. He could not calm down and asked himself, "What was that just now? Was it reality or an illusion? Could it be … the shadow in my brain has spread and caused new symptoms? "
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