New Show Time

305 sits on the throne of the kings, and the film covers her completely, isolating everything in this world.

After leaving the capital, she came here in an instant to devour the most refusable power.

Otherwise, even the place where you sit will be disintegrated.

She hugged the outline of her legs with both hands, like a wronged child.

thinking about-

"Why I'm Different"

"Why can't I suppress my appetite?"

The food in the world will eventually be eaten, but now she has remembered those tastes repeatedly, and can no longer experience a novel food.

Such a world...it would be better not to be born.

"Who the hell are you?" Ainz sat on the ground in horror and questioned.

Sitting on the throne of the kings, he was thinking about how to explain it to the NPCs in the Great Tomb of Nazarick, when he was suddenly driven down by the existence in front of him.

He also understood that the other party didn't have any malice, otherwise it would be just a world-class prop - the slowly decomposing magic particles on the chair of the king's throne at this moment would have already been a sign of his death.

But... this world is really dangerous.

At first, he thought it was a sword master, Weston, but he didn't expect such a strange existence to appear again.In the game, there are creatures that have never been seen before.

305 did not respond to Ainz's words, and Ainz stood under the throne like this, not daring to make any rash moves.

Although the other party acted like a child, the existence in front of him was undoubtedly the top predator of creatures. He had no doubt that his level 95 self would be wiped out in an instant.

The feeling of standing in front of this figure is like the creator and player, this is how Ainz felt.

Minutes and seconds passed, and if there were beads of sweat, Ainz would already be sweating profusely from nervousness.

Then--

Suddenly '嗞! ' With a sound, a kaleidoscope Sharingan pattern appeared in the void like the kaleidoscope he saw in the real world.

Ainz froze instantly. This is the Great Tomb of Nazarick.

Besides the ring in his hand, is there such teleportation magic?

"No, this is the triangle of Celtic mythology." After seeing it clearly, Ainz showed puzzled eyes.

A different world will appear in this pattern...then there is only one possibility.

"Juvenile Master!" Ainz currently has contact with players who have also traveled through the same time, and only Juggernaut is the only one.

The next moment, as Ainz expected, a man wearing a swordsman's robe appeared in front of him, and it was an existence that he gritted his teeth with hatred.

"This is..." Just as Weston came down from the teleportation magic circle, he came to a room that looked like the final boss in an RPG game.

A skeleton in the necromancer's robe was opposite him, and he stopped him when he was about to attack.

"Ainz Ooal Gong. Sorry, I don't have time to fight with you right now, can I stop?" The golden holy sword was held by Weston in the room, and there was already a broken piece under Ainz's robe. pieces of cloth.Obviously, although this move was parried, the result was a defeat.

"Did you come for it?"

But Weston ignored him, staring at the figure curled up on the throne and the film wrapped around her to isolate the world, thoughtful.

"You can't hide your instinct, 305." Weston took a deep breath.

"%# & %..."

"I don't understand what you're saying. But what I expect from you is your posture, no, it should be your posture after the world is destroyed. So you don't need to act like you were abandoned by the world. I But I haven't denied you yet."

boom!

Weston's raised hand was instantly hit against the wall.

A shock wave represented 305's mood at the moment. She jumped down from under the throne, grabbed Weston's neck directly, and sent out the ripple vibration of "Why did you make me like this".

At least that's how Weston understood it through her actions.

"Hey, I didn't make you like this." Weston sneered.

"If this world is a game, I am the GM, and this skeleton is the player...then you are the game designer!"

Happy Lantern Festival

Chapter 110: You Can't Interfere with My Freedom

"I can only add some things that are beneficial to me on the existing rules of this world, but you are different." Weston continued.

"Drinking the red bottle to increase blood is common sense in most games. But why not the red bottle? Why is the red bottle the standard configuration for HP increase? The blue bottle can only add magic power? This is the original definition of those programmers and designers. And you are the existence that gives this definition."

Through 305's hand, the film tightly pinched Weston's neck, and Weston continued: "You have the power to overthrow and start over. In terms of games, you can design the red bottle to add magic power, and the blue bottle It is designed to add blood. In terms of the world, you can let water flow from the ground to the sky, the earth is upside down, and the sky is your feet, so the so-called common sense does not exist for you from the beginning..."

""""——!" A round of ripples spread in the air again, and 305's manic emotions gradually relaxed, and her hands also left Weston's neck, and she was gradually being fooled by Weston.

Weston rubbed the missing piece of skin, not paying attention.He got up from the ground and took the initiative to caress the head of 305 in front of the film: "So you should understand? The instinct I injected into you is to let you combine many and get the one you like the most. It's not just mere. Controlled by the concept of 'eat'. You are omnipotent."

305 issued a round of ripples and danced, as if asking 'Can I get rid of this 'craving'? '

Weston froze for a moment, and asked incomprehensibly, "Why should it be eliminated? That's the best way, isn't it?"

When 305 heard Weston's words, there was an incredible series of vibrations. She was surprised that the creator of the 'fish lips' understood what she wanted to express once, so she immediately danced excitedly.