Miss Su tries to survive in the world of reincarnation

Everyone thinks so, including himself - in fact, he is a very standard shadow book character in urban life.Good things can't find him, and bad things happen occasionally.Work and life are unknown, except for the attendance sheet, the leaders basically don't think of him.

The sense of presence is low, that's basically it.

And such a player with a low sense of presence can naturally get a hobby.

Watching people - that's his preference.He is very good at hiding in the shadows, witnessing emotions one after another.He thought that he would maintain this preference until he died normally.But he didn't expect that one day, eating melons would actually eat his own head.

Of course, that's an extra topic, and it's not important here-what matters is his observation and judgment of the world and the team.

The world is real, and it is real.Whether it is the main god or those seniors.Or maybe the ship under his feet is called Gran Sefer - he seems to have heard of it on some game forum - it is undoubtedly the real thing.And all but one accepted and acknowledged that fact.

That person was Chu...the only newcomer who was unwilling to reveal his full name until now.His gentle and sunny face hides scrutiny and questioning, and only by observing very carefully can it be possible to discover such secrets.

Anderson discovered the secret -- but he didn't think it was a big deal.Because in his observation, everyone on this ship has unique secrets, and everyone has extraordinary abilities.

Not counting the captain who left early and the four seniors she took away.Among the members on the ship, Miss 'Hecate' is the most dangerous one - she always looks at everyone with very gentle eyes, with a vague smile, and speaks in a soft voice She is angry, and only shows other emotions when the captain communicates with her-she treats everyone equally, and equal treatment means that everyone is the same in her eyes.

His eyes were soft, but Anderson didn't dare to look at her for even a second.He always felt that as long as he met the other party's line of sight even once, he would be completely seen through.What's more likely is that he has already revealed everything, and now he is just deceiving himself.

The second is the middle-aged gentleman code-named 'Mars' - Anderson always felt like he had seen him somewhere.Maybe it's a poster, maybe it's TV.Although not very impressive, he should be a big man in reality.And he did act like a big man—talkative, amiable, infectious.On Gransefa, he is the individual who has the most contact with new people.A large part of the newcomers were smoothly appeased by him, and a certain relationship of trust was established.

Compared with the captain who has been unable to find anyone, he seems more suitable to be a leader.But he was very careful not to make any influential decisions.That might suggest some kind of self-knowledge, but it could also be that he doesn't have much of an impact on this team.

Anderson thought to himself, as he wandered on Gransafe—the seniors had no restrictions on their movements, they could enter any unlocked door.And in these open portals, there are even large weapon warehouses with complete ammunition.

The third senior called himself 'Typhon', a black man, and from his actions and speech, it could be confirmed that he lacked self-confidence.But he was a little proud, obviously he had some reliable reliance... No, it was not a reliance, but a skill, and he had a skill that he could be proud of.And the reason why he is proud is because he feels that he can rely on this to be useful to the team.

Ahh...a team that sticks together.No matter how you look at it, they seem to be a group of positive people.

Looking up, there is a figure on the observation deck at the top of the hull.Staying there is the fourth senior, a woman codenamed 'Iluvita'... No, maybe the word girl is more appropriate.There is still innocence in her eyes, but her actions are full of determination.She doesn't like to communicate with unfamiliar people very much, she just stays quietly at the top of the airship, inspecting every change in the sky and the earth.

Sentinels, scouts.This should be her position - Anderson didn't observe her too much, because such people are often very sensitive to being observed.Although he felt that it would be okay if he took a few more peeps, it really didn't meet his personal principles.

Leave the bridge and go to the many buildings inside the hull.Anderson went straight into the weapons training ground open to newcomers.Some people are already inside, some are doing reaction training, and some are wearing lightweight exoskeletons for training, holding rifles and firing at the moving target at the end of the training ground.

The targets are solid, as solid as the inner walls of this training ground—even high-risk weapons such as rocket launchers are provided in this training ground.And when it bombarded the inner wall, it couldn't even blow off the wall skin.

'Some kind of magic' - that's what Anderson thought.At the same time, he also felt that there was some kind of secret calculation in the veteran's behavior of opening up the arsenal.But what it was for, he couldn't think of it at all.

Insufficient information, no thinking—the newcomers in the training ground paused for a moment when Anderson walked in the door.Turning his head, he was startled when he saw him, and then nodded to him.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Anderson." It was Ella, Ella Campbell, who practiced the gun.The former Navy cadet has been working most aggressively on his shell since his recovery.Her movements are standard and her reactions are quick.The time it takes to master a powered exoskeleton is also very short.There is no doubt that she must have been the top class honor student in the Greek Naval Academy.If not, she would not enjoy the fate of being liquidated by a dagger mixed with heavy metal.

She must have done something big in her world—something that made some big guy hate her so much that he would watch her suffer and die slowly after stripping her of her honor.If she hadn't entered this world, then she would probably have been half-dead for at least a month before she could get a long overdue death.

Anderson nodded, smiling modestly.He knows how to get along with such a hot-blooded young man, and the secret is to be friendly without being annoying.

"Have you been practicing?" He asked casually, picking up the pistol on the training table.It is not fluent or dragging on the ground, aiming, aiming at the distant target, and pulling the trigger.

There were a few explosions, and a shot hit a fixed target 20 meters away.

"Although I feel that we may not be able to play, but if we get familiar with it, we won't be in a hurry." Ella patted the lightweight exoskeleton on her body. This thing was modified by Dorothy. Even if it has no power, it can be worn on the There is not much load on the body.

"And... I'm very interested in this. If we had this kind of equipment in our hands at the time..."

Ella's words were a bit vague, but just from the literal point of view, she seemed to want to confide.However, Anderson is very aware of the depth of his friendship with the other party, and also understands that this is not a place where a drawbridge effect can occur.

He just nodded and kept firing.

'Boom—' This shot hit the fifth ring.It can only be said that it did not miss the target.

He left from the training table, and just as he expected, the ex-naval cadet continued to pick up his weapon, continuing the training focused and earnestly.

Very energetic, very good.

Stepping aside, he saw Alea doing dodge exercises—dodging a tennis ball that would automatically change direction in the air.Her expression was focused and serious, ignoring the surrounding environment at all.And at the edge of the training ground, he saw Shimei leaning against the porthole and smoking a cigarette with a dejected expression.

In less than two days after arriving in Gran Sefa, this French-Chinese who doesn't even know what is called romantic has already approached all the women on board, and ended in complete failure.And there is no doubt that he must have suffered another natural defeat at Elea's a few minutes ago.

It was awkward, but Anderson admired him.

At least if it was him, he would definitely not dare to walk in front of that frightening Miss Hecate.Say to her——"Miss, am I lucky enough to know your name?" This kind of nonsense.

He paid a heavy price for this. Miss 'Hecate' hung him on the mast with a smile on her face, and floated along the air current for a full three to ten minutes. Real name's intelligence deaf to the slack.But even so, within a few minutes after this, he broke away from his pale face and weak feet, and entered the pace of courting another lady.

It's a formidable skill, a tough dough.It was originally a shocking emphasis on rules, but he abruptly turned it into a comic theater.After that, he cast his net even more widely, even the very timid and pitiful Miss Lamia, so that the latter would run away when he saw him.

——I'd rather not go there now.

——Maybe they will be regarded as his kind.

Anderson thought, so he left the training hall.In addition, there is no need for Miss Ailea to communicate too much.Because she seems to have been stimulated, although she believes that this is a real different world.But he remained vigilant and questioned everyone around him.

Maybe they were betrayed by something, someone close to them or something—according to the veterans, the people who come here have more or less psychological problems.And accountants... When the company goes wrong, there is a high possibility that they will be pushed out by the boss to take the blame.

Maybe the boss is her best friend?relative?even family?

It's all possible, and this is a sufficient condition for not asking for trouble.On top of this Grace method, only Miss Lamia can get closer to her.After all, compared to a group of unfamiliar adults, a timid, cowardly little girl who can only "woo..." and "噫—" can obviously provide a little... psychological advantage.

But where did Lamia go?

Anderson walked out the door, and he seemed to see a small figure flashing past the border of his vision—although this little German girl was shy and autistic, she had a very unique talent.That is, she can find a place to hide anytime and anywhere, and once she hides, it is very difficult to find, as if she is wearing a portable camouflage, and if she stands anywhere, no one else can see it.

Interesting, this kind of person... is very rare.

Anderson stood there thinking for a few seconds, finally shook his head and laughed.Without doing anything, he walked towards the direction of his room.

Among the seven newcomers, that Mr. Fiore is a squatting at home, and perhaps the most calm player.He rarely leaves the room he is in.Being able to sit on a stool and look at a chessboard, or sandbox, or other strategic things can last for hours.

Anderson didn't know his level of strategy, but he knew that Mr. Chu had approached him several times.Say something that he, an ordinary white-collar worker, can't understand, and then spend his time playing chess or deducing the sandbox—that Mr. Chu seems to have a soft spot for a kind of overhead strategic game deduction based on the Americas.I even discussed it with Fiore into the wee hours of the morning yesterday.

So... Presumably, what they are doing now should be similar to what they did before.

His eyes turned to the direction of the two people's room.

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"An ordinary murderer." Dorothy snorted softly, her eyes detached from the real-time monitoring, she paid attention to the space carrier, and watched it all the time.

— "What happened, Dorothy?"

Su Qingyue's voice sounded from the soul link.She'd been filling gaps all over Britain before, making sure she didn't end up being a joke.

"It's nothing, it's just a retired professional assassin who set foot on Gran Sefa. He made an assassination plan and then gave up when calculating the feasibility. It's just a newcomer's occupational disease, and it's not a big deal."

——"Professional killer? Is there such a person among the newcomers? I didn't even see it..."

"Well, I can't tell it's normal. His motor nerves have been disabled for several years. He has only eyesight and physical strength of ordinary people, but he no longer has the mobility of a killer. I have also come into contact with similar people before, so I just found out. But don’t worry, he’s not a threat—I’ll make sure there won’t be any newcomers who pose a threat.”

Her gaze swept across the screen, and every communication, connection, and influence expansion behavior of a certain man surnamed Chu on Gransafa was under her gaze.And all the key nodes were easily dismantled by her-that Mr. Shimei is a very useful tool, as long as he is allowed to continue to carry out social terrorism, then there will be no possibility of a hidden newcomer alliance front here.And this is also an important reason why Mr. Chu can only play military chess deduction with Italians now.Because he has nothing to do now.

——"Well, thank you for your hard work. Dorothy, it won't take long for the Nanyanzhou team to arrive. We have to prepare the final response now."

"Leave it to me, Wang Shu." Dorothy nodded, and responded with a code name outside the mind link. "Gransepha is now approaching the English Channel. I guess we'll be meeting the Millennium Fleet soon."

"Hmm." Hundreds of miles away, on the seashore, at the top of a certain military base.Su Qingyue stared into the distance, while the base under her feet was already in full swing, gathering the torrent of steel——her gaze was fixed into the distance, and it was in the depths of the strait beyond the point where her line of sight extended.The gigantic airship of the millennium was already in her mind.

"The moonlight has seen them," she said, telling Dorothy.Also said to the British Legion ready to go.

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Empire 4 is ready to play, yes!

Section 120 Seven o Countdown: 7 minutes

—Someone is watching me.

——In reality, from the eyes of human beings... Is it the phantom of Iris?Or Dorothy Utopia?

——I should say that the world in this painting is constructed delicately and meticulously.Or was my judgment wrong?

Pushing a chess piece forward cuts off the key nodes of the battle situation.This means the end of the outcome, the end of the game.

"General. In this way, the group of survivors you lead will be disintegrated due to the loss of the leader. They will be exposed to the harsh cursed environment and wear down rapidly. Everyone will die, and you will lose."

On the opposite side of the chess game, Fiore with a beautiful moustache mercilessly pushed down the chess pieces owned by Chu.He has achieved complete victory in the rules constructed by Chu.And smile with victory.

"The rules are very favorable to the monster side, Chu. The failure is not because of your strength." He picked his beard and moved his spine and fingers that were a little stiff from sitting for too long. "Maybe you can change some parameters to make this game a little fairer."

"Not in all competitions, both parties involved are symmetrical." Chu shook his head.Put away the scattered chess pieces. "The goal of monsters is to destroy humans, and the goal of humans is to find a safe place to recuperate. The goals are different, and the difficulty and advantages are naturally different. Moreover, losing is losing."

He sighed and got up from the edge of the chessboard.He is not someone who can afford to lose, and he admits his failure.

and guesswork errors.

"You just cherish the chess pieces too much." Fiore also stood up and stretched. "In a strategy game, chess players must treat any piece in their hands calmly and rationally. The goal is to win, so you can't be afraid of sacrifice. In fact, you have many opportunities to choose to abandon some people who are of little value. resources, and reduce the difficulty...or do you regard this strategy of using troops as a test for yourself?"

--test?How is it possible...all I have paid for it so far...

"I'm just more involved." Chu shrugged, but the emotion on his face did not change. "I've been thinking, if those people are real. Living, breathing, laughing and dancing, and their life and death are pinned on me and trust my decision. Then... work harder, yes Wouldn’t it be possible to let more people survive?”

"It seems that you have a dream of being the savior, Chu." The Italian shook his head, but slightly changed the direction of the topic. "But the benevolent cannot manipulate the army. This is a proverb on your side. If you want to win, you must sacrifice. If you want to reduce the sacrifice, you must have a strong force yourself. And if you are not strong, then sacrifice a little more, It is necessary to ensure the final winning rate. When dealing with data, this should be done. And if it is a person..."

Italian, hesitated a little.

"If it's a human?" Chu raised his eyebrows.

"If you are human, you should be more ruthless. If you can really be in that position, your importance will override all chess pieces. Let key leaders take risks lightly in order to reduce attrition Not a good strategy. Because as long as you're around, there's hope for the rest of you."

Chu was silent for two seconds, then suddenly smiled softly.He waved his hand and walked towards the outer end of the door.

"I'll try to change the rules like this next time. Let's try again then."

He said, he goes and doesn't stay.

And when he left in such a gesture that seemed to be escaping from reality.The Italians also kept the chessboard and the table under it clean.Then sat back on the edge of his seat.

He vaguely guessed something, but he was too lazy to say more.

after all……

"There is only one path for a successful person, and there are many paths for a loser. If you want to save the world and revolutionize the world, how can you not pay a huge price?"

He said softly, his vision was filled with brilliant fire when his eyes closed.He seems to have returned to a certain point in the past.The noisy city, the continuous gunfire, the flag raised high, the bloody charge... and the sudden, precise and deadly betrayal - if his memory is not interrupted, then he is fulfilling his last wish 'have a good time' Put strategy games 'after, at noon that day will be hanged on the gallows.And I was able to live until now because I clicked on that sudden pop-up window.

I have already lived two days longer, and it doesn't matter what happens next.

Although the people who play chess with him are of the same kind, there are huge differences in essence.There is a high probability that he will not listen to his cryptic advice.And there is no need to continue wasting effort in vain.

He closed his eyes and stopped thinking.The atmosphere in the air gave him an idea of ​​what was likely to happen next.But he didn't want to continue the struggle for a long time, and decided to put himself on a useless position.

Long sleep, sleep.

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——My guesses were all wrong, here is the line where the possibility of drawing the world has fallen below the baseline.Fiore Visconti.There is no doubt that he is a real intellectual individual.He can think, think that I can't.And it has a complete and systematic background chain.