The World of Evil God game.

For a game like this, in order for people to be able to play it, the first level is naturally very simple. The kind of game that likes to put some BOSS-level units in the novice village does not exist in this world.

The man in the trench coat controlled the small red plane. In his opinion, the enemy of the big red bird he was operating on the screen was other big birds that were similar to it but were gray in color.

This big red bird emits a strange light and is vertical in shape, like a stick. After flying out, it can blast other big gray birds into explosions.

The composition of the light looked like an explosive. But the man in the trench coat only thought about it for a moment, and then quickly threw this setting out of his mind.

Finally, because it doesn't matter to him.

The small red plane moved forward, backward, left and right on the screen, and the big gray bird in front was constantly shot down under his control.

Those flying objects would still fight back, but the short-distance light they emitted could not hit their own flying objects at all, so they were destroyed one after another. As the passing music played, a trace of pride appeared on my face at some point. color.

Of course, apart from the flying objects in the sky, there are also some moving enemies on the ground, but these things are more cumbersome. Although they will attack themselves at inexplicable positions and angles, how can such cumbersome attacks hit themselves?

Slow, too slow.

This thing is quite simple to operate.

Then a feeling of satisfaction and pride gradually rose in my heart. Along with the music of the first level, the man in the trench coat even began to hum a small tune, and his mood began to improve.

But the second level was slightly different from the first level. The man in the windbreaker originally had the mentality of just having fun, but now he had to concentrate on the operation.

At the same time, as the second level is cleared, the third level opens. The number of levels continues to increase, and the difficulty also rises linearly.

Finally, the music of failure sounded!

At the same time, a small, even vague noise came from the machine, and the volume was so loud that even the onlookers behind could hear it:

"Game Over!"

Accompanying the failure music and this mechanical declaration are the same few English letters. Although they are completely different from the words in this world, anyone with eyes can see that what these letters want to tell you is definitely " failure" meaning.

The bright red characters that looked like blood were fiercely "slapping" on the screen, with the loudest voice and extreme ridicule. To the machine, this was just a "notification" .

This was his first failure. The man looked at the screen for a while, and he didn't come back to his senses until there was an impatient voice urging him to get off the plane.

Before I knew it, a large group of people of all races had gathered behind me. Their eyes were fixed on the failed screen, and they laughed mercilessly at themselves. They also spoke condescendingly and pointed at the operation they had just performed.

They said they were really good at playing.

Although it is their first time to see this type of "thing", it does not prevent them from pointing and playing cloud games at close range.

This made the man suddenly furious! An extreme fire almost burst out from his chest!

The Game Over character was not informing him that his game had failed, but informing him that his life was full of failures. All the good moods just now were gone, letting him clearly understand that although he failed in reality, But don't be afraid!

You will also fail when playing games!

"Kara!"

The game coins were stuffed in. Facing the voice urging him to get off the plane, the man made bold words:

"It won't be your turn until I run out of game coins. Who made you come late!"

After he said this, he felt a breath of bad breath and his mood improved instantly!

What's the use of pointing fingers here?

I have the machine here, but I won’t let you use it!

This level was difficult to pass. After dying two or three times and being surrounded by constant boos, the man finally found a way to pass the level.

A new clearance sound sounds, and a new level appears.

"This is!"

The man's eyes widened. This time, the flying object he controlled ate something. The two attack lines that he originally created suddenly became six. Except for the two fixed ones in the middle, the remaining four were respectively Fire toward the left front and right front together.

"Hey! Isn't this invincible?"

Someone watching from behind exclaimed, is this flying object enhanced?

Isn’t it possible to clear the level directly from now on?

"How many levels is this?"

"do not know."

"Wait, look, what is that?"

Someone turned their attention back to the screen at this time and discovered something different and novel.

It turns out that although the flying objects controlled by us have the ability to shoot in all directions, the enemy's firepower has also changed. With the change of the scene, it clearly tells the game players that this is going through a plot, and the local firepower, those The light and attacking light spots also began to move aimlessly and irregularly across the screen.

Soon, with the sudden appearance of a large number of local flying objects and enemy forts, those disorderly light points covered the entire screen, and the flying objects controlled by one's own side struggled to survive in the cracks of the attacks of those light points.

But in the end, he was hit.

The flying objects exploded, and the weird music of failed levels sounded again. The sound was a bit funny, as if it was mocking the player himself for being a colored pen.

"Game Over!"

The man's eyes turned red.

"The harder it gets as you get to the back, how can the enemy attack from such an angle?"

"The whole map is just dots of light, how can we live like this!"

The man scratched his head, and the crowd behind him started to cheer:

"No, it's me! I can pass this level! Really."

"I can do it too. To be honest, I am a very skilled hunter. This attack trajectory and evasion method are easy for hunters like us."

"I'll give you a silver coin and get off the plane now!"

The man swallowed, but the desire for the game occupied his heart, and the weird melody seemed to be mocking him, so he continued to play again without saying a word.

However, this level is almost impossible to pass until the end. The densely packed flying objects and attack light spots all over the screen make it impossible for me to cope with it.

When he finally passed this level after a lot of hard work, the passing melody sounded, and an inexplicable emotion suddenly rose in the man's heart.

But even though he has been abused, he has gained something that he has never experienced before.

happy!

It's joy!

pain! It hurts so much! But while it hurts, it’s also very happy!

Maybe this is "happy"!

"I can't believe I've been tortured by this thing, but I'm still playing."

It's been five hours, and the windbreaker guy doesn't know how he got here.

For the past five hours, he has been playing this little airplane game called Thunder!

Recharge game currency.

Continue charging.

Your money doesn’t disappear, it just turns into happiness that continues to accompany you.

"The time is up, keep investing the game coins! Hey, where is my money."

The man in the trench coat touched his pocket and found that the coins he had left were gone. As for the gold coins, the coin slot of the machine could not be put in.

At this moment, the man slowly returned to consciousness from the chaotic state above.

"It's almost time, it's time to get off the plane! How long have you been playing! Do you have a sense of time! Don't you work?" Someone nearby shouted, asking the man to get off the plane quickly. In fact, they were already impatient. , and their noise also made the guests in the tavern come out to take a look.

What's going on?

It doesn't look like there's any trouble.

Miss Malt was among the crowd watching the fun, her mind was still buzzing, and the echo of the god had not dissipated yet.

Everything the man in the trench coat did just now was under her gaze, and this new game or new game mode also made Miss Malt's eyes brighter and brighter.

"It's already early in the morning, security, can you get him away!"

There was a black iron dwarf whose eyes were as wide as bells, and his beard floated as if it was on fire. He was impatient and transformed into the King of Urgency, and shouted loudly to the man in the trench coat:

"What a piece of shit you're playing! I let the mutated eight-winged chicken in the dungeon jump around on this iron box better than you! You've died so many times! Stop playing if you can't."

There were people around who were eager to give it a try. They had discovered that the man had lost the coins to continue playing, so they proudly took out various coins from their pockets or ears. Coins other than gold coins could be put into the coin slot and exchanged for game coins. .

"Wait a minute! I still have money! One last handful!"

The windbreaker man fumbled for a long time and finally took out another silver coin. But when he saw that there were people of all races in the group, especially the kobold with fangs and the black dwarf with tendons all over his body, he quickly adjusted himself. mentality, and then said to the surrounding onlookers in a sad tone:

"To be honest, everyone, my life ended yesterday and I will die soon."

"My wish before I die is to fight this one last time."

As soon as he said this.

Everyone was silent, even the kobolds had an expression like "You're trying too hard, you're almost done."

However, only the dark iron dwarf seemed not to accept this trick. He took two steps forward and spoke in elegant universal language:

"You fart!"

"You were so excited just now, you didn't look like you were going to die at all!"