Doomsday Wonderland - Vol 9 Chapter 2388

Chapter 2388 Eight-Headed Virtue’s Ability Enhancement

…What happened?

Batou De stood on the grass, motionless, listening to his dazed thoughts echoing in a blank space.

The system that has been firmly controlling him in the [real game] is as if it never existed; the field of vision is clean, the game interface is gone, the system can no longer speak, and there is only a light wind in his ears.

He really wanted to turn his head and take a look at the person who just walked out from behind him.

But Batoude’s body realized the gap and fear before him. At this moment, it seemed that even the blood had stopped, and the heart was tightly shrunk in the breastbone, not daring to make a sound;

That person standing under the dark night is Fu Xiluo?

…a new stage quest NPC?

When these words floated up in Batoude’s mind, even he himself suddenly felt ridiculous—NPC? impossible.

In addition to creating NPCs, [Real Games] can also affect real people, allowing them to “part-time” game characters, and play the same role as game characters, interacting with themselves… However, Batoude knows very well that there is probably no item in the world that can influence the figure not far away.

He understood why Lou Qin would tell herself to take care.

As soon as the man let go, he threw something on the grass; it didn’t look like it was for him to see, but it seemed that he was too lazy to put it away, and he didn’t want to hold it anymore. It seemed that he had thrown away countless things one by one because of impatience and boredom.

In the dim moonlight, a doll showed half a frozen smiling face from the grass.

Eight-headed German is very familiar with this face; it is the appearance of the NPC in the game.

When he himself was unconscious, his whole body began to tremble slightly.

“Your broadcasting ability.” Fu Xiluo seemed completely unaware of his fear, and said softly, “Take me as the target, let’s try it first… Well, you can say anything.”

His attitude was natural, as if if he had done his bidding, the world would of course obey—because that’s how the rules had always worked.

The eight-headed German opened his mouth slightly. “You… what did you do?”

A little surprised, Fu Xiluo let out a “Huh?” from his nose.

“My goal…my goal hasn’t been completed yet, I’m still one task away, and I can…”

“Oh.” Fu Xiluo was silent for a few seconds after one syllable.

He was still standing in the dark night where he couldn’t see clearly from the corner of his eye, and he sighed hoarsely as if all this was troublesome.

“What target?” he asked wearily.

“The residents of Fanjia City,” Batoude replied tremblingly, “as long as I complete one more task, all the residents of Fanjia City will be free again…”

“Residents? Ordinary people?” Fu Xiluo paused for a moment, then suddenly asked, “Why do you want to save ordinary people?”

Batoude swallowed. “I grew up in Fanjia City, Fanjia City gave me everything…everyone in the city is my friend and family…”

“I understand.” Fushiro whispered, “…to you, they are the most important people. They are indeed very precious things.”

Batoude did not expect that he seemed to be a little better at communicating than Louqin—Louqin was completely on the side of the evolutionary, as long as she could save the evolutionary from the infinite drift, she never seemed to consider the cost.

“Yes!” he said hastily, “I turn it back on, can I continue?”

Fu Xiluo tilted his head and took a look at him.

“Haven’t you reacted yet?”

Batoude opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

“[Reality Game] is not for you to achieve your goals,” Fuxiluo said here, and finally took two steps up from the shadows, and stopped beside the doll in the grass.

The faint moonlight fell on him, like a sigh dyed white from someone’s half-dream and half-waking.

Batoude couldn’t help being stunned for a moment—he didn’t expect that that powerful shadow in the dark night that seemed to transcend human beings, when he walked into the moonlight, turned out to be a young man with a cool and tired expression, somehow reminding people of the frozen peach blossoms on the bank of Hanchun Lake.

Fushiro didn’t even raise his hands, but just lowered his eyes, and the doll slowly turned over by itself, with a rustle, its face buried in the grass, and its back opened.

“It doesn’t matter what your goal is,” Fuxiluo said softly as he looked at it. “The real point of this item is the ‘tasks’ that the system asks you to complete. Those tasks are just what another person manipulates you to do through the item. In other words, they are a series of goals that others want to achieve.”

Batoude stood where he was, his head was empty for a while, and he was still trying to identify every word he just heard.

“People are really easy to be stupid in strange places.” Fu Xiluo put his hands in his trouser pockets and sighed again. “However, after all, the most important person has become a hostage… I can understand.”

[Real Game] Didn’t he get it by trying to defeat his competitors? Didn’t he also get a system reward? His progress, the 1,471 rescued people… If all these are someone’s means of manipulating him, then—where are the residents of Fanjia City actually?

Eight-headed German suddenly turned his head, and cast his gaze behind him.

The crack created by the squeezed space no longer exists; the place where he used to check in every day, and the room where he broadcast to the “underground farm” are only in his memory.

Wait… Fu Xiluo said that the broadcast he sent was the goal that others wanted to achieve?

Why do you want to achieve that purpose?

Does this mean… Could the underground farm be—

Batoude didn’t know when, his body half-folded down, and his hands rested on his knees. No matter how much he gasped for breath, there was still no oxygen flowing into his chest; he wanted to vomit and cry for a moment, but he didn’t understand why someone would go to such lengths just to tell ordinary people a complete lie.

Trembling all over, Batoude fell to the ground.

“Don’t be too sad,” Fushiro squatted down in front of him, like a child, wrapping his arms around his knees. “Louqin, before I smooth the space, let me tell you a few words… I only now understand her intentions.”

Batou De looked at him blankly.

“‘I didn’t completely deceive you. You do a good job for Fu Xiluo, and I promise you that as long as the underground farm is running for a day, the people of Fanjia City can live a normal life for a day.'”

Fu Xiluo tilted his head, smiled lightly, his eyes were bent.

“Now, can you do as I tell you?”

In terms of Fu Xiluo’s fighting strength, he was really very patient with himself… Batou De wiped his face and pressed his legs desperately, so as not to let his body tremble like water waves blown by the wind.

He nodded and asked in a hoarse voice, “… shall we start now?”

Fu Xiluo responded with a “hmm” from his nose.

While the [Real Game] was still running, Batoude desperately completed various tasks for a period of time, accumulating a lot of reward points, but did not exchange them for released residents; the number of released residents stayed at 600/6305 for several days—but his choice was correct, or, at that time, it seemed correct.

The reward points accumulated by the eight-headed virtues were all replaced by a special item: [Ability Polishing Agent].

It’s funny to say that the [Ability Polishing Agent] itself needs to be polished repeatedly; but the game system only charged him a little extra, and gave him the completed body [Ability Polishing Agent]…

Thinking about it now, of course it is. [Real Game] The people behind the scenes wish his abilities could improve so that he could do things better for them.

Since using [Ability Polishing Agent], although the number of released residents has continued to increase rapidly, Badude occasionally feels faint fear and shock at the new look of his abilities.

He took a deep breath, trying to forget as much as possible the shadowy fear cast by the man opposite him.

“You don’t need me. People as powerful as you have means, abilities, and resources that can’t be used up…you think about it carefully, and you find that you don’t need me. You are going to send me back to the underground farm…right?”

Fu Xiluo sat on the grass with his hands crossed, his expression was dazed, and he couldn’t make a sound.

“You can persuade anyone you want to persuade. The effect is direct and strong…”

Speaking of this, Batoude’s voice trembled, but fortunately, it didn’t affect his ability to play – Fu Xiluo was already immersed in his broadcast, and a few silver **** were spinning gently in the night sky above their heads.

“So, you want to send me back.”

After an unknown amount of time, Fu Xiluo finally blinked his eyes.

“I see,” he said, nasally, like a child.

Eight-headed German suddenly felt his heartbeat again.

“This level is not enough.” Fu Xiluo said thoughtfully, “Now it seems that the only way to make you stronger immediately is to make you a part of me.”

I relished reading everyone’s comments in the previous chapter. You can say that there are many types of genres you like to read, but the commonalities are also obvious. Sure enough, people who read the end of the world don’t really want to read romance novels! Many genres are interesting to me, and I really want to see them. It feels like our meals are all in one pot. But I really can’t write ancient style, now I’m 18, my mood has changed, I can’t write, it’s like wearing small shoes…