Forces of Temptation

A game of fate is over, and they win.

The soul of the chess piece has no sustenance, like a small animal that has returned with joy, re-scattered and drilled into the forest of words.

The winner is free, and the loser continues to play against the door.

Nan Zhou stood beside the mummified corpse and asked the one-legged tin soldier NPC with a gun: "How long does it take to play chess?"

The one-legged tin soldier said, "Go down and someone will take his place."

Nan Zhou: "Who is it?"

One-legged Tin Soldier: "The same 'people' as you."

Speaking, the tin soldier turned his head and looked at the tin soldiers who were only the length of a human calf and were lined up by the wall after finishing their patrol. And the same 'people' as them."

Nanzhou was not surprised by this result.

The tin soldiers standing against the wall are all players trapped here.

They either violated the rules, were eaten up by the story, and turned into numb puppets.

The chess player, sitting here as another withered corpse.

Nan Zhou couldn't help but think of the tin soldier who would only take advantage of the terrain, climb the bookshelf, and find out where he and Li Yinhang were going.

The captain of these tin soldiers seems to be more intelligent than the soldiers behind him.

These walking corpses may not be able to leave the library after years of boring games.

They were fired into dwarf tin soldiers, leading other tin soldiers with no soul and no story, and the machinery performed a patrol mission every half hour.

The stories that belong to them, together with their thinking, are forever sealed under a layer of shiny silver and tin.

Nanzhou is still thinking about another thing.

In the few days after finishing the [Full Moon Fear] dungeon and entering the "Homeland Island" to rest, Nan Zhou continued to pick up his unlocking skills and tossed a handful of The broken lock removed from the blacksmith's door in "Homeland Island" for free, while watching a lot of swiped messages on the World Channel.

After a period of operation, the functions of the World Channel were rapidly developed and matured.

In the game of "Gravity", the number of players who tried to get past through various sidelines and the number of players in the next instance was about 3 to 2.

There are very few players who are willing to share their own dungeon information, and all kinds of information are also mixed, and it is difficult to distinguish between true and false.

But everyone came to a fairly consistent conclusion.

—Until now, no player has entered a duplicate instance.

And there is not a single copy that Gravity originally had.

Players seem to have fallen into a kaleidoscope with no end and endless possibilities, and can only barely survive under the bizarre halo.

Then, these players trapped in the library are likely to be another "humanoid".

Because of this, the stories they left behind are the kind of weird and incomprehensible words.

—for example.

In the game copy of a semi-open world, there is a library, which stores a large number of books that can be investigated and browsed.

The game will be translated into various languages, Chinese, English, Russian, Japanese and French.

When Chinese players enter the game, they will select Chinese in the "Language Bar", so the books in the bookshelf will naturally be translated into Chinese.

Some games that are done well enough will even change the contents of the bookshelf according to the nationality of the player.

However, this game also accepts foreign players who log in through other servers.

At this time, Nanzhou, who is a gamer, and the humanoid creatures who used to be gamers have equal status and authority.

The game may translate the book into a language they can understand, but it will not change the original data left by the original player.

So the story of the original player being swallowed up is the unknown text that cannot be deciphered.

But when the player also becomes one of the props of the game, the game can naturally manipulate them like a marionette at will, allowing them to speak words that players in other dimensions can understand.

The only thing that can prove their existence is the storybook that devoured all of their past and placed them on the shelf.

It's just that they may not be able to read the story that once belonged to them.

If the frog webbed palm obtained from [Fear of the Full Moon] is considered as physical evidence, this trip to the library logically completes Nan Zhou's judgment more comprehensively.

—In this corner of this multi-dimensional world, they and other humanoid players are playing the same game of unknown purpose.

Thinking of this, Nan Zhou asked the one-legged tin soldier, "Are you a player too."

"Me? I'm not."

The one-legged tin soldier held the slightly inclined gun body and stood in a slightly funny "eight".

"I've always been here. Waiting for someone to come, waiting for a new friend to take over my old friend's chess game. At least... New friends can cry, scold, and know how to talk."

The One-Legged Tin Soldier is the original NPC.

The instance has been in the game since the moment it was born.

On the one hand, it abides by the rules of attracting people given to it by the copy, and on the other hand, it is troubled by the loneliness that the personality given to it by the copy must bring.

So, out of selfish desire to have more lively, talking friends, it won't give players too many hints.

Nanzhou looked at it with understanding in her eyes.

Just like he understands Xiao Ming trapped in the house and the broken college students on the snowy mountain.

Nan Zhou asked him, "When can you leave?"

The one-legged tin soldier said, "I'll be here until the end."

Nan Zhou seems to have understood: "What is 'end'?"

The one-legged tin soldier: "I don't know."

Nan Zhou: "Do you know what kind of world is outside the door?"

One-legged Tin Soldier: "I used to wonder."

Speaking, it patted its broken leg.

"When you burn a leg, you don't want to know."

Nanzhou was silent.

A former NPC reached out and patted the NPC in front of him on the shoulder.

The Tin Soldier did not seem to expect such comfort.

It held the gun, tried to stand up straight, aimed at Nanzhou, watched it quietly for a while, and then gave a standard European military salute.

The exploration of Nanzhou and the others in the mini-game in this dungeon is completely over.

When passing by the door, Nan Zhou glanced outside.

There is no specific figure sitting outside the door.

The door is just the door.

The opponent of the mummy seems to be the door itself.

The one-legged tin soldier, the patrolling tin soldier, and the skinny mummy were all locked inside by this door that seemed to have life, and could not touch the light of the outside world.

Nanzhou did not stop needlessly.

He, along with Jiang Fang and Li Yinhang, stepped into the bright light outside.

After stepping out of the open door of the library, the surrounding light suddenly dimmed.

They returned to the long brain corridor.

After more than an hour, the maddening sound of chewing at a constant speed actually continued.

The continuous cracking sound, even the soft marrow blanket under their feet trembled slightly.

The light of the flashlight can only illuminate the place two and a half steps away, making the already cramped corridor even more suffocating.

Nan Zhou raised the flashlight and looked back.

The door they came out from has completely disappeared.

As if chewed and devoured by a wriggling wall.

This time, the three "Cube Ark" did not rush into the next room.

A complex, uneven and well-connected corridor.

Wacky texture with a slightly sticky feel.

A thin screeching sound on the "carpet".

The sound of echoing teeth crunching food muffled in the skull.

In addition to these, there is also the copy keyword [brain invasion] for indexing…

Nanzhou can basically be sure that this is a human brain.

It's just that he didn't know why this art building with the most complex and exquisite structure in the world was specially opened to them.

They spent nearly an hour walking around this mimetic brain apartment.

With a little light, they walked through every dark and hazy small fork in the road, and found out the location of all the doors.

Including the library they had just visited, a total of six doors were opened in the skull.

It is conceivable that behind each door, there will be a small world with its own special functional area and full of possibilities.

Even this mysterious brain area, under normal circumstances, may be less than the size of a pine cone.

Nan Zhou asked: "Shall we go to the next door?"

Jiang Fang asked with a smile: "You guess the library is the forehead of the brain. Which door do we want to open next?"

Nan Zhou shook his head and answered every question from Jiang Fang seriously: "I don't know how large the scale is, it is difficult to judge. Moreover, the function of the brain is only roughly divided, so it is difficult to judge. The nature after going out can only be guessed slowly based on the characteristics it shows."

Jiang Fang smiled.

It is precisely because of Nan Zhou's appearance that he particularly likes to tease him to talk more.

Li Yinhang was disturbed by the sound of chewing for a long time, covered his ears with his hands, and concentrated on reading their lips.

She asked, "Go?"

To go is to go.

They chose to walk through the second door that was relatively close in line to the first door that disappeared.

After his eyes could see things again, Nan Zhou put down his hands and quietly watched the grassland he was in.

It is said to be grassland, the color matching and scene here are more similar to a dream.

The sky is flat and the earth is flat.

The two squares are curved and intersected.

The heaven and the earth meet, like a huge flat almond, and also like a huge eye.

In this eye-shaped world, everything seems so peaceful.

Green grass, square and wrist.

White clouds are like silk, embellished in the blue sky.

A pale pink fluffy lamb hugged its four hooves and rolled on the grass.

All happiness-related colors are fused together.

All the good memories seem to be gathered here.

And in such a beautiful scene, a young girl with splendid silk hair like gold appeared in front of them with her arms behind her back.

A new welcome to this door has appeared.

Her expression was very gentle, and the little freckles on her cheeks did not detract from her cuteness.

When she smiled, the tip of her small nose would wrinkle slightly.

She raised her hand and pulled up her skirt, made an elegant curtsy to them, and said with a smile:

"Hello."

"Allow me to invite you to a game."

Nanzhou did not let down her guard.

None of the three relaxed.

Because they all noticed that the girl's hands were covered with snow-white bandages and gauze.

A thick layer of blood oozes from the edge.

These scarred hands make Li Yinhang think of a childhood story.

"This game only needs a real player."

Speaking, she raised her **** palm and said in a very gentle tone: "Now, please choose two partners from among you and become beautiful wild swans."