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Chapter 367 Chapter 360 · "White Skull"

The silver bell rang.

The sound of players dancing and singing can be heard outside the door.

The burning fireplace in the room crackled, and the fire light danced on the warm-colored floor.

The young boy, whose cheeks were reddish from the wind and snow, lifted the curtain and walked in quickly.

"...Now I have given up all the clues in Wangcheng, resigned from my job, and came here for nothing." Noel hung his coat on the hanger beside him, and said with a smile:
"The leader of the soul clan, you have to protect me well."

He smiled heartily, and the laughter echoed in the quiet room.

He straightened his clothes in his hands and waited for a while, but there was no response.

He turned his head, looked at the young man who was still slightly bowed, sitting motionless on the sofa, and tentatively called out: "...Su Mingan?"

Su Mingan stood up.

The rolled map was tightly held in his hand, he turned his head and looked at Noel with a pair of dazed eyes.

"Boom!"

The small door opened.

Lu Shu and Lin Yin walked in and saw the current scene.

"What's the matter?" Lin Yin was stunned: "Why are you standing? The rules of the feast at sea will be announced soon, don't you want to chat?"

"You talk first."

Su Mingan spoke, his voice was a little hoarse.

He walked quickly towards the door, just in time to run into Ying who came to deliver something.

"Where are you going now?" Shadow asked.

Su Mingan took the shotgun, passive potions and weapons from Shadow's hand.After drinking the potion, Liao Guoying walked out straight away.

"Servia, Archerev, don't follow." He left a sentence.

He walked very fast and immediately disappeared from everyone's sight.

"...What's wrong with him?" Lin Yin turned to ask Lu Shu.

Lu Shu shook his head blankly.

"Nuel, what did you two say?" Lin Yin asked Nuoer.

Noel was looking at the figure outside the door.

Heavy snow poured in quickly along the wooden door, facing the head-on snowstorm, his vision was a little wandering.

After a while, he smiled as if he had figured it out.

"...So that's how it is." He said.

"What is it? What is it?" Lin Yin looked puzzled: "No, I said, don't make riddles at such a juncture. Teammates need to fully communicate."

"Talk." Noel tore off the clothes on the hanger, followed quickly: "I'll go with him."

"Hey—don't go, the rules will be announced soon, we just fight as two people, hello—"

……

The bigger the wind and snow.

Su Mingan rushed all the way to the pier in the South District, walking very fast.

The arrival of the twelve o'clock bell rang in his ears, and the pope began to promulgate the rules.

Su Mingan moved forward quickly.

He didn't choose to cover up his actions, nor did he choose to save those who were about to be alienated immediately.

Because in his eyes, this is just a waste file.

He has gradually discovered one thing.

...the organizer may not be able to really intervene in the copy of the game.

A copy of the game is more like a system that runs on its own.

It has been extremely fair so far.Crisis always goes hand in hand with high rewards.

He discovered this while browsing the world forum and looking at other people's strategy routes.

——The game dungeon actually didn’t deliberately target me, its difficulty matched the rewards I got, and I wouldn’t deliberately not let myself pass the level just because I was the first player.

The organizers can only intervene in the arrangement of special identities such as observers and hunters. They cannot affect the logic chain of the game copy, let alone directly kill a player.

They can only influence the player's actions by alienating and guiding other special identities.

What made him more certain of this conclusion was the situation last week.

At that time, Noel's words were not particularly riddles. Anyone who could think a little could see what he was implying, let alone the organizer whose intelligence level should be far above that of human beings.

If the organizers can really intervene in the game dungeon, as early as the moment Noel blurted out and Su Mingan did not refute, they would have understood what kind of ability Su Mingan possessed. Hold him and don't let him die.

...But they didn't, instead they watched Su Mingan go through a long fall, and then just watched him die like this.

Does this mean that
The organizers can't actually intervene in the game in the true sense?
Or,

Can the organizer with subjective bias not be able to influence the copy of the game that exists objectively and runs on its own?
Well, he doesn't need to cover up his behavior too much in this bad file that is destined to be abandoned.

According to the goal information of the previous week, I died at [-] o'clock in the morning, and it was time to go back to this time.

Although the timing of the retracement has nothing to do with the time, it is only related to the key plot, but generally speaking, based on his current experience, the time between the two retracement points will not be too close, at least ten hours above.

To be on the safe side, he cut the time in half to five in the morning.

As long as he dies before five o'clock in the morning, he can always have five hours of head start time.He wanted to find more clues during these five hours.

He put on a mask and a black robe, and headed all the way to the pier in the South District.Last week, he heard that something seemed to break out here.

Since the rules have been released, it has become a gathering place for players for a while, like a large vegetable market.

"Sell potions! Sell large-scale blood recovery potions, slow back, instant back!"

"Looking for a temporary team, I am a second-level fireman, with a combat power of 700+..."

"Sell photo albums of top players, buy a set of three..."

"Leave the trouble ahead, I want to get in the boat..."

……

Because the first five common strongholds were all covered by soul hunting, and the royal city and the church could not be entered, this group of players began to gather at the special stronghold of the South District Wharf.

There was even a bonfire that had just been extinguished on the ground. It seemed that someone had a party here.

Su Mingan originally thought that this place should be a tragic scene of fighting each other, but he didn't expect that this group of people was still enjoying themselves happily.

In fact, for ordinary players, as long as they have mixed the dungeon, they are already satisfied.Most of them are upholding the attitude of muddling along.If you can not fight, you will not fight.

He switched to Ming mode and forced his way into the crowd.

"Damn! Who squeezed me!"

"shit!"

Someone turned his head in an instant and began to curse at Su Mingan, but Su Mingan's speed was extremely fast, and before they could start cursing, he had already squeezed through the crowd like Moses dividing the sea.

People just feel like a car is passing between them, completely unstoppable.

Su Mingan rushed all the way to the front of this group of people, only to find that there was an empty area ahead.

Several corpses fell alone on the open space in front, like a cordon, separating the red spar from the crowd of onlookers behind.Standing next to the red spar is a team of players holding blood-stained weapons.

This is a group of burly men with various cold weapons.There are also hideous scars on their arms that are deliberately exposed, like a deterrent to the outside world.

The spectators didn't move forward here, after all, no one wanted to be a newly added corpse on the ground.

Just as Su Mingan was about to move forward, a man with an Asian face grabbed his arm violently.

"You don't want to die!" The male player tugged at him: "Did you see those corpses in front? They were left by those people in front."

Su Mingan looked forward.

A huge blood spar is standing in the night, its light is extremely bright, like another sun in the snow.

The players in front were standing there with weapons in hand. The leader was a gloomy man with triangular eyes holding a submachine gun. He wore a string of skull necklaces around his neck, and his exposed fangs were still stained with blood.

Beside him, stood a few men and women who also wore skull necklaces. The men were strong and the women were tall. Their facial lines were cold and hard, like the faces of the northern country.Many people's weapons were still dripping with blood.

After them, there is the southern port of Praia.It is also recognized as a resting place for players who do not participate in the sea feast.Across the sea, the giant ship was sleeping peacefully on the sea surface, and many players were resting in small boats floating on the sea surface, completely isolated from the blood here.

"Who are they?" Su Mingan asked.

"The Skeleton Guild, it is said that their guild leader is actually a serial murderer who is about to be executed..." The male player said: "Their guilds are all gathered by prisoners from all over the world. Go to the stake, or be imprisoned to death on the island!"

"There is still this kind of guild." Su Mingan said.

He also thought that the criminals on Zhai Xing, or some guys who were about to be executed, must have been among the players.

Unexpectedly, this group of criminals formed a guild to continue their past "career" and continue to kill and set fire.

The male player grabbed Su Mingan's arm, trying to drag him back:

"...Have you seen the team leader in front? He is ranked 896 in the world, White Skull Carter! Haven't you even heard of this?"

Su Mingan was silent for a while.

He can't even remember the top 890 in the world, he can only remember the top ten acquaintances, let alone the [-] six...

Although in the eyes of ordinary players, 890 is already very good.There are even many players who will record all the first one thousand players.

But to him, 890 or [-] are actually at the same level...

And, White Skull Carter.How did this name come about...

Did Carter say it himself? For example, before the battle, he would say "I am White Skull Carter..."

Although he has heard that many players will give him a name, such as "the gun that pierces the death thorn", "the dark devil", "the devil haunts", "the one-eyed man"...

...Forget it, this is their freedom.

If you don't let these players have some fun, it will drive them crazy.

Su Mingan set off.

He just pushed lightly, and the male player was forced to let him go.

Under people's surprised gazes, he walked into the open space, walked past the corpses lying on the ground, and walked into the "cordon".

His pace was extremely fast, and when he was halfway through the court, the big man with a white skeleton holding a submachine gun turned his gun on him.

"You, get out of here." The big man didn't shoot immediately, but pointed his gun at him.

At the same time, other teammates around the big man also raised their weapons.They are occupying points, and naturally they will not allow other players to enter.

The weirder the player, the more dangerous in their eyes, and it's true that Su Mingan, who wears a mask, is rare, and in their eyes, he puts a "weird" sign on it.

Su Mingan ignored it, and rushed forward quickly, as if he didn't see the black muzzle of the gun.

Seeing Su Mingan walking straight over, Baikulou shot directly.

He came out of Devil's Island known as "the deathbed of death row criminals". The last thing he was afraid of was death, and what he liked most was shooting.

The red-ranked "Devil Heavy Cannon" in his hand made him feel the joy of freedom even more.

Here, there is no law, no system.For him, the copy of the game is his paradise, a paradise where life can be judged by pure violence.

If it weren't for the fear of causing public anger by killing too many people, he would not have killed just the above points.

He fired brazenly.

He brazenly gave it for nothing.

(End of this chapter)