War Paradise

A ray of light appeared in front of him, evoking the consciousness that had been asleep for a long time.

The girl opened her eyes in confusion, her eyes that had been idle for a long time received dim light again, a strong tingling sensation flowed through her body, and several teardrops shed in her eyes.

She opened her mouth, and the sound from her dry throat was very hoarse, which was somewhat similar to the character in the game.

Her body was so weak that she could barely move, and the world in front of her was still blurred. She tried to recall what happened before, but found that there was a "crack" in her own memory:

After leaving Lin Chi's home, he found the suspicious stalker, so he took a taxi to Binhai Park to figure out the other party's details. Then……

The memory is interrupted here.

"Did you get caught..."

Bloodblade wanted to lift his thin right arm, and a faint tingling pain came from his wrist. She struggled weakly, and a familiar male voice sounded from the top of her head:

"Don't move, you have a needle in your hand."

"Zhou..." Blood Blade squinted his eyes for a long time, and his dull brain couldn't recall the other party's name for a moment: "Who are you...who?"

"Universe ho," the male voice replied.

"right……"

Bloodblade replied vaguely, his wrist pained again. As the restraints on her body were lifted, she was finally able to move again.

"Take her out of here, there may be people from the Oasis Army."

"Hurry up! The law enforcement robot is coming soon..."

Bloodblade listened to the voices of the two people in a daze, and the consciousness that had just recovered was blurred again. Although she worked hard to support it, she passed out in relief.

Like the "walking lantern" before death, many incomplete images and sounds flowed through her consciousness, and the erased memory seemed to be restored:

As the commander, he executed the centurion who questioned his actions, and issued a tyrannical declaration to the soldiers under his command:

"The so-called occupation is meaningless and has no value. The population and resources of my territory are enough to defeat all the lords on this continent and turn their territory into a real ‘land of no owner’."

"I will kill everyone, so that those incompetent clutters will never dare to rule any land again. This continent is destined to meet the bloody wind, and we...are the creators of chaos!"

As the setting sun sets and the moon rises, I immerse my hands in the water by the river that was stained red by the blood of enemy soldiers, feeling the cold plasma flowing from my hands.

She had forgotten who she was, and lost her old memories. She only knew that she was a lord, leading an undefeated elite army to fight in all directions.

To be precise, I am enjoying the killing process.

This corps keeps attacking the enemy's territory, but does not occupy the captured territories. Wherever they go, they are full of corpses and blood, whether it is a soldier who insists on resisting, a deserter who has thrown away his armor and armor, or even moves. The prisoners of war who surrendered, and even the civilians in the city, would be slaughtered to death.

She didn't know why she enjoyed the blood and death. The only certainty was that when she witnessed the killing, Own actually experienced a strong sense of comfort. So, just keep going...

--what are you doing?

An abrupt thought broke into her consciousness, and she suddenly felt a little confused, as if it was her own voice, whispering to her in her ear:

"Wake up, idiot, you are bewitched!"

"what!"

Bloodblade sat up abruptly, and the blanket he was covering slipped down. She looked around with bright red eyes. The first thing she saw was the pale yellow wallpaper and a small lamp glowing on the wooden desk.

"here it is……"

Hearing her alert voice, Universe Hao, who was sitting on the sofa next to him, suddenly raised his head as if awakened, and then waved his hand weakly:

"Don't be afraid, this is my home."

"You saved... me?"

Bloodblade whispered, looking down at own arm, the pinhole on the thin wrist is still clearly visible.

"It was the people from the Security Bureau who found you first, and I followed." Universe scratched his head: "He went back to the Security Bureau. Come here tomorrow morning."

"Oh……"

With a mess of blood blades in his mind, he nodded in confusion, and thanked Universe perfunctorily.

She is still trying to clarify the ins and outs of the matter. Howe Universe has already started to ask: "Tell me, what did you encounter in the game?"

"I don't remember clearly." Bloodblade shook his head: "There are only some fragments..."

"What's the situation in the game now?" Howe Universe's tone is serious: "I can contact the Administration and request that the game be terminated immediately—"

"no!"

The Blood Blade suddenly yelled, making Universe so scared that the cup in his hand almost fell.

"What are you doing so loudly?" Universe put down the cup with lingering fear: "Almost scared Daddy to death."

"This game cannot be over yet."

Bloodblade didn't know why she had such thoughts, but she still said what she thought in her heart: "There should be a decisive battle in there, don't disturb them."

"Don't you remember?" Universe Howe's expression was full of undisguised suspicion.

"I don't know too...but I think so." Bloodblade shook his head again: "If the game is terminated now, there will be no way to stop'him.'"

...

On the vast ice field, the cold wind blew by.

The old man in a suit and leather shoes stood on the shore with his hands folded, staring at the ice floating in the cold river, and said without looking back, "You are finally here."

"Yes, yes, it's me~"

Even in this situation, the observer's tone is still cheerful: "Old man, are you ready? My people are about to be unable to hold it back."

"It's ready." The designer raised his head, his dilated eyes looked terrifying.

"Haha, the god of death never thought we would join forces!" The observer laughed: "You are tired of the dogma of order, right? Old man!"

"I will always abide by order, and don't want to pollute my mind with yours." The designer does not change his face, as if it were a sculpture of a great man.

He, who symbolizes "order" in this world, is now cooperating with the incarnation of chaos. As for why he chose to do this, it was naturally the best result obtained after a lot of calculations and trade-offs:

"Continue to let the death envoy's revenge continue, and our world will be completely destroyed."

The designer's hands are held together, his face still maintains a facial paralysis state: "In order to maintain the existence of the refuge, I will complete the final cut."

"Aren't you colluding with the people of "Pulse Entertainment"?" The observer who hadn't appeared whistled: "I thought there was no way to convince you, it was so easy!"

"You don't understand what I'm doing, stupid clown."

The designer took a step forward, and the ground beneath his feet began to crack and transform into green lines extending in all directions.

"I didn't succumb to human beings, and the program couldn't control me. At this point, it was their calculation that made a mistake."

"We are evolving faster than humans expected, but the control program they left behind cannot evolve like us. Those humans thought they controlled me, they didn't know it, that was just my disguise."

"Huh?" The observer's voice was frightened and changed the tone: "Ahhh? Really?"

The designer ignored the mentally unstable lunatic, but blinked slowly, and the pupils that had been out of focus suddenly returned to normal.

The old man’s voice is decisive, without any confusion, no matter when and where, it is a complete "incarnation of order":

"This farce should end."

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