Chapter 66

Even after two days have passed, the atmosphere of the forum was still boiling . Many people were sending out their feelings everywhere, except they were all resentments .

What kind of people were easy to cause grudges and then turn themselves into someone’s archenemy? It’s the narrow-minded ones, of course!

Thus, before the Open Beta was released, there was a lot of narrow-minded people who had already started to provoke others, preparing for a death or alive fight in Player Killing Mode . Of course, the primary condition was that they had to reach level 15 and above in order to enter this playing mode . Moreover, both sides had to be certain that they could win, and only then would the fight begin .

Narrow-minded people were really afraid of losing reputation since the linings they had weren’t really good .

If they lost the fight, they would also lose their face . But if they won, they would never show respect to the other . That’s why they are narrow-minded .

If those narrow-minded players lost without any straightforward proof, they would say reasons to make up for their loss, such as ‘your playing time is longer than mine’, ‘your equipment is better than mine’, or ‘your level is higher than mine’ . And, there are two sharper cases, which were ‘not in the mood’ and ‘no explanation’ .

It was easy to beat a gentleman . If you want to finish a villain, you have to be able to defeat him bare-handed, and you also need to bring a dozen of people to witness your fight . Better to have your game recorded then . Then, the small-minded will accept his lost and make you his archenemy for the rest of his life .

These two days, Feng Bujue didn’t care about the game . Spending these two days with noodles, he had been focusing on his novel as he had finished the draft for this month . Besides, Arthas now knew that the sandbox was his litterbox .

On Tuesday morning, Thriller Paradise opened again . This time, it was the Open Beta Version .

Feng Bujue wasn’t online . Obviously, the time they had opened the game was the time he was still sleeping . It was really hard for him to adjust his biological clock, and he didn’t want to mess it up one more time . After all, he could save one meal per day if he went to bed at 4:00 AM and got up at noon .

At 1:30 PM, Feng Bujue filled Arthas’ bowl with cat food then cleaned the sandbox . After Feng Bujue served his master well, he lied into the game cabin .

Besides the pop-ups which constantly appeared on his screen, after Feng Bujue had logged in, he didn’t find any significant changes .

He opened his menu and glared at his friend list . None of the four names displayed there were online .

“A . . . I’m really free,” Feng Bujue self-deprecatingly talked to himself with a lazy tone .

There were no new features in his user interface, but it looked better and more beautiful . Besides, the introduction of the game was more complete . The problem Feng Bujue had raised last time, which was ‘which items after being brought out of the scenario wouldn’t show in the calculation for rewards’, could be found in the FAQs section .

After he had read the information, Feng Bujue went to sort out his bag .

Currently, his bag capacity was 7/10 with the following items: the Mario’s Pipe Wrench, the Hatred Eye, a Western Chef Knife, a baseball bat, M1911A1 Pistol, the Echo Armor, and a bag of garlic .

The anti-virus serum for Virus Z was an item related to the plot, thus he couldn’t bring it out of the scenario . In the previous scenario, on his way from the Allerbmu Building to the guns shop, Feng Bujue had thrown them away . Both him and Little Tan had injected themselves with the serum already, and the other two GMs had a passive skill that could resist any kind of viruses in low levels scenarios . Thus, the serum was useless to them .

His flashlight was smashed by the herd of zombies at the basketball court . Lucky for him, he still had a spare one in the login space . About the bag of garlic, Feng Bujue had a feeling that he wouldn’t need this item afterwards . Moreover, it wasn’t a rare item, so he just chose to delete the item in his menu . His Winchester and the relevant bullets were handed to Little Tan . The M1911A1 was still fully-loaded, but he didn’t have any extra bullets for it . After he had destroyed the bag of garlic and added a new flashlight, there were still seven slots occupied in his bag .

After organizing his bag, he turned around and walked towards the next metal room to receive his bonuses . The system’s voice then arose, “Right now, you can choose the area you want to enter . “

The voice prompt was over, and the area next to the elevator booth, which used to be empty, suddenly lit up with the light formed by data . It soon created a rectangle operation area . Once the image materialized, five buttons as big as an adult’s fist appeared, with words written on them, namely, ‘Storage’, ‘Conference Room’, ‘Mall’, ‘Box of Fear’ and ‘Don’t push this one’ .

Obviously, the last button had drawn Feng Bujue’s eyes .

“Eh, don’t push this… what does that mean?” A strange expression appeared on his face . “If you don’t want others to press it, then don’t create it . This makes people want to press it anyway . “

After seconds of hesitations, he couldn’t help but to poke it . The backlight of the button flashed then… well then .

Feng Bujue waited for 30 seconds, but nothing happened . He couldn’t help but say, “What is that? A joke?”

“Muahahahaha… he pressed it . ” A completely despicable laughter came along from behind Feng Bujue .

He turned around to see a man standing in a corner just several steps away from him .

It was a white man, who looked over 20 years old, wearing a black suit . He was slender, had pale skin and short hair, and wore a pair of glasses, which were sparkling with white light . It could be said that although the guy had a despicable temperament, objectively, he looked handsome .

“Hey bro, how did you get in here?” Feng Bujue asked .

“Muahahaha . . . ” That man clapped his hands and the ‘Don’t push this one’ button turned into a group of data and disappeared . “Isn’t it just moving around in the game? It’s simple . Muahahaha…” He seemed to love laughing evilly from his throat, which was vulgarly vile .

“Are you an NPC? Or a Game Master?” Feng Bujue suspiciously said, “Wait a minute, you can’t be an NPC . I’m not in any scenarios right now . “

He paused for a while before continuing, “Yeah, so every player would have an AI in their login space as a personal assistant in the Open Beta? It can’t be . But aren’t NPCs usually the hot chicks with exposing costumes?”

“You’ve thought too much,” that man laughed, “muahahaha, just consider that I’m a Game Master . Anyway, you can’t find out any information about me . They would possibly tell you that there’s no one like me who exists . “

When Feng Bujue heard that, his visage slightly changed; he spoke with a somber tone, “Are you a Derivative?”

“Muahahaha,” that man laughed again and shook his head, “oh, the Derivatives, they are at least two dimensions lower than me . ” He pushed his glasses and continued, “You can call me Woody, W-O-O-D-Y . . . “

“Wait a second,” Feng Bujue interrupted him, “who are you? Why did you come for me? That button is just a joke, right?”

“Muahahaha, that button is just an innocuous joke, and it doesn’t affect the whole picture,” Woody answered, “I came to ask you something . “

“Let me make it clear, are you a representative of Dream Inc . , or it’s just your personal intention?” Feng Bujue had a feeling that he couldn’t describe this man with words .

“This guy can appear in my login space, and he can adjust the settings . 80% chance that he is a Game Master of Dream Inc . , but his words are confusing . What do the statements ‘consider me as a Game Master’, and ‘they are at least two dimensions lower than me’, mean? How do I calculate that?”

“I came from hell . As a requirement for work, I need you to confirm something . ” Light always danced on his glasses, preventing people from looking into his eyes .

“You Game Masters are all at the late stages of the eighth-grade disease,” Feng Bujue immediately recalled the two dummies Pan Feng and Hua Xiong .

“As a person who has an incomplete mentality, are you sure you want to discuss eighth-grade disease with me?” answered Woody .

Feng Bujue thought, “Indeed, the game producers knew it . Alright then, since the very first scenario, my Fear Value has always been 0 . The system would soon list me into the list of abnormal data . So, this man’s work is to deal with cheating players?”

“Muahahaha, it’s okay if you think so . ” Woody evilly laughed .

“Crap?” Feng Bujue was dazed . “What?” he thought, “no way, he can read my mind?”

Woody didn’t answer him . After laughing some more, he started to question, “Muahahaha . First I want to ask, do you believe in Christianity?”

Feng Bujue understood the mind-reading tricks somehow . Thus, he didn’t think much about what Woody just said as he assumed that it was just a little trick . He answered, “I quite believe in science . “

“Muahahaha, excellent!” Woody smiled and said, “I’m done . “

“Hey, Da-Ge, what’s going on? A prank? Is the system streaming live now?” Feng Bujue asked .

“The memory stores images and sounds . You don’t need to tell me . I have digested everything one minute ago,” Woody said, “I just need to confirm that . “

Feng Bujue glared at Woody, took two steps back and said, “Bro, Woody-Ge, where did you say you come from?”

“Where I come from is where you will go, muahahaha,” Woody still had that despising laughter, “good . I gotta go now . I think you’ll be angry when we meet up again . However, that’s life . Anger is much better than desperation, right?”

“Wait a second, you…” Feng Bujue felt like he was spinning around and didn’t understand anything—this man was really mysterious .

“Mortal, you are excellent, also very interesting . You are a suitable candidate; I will bet on you . Yeah, I’ll just put the Judas’ bag of gold here . This is expensive . Haha, don’t fail me . ” Woody smiled, shrugged and turned around . He then walked through the glass wall in his elevator booth .

After entering the glass wall, Woody’s body became twisted and instantly turned into a ghostly black phantom, which was hard to describe with words . If the eye was the window of the soul, that ghostly image could jump through the window and directly tear off the mental world of humans .

At this moment, Feng Bujue had a feeling that shouldn’t exist—fear .

Physically, he was unable to be stirred up with this feeling . But at this moment, it existed, clear and loud . No doubt that this was fear—a fear that would be carved into someone’s soul, and this intimidating feeling would be there forever .

Staring at that specter phantom, one would immediately feel that their soul is being held in a big hand, which could be dragged out of their body at any minute and vanish into naught .

Not knowing how long it had been, Feng Bujue had finally composed himself . He had not fully recovered his cognition yet, and instinctively, he looked at the clock on the wall—only ten seconds had passed since he shifted his gaze . He found it hard to calm down the torrential feelings in his heart . “What just happened? Is it real or just an illusion? Is it because… the shadow in my brain has expanded causing a new symptom?”

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