The Righteous Player(s)

... is this a nightmare?

Can I have nightmares while walking?

At the moment of seeing this line of words.

The child suddenly felt that his right hand was empty—the citalopram had disappeared.

And the child is just a trance...

When he woke up again, he found himself standing in front of a giant tree.

The gentle sunset light shone on his face. Let him feel extremely warm.

At this time, the child realized with hindsight... his body actually shrank——

In other words, his consciousness entered the body of another elf boy.

This is completely different from any nightmare experience before him.

It's not just that he didn't get any main tasks...

Moreover, the child can clearly feel that the natural power bestowed by the "Jungle Walker" profession is still boiling in his body... His physical attributes are almost identical to his body.

It's just that he is holding his right hand, not his own slender stabbing sword.

It was similar to the Song of Maiev Shadows...or, the same slender and light blade wheel as Qiyana.

"Julian? Julian~"

A clear and sweet voice sounded behind him.

He followed the voice and turned his head, and found a teenage girl with silver hair wearing a white dress with only her left shoulder and left arm exposed, and a skirt that was ten centimeters above her knees, and she was standing behind him.

With her hands behind her back, she looked at him curiously: "What are you thinking, Julian?

"Mom is coming back soon? Or is it... you have mastered the vine strike technique?"

Seeing the appearance of the elf girl, the child was startled.

It's not the "elf soul" he knew before.

It's incredibly real...a living creature like the girl next door!

He can even smell the fragrance of the girl clearly.

The place where he himself is is not a relic--

His pupils shrank slightly.

I saw the girl behind, not far away...

The huge building, which is more than a hundred meters high and composed of the azure blue luminous rocks, is shining with iridescent light, making a strange buzzing sound. It is somewhat like a windmill, but also like a snail shell, constantly pumping something from the ground.

The interface with the earth alone has a diameter of more than one hundred meters. The surrounding ground collapsed and cracked... as if the water had been drained.

The place not far from the extraction port was extremely empty until the place where the child was. These trees have obviously been cut down, and the vacant area is very large.

And not far away, is an extremely prosperous city——

The huge tree man walked slowly on the street.

The shining white stag that has never been seen roams in the void.

There is very little traffic on the streets, but every building and bridge is entwined with delicate vines. The patterns on those vines are just like art...

And those "elves" are not slender primitive people wearing leaves or animal skins that cover a small amount of their bodies, and holding bows and arrows, as children imagined.

On the contrary, their dress is somewhat similar to modern... The child is talking about the modernity of the earth.

It even seems a bit ahead...

It's not like the clothes they wear on the street, it's more like the feeling of Paris Fashion Week.

The most frightening thing is that the child even saw an airship floating in the distance, and there are some giant building walls in the city, which resemble billboards and look like cyberpunk decorations.

Damn, what the **** is this?

Elf punk?

What is going on in your world?

How can this technology tree grow backwards?

Mouthful grooves clicked in the child's throat, unable to cough or swallow.

It took a long time for the child to feel relieved from the astonishment of "Did I run the wrong game?"

He looked at the girl in white who seemed to have written the word "Innocent" on his face, and decided to fool her first.

"Ah, I said... that who."

He raised his head pretending to be a little arrogant, and made a crisp juvenile voice: "When will your mother be back?"

"--Pop--Philip--Si!"

The girl shook her head unhappily, and responded seriously: "I don't call that one, my name is Boffis!"

The hair hit the child's face, making him feel like he was whipped by someone...

...But it smells good.

Very good, let's get the name right now...

The child secretly rejoiced.

Because the fairy girl's clothes are a little bit exposed...whether it's the upper half or the lower half. Children who are not very good at communicating with women do not dare to look at her.

He touched the tip of his nose nervously, thinking about the next topic in silence.

What do you want to say...

"...Ah, the weather is really nice today."

After a long silence, the child said nonchalantly.

The other side.

After Citalopram stepped into the fog door, he felt a familiar touch of the earth after a little dizziness.

She also found that her live broadcast had not been cut off.

The only problem is...

"...I seem to have lost our captain."

She accepted this reality almost immediately, and calmly said to the two waiting outside through the live broadcast: "Don't panic. As the captain said... Now I am your new captain.

"No, I didn't want to usurp power... He was a person who was ashamed by his ability, and I respected him as a shameful result."

Citalopram looked up at the barrage casually while tugging at it.

There is no doubt...this is a ruin.

Said it is ruins, it is almost polite...

The buildings here are even more broken than Ishgard, who has just been bounced off by the dragon.

Even Citalopram couldn't understand what they were originally like or what they were probably used for...There were many pits with very smooth surfaces on the ground for no reason.

It's not like being blown up by something, it's like being dug away by something...

But her pace soon stagnated.

Because Citalopram saw ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ there was a silver-white, translucent girl ghost not far away, wandering on the street—it was probably, should, and could be the street.

The ghost wore a white dress with only his left shoulder and left arm exposed, and the skirt was ten centimeters above the knee.

Citalopram was attracted by the exquisite and cute smiling face, and was a little startled, then couldn't help but take a closer look:

The slender and straight legs, clean knees, small and exquisite white boots... and the cute sleeves with the right arm covering half of the palm, and the looming side body of the left arm because the left shoulder is completely exposed, making Citalopram a little bit Can't help but greedy her body...

She breathed a little bit faster, and her gaze at the ghost girl became a little more aggressive——

A little bit, I want to take it home...

Yes it is.

Citalopram.

——She is a miserable person outside control.