The Righteous Player(s)

　　Annan quickly understood the meaning of the "Book of Crane".

　　 I don’t know whether all the fragments of truth have this function, or whether this is the exclusive authority of the "Book of Crane"... The "authority" he has obtained is what Annan most urgently obtains.

　　—Control the player. In other words, the right to delete numbers.

　　 To be a bit more detailed... If Annan is upset, he can kill you with a word.

　　 With a golden name monster template of a rare elite, Annan felt very panicked.

　　 Based on basic professional understanding, he has a very good understanding of the urine of the "player" group:

　　 Their biggest hole card in the game is immortality.

　　 Therefore, they are fearless and fearless, do not abide by almost all the rules, and rely on the basic thinking mode of "I am happy" to do things. As brave men, they take what they see when they slip through the door and pick the lock; as superheroes, they will take turns in other people's cars to beat people. They will kill innocent passers-by with weapons at will, or attack chickens in the village with their hands.

　　 They have no position at all. After completing the task of helping Party A fight Party B, they can take over the task of helping Party B fight Party A after changing hands. If the NPC posting the task can also be attacked, then they may kill both sides; if the merchant who sells or carries valuables has low combat power (and looks ugly at the same time), he may not survive the next day when he encounters the player; Riding a horse on the street, never looking at the road, driving and never waiting for traffic lights...

　　 In a word, in most cases, players are a group of terrifying saviors who have no sense of justice at all.

　　 There are very few players who can directly substitute into the game environment and have an immersive experience. The vast majority of players are ruthless and ruthless utilitarians.

　　 For players, their only advantage...

　　...Maybe it just looks good.

　　 Players will always be more tolerant of good-looking NPCs or BOSS. Even if they allow a certain degree of whitewashing and a certain degree of willfulness, there will be a group of enthusiastic fans.

　　 But if they don’t look good, they usually don’t have the desire to learn more about this NPC.

　　 From this point of view, the players are very real.

　　 And my more neutral appearance may also be the safest...

　　 Annan originally had a pessimistic attitude towards this issue. But after getting the book of the crown block, his mindset immediately changed.

　　 Although he has become an NPC in this real world, he can delete someone else’s account...

　　 Then he is equivalent to the GM of this game.

　　 Even after collecting the Book of All Sky Cars, he will become the master planner of this game!

　　 As long as he can hold a little bit of planning power in his hand, Annan will have great self-confidence in terms of player control.

　　 What is this, the **** of planning?

　　... But that's the case.

　　 Annan looked at the attribute of [This function can be used after 40:33:23], and made up his mind.

　　 One doesn't do it, the other doesn't stop-he intends to set up a set of people directly.

　　 He can't just borrow Don Juan's identity and become a lord!

　　 He has to work hard to make himself more protagonist! To make the compulsion, it’s best to make the players subconsciously think that Annan is the protagonist of this game... is their lovely, respectable and amiable leader of the camp.

　　Annan took a deep breath and tentatively touched the torn page of the book of the crown block.

　　 The moment it touched Annan, it immediately melted into a light spot, which was burned in the palm of Annan's right hand, forming a strange rune:

　　 A black circle, only one point on it is missing. And at the gap, a vertical line segment is inserted in.

　　 Annan didn't feel anything at first, but still thought that this compelling standard was quite high.

　　 But he looked at it for a while, and suddenly felt that this symbol was a bit like the power button of a computer. At a glance, it looks like a meat pad...

　　 He also subconsciously pressed twice.

　　 Except for the soft and cold palm flesh, he can't press anything for granted.

　　 "Hey."

　　 He shook his head and did nothing more.

　　 He exchanged his clothes with Don Juan, and put all the things that belonged to Don Juan—such as daggers, pocket watches, letters, etc., on himself.

　　 The relic ring belonging to Don Juan’s mother was also worn by him.

　　 Until this time, Annan found the only token that "Annan" was carrying in his inner pocket.

　　 That is a silver badge with a rather exquisite relief of a wolf head.

　　The wolf head can only see one side. It looked to the right, and the hair was fluttering wildly, and the wolf's eyes were very small light blue gems—or ice blue diamonds, but Annan didn't have much research on this.

　　 This is a token of Annan’s body.

　　 From a safety point of view, he should throw it into the sea without hesitation. Since then, I forgot the name Annan and lived as Don Juan...until the time came.

　　 But Annan fixedly stared at the badge for a long time, and suddenly laughed.

　　 "What was I hesitating just now..."

　　 He laughed at his timidity, and put the coat of arms of the Winter family into his arms.

　　 Fear the head and tail. Not a big deal.

　　 Even the aborigines of this world are afraid, so how do you fight against the players?

　　 Even if the identity is revealed, what if someone will be disadvantaged to oneself?

　　 If their identity is not revealed, everyone will treat themselves tenderly? Can concession solve the problem?

　　 Annan, who just came out of the nightmare, said hehe.

　　 He has just experienced the betrayal of an upright guard... Now Annan has a strong distrust of the average moral level of the nobles in this world.

　　He will raise a group of players in the future, and others should thank himself if he doesn't mess up. Still counting on yourself to give in fear of things?

have nothing to say.

　　 If someone asks for something, it will be done.

　　 Should I be afraid of the players who will resurrect indefinitely?

　　 "...Come on, you can go with peace of mind, little master."

　　 asked Don Juan's body to put on his own clothes, and Annan threw it into the black sea.

　　 Watching it sink quickly, there is no trace.

　　 The corners of Annan's mouth rose slightly, revealing an elegant smile.

　　 This smile is 80% similar to Don Juan, which is so creepy: "As a reward for borrowing your identity...

　　 "Your revenge for being killed, UU reading www.uukanshu.com, let me report it for you."

　　 Don Juan died yesterday or the night before. At that time, they were only one night away from the new territory of Don Juan—Frozen Water Port.

　　 Judging from time, this place should not be far from the frozen water port. After the sun rises, he can set out to explore.

　　 To be safe, Annan finally searched every room under the deck and confirmed that the ceremony had been terminated. And there was no one on the deck, not even a corpse...just some blood stains.

　　 As expected, both the mirror and beef tongue used for the ceremony were taken away by Klaus. The room was washed by him with urine, and the smell of blood became very weak.

　　 But the most terrible thing is that Annan discovered that the cash and jewelry that Don Juan had brought, as well as the works of art, had been looted.

　　—Klaus, you are not human!

　　 Not even the toilet, comb, quilt and pillow are left for Annan. The only thing not taken away is that the two ballast rooms are full of dangdang wine barrels...

　　 These wines probably still sell for some money. But Annan can’t even mention it alone...

　　 An Nan had a very strong desire to complain:

　　 This Klaus took away all his necessities and odds and ends, and just threw away a bunch of such valuable things from Don Juan and left them there without taking them—Are you a fool for others?

　　 After confirming that Klaus really didn't even save a copper plate and a bite to himself, Annan silently remembered him again.

　　 You stole my money, I remember you...

　　 took out an unopened wine barrel and drank some wine to quench his thirst and add courage.

　　 Annan took a pile of bits and pieces, turned his back to the rising sun, and set off alone.