The absurd game of a performance artist

Chapter 114

In an unknown time and space, there is a room.

There is a round table in the room with a few chairs beside the table.

An old man with demented eyes was sitting on one of the chairs.

Looking carefully, those eyes did not appear demented due to lack of spirit, but excessive concentration, which made him defiant.

As long as you pay attention and comprehend it with your heart, the observer can feel the turbulent force surging in those eyes!
If Fan Ma Heipiyong's power is a drop of water, then the source of that drop of water is hidden in those eyes that look a little demented - a vast ocean.

Sensing the disappearing opportunity from his eyes, the old man sighed with great regret.

"That world failed to take over... What a pity, I have already passed down the [Body Transformation Dafa], which has gradually transformed the consensus of the entire world. Everyone pursues pure power. What a beautiful thing that is. I didn't expect that it still fell short in the end, and was disturbed by the small chess pieces introduced..."

Jingle Bell--

A coin fell out of thin air on another seat.

The coin had a sad face on one side and a smiling face on the other, and from it came a weird double tone.

"Hahahaha (woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo . But you don't have to care about it, after all, there are always winners and losers in chess games. With your level, it's no surprise to lose to her, and the chess pieces she falls are always precise and accurate..."

tick, tick...

On the ceiling of a certain chair in the room, a strange crimson substance began to ooze out.

The flirtatious liquid fell on the seat and began to rise slowly like mist.

In the strange blood mist, a scarlet moon slowly rose, and from that blood moon, an indescribable sound came.

"Don't underestimate that guy. Although her main body completely collapsed after the battle of sublimation, those remaining fragments and the remaining maintenance procedures are still the biggest obstacle on our way forward..."

The coin trembled slightly on the seat, making a compound sound.

"I really miss (hate) those good (tragic) times, an opponent who made me lose..."

"But...seriously speaking, she should no longer exist, but does that little chess piece need to be paid attention to? I got some information from [professionals], this little chess piece has successfully played with the second disease before. ..."

In the blood moon phantom, an indifferent voice came.

"It's not necessary. A chess piece is a chess piece. If you can't get rid of the shackles, no matter how strong [influence] you have, it's useless."

The coin on the seat slowly turned over, and the conversation changed.

"It's so indifferent... Let me give you some interesting information. There is a young man who has a good compatibility with you. Maybe he can be your [qualified person]..."

clang--

A badge with a blood-colored moon pattern fell from the mist onto the table, and rolled down the table to the seat of the coin.

With a flash of blood, the badge turned into a bit of scarlet and was collected into the coin.

The sound of joy resounded from the smiling face of the coin.

"It's really generous. This [Fantasy World] is quite well completed, and the layout can be well rewarded..."

Then a sad voice came from the crying face of the coin.

"However, according to [professionals], [Mr. Dark Crow] of [Death Society] has already made the first move and contacted that young man. Maybe he has become [Dead] now..."

"..."

This is a [gamble], I am willing to admit defeat.

"I'll be waiting for you in Tamria..."

After leaving a cruel sentence, as the blood mist on the seat evaporated, the crimson moon disappeared into the space.

"Hahahaha (woo woo woo woo), has a new round started? I'm so happy (scared)!"

Amidst the mixed sounds, the coin rolled off the seat and disappeared.

There was only one widowed old man in the room who was puzzled.

"What's wrong with people nowadays, they are just doing some fancy things, isn't it good to simply pursue power..."

……

"Ugh—what a wonderful trip!"

Stretching fiercely, Mo Zhen got up from the ground.

After a full sleep at the end of the game, Mo Zhen now feels refreshed.

I don't know if it's because people are refreshed on happy occasions, or because of a good night's sleep, but Mo Zhen feels that he is full of energy now.

Originally, due to the irregular life schedule, except for the few times when he found inspiration and spirits suddenly excited, he usually carried a lazy and sickly atmosphere, and he looked a little sleepy.

But now, Mo really looks like the kind of "successful person" who appears on the cover of an investment promotion advertisement with an elite smile like a wolf and a tiger. Full of energy.

Not only that, Mo Zhen felt as if he had brushed off a layer of dust from his soul, and the fervent creative enthusiasm in his heart became clearer and more fanatical!
Countless inspirations emerged in his mind, and Mo Zhen's eyes seemed to be on fire, becoming extremely hot.

"Ha...ha...passion, inspiration, impulse, hahahaha this is such a great feeling!"

Hands, like crazy wild horses, are galloping on the keyboard prairie!
The unstoppable literature and art are out of control on the screen, and the speed of page scrolling is as if someone is reading water-filled literature at ten lines at a glance!

Just when Mo Zhen was concentrating, united with others, and entered the state of selflessness, he suddenly found that the surroundings were pitch black, and his consciousness had entered the spiritual space!

"What's going on... I fell asleep again?!"

But when Mo Zhen was startled suddenly and became confused, the picture in front of him returned to the fluorescent screen again.

"Huh? What's going on, hallucination? Hmm... interesting! I'll try again!"

When Mozhen entered the state of concentration and ecstasy again, the image of the mental space appeared in front of his eyes again.

I see……

After getting used to it several times, Mozhen found that he could now let himself enter that spiritual space by concentrating his mind.

This was a miraculous transformation. After thinking about it, Mozhen combined several options using the method of permutation, combination and deduction, and finally eliminated them one by one, choosing the most reliable answer.

The answer is - [Level].

After the [Level] was raised, Mozhen obviously found that his spirit became stronger,

The senses became clearer as if the dust had been brushed away, as if the fog had been pierced through, and now Mozhen could perceive some things that he could not perceive before.

And this is what allows him to enter the mental space at will.

So to say……

Perhaps this spiritual space is not a game space created by [Super Reality Paradise], but a space that originally existed in his body.

Perhaps [Surreal Paradise] is just a way to allow players to sense the existence of this place in advance.

In this case……

【Level】What exactly is it?

(End of this chapter)