online game world gate

Chapter 141 Preparation

As always, the gorgeous golden hall, as always, the huge chandelier shining with dazzling light, as always, the throne that looks domineering but is actually a bit hard and too big, as always, only myself is sitting on this throne, from Over the long stairs above, overlooking the bright red carpet below - there is no one on it.

Even though these are all designed by myself, which are very suitable for my own taste, now I start to think that maybe it is better not to build such a conference.Staying alone in such a vast space, even a gifted boy, would feel a little stressed.

Feng Ming shook his head vigorously, trying to get these negative thoughts out of his mind, but his head hit his knee.It wasn't until then that he realized that he had curled up before he knew it.

"Damn it!" Feng Ming yelled loudly - now he is used to this kind of volume, because he no longer has to worry about disturbing others, and, when he is alone, he can make the surroundings appear lively.

"The qualifiers—has it been held for so long..." Feng Ming muttered "softly", in fact, his voice was louder than the average person's voice, "There are about 50 groups participating in the qualifiers at one time, the most The possible method of competition is a big melee. How can there be a [-] out of [-] elimination rate in the qualifiers? But even so, the time is too long..."

"So, is it the GM's arrangement?" Feng Ming was stunned for a moment before he noticed that he hadn't contacted the outside world for a long time.

"'I want to leave the current world' - I used this method as a screening condition at the time." Fengming frowned, "Even the candidate's information cannot be obtained, that is to say, the remaining people No one here has such an idea?"

"Impossible..." Feng Ming frowned without hesitation and denied his previous hypothesis.

"What's impossible?" A voice that made people feel cold and cynical suddenly sounded in Fengming's hall, although Fengming was still sad because he was alone before, but , at this moment, he was not at all happy, but changed his face, listening to the voice with a dark face and continuing to speak.

"In the final analysis, although the thought of leaving the current world is born of pain and misfortune, in fact, it is purely full of food. In essence, this kind of thought is a precursor to suicide, because It's much easier to kill yourself than to change the world. But when a person really can't survive, he doesn't have time to think about these messy things, and he doesn't think it's better to just kill himself. On the contrary, he I want to do my best to survive no matter what.”

"..." Feng Ming was silent for a while, and suddenly showed a relieved look, "Is that so?"

"Yeah, so it's the same for you. On the basis of living without pressure, you worry about some good things. In the end, because you're used to living such a natural life, you subconsciously ignore death— —No, it should be said that he forgot to die, so he started to die and began to take revenge on society."

"Huh." Feng Ming smiled, raised his hand, and the cane appeared in his hand. Then, he put the cane across his lap, stared at it as if he saw a treasure, rubbed it carefully, and opened his mouth and said, " I'm not taking revenge on society."

"You are." The voice replied decisively, and then changed the subject, "Stop saying hurtful words like this. Did you see me? You were taken aback when I suddenly opened my mouth to speak, Looks more at ease now."

"Yeah." Feng Ming nodded with a smile, but still focused on wiping his cane.

"Ha, I understand. No wonder so many players have 'cleared' your place, but this dungeon did not crash like some dungeons, and you have been safe and sound, alive and kicking as the final boss for every player."

Feng Ming smiled softly: "Although the dungeon boss can be set to be resurrected, it is definitely not immortal. People who don't even realize this - to be honest, they don't have the qualifications to become a boss; but if they realize it, they don't People who have responded to it, or died if they didn’t respond well—so confident in their own luck, it’s better to just be a hero.”

Speaking of this, Feng Ming finally stopped wiping, lay on his back on the seat, raised his cane with his right hand, pointed it above the desk lamp, narrowed his eyes slightly, and said with a smile: "So, which one do you belong to?"

"No, I'm neither. It's better to say that I'm just an innocent passer-by." A middle-aged man's voice sounded, whether it was timbre, intonation, or content, it seemed very ordinary, just like you can see everywhere on the street. Uncle - the voice of talking while hanging upside down...

"..." After Fengming and the uncle looked at each other for more than ten seconds, the corners of their mouths twitched, "No, I'm not talking to you—forget it, let's not talk about that for now. Uncle, you stand with your head down like that Okay? Although it looks handsome, it’s actually uncomfortable when the blood is concentrated in the head, right? And the neck is pulled, and it’s hard to speak—and it’s hard to hear.”

"..." The uncle hesitated for a while, then nodded seriously.

After 1 minute, the corner of Fengming's mouth twitched: "Well, you are coming down. Or what, your nodding is actually a sign of rejection? Even so, you should come down, right? Your face is a little hairy. It's purple."

"Cough-cough..." The uncle opened his mouth, struggled for a while, and finally managed to make a very hoarse voice, "I want to--go down. Can you--pick me up from below? "

"..." Feng Ming rolled his eyes, "You should have said it earlier."

Feng Ming's figure flashed and disappeared on the throne. A second later, he appeared above the chandelier, hugged the uncle who was hanging upside down, and pulled him down. The uncle's feet came out from the ceiling, and he Like a person caught in quicksand and being pulled out, then, Feng Ming grabbed the uncle's waist with one hand, and turned the uncle so that his head was up.

"Ai ai ai?" Feng Ming suddenly disappeared again, leaving only the uncle alone, falling straight down...

"Save-life-ah!" The uncle finally reacted and shouted without hesitation. At the same time, he tried to maintain his body movements, let his feet point down, and unbuttoned his coat. He opened his arms wide, as if to catch the wind and slow down his falling speed.

"What, it feels like you can survive only by yourself." Feng Ming's body appeared behind the falling uncle, supported his shoulders with both hands, and pushed him up hard, and then continued Repeating this action, he said intermittently, "Okay, don't shout, it's too noisy."

With the last push, the uncle was still about two meters away from the ground. Then, the uncle straightened his legs very calmly, leaned forward slightly, bent his legs when his feet touched the ground, and stood on the ground very smoothly. .

"Look, what did I say? Human beings have a strong desire to survive." On the uncle's forehead, he suddenly opened an eye with golden pupils, and made a playful voice.

"...This uncle is a special case. Most people are more likely to be frightened and motionless when they reach this kind of bottom." Feng Ming had already appeared on the throne again, playing with his stick absently.

"Hmph - it makes sense." The golden eyes blinked.

"No, I'm a very ordinary person." The uncle showed considerable dissatisfaction with this, and complained, "I will do this kind of thing this time, and it's just because you coerced me."

"Forced--?" Feng Ming looked up at him with interest, "The 'this kind of thing' you said refers to you entering the dungeon with a large group of believers selected by me, and then seeing through me The layout of the dungeon, separated from the screening venue, and then hid alone in a hidden corner for at least four days? You are really an 'ordinary person'."

"..." The uncle was silent for a while, "I don't know about the layout of your dungeon."

"So that's the case." Feng Ming nodded thoughtfully, "Then, what's your name for Uncle?"

"Miangui's surname is Wang, and each name has a single character."

"Hey! Don't answer for others in such a strange way!" Uncle Wang Li yelled at the golden eye on his forehead.At this time, his appearance is very different from the last time he appeared on the stage. If last time he was just an ordinary white-collar that can be seen everywhere, now he is an ordinary beggar that can be seen everywhere...

The hair is messy, long and greasy, as neglected as the new stubble growing on his face, and the clothes on his body are also a little torn, and stained with some yellow-brown liquid that somehow makes people feel a little disgusting out the stains.

"Hey--providing you with some distinctive attributes can deepen other people's impression of you? Even if I say your name, readers may not be able to remember it. You are the wonderful NPC who helped Kevin smuggle to the United States Well." The voice of the third eye was very pleasant, "Mr. Fengming—right? About me—you can call me Shuangseqiu."

"Hmm... an inexplicable code name." The corner of Fengming's mouth twitched, "Then, who are you? NPC? Player?"

"No, no, I'm a dungeon boss just like you~" Shuangseqiu said happily, "Because of this, I can not be confused by the 'levels' you set up, and notice that your dungeon is really The setup. Interesting - but also a disgusting idea."

"Another dungeon—Boss?" Fengming's eyelids twitched after getting the answer of Shuangseqiu blinking in the affirmative. "

"Hey - I'm the forerunner - Lin Qing's helper." Shuangseqiu seemed to be smiling happily all the time, "When I heard what the forerunner said before, I started to feel strange. Although the difficulty is more reasonable, but infinite Resurrecting—or using a false body as a condition for customs clearance, consumes too much quota for creating copies.”

"Then, after setting up a complex puzzle space, there is actually a very powerful ordinary body that can teleport, and a transformation that wants to overcome very difficult—the most outrageous thing is that under such a premise Next, you can also operate in multiple lines, allowing players or NPCs of many teams to pass the level at the same time, but they are isolated from each other..."

"To be honest, when I became the boss of the instance and wanted to design the instance, I even doubted whether the quota given to you by the GM was much larger than that given to me. It's amazing, you boy."

"Thank you for the compliment." Fengming smiled happily, "You understand, right? In fact, except for one thing, the rest of my quota is used to set the player's clearance conditions. Don't let them beat me. Only the main body can pass the level, this is up."

"Well~" Shuangseqiu blinked happily, "It's all used to strengthen and transform myself, and then set the battlefield in my own body. To be honest, if we didn't get into the intestines before, I wouldn't have thought of it." It will be like this~ Oh, brother Wang Li seems to be a little impatient, let's hurry up and get down to business."

"Then, as you can see, as another dungeon boss, I successfully entered your place, which means that the 'Sao Project' is indeed feasible. Now the competition has begun, and the final condition is about to appear,' It’s almost time for the preparations for the Sao Project to be formally put on the table. In terms of manpower—please?”

　I just discovered that [Heavenly] Dynasty is also a harmonious word...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)