I am your natural enemy

Brave No. 3 had an expression on his face: "You're the GM. I'm actually a prisoner. I can't do anything. What do you want me to do? Is there an answer written on my face?"

Even if the talents carefully selected by the Lieyang Department are not professional agents, their psychological quality is definitely much better than that of the founder.

The founder didn't see anything. More importantly, Brave No. 3 was the same as before. He always looked like this, saying something to him no matter what happened.

The founder always thought that the No. 3 brave man would find every opportunity to choke him with all kinds of words.

But as time went by, decades later, he had actually gotten used to it.

Because here, only Brave No. 3 can talk to him and relieve his loneliness.

For decades, no one knows who.

Instead of explaining, Brave No. 3 started making sarcastic remarks as usual when he found an opportunity.

The creator really didn’t think anything was wrong.

The only thing wrong could be Wen Yan, a guy he couldn't figure out at all.

I've been here for a few days, and I just read here every day. You must be sick!

What are the good books here? Any normal person would enter a lawn mowing and brush game to read a book!

With just a slight oversight, Wen Yan disappeared.

He wasn't even sure if Wen Yan was offline again.

Because Wen Yan seems to have a special understanding of this game, and his understanding is far better than the previous three people.

He can easily find bugs and use mold threading to complete the production.

This alone exceeded the expectations of the creators.

Because in this world, it is easy to enter, but once you enter, there is no option to exit.

The founder took a closer look at the huge undead floating there. That place seemed to be really a crack...

Under normal circumstances, falling from the crack means falling outside the map.

But Wen Yan has a criminal record. If he does this, he will probably be offline.

The creator himself never thought about the possibility that Wen Yan had gone to that door.

Because he doesn't even remember it.

In order to prevent anyone from passing the checkpoint he set up, he made himself forget what the checkpoint was and how to pass it. Then, even if there were any professionals who had the ability to obtain information from him, they would get nothing.

He asked Yang Hailong to replace him and become the NPC Archmage, just to guard against this.

As long as he doesn't show up, no one can get information from him.

After the establishment was completed, unlike Wen Yan, he had no interest in killing monsters and was addicted to reading books.

As long as he kills a wild monster, he will never see that door again.

He also needs to abide by the rules he sets.

Just because he was too cautious and caused a series of things, he now had no idea what Wen Yan was doing.

Wen Yan was staying in the room behind the door, looking at the server in front of him.

The server used to be a ball of light, but after he came in, it turned into the server he remembered. Even the markings, model number, and some scratches on the surface were exactly the same as what he had seen in his memory.

Wen Yan was thinking that the ontology of this server field, no, it should be said, there is no such thing as an ontology at all.

This is more like a concrete interface. The server field itself should have no ontology at all.

It is even possible that this interface can only be embodied here.

In this world, this interface cannot be embodied.

This is almost consistent with the intelligence of the Lieyang Department. The founder accidentally found this interface, or it may be that his profession made it easier for him to find this interface.

Then use this interface to do a series of things.

The purpose of setting up this private server game in this miracle world may be to make this interface concrete here, and artificially put heavy protection on the outside of the interface to achieve the purpose of dominating the interface.

If he can dominate the server field in other ways, there is really no need to use this method.

Wen Yan speculated that this might be the original purpose of setting up this private server game world.

When most people first get an opportunity, they don't think so far ahead. What they want to do most is to hide it first and then study it slowly.

At this moment, the interface was right in front of him, but Wen Yan didn't reach out in a hurry.

He looked back at what was written on the back of the door, the various restrictions, and then looked at the cables extending from the server. He was wondering, since there was no body at all, how was he going to take it out?

The cables here are connected to each jack, and where are they connected to?

It’s impossible for them all to be connected to the Miracle World, right?

Wen Yan looked at the door, and Chun Jun had already taken out his weapon, waiting at any moment.

He was thinking about a question: When did the Establisher establish these things? After he established these things, should he himself abide by them?

If he has to abide by it, does that mean that he might not even be able to get in here?

If he can't get in, how can he do something with the help of the server field?

There's no way he could cut off his own path and then trap himself here, right?

Does that mean that the founder must have known that he entered here, and he might come here.

Wen Yan thought about it again and again, assumed various possibilities, and prepared for a fight.

Then, he waited until he felt a little hungry, but nothing happened, and the door never opened again.

He was a little dumbfounded, and he was wondering whether the person who set up the place was too cautious and didn't come in at all and just waited for him outside?

He waited here for a long time, but no one came. On the other side, the creator couldn't find Wen Yan and felt that Wen Yan was offline.

Wen Yan waited for a long time. When he couldn't wait any longer, he continued to study how to deal with the interface in the server field.

He stood in front of the server in the middle of the room, thinking in his mind that since the server in front of him could transform from the ball of light into a server, it must be able to create something he could understand.

He reached out and touched one of the cables. Just as he thought, the cable immediately began to change. The other cables on the wall retreated by themselves. The place where this cable was connected magnified itself and turned into a screen. .

What was displayed on the screen was like an ordinary computer screen, with a webpage open inside. The screen was currently black, but Wen Yan recognized it at a glance. It was a live broadcast room.

There is also a warning sign in the lower right corner that the network connection has been disconnected.

Wen Yan tried a few, and they should all be people who had previously approached the builder to buy a transit server.

But now everything shows that it cannot be connected.

In other words, in this server field, to help those guys connect, they still need to have an Internet connection in the real world.

But then, Wen Yan continued to check the cables and found a forum.

An obviously heterogeneous forum could be opened. He refreshed it, and it still showed that it could be accessed normally.

Wen Yan opened two posts at random and saw an alien, scolding the Lieyang Department, and then got into an argument with the person in the post. It was scolding the other person for being a domesticated dog from the Lieyang Department and willing to be a country. two.

Then the other party replied with an emoticon of a laughing goose, accompanied by the words "reported".

Then Wen Yan refreshed and saw that the guy who just cursed was warned by the moderator and banned for three days.

Because "Guo Yi Guo Er" is a controversial term that is prohibited.

But then, Wen Yan was still browsing, and when he scrolled down, he found that the guy who cursed had been blocked.

Because there is a profile picture of a French bulldog wearing sunglasses, a guy named Bao Ye who doesn’t eat meat. He directly liked the moderator below and said that the other person uses dog as a humiliating nickname. Is this still unblocked? Keep it for the New Year. ?

Wen Yan couldn't hold back and laughed out loud.

Wen Yan took note of this heterogeneous forum and found that it was quite interesting.

But then, he discovered another problem. The forum could be connected, and the forum could also be used normally using the server domain as a relay.

Wen Yan felt that his speculation just now might be a bit wrong.

The server in the Lieyang Department is definitely not connected to the Internet, and there are sufficient shielding measures around the room, so there is no wireless connection.

Now it can be probably determined that this relay in this world may not require an Internet connection, but only needs the server outside to be connected to power and start up.

He flipped through the posts, and after flipping through several pages, he found a post in which someone lamented that he was finally connected to the Internet. He was disconnected from the Internet for two or three days and was almost suffocated.

And in just a short time, these guys have already filled several pages of posts.

It seems that the audience of this forum should be quite large.

He flipped through the pages and was basically sure that the time when this forum could be logged in was exactly the same as the time when the server in the Sun Division was powered on.

It seems that cutting off the Internet is completely unreliable, and it is most reliable to simply unplug the power.

This server is not connected to the Internet through currently known methods.

Just like the doomsday computer in the Sun Division, even if the hard drive is full, it doesn't affect the ability to continue downloading things.

Wen Yan checked the cables one by one. After each one, an extra mark would appear on the cable according to his idea, marking what the cable corresponded to.

He checked all the cables at once, but he couldn't find the cable from the World of Miracles.

Finally, he looked at the table that supported the server and was integrated with the entire room. He stretched out his hand and touched the table. He finally felt that everything from the table to the ground to the door was actually connected to the world of miracles.

Holding this thing in hand, it is like entering the management background of the game in an instant.

He saw chaos, all kinds of distortions, all kinds of garbled things, and that kind of chaos continued to expand, and it was only a matter of time before the entire system collapsed.

Then, Wen Yan did something. He wiped off the blood strip on his head.

According to the rules of the game, any character or wild monster without a health bar cannot attack.

Then limit the hatred value he can obtain to 0.

Moreover, in the game settings, there are indeed times when the health bar disappears and there are times when the hatred value returns to 0.

For example, under normal circumstances, when a player is doing a task and talking to an NPC, the health bar will disappear and the hatred value will return to 0.

These are all normal game mechanics. Wen Yan just keeps himself in this stage.

What he has done, compared with the various bugs in the world now, is really not even a bug.

He thought about the things he just saw and took out a spare input device given by the Lieyang Department, which had a large storage space.

He put this thing close to the server, and a cable extended from the server and plugged it into the device.

Then the entire server turned into light, turning into countless data streams visible to the naked eye, mixed with various symbols that he could understand and not understand, and poured into the storage device.

As soon as Wen Yan raised his hand, all processes stopped. He unplugged the storage device and restored everything to its original state.

He was just trying it out to see if he could give the interface a medium and take it out.

He stopped whenever he could because he had other things to do.

He continued to try to modify some things within the rules of the game here.

Then he opened the door and left.

The gray cloth flew out and continued to lengthen, taking him back to the City in the Sky.

The golden dog skull he held in his arms was put into the skull from the eye socket of the undead, and he continued to drive the undead version of Gundam, flying out of the city in the sky with Wen Yan.

Above the world, the founder saw Wen Yan reappearing and riding away on the undead. He always felt that something was not right.

The brave man No. 3 on the side could tell at a glance that something was wrong.

Wen Yan is out of health.

This means that from now on, Wen Yan is invincible here.

Wen Yan rode the Great Undead back to the main city and met Yang Hailong, who acted as the Archmage.

"What's the gain?" Yang Hailong saw Wen Yan and asked casually with a smile.

As soon as he said this, his expression changed slightly.

Because he can no longer speak according to the preset lines when facing Wen Yan.

Wen Yan looked at Yang Hailong with a smile and said nothing. Yang Hailong's expression changed, and he had figured out a lot of things.

He looked shocked and gave Wen Yan a questioning look.

Wen Yan nodded and looked towards the north of the main city.

On the top of the snow-capped mountains north of the main city, the girl who turned into the Miracle Virgin committed suicide there, and her body was frozen there forever.

It was because of her that the world could no longer be restarted, which gave Wen Yan the chance to do something.

Now that Wen Yan has found what he is looking for, it is naturally necessary to bring the other party's body back. He cannot let her die in a foreign land and die here.

Wen Yan said nothing, but Yang Hailong understood everything.

Wen Yan came to him first and wanted to take him away.

Yang Hailong smiled and shook his head.

"I am dead, and my soul is actually gone. This is not my soul now.

I'm just an NPC here now, and I can't leave anymore.

Even if the world restarts once, I will disappear.

Fortunately, I have enough time here to waste it slowly and leave what I want to say. "

Yang Hailong took a book from the bookshelf and handed it to Wen Yan.

"If it's convenient, please record these words and take them back. I have been here for decades, and I have not accomplished anything. I still have some insights. Please give some of them to my family."

"I actually have some ideas that I can try, but I don't know if you are willing to give it a try. It may be very risky."

"Huh? Is there another way?"

"It's not like we did nothing."

"Okay, then it's up to you."

"Do you know where the third warrior is? I haven't been able to find him."

"He has been banished from this world and is impossible to find."

"Pity……"

Wen Yan sighed, left the main city, mounted the Great Undead, flew high into the sky, and reached the top of the snow-capped mountains.

At the highest point, an iceman stood there. She held a sharp blade and pierced her heart with a look of determination on her face.

Wen Yan sighed secretly, walked to the ice man and said softly.

"My name is Wen Yan, a disciple of Fuyu Mountain and an employee of Decheng Funeral Home. I was entrusted by the head of the headquarters to take you home. Your mission has been completed, and it has been completed very beautifully."

Wen Yan stretched out a hand and touched the iceman. With a little yang energy, the iceman melted instantly and turned into the person he looked like when he died.

As if she still had the last trace of consciousness left, she glanced at Wen Yan, with a smile on her lips, and closed her eyes completely.

Wen Yan carried her on his back, looked at a figure flying out of the main city, and the furious Holy Light Church, smiled, and rode away on the big undead mecha.

He flew over the main city, and six wings formed on the Archmage's back, chasing after him.

They walked forward together and came to the City in the Sky.

It was only then that the Archmage was completely sure that Wen Yan had somehow removed the restrictions on him, otherwise, he would definitely not be able to come here.

Wen Yan flew into the sky city and came to the crack in the map again. Wen Yan followed the same method and took Yang Hailong away from the map and came to the door.

Yang Hailong couldn't see the door. He only saw Wen Yan reaching out and taking a step forward before disappearing.

Soon after, Wen Yan appeared again and nodded to him.

"Let's go."

The world is in chaos, the Holy Light Church has gone completely crazy, and Wen Yan has taken away their Holy Mother of Miracles. This is an inversion that the Holy Light Church cannot accept.

They sent their elites to hunt him down, but other sects had long coveted the main city.

Taking advantage of the Holy Light Church's fanatical elite, they immediately began to attack the main city.

The world, which was originally in chaos, is now in complete chaos, running wildly on the road to complete collapse.

Above the world, the founder watched with cold eyes, a little confused at first, but finally became calmer and calmer as he watched, just watching quietly, motionless.

Warrior No. 3 was sarcastic and sarcastic beside him, but he stopped paying attention to it. The conditions were triggered, and some things he couldn't remember began to slowly appear in his mind.

Warrior No. 3 began to feel something was wrong.

When he saw Wen Yan riding the big undead to the edge of the map, the founder who had been watching quietly finally started to move.

When Wen Yan took Yang Hailong and took the first step away from the map, the founder's pupils suddenly expanded and then contracted again.

On the other side, Yang Hailong's pupils also expanded and then contracted instantly.

With just a flash of divine power, the founder of the world suddenly shuddered, looked around fiercely, and saw Warrior No. 3.

"Old Wang? Where is this?"

Warrior No. 3 felt something was wrong just now, and the founder's behavior was completely different from usual.

Seeing the founder's words at this moment, Warrior No. 3 looked at the world below and suddenly had a bad feeling.

"Yang Hailong?"

"It's broken, something happened." Yang Hailong looked down and happened to see the "Great Mage Yang Hailong". He turned back and glanced upward with a smile, as if waving goodbye to the world.

Warrior No. 3 looked livid. At this moment, he couldn't help but think of something.

In this game, there is no NPC called Archmage at all. This NPC is the creator himself.

But later, the founder himself said that in order to prevent any professional from discovering the method of clearing the level, he did not show up and let Yang Hailong inherit the role of Archmage. The creator himself was above the world, acting as a GM to watch this. world.

This is not to seize the body, but that role is originally the creator.

He remembered what the founder said last time.

"Any game, as long as it has a design, there must be a way to pass it."

The creator knew from the very beginning that as long as it was a level, no matter what the situation was, no matter how difficult it was, as long as there was a chance to clear it, someone would always pass it.

This guy has been waiting for someone to clear the level from the beginning.

The more difficult it is, the less likely it is, and the less likely it is that the level itself will be noticed.

From the beginning, this guy was just out to get out.

Brave No. 3 recalled what the Establisher had said during the years he had been here with the Establisher.

The founder once said that he actually didn't take the initiative to enter here, but if he died, this would be his retreat.

If it is possible to go out, there is really no reason for the founder not to go out.

The creator designed him, and even though he had been exiled, he was still brought back, trapped here, with someone to talk to.

The founder himself is trapped here.

Warrior No. 3 watched the Archmage follow Wen Yan into and out of the map boundary. He was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot, but he could do nothing but watch.

On the other side, take the Archmage away from the map boundary.

All that was left of the skeleton dog was its golden head. Wen Yan couldn't bear to leave it here, so he took it out and tried to see if he could take it out.

After walking out of the map, he took out the device he used to record files, plus the device used as the server domain interface attachment medium. With the help, the dog head turned into a data stream and entered the device in his hand.

Confirming that this method seemed feasible, Wen Yan took out another spare device and looked at the Archmage.

However, this time, when he saw the Archmage, he saw something different.

After entering here, he saw the prompt from the natural enemy profession for the first time.

"Cyborg."

“Obviously I got a great opportunity, but died suddenly, and I can only rely on the virtual world outside the real world.

He is an intelligent creature in the electronic world, and the signal of jumping is that his thoughts are fluctuating.

The fluctuations of electrons are the music of his life.

In a way, he has accomplished eternal life.

He knows that all mysteries will eventually be solved.

All games must eventually be completed.

He arranged everything, sealed his memory, and treated himself as a lost pawn.

Only when the final outcome comes true will he remember everything.

Make sure you land the last piece accurately. "

"You knew from the beginning, he restarted the game many, many times, he had lots and lots of time.

Although his intelligence is not very high, he is also too cautious and does not dare to go to anyone.

But he can spend hundreds of thousands of years slowly laying out a plan for himself.

An opportunity to be taken out of the predicament and start over with another identity.

Decades are enough to change a person.

It’s enough to fully understand another person.

Friendly reminder: unplugging is very easy to use. "