This Group of Players Are All Slimes

In the end, the players did not take the professor's advice.

Although the idea of ​​being able to directly increase the labor force is wonderful, it is not so good to think that these labor forces are all pulled out by themselves, and they just want to walk and defecate one by one.

Although the professor has repeatedly emphasized that this is not pulled out, it is more like born, but the players said that this is not as good as the first statement.

After discussing again for a long time, and even after everyone physically persuaded each other, they finally found a compromise.

A new slime was transported to the dark hell through the mirror world, and then through the prophecy poem and the blessing of the European emperor, it successfully passed through the wind of nothingness and came to the player's position.

Jumping out of the heavy iron coffin, the slime said in a majestic voice as soon as he appeared: "Are you calling me, my people? Damn, I thought everything I saw was a slime!" The problem has been cured, but I didn't expect it to be more serious."

"Stop talking nonsense, King Slime, I called you here to work." A player jumped over, dragged King Slime and ran into the small black room.

"Hehehe, enthusiastic people, I have received your enthusiasm. Although I am not very interested in slimes, but I can...fuck, what is that needle tube for! What are you going to use that thing for? !"

A tube was violently drawn from King Slime's body, and the players began to study the liquid around the tube.

It's been a long time since they caught King Slime, but there have always been more interesting things in the middle, so now they are seriously studying the specific use of this thing.

"I already know that this thing can copy living bodies, but only one copy can exist at a time. Copying a player will only create a purely instinctive slime. Then we can use this thing to copy us, and then let our copy body eats these stones and restores the original demon from them."

"But I still think it's more convenient for us to eat directly." The professor muttered, "According to the razor principle, useless steps in the middle should be omitted."

"Professor, please be yourself."

"Get out! If you have the guts, don't beg me in the future."

Ignoring the professor's objection, the players immediately used the liquid to create more than a dozen replicas.

These replicas have no consciousness of the player, and can only walk around mechanically on the ground like real slimes, eating.

Throwing the stoned demons to them, they began to eat by themselves, and after a while, they excreted the crystals that were only the size of fingertips.

Picking up these small crystals, the players observed these things curiously.

Players with relatively high identification skills gave these crystals an identification, and then discovered their information.

[Soul crystallization]: A lying soul is sleeping in it.

"A lying flat party. I don't know if it's true lying flat or fake lying flat?"

"Is there any difference?"

"If you really lie flat, you like to do whatever you want. If you give me five million, I don't even bother to spend it."

"What about the fake lying party?"

"If you give him 50,000 yuan a month, he is more active than anyone else.

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"I said, can you keep your voice down, I can't sleep well."

Hearing this sudden sound, the players looked around suspiciously, and then focused their eyes on a translucent crystal the size of a fingertip.

"Is that you talking?"

"Otherwise? It can't be that you collectively have hysteria."

"A talking crystal, it feels a bit strange."

"It's not as weird as a bunch of talking slimes stuffing me into another slime and then respawning."

"You have a point in saying that. Then, may I ask you..."

"I refuse, no matter what I say. Please throw me away, I feel that I am fine now."

"It's really flattering." A player whispered.

Some players began to try to lure this crystal, while others began to throw other stones into the replica slime to extract the crystal, to see if they could find some demons who were willing to come out to work.

But to their disappointment, every one of them was lying flat.

"Work, I don't want it."

"The best job is to rest, so leave me alone?"

"Work for what? Why work? Smash me? Whatever. Throw it in the cesspit, it doesn't matter."

In the face of this pile of flat parties who don't get in, the players have nothing to do.

They took these crystals to find the professor who continued to do research, and then said in a sweet and greasy voice: "Professor~"

"Who did you all learn the bad habit from recently! Don't post it here, do you really want to study philosophy♂?"

Although the professor tried hard to avoid this group of players, but the other party finally let the professor let go after being persuasive, tickling you, and persuading you with dry mouth.

After listening to the problems the players are currently encountering, the professor pondered for a moment, and then asked: "Actually, there is not much difference between lying flat and lying flat, some are just speed. As long as you find their itching spots, then you can Convince the other party."

"The word itchy is lewd."

"You old bastards, be serious! Wait a minute, you say they are basically demons from thousands of years ago, well, let me check."

The professor goes offline first, then opens the document, and begins to consult the history.

As a part-time historian, the professor spends most of his time in the game collecting various books, reading, summarizing, and organizing them into documents.

The more he sorted it out, the more he was amazed. He was amazed that the design team of this game was willing to work hard to create a language with different logics to form a closed loop, and there were even a large number of books to record the history of this game.

When he realized that these hundreds of thousands of different books and hundreds of millions of words could never be compiled by a game team, he had the same question as taking off his clothes.

However, he has always been indifferent.

Perhaps because of his detachment as a scholar, he did not delve into this issue, but regarded it as a treasure trove, constantly researching it, and studying the way of life under another worldview.

Opening his own file, he kept checking the history in it, looking for various clues, and locked his eyes on the history of 3,000 years ago.

After searching through this history, he finally found a discovery that surprised him.

Returning to the game, he said to the players who had been waiting for a long time: "Okay, I found a way to make them stand up?"

"As expected of a professor! You are a heifer going to the slaughterhouse, and the bastard is at the end."

"Abusing allegories is a death sentence. Long story short, it's impossible for you to make them work for us, but if you make them work for ideals, there is no problem."

"Then what are their ideals?"

"The rune technology has flourished. Three thousand years ago, a special group of rune magicians left the ninth level of hell and came to the dark hell. Their theories were questioned at the time and they were persecuted. In the process, they lost Their leader, Altland. Because of the loss of their leader, they lost the motivation to survive, and after a series of events, they lay flat until now."

"Who is Altrand?"

Looking at this group of ignorant players, the professor sighed.

"You should really understand the history of this game. Altland is Alice, the Alice before being swallowed by the royal family."