Your San Value is Zero

"Dead? Dead?" said a native.

"Didn't he say sleep?" another person replied.

"Are you sure he is really dead? Not sleeping?"

"Come over and try it yourself."

Several people came over hesitantly to test his breathing and heartbeat.

"Really dead!" A native withdrew his hand and said to his companions.

"What about us?" Several natives looked at each other with a hint of cunning in their eyes.

"It's not our fault, it was his sudden death." One person took the lead and said.

"Yes, everyone else is dead, so it would be a waste to keep the equipment." Another person agreed.

…

When [Dior Never Picks Trouble] came online the next day after school, there was nothing around him, and all the indigenous adventurers were gone.

He stood up and scratched his head, feeling a chill coming over him. Only then did he notice that his equipment had also been stripped off, leaving only a pair of underwear that could not be taken off under normal circumstances.

"Where's my equipment!" [Dior never picks trouble] roared.

There are many players who encounter the same situation. Players who recruit adventurers to go out to fight monsters and go offline in the wild are basically treated like home.

Some players who recruited adventurers with better character were given a grand burial and were buried alive in the soil when they woke up.

If the soil is loose, players can still see a wooden sign inserted on the grave when they poke their head out, which says the tomb of a certain warrior.

Those with harder soil can only wait for themselves to be suffocated to death, and then reborn back to the altar. The experience is not pleasant, and reducing pain does not mean reducing the feeling of suffocation.

Although they did not feel severe pain, the awkward feeling was still something they would never forget.

The players who had been swayed by the indigenous adventurers angrily went to the adventurers to ask for an explanation.

The native adventurers who looted or buried them were horrified when they saw these players appear alive in front of them.

"Ghost!"

"They are resurrected,

They are the undead! "

"The Prell family is indeed not human!"

"Devils, they are demons!"

The players were so angry that they were asked to see if they were dead.

The captured natives tremblingly tested the players' breathing and heartbeats.

"But, this doesn't mean that you are human beings. After you die, no, your state after falling asleep is too weird." A native said bravely.

"That's the bloodline inherited from our family. As long as you fall asleep, you will automatically enter a state of rest." A clever player made up a lie casually.

"Yes, if we were all demons, how could you survive until now?" another person echoed.

The natives thought the same thing and had no choice but to accept what the players said.

At this point, a rumor spread from the city of Conte that members of the Prell family were indistinguishable from dead people while sleeping.

…

In the grand theater, two silver-level human skin monsters were talking in the innermost room.

"The pictorials have been distributed and more than 200 tickets have been sold."

"That's it, it's enough."

"Then let's stick to the original plan and open the ceremony the day after tomorrow."

"Take out the notice board."

The Bronze-level human on the side followed the instructions and put the notice board out.

Du Wei frowned slightly after seeing it. The day after tomorrow was Wednesday, and there were not many players available online. It would be best to postpone the show to Saturday.

Through the analysis of "Tentacle Raid Hastur", the Yellow Troupe performs drama in order to pollute the people and make them become followers of the King in Yellow.

The more people that come, the better. If he said that a large number of players could come to watch the movie on Saturday, he might be able to postpone the show.

Du Wei just did what he thought of. He transformed into a clone, and created an appearance that was only half inferior to his own. He could barely charm most of the women in Conte City, and maintained his strength at the entry-level level, which is comparable to most players today. flat.

The person who came out to receive him was the bronze-level human who issued the notice.

"I heard that you are going to perform here. Our Prell family is very good at appreciating theatrical performances, but we have a lot of things to do these days. If it can be postponed for five days, we will definitely bring our family to watch. " Du Wei said.

The other party's eyes lit up. For them, the more visitors, the better. That's why they kept the ticket prices extremely low.

"How many people can you come?" the man said.

Seeing the other party's expression, Du Wei knew that this person had been tricked, "There must be 8,000 people, but this place is a bit small and probably can't accommodate it."

"What do you mean?" The other party immediately showed some respect.

"It would be great if the performance location could be moved outside the city," Duwei said.

The other party was a little hesitant. Doing this would definitely attract more ordinary people who evaded fares, but it would go against the troupe's original intention of making money through performances and might arouse suspicion from interested people. He thought about it and said, "In that case, our tickets will be very small." It’s a hard sell, after all, we do shows just to make money.”

Du Wei secretly complained that this guy is still acting for him now. He deserves to be from a theater troupe.

"You don't have to worry about this. Our Prell family has a lot of money. Tell me, how much can you earn from a performance? I'll pay double!" Du Wei said loudly.

Now that the other party has reached a new level, he will naturally have to comply with Du Wei's wishes, but this is not something that he, a mere follower, can decide. "Well, please wait a moment while I go ask the crew boss for instructions."

He walked backstage.

Not long after, the silver-level humanoid monster that Du Wei had investigated came out, "Are you Mr. Prell who wants to fund our performance?"

"How? Can it be said in one sentence?" Du Wei said in a straightforward tone.

The visitor nodded slightly, "Since you are so sincere, we will perform outside the city in five days. However, our manpower is limited and the stage construction..."

"This is easy to say. Let's leave it to us in the Prell family. We are all people who love drama and we guarantee that you will be satisfied." Du Wei said cheerfully.

The visitor saw that Du Wei was so cheerful and hesitated for a moment, but the 8,000 people were too attractive.

If it were held the day after tomorrow, it would convert more than 200 people at most. If there was a commotion in the city, it would definitely be a drop in the bucket in the face of such a large Prell family.

They originally planned to convert this group of believers, then go to the aristocratic area and make a big fuss before retreating. Now if they can directly transform 8,000 people, then they can't just make a fuss and get rid of the problem.

At that time, they can completely rely on this group of believers to directly capture the city of Kant, and even many towns outside the Sigma Barrier, further compressing the territory that humans can control.

Of course, this also includes the newly rising city of Vig.

"Okay, then postpone it for a few days. If you can arrange the stage to our satisfaction, we can perform it in the open air outside the city in five days." The visitor did not finish his words.

But this is enough. As long as it can be postponed to the weekend, I will be able to give them a big gift then.

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