Players' NPC boss

After a short pause, Penguin realized the seriousness of the problem.

In short, the player became a member of the game maker. He had the design drawings of two-thirds of World B in his hands, and they were extremely detailed, accurate to the placement of each stone.

This was a very serious matter, which meant that two-thirds of that side of the world became a private customization for the player.

This world was openly placed there, allowing players to experience and record data at will, and the sense of unknown in it was the most attractive to players.

Even if you have walked on a road, the next time you walk on it, the same road will become brand new due to the changes in the surrounding environment. Not to mention that after joining the earth-shaking, even the direction and location will change, which has almost unlimited possibilities.

The key to the problem is that the player gave birth to the system tree of [Feng Shui Master], which means that the player probably strictly followed the design of [Feng Shui] when making the map, and Feng Shui is a subject that will guide the development of events to a certain extent.

The player who is proficient in Feng Shui and has the design drawings can predict what will happen on the map in the future to a certain extent.

This is feasible and can be done, because the geniuses designed it this way.

They don't register an ordinary player's account, and they go to play for this reason. They can't ignore the fact that they can use Feng Shui to speculate where the probability of obtaining special tasks is higher.

The geniuses completed the design of [Feng Shui], waiting for players to use their imagination to speculate through the terrain.

Even if the players really find that they can do this and try it, there is nothing to worry about. Players don't have accurate data on the internal structure, even if they speculate through Feng Shui, it will be like a lottery, with only a 65% success rate.

But if it is that player, or the geniuses do it themselves, the success rate will be as high as 90%.

This is basically half-cracked game.

If it is a Xiuxian novel, then that player is the one who sees through the secrets of heaven, and the heavens are on the way to silence him.

In front of an extremely familiar black van, Penguin was sweating all over his face, because this van was too familiar.

"Are we really going to do this? I feel like we're treading a little on the edge of the law."

"As long as we don't go in, it'll be fine." Cook put on her gloves skillfully. Although they were lace gloves that matched her Gothic look, Penguin knew that Cook never wore anything that would affect the touch of her fingers for work.

Cook's finger decorations were limited to black nail polish, so wearing gloves now looked like she was preparing to avoid leaving fingerprints for the crime later.

"What are we going to do?"

"What?" The boss snorted coldly, using the coldest tone and the most humble words, "Of course, we're going to ask that player to sell the data to us, otherwise what else can we do."

"Why do I feel... as if you didn't do this before." Penguin scratched the back of his head, feeling a bit uncomfortable.

"Are we no longer the young and frivolous people we were back then? With so many players waiting for us to serve, how can we do such a dangerous thing again?"

"Have you really committed a crime before!?"

For some reason, the geniuses fell silent and turned away from Penguin's sight. Penguin felt more and more that there was something unspeakable.

Then Penguin suddenly realized.

"...Ah~ It's the one who is still tied up. We have to be careful next time."

Penguin touched the back of his head and figured it out. So he stopped struggling and started to work as a laborer, moving the big and small packages of gifts to the car.

Some of them were too heavy, and the boxes marked with cakes made people wonder if they were filled with gold bars like in the TV series.

Looking at Penguin's serious look, the boss couldn't help but exclaimed to the kitchen utensils.

"That thing is so useful. He actually doesn't remember anything."

"I think he must have hypnotized himself and actively stopped himself from remembering." Cookware curled his lips and then took out a helmet, "Just in case, you should take this with you."

"Oh, right."

Penguin turned her head suddenly as if she remembered something. Cookware immediately hid the helmet under her skirt and clamped it with her legs.

The feeling of the cool helmet against the inner thigh made Cookware take a breath of cold air.

"Originally, how did you plan to deal with the problem of the vertical hell environment? There is nothing there."

"Of course, use [Repair Vertical Hell] as a long-term activity and let players repair it. Of course, there are also the deaths of whale-fall-type monsters, etc. Of course, the best ending I set before was to be submerged by the sea water of World F."

"At that time, we were more fascinated by deep-sea exploration."

"Fortunately, it failed." Penguin no longer wanted to complain about how many sins the geniuses had done, and fortunately, the players always surpassed what the geniuses imagined.

"Beep, beep--"

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A horn sounded from behind the black van, sounding like dissatisfaction with the black van occupying the sidewalk.

The geniuses moved in an instant, they quickly got on the black van, and then slammed the door shut.

Obviously, things like [vehicle disputes] are still quite scary for geniuses.

"Sorry, sorry, we'll move the car right away." Penguin apologized as he walked towards the driver's seat, and suddenly he was stunned by his reflection in the car window.

He had a [G] badge on his chest, what does that mean? This means that he is a formal employee of a game company that has almost completed a monopoly and owns a large industrial park. Where is the sidewalk here!

Is it an assassination! ?

Penguin subconsciously pulled off his belt and wrapped it around his fist.

He calmly approached slowly, but there was a bicycle parked behind the black van.

Assassins these days are really simple.

"Don't be so nervous, I'm just here to deliver something."

A lazy voice came out from behind the black van, and then a courier package was placed on the ground.

The moment Penguin's sight was attracted by the courier package, the person behind the black van rode away slowly. Penguin immediately chased after him, but found that he could only see a back figure.

"What a master! He can catch my weakness."

Penguin put his eyes on the courier package, picked it up and weighed it twice, and found it was a hard drive after opening it. There was also [Design Drawing] written on the hard drive.

"Ha, it was stolen." Penguin smiled helplessly, turned the hard drive in his hand, and found a letter stuck on the back.

There was only one simple sentence in it.

"This world does not have to collect totem incarnations. It seems that it can be restored through the principle of Qiankun Bagua... What does this mean?"