Dimensional Chat Room

Chapter 42: Joan and the waste angel

Chapter 42 Joan and the Waste Angel

February 14th, Valentine's Day.

The cold current blowing from Siberia turned into a pale thick cloud in the sky.

White snowflakes fell from the sky, eloquently.

Between heaven and earth, it turned into a vast expanse of whiteness.

"Scenes like this can always be reminiscent of the hatchet hired in Purgatory. It is the end to a tragic death, and the bright red flames roar with misery."

Looking at the white at the door, Ye You said with feeling.

"You?"

The pure white girl slid the high-bang brown shoes into the calf wrapped in velvet jumpsuit. The buttons on the black cotton coat were fastened to the neck, making her look like a bird.

Qiong looked at his brother strangely, he always said strange things sometimes.

"Nothing, let's go."

A purple umbrella slammed open, like a hydrangea blooming in the vast snow.

As soon as he arrived at the teaching building to change the number of indoor shoes, Ye You heard such strong hormone secretion speeches.

"White Day!"

"Ah, I must have been blessed by God. The white season is most suitable for confession."

What a fuss, what's so good about white.

This is also natural. The word ‘atmosphere’ is a very subtle booster that can make people do things that they usually don’t dare to do.

However, for Kato Megumi, this seems to be an optional breeze.

But it was still breeze after all, so she prepared two small gifts, packed in exquisite square boxes.

"Ye You, Qiong."

"Thank you." Ye You and Qiong also sent out their own thoughts separately, although it was just reason.

But the main theme of the school is always learning, so it will not be shaken by this degree of festivals.

When the teacher walked into the classroom with a thick pile of materials, the atmosphere in the class returned to the past.

Ye You logged into the chat room and saw blank space.

"Aozora: Have you finished watching the game life?"

"[] (Empty): I watched a part."

"Aozora: That's it."

Ye You probably understood his mood.

In the first episode of "Game of Life", the blank is summoned to another world, a world where everything is decided by games alone.

If this is true, then the world is no different from a name-it is a game of life.

The game needs to be fresh, and knowing in advance is not interesting.

So the blank is only part of it.

"I'm probably scrapped: [] Playing games is really good."

The waste angel appeared.

Waste angel, neet Ji, blank, they have a lot of time.

"[] (Empty): Because the game is very simple. It has a clear purpose and rules that must be followed. As long as there is probability, there is a way to win."

"[] (Empty): The reality is terrible. As many as seven billion players walk in their own footsteps. Winning too much will be punished."

"[] (Empty): I don’t understand the purpose of the game, there is no data, and even the category is unknown. Even if you follow the established rules, you will be punished, and what’s even more irritating is that people who ignore the rules, Compassionately proud-compared to this kind of bad game like life, any game-too simple."

"Aozora: Uh... calm down, Sora."

"[] (Empty): It's just a bit too exciting."

Knowing that he might be called to a world where everything is decided by games, every cell on the blank body made a pleasant sound.

All that needs to be done now is to maintain a high-spirited attitude and wait for the coming of God.

"I'm probably useless: Although I don't understand what you are talking about, the game is indeed a good thing."

"I'm probably scrapped: I continue to play with my strategy. I just kept hanging up and forgot to give instructions. Now it's the most important turning point."

Hmm, still playing this game? She has been playing for almost two months.

Ye You couldn't help but feel puzzled when he saw the speech of the waste angel.

Is there such a fascinating existence among the games uploaded in the chat room?

So I can’t help asking,

"Aozora: Waste Angel, what game do you play?"

"I'm probably scrapped: don't call me with this name, wait, it seems pretty vivid. The game is nurtured by a saint."

"Sage nurturing?"

...How it smells like Tian Tufan.

Ye You clicks into the upload interface, whether it is the upload of real substances or the upload of network data are universal.

It's just that the item panel and the data panel are separate.

Ye You clicked on the data panel, and he hardly came in normally.

Then, Ye You was surprised to find out——

"Jan of Arc?"

These two words appeared in the interface, the same font as the ID of the chat room member, and when you click on it, you can see the same screen as the video communication.

In the picture, there is only a dark and damp wall, which is a cell without windows.

"How is this going?"

Ye You keenly discovered that this was not a game at all, but a communication video state.

At this time, the waste angel made a terrible sound.

"I'm probably scrapped: it's over, my protagonist is captured."

Hello, wait.

This is terrible.

Even if I don't know why Joan appears in the upload interface, Ye You understands that this is definitely Joan in that world. What is happening, right?

And Ye You, who dared to make such a guarantee, had another proof-that suddenly increased 50-point dimension value.

At that time, Ye You asked Neet Ji, she also increased 20 points.

Did Joan of Arc join in at that time?

Just why is it like this?

Ye You frowned and thought.

When he saw the ‘upload’ interface, he suddenly thought of something blessed.

——What if you upload your consciousness to the chat room?

Since items and data can be uploaded, can consciousness also be uploaded?

Considering Joan's extremely pious faith, this possibility is extremely high.

But now is not the time to consider this.

Joan is facing fire.

"Qingkong: Hey, waste angel. You are in trouble."