The absurd game of a performance artist

Chapter 117 Restless Numbness

The cold air pierces the lungs, piercing the consciousness like a sharp sword.

Like a programmed machine, Liu Sa opened his sleepy eyes, stood up, and stared at the blank wall in front of him.

There was a blank in front of my eyes, and a blank in my mind.

The familiar nature wakes up.

Suddenly he remembered something, and suddenly stretched out his hand towards the phone.

"Ding dong dong ~ ding dong dong ~ jingling jingle jingling ~"

At this moment, the familiar alarm sounded in his ears, Liu Sa was relieved, he did not oversleep, and everything returned to [habit].

For a few days, Liu Sa did not enter [Surreal Paradise] again. It seems that the game also saw that he was not the material and completely forgot about him.

Brush your teeth, wash your face, dress and tie your collar, organize your appearance, and lock the door behind you.

According to the usual [habit], Liu Sa embarked on the road to work.

Before going out, Liu Sa took a special look around, and there was silence around, no one was around.

A trace of loss quietly rose in my heart.

Sure enough, they are not from the same world...

But Liu Sa quickly shook his head, dispelling this thought.

Get used to it, get used to it...

On the commute, Liu Sa faced the screen as usual, spending time in countless short videos and marketing information, and letting go of his anxious thoughts.

Looking at the situation in the world, Tianlong Shangguo is prosperous and the people are safe, the situation is very good, the island empire is full of demons and demons, the people are in dire straits, and the Freedom Federation is a purgatory on earth, full of demons and gun battles.

Although looking at these marketing accounts, it is hard for Liu Sa to imagine what kind of ghostly life the people of the Island Empire and the Freedom Federation live, but he believes that these are true and not deceiving.

Because these contents are too absurd to look at carefully, deceiving people must be logical, only the truth does not need logic.

And as long as everyone believes it, it’s not true.

Snapped.

Putting away the fluorescent screen, along with the bustling flow of people, Liu Sa entered the company like a part on an assembly line and started his day's work.

Data analyst, this is Liu Sa's job.

As always, he organized various data into tables, then summarized them and uploaded the tables.

This information will help the website to push information effectively.

While working as numb as a machine, the voices of [mortgage], [insurance], [children], and [education] could be faintly heard in Liu Sa's ears.

So annoying.

Since the end of the game in the elf world last time, Liu Sa felt like a box had opened in his body.

A hidden impulse was constantly brewing in his heart, and it became more and more difficult for him to maintain his [habit].

It was like a drowning person suddenly struggling again after losing consciousness.

The day-to-day life of machine parts made him feel out of breath.

oxygen.

Oxygen is needed to stimulate the brain and restore the ability to think.

【Do you understand the meaning of existence】

[Mortgage] [Insurance] [Children] [Education]...

wrong.

not these...

In an instant, many figures and memories appeared in Liu Sa's mind.

Mr. Xu, Miss Wu, the farewell between life and death on the bridge, the speed of life and death on the motorcycle, the tranquility in the prison, the indomitable progress of the elf world...

These……

[Mortgage] [Insurance] [Children] [Education]... The voice of reality lingered as Liu Sa recalled the past.

hiss--

Taking a sudden breath, letting the invisible gas fill his lungs, Liu Sa let out a cry of awakening.

"Boiled!"

This explosive, full-bodied roar overwhelmed all the rustling words, and brought a dead silence.

Feeling the silent and awkward atmosphere, Liu Sa blinked, and finally said embarrassingly.

"Hold... sorry, my hand is cramped..."

In the middle of the night, Liu Sa, who had finished working overtime, dragged his tired pace and went home to lie on the bed.

Abandoning the anxiety and uneasiness of reality, he sleeps in a dream isolated from reality.

Before falling asleep, Liu Sa put his hands together and prayed.

"Please, let me experience it again, I want to know the meaning of existence..."

【Monternet port connected】

[Spiritual awareness synchronization ready]

[Serial ID: 97280629, identity authentication has passed]

【Quicksand, welcome to the surreal paradise! 】

Looking at the dark space around him, Quicksand throbbed powerfully in his heart.

Actually... really entered the game!

[Quicksand, please choose one of the following two modes to start the game]

【Single player scenario mode】

【Multiplayer Scenario Mode】

After calming down his excited mood, Quicksand began to wander between the two options.

In principle, since a novice like him has a choice, it is more realistic to choose [Single-player scenario mode] honestly.

But the sprouting heart of Quicksand seemed to be expecting something unrealistic.

To be taller, he wants to break the shackles of reality, bravely follow the throbbing in his heart, and in the turbulence of fate, firmly grasp the fleeting beauty and find the meaning of his own existence.

To put it bluntly, he wanted to try his luck and see if he could see his dream lover, Miss Wu again.

Of course, if you can't meet Miss Wu, it's okay to meet Mr. Xu, maybe you can learn some philosophy of life from him, and it's not bad.

In the end, by a strange coincidence, Quicksand chose [Multiplayer Scenario Mode].

At the moment of making a choice, Liusha began to pray silently, looking forward to the arrangement of fate...

After an unknown amount of time, the sound of the system finally sounded in Liusha's ear.

[Member fitting and matching success]

[In the reorganization of mental fragments, the world is initially fitted]

【The story plot has been generated】

[Blood, Alienation, Immortality, Reincarnation...]

Accompanied by the sound, Quicksand seemed to see a magnificent mansion filled with scarlet mist in a trance.

[Rumors and shadows shroud this deserted duke's mansion. The young duke's descendant invites you to come to this gloomy mansion to find the treasure left by your ancestors together and inherit your position as the head of the family. In this strange place, you What kind of fascinating relics will they find? 】

[Game Type: Multiplayer Scenario]

[Basic goal: Find the relic]

[Now, I wish you a happy treasure hunt! 】

"Uh...why is this style of painting again?"

Looking around at the gloomy medieval decoration, Liusha's eyes were full of helplessness.

Although Quicksand hoped that he would be lucky enough to have a lighter script before entering the script, God of Destiny obviously had some hearing problems.

Fortunately, this kind of indoor closed script generally has a very short process, and it will not have to endure four days and four nights of suffering like last time.

As the script begins, he enters the Duke's mansion mentioned by the narrator.

What's not bad is that in this script, Quicksand plays a strong and healthy mercenary.

This body has never experienced strong muscles, giving Quicksand a little confidence.

The dark room was filled with a decadent and oppressive atmosphere. With a thought, an oil lamp with a faint red light suddenly appeared in Liusha's hand.

"It came in handy, luckily..."

【Name: Mermaid Oil Lamp】

【Type: Relic · Props】

[Quality: Black]

【Introduction: Oil lamp fueled by mermaid fat】

[Special effect: Immortal for a thousand years]

This oil lamp is a trophy of Quicksand's [Personality Test]. If the special effects of this lamp are not falsely advertised, it may be used in the closed server of the game.

Thinking back carefully to those monsters with fish faces and human bodies that I met back then, the materials used in this lamp should be genuine...

With the light of the oil lamp, and because the [basic goal] of the script is to find the relic, Quicksand honestly searched the room carefully.

This room seems to be the dormitory of a certain nobleman, with stylish oil paintings hanging in the room.

One of them is a portrait of an aristocrat wearing gorgeous robes, but the face seems to be blurred due to the faded dye, only the ring on the finger still exudes a coquettish red light.

Looking at that portrait, for some reason, Quicksand inexplicably felt a dry mouth, and his parched body seemed to faintly yearn for something...

But soon, Quicksand's personality [habit] was activated, and he gradually got used to this feeling, enduring the restlessness of hunger and thirst, and turned his head to rummage through boxes and cabinets.

After searching for a long time, Quicksand didn't find anything like [Relict Treasure], but he didn't find nothing.

[Name: Rusty Western Sword]

[Type: Dungeon Weapon]

[Quality: Gray]

[Introduction: An ordinary-looking Western sword]

[Special effects: biochemical damage, with tetanus]

Although I don't know that the quality of this weapon is a bit poor, but in such a gloomy place, it is always good to have a weapon for self-defense.

As for the magical demon stick, no matter how quicksand summoned it with his mind, he couldn't take it out of the mental space.

This kind of situation is called [relic suppression] in the professional term of old players.

The general reason is that the existence of certain [relics] conflicts with the world view of the entire world, making it impossible to successfully manifest in this world. This is a common thing in games.

Generally speaking, the more perfect the world view and rules are, the more serious the [relic suppression] situation will be.

Therefore, the general veteran players will prepare several sets of different levels of equipment to cope with different levels of the world.

In this way, you can avoid the embarrassing scene of streaking at the beginning of the script world after playing a level.

But for a young girl like Quicksand, there are only a few things after stripping off her underwear, so she can only pick up what she can use in the script.

Holding an oil lamp in one hand and a saber in the other, Quicksand walked out of the room carefully and came to a corridor with floor-to-ceiling windows.

Before he could walk a few steps along the corridor, a black figure suddenly appeared from the aisle of the corridor!
【Spirit value: 84%】!
The sudden figure made Quicksand gasp in fright, and his mental value dropped sharply!
Immediately [Personality·Habit] took effect. After the stimulation, the numbness slowly came, the fear that filled the whole body gradually became dull, and the mental value that had dropped suddenly stabilized and recovered slowly.

When Quicksand got used to the sudden stimulation, he stood there dumbfounded. At the same time, a deep and rough voice came from the dark corridor.

"Player?"

With the light coming from the floor-to-ceiling windows, Liusha saw a burly and tall man in sunglasses walking towards him.

The other party had stubble on his resolute face, and he was capable and full of a tough guy.

"Uh... yes..."

Move the numb lips as far as possible, and quickly answer the other party with great effort, recovering from the numb state.

[Habits] This personality is like a fuse. Although it can prevent too strong mental impulses, it will affect the sensitivity of one's consciousness.

The other party looked at Quicksand and nodded in satisfaction.

"Yes, you are my type..."

Mom? ! !
Thunder struck the flat ground, and the quicksand trembled as if struck by lightning.

The nerves that were already numb were shocked again, and the mental value suddenly dropped to 62%, and the whole person showed signs of mental breakdown.

Hearing the endless words in Liusha's mouth, the eyes of the bearded and strong man under the sunglasses revealed a look of joy...

"Very good! I really like you more and more..."

One staggered and fell to the ground, Quicksand held the Western sword across his chest, and roared with all his strength as if he was dying.

"Ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"

Seeing Quicksand's strange behavior in some puzzlement, the other party seemed to have thought of something, and said suddenly with a serious expression.

"What are you thinking? I mean, I admire you for being a stable person, unlike some people who like to make troubles in the game, thinking about making big news all day long, grandstanding and disrupting order..."

What are you doing, that's what it means...

Taking a long breath, Quicksand completely relaxed.

"My name is [Jing], boy, tell me your name."

The other party's cross-examination carried a sense of oppression, which was only felt by those guys before.

"Uh...【Quicksand】."

[The honorable descendants of the duke are already in the residence, all treasure hunters are invited to gather in the lobby on the first floor and wait for the employer's instructions]

At this moment, the long-lost system sound suddenly rang, and Jing, who is also a player, also received this communication.

"Let's go, let's meet in the hall first."

Although I don't know whether the opponent's bear-like physique has the influence of [character], but at least the opponent's visual effect is quite good. With such a strong man in the battle, Liusha feels at ease.

Silent and silent along the way, Quicksand was walking, and suddenly a flash of inspiration occurred, and he wanted to learn from someone who took the initiative to enliven the atmosphere.

Yes, you can't continue to get used to it, you must take the initiative, break the habit, and make changes.

Maybe by taking this as an opportunity, I can gradually become a confident person like Mr. Xu...

The more he thought about it, the more excited he became, and Liusha mustered up the courage he had when he greeted his crush for the first time when he was 20 years old, and used someone's routine to actively communicate.

"Well...Brother Jing, what occupation do you do, and how many games have you played?"

"Don't ask too many questions."

"..."

The indifferent and chilling response made Quicksand, who was trying to set foot in the social field, shut himself off in an instant.

Sure enough, silence is golden...

Walking along the corridor to the hall, I saw someone waiting in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling windows with their hands behind their backs...

(End of this chapter)