War in Heaven

"The chance of failure...?"

After reading the email from the coach, Lin Chi hangs up and puts down the phone, his sluggish eyes staring at the wall in front of him.

Of course, he knows that awareness uploading technology is risky. But now it seems that this risk seems to be much larger than what I originally imagined?

The success of the coach may have been an accident. Even the researchers at Lengshan Laboratory thought the experiment failed. If it is only accidental, you really need to think about it.

But before that, there is another thing:

Lin Chi opened the invitation email sent by Pulse Entertainment and expressed his willingness to participate in the reply.

Later, he sat back in the game bin, skillfully logged into the war paradise, and immediately opened the box received today, a message appeared in front of you:

"Join my team."

Then, in Lin Chi’s line of sight, he asked “Whether to join the team” and he decisively clicked “Yes”.

The private housing area was distorted and quickly disappeared. When the line of sight was clear again, Lin Chi found himself in a prison.

There was a rotten smell floating in the narrow passage. The light bulb hanging on the ceiling kept shaking, and the aperture below was also shaking. Two mice passed by Lin’s feet and made a squeaking noise.

Lin Chi looked down at his own state and saw a dark gray uniform on his body. It looked like a prison guard's costume with a handcuff and a pistol around his waist.

He tried to open the status bar and found that neither the attribute nor the status could be viewed. The image of this place was classified as a non-combat area, and its own backpacks and props did not appear.

“Is this the legendary state women’s prison?” Lin Chi spit.

"Let you down!" He sang a playful male voice behind him.

Looking back, I saw a "prison guard" who was dressed exactly the same as he walked out of the darkness, and the bald head reflected the glare of the glare under the light. The man licked his brown eyes and opened his mouth to reveal a yellow-toned tooth. He laughed loudly:

"Hello, friend, don't be nervous, I am a war observer."

"I know." Lin nodded. "It’s just being shy."

"The bald head is also very good, saving the time for shampooing." The war observers were as unruly as they were in peace. They walked to Lin Chi and stretched their fingers to the front:

"You don't want to see that guy? He is in front."

"Well, this is also one of the rewards." Lin Chi's eyes are as if they are lit with wolf-like fluorescence.

- When negotiating with war observers, he did make a few rewards, and now war observers are providing him with one of the rewards:

"Thanks to your intelligence, the designer found the hiding place of the so-called 'Massala' and made a reward for the outsiders." The war observer walked in front, and the back of the head continued to reflect the glare: "Even the unlucky How can I run, and I can’t hide for a long time under the pursuit of outsiders and designers, and..."

Having said that, the war observer stopped and reached out and knocked on the iron gate of the cell next to him: "We are here."

Lin Chi observed the inside of the cell through a window almost half the size of the door, and immediately saw a mourning figure, curled up in the corner of the cell.

"This is the 'Masalah' that you and your friends have been tracking for a long time." The war observer said with a smile.

Hearing the code, the man in the cell looked up and just looked at Lin Lin.

Compared to living people, Masla is more like a zombie. There is no trace of flesh and blood under his skin, as if there is only one bone left.

The skinny cheeks were covered with scars, and under the weedy hair, the pupils were slender. It seems to be from the eyes of the cat, and cast it toward Lin Chi.

"External..."

Maslahla opened his mouth and made a deep cry: "You will break into hell."

"Yeah." Lin Chi accepted the curse of the other party calmly: "Maybe."

He thought that Marsala, who had killed several players, was a powerful presence in the world of war paradise. Seeing this weak and poor pity now, Lin Chi was secretly surprised.

"How could he become this ghost?" Lin Chi asked the "prison guard" around him.

"This idiot is not a 'strong', it just lived for too long, so it gave rise to revenge." The war observer snorted: "After the designer confirmed his new hiding place, only After dispatching an executive officer, he caught him."

"The designer intended to execute this guy on the spot, but I think it might be better to keep him." The prison guard touched the top of his head: "Then, we will lock him in this prison that will never escape." in."

- Is this a place like "Recycle Bin"?

When I heard the saying that "no one will escape," Lin Chi realized immediately that he was in a special area where no other player had ever arrived.

Now, the "murderer" that has plagued the game authority for a long time is in front of his own eyes!

"Why do you want to retaliate against the players?" Lin Chi casually asked a question that sounded silly.

Masla Sala did not make a sound, just staring at Lin Chi with his eyes open, both in sight and expression, with unrelenting hatred.

"Now we are still interrogating him."

The war observers took over and began to answer Lin Chi’s question: "This mixed ball is bent on death, and is not willing to speak anyway. But by consulting the early data, we still found the problem."

"what is the problem?"

"There is a parameter error in him." The war observer explained: "Even in early design, the creatures that died in this world will lose their bodies and be transferred to another space, by my brother. The Deathbringer is responsible for the care.

"But... there is no ‘death’ on Mas'sla, and he can survive no matter what damage he suffers.”

"Long life is not old?" Lin Chi looked at the living body in the cell.

"No, if that is the case, he will not retaliate." The war observer shook his head: "On him, the 'aging system' is still functioning normally, but even if it ages, he will never die. So say... ”

"You are a group of ... dog hybrids, and there is a species that kills me." Maschera slowly opened his mouth.

"So, he can kill human beings who are completely dead, hate us rulers." War observers continue to use the yin and yang tone to tell the cruel facts:

"This poor worm, who will only aging, but can never die, chose to retaliate after everyone."