[Comprehensive British and American] Welcome to Arkham's Infinite Journey

fourth night 13

"Welcome to the sports meeting in the beautiful town!!!"

A passionate voice sounded instantly after Sephiroth and others stepped into the gate of the school in the beautiful town.

The environment around Sephiroth and others also changed accordingly.

At this time, everyone was standing on the sports field, surrounded by beautiful town residents in sportswear, and...

Others looked calm or flustered.

They seemed to be players too, numbering fifty, and apprehensive about sudden changes in circumstances.

But at this time, no one cared about the mood of the players, and the passionate sound from the speakers continued.

After a simple welcome speech, the rules that sound very detailed follow.

Although there are a lot of long-winded words, a brief summary is:

Everyone must sign up for any sport, no matter how many.

You can also form a team, and the points will be shared equally in the end.

For each sport, points will be awarded according to the results obtained.

At the end of the sports meeting, the points of all players will be settled, and players with lower than the overall average score will be eliminated directly.

During the competition, if any accident occurs, the competition party shall not be responsible.

The moment they heard this rule, many players showed expressions of relief, and some players frowned.

Some people look optimistic.

"Maybe we can discuss cooperation with each other?"

"It doesn't seem like you have to pursue high points?"

But they were quickly refuted by others.

"Do you really think so? Are you sure we are the only players participating in the competition?"

"Could it be that these NPCs..."

"Those people in the audience may have come to watch the game, but those standing beside us, are you sure they are also just here to watch the game?"

"And the rules of the game...it's just terrible."

Whether it is directly eliminated if the score is lower than the average, or "accident" during the game, it is all very bad key information.

After the game rules were announced, without any formalism, the whole stadium became lively.

On the big screen on one side, those games are also marked in each different time period.

NPCs in tracksuits are already in action.

Many of these NPCs had appeared in Colin's house yesterday.

At this time, they took off their decent clothes, and there was an extremely weird and powerful feeling on their bodies.

Their eyes lingered greedily on the player's body.

Sephiroth even saw some NPCs who couldn't retract their tongues and kept swallowing.

It seems that standing in front of them is not a player, but...

"food."

"what?"

"The way they look at the players is like looking at food." Sephiroth said calmly, "And they feel completely different from yesterday."

Compared with yesterday, these NPCs seem to have undergone earth-shaking changes.

As if from a vegetarian rabbit to a giant shark in the deep sea, it is full of greedy desire for flesh and blood.

It's just that the "rules of the game" still bind them, forcing them to follow the rules.

Alia came over and asked, "Dean? Should we sign up for the competition soon?"

Although I don't know what happened to other players, why they suddenly appeared.

But after listening to the rules of the game, the players with a little more flexibility and confidence in themselves have already tried to find less competitive competitions.

In the case where the ranking cannot be guaranteed, but as long as there is a result, there will be points.

Participate in more competitions, and you can always get more points.

Unlike the novice players of Alia, most of the players who appeared suddenly seemed to be familiar with the rules of the infinite world dungeon, and there was no "completely out of state" situation.

There was no chance last time, this time...

Sephiroth suddenly stopped a panic-looking player. The player stared blankly at Sephiroth, and under Sephiroth's downcast gaze, his cheeks blushed a little.

Like a rabbit.

But he still quickly realized that where is this place, the people who can appear in this dungeon are not simple characters.

I thought so in my heart, but the words I said still didn't have any momentum.

"You...you...what's the matter with you?"

Sephiroth asked very seriously: "Excuse me, do you know the earth?"

The other party was stunned again, completely unexpected that Sephiroth would ask such a question.

He looked at Sephiroth strangely, with regret in his eyes, as if Sephiroth asked a very strange question.

"Of course I know about Earth, and I'm still from Earth. All the players here are from Earth."

Sephiroth nodded slightly: "Sorry, I didn't make it clear.

"Excuse me, don't you know that everything here is just a common dream of 'players'?"

The other party was stunned again, "What common dream???"

Sephiroth guessed casually, "May I ask you and other players, how long has it been since you returned to Earth?"

"Of course we... of course... went back."

"How often?"

"After each task is completed!"

Without further questioning, Sephiroth smiled and said, "I see, thank you very much for your answer."

The other party looked at Sephiroth with question marks and turned to leave.

I have to say that Sephiroth's appearance, as well as his speech and temperament, will all give people a strong impression.

After staring at Sephiroth for a period of time, the player, who blushed like a rabbit, even doubted his own sexuality.

Seeing the back of Sephiroth leaving, he couldn't restrain the idea of ​​wanting to stay.

however……

Maybe there is something wrong with the other party's brain? ? ?

Thinking of this, the player frantically shook his head, throwing this idea out of his mind.

It's really offensive to have such thoughts about such an existence.

When I looked again, Sephiroth could no longer be found.

Seeing Sephiroth come back, Constantine leaned over.

"What did you ask?"

Sephiroth nodded, "Something interesting."

When seeing the players who invaded Gotham City, Sephiroth once guessed whether these players came from another world.

Now, from the mouths of these sudden extra players, they got what can be called "interesting" answers.

They all come from "Earth", but they don't know about the "flickering" of various countries together, and they are not those fugitive veterans who have become "terrorists" after making troubles.

So many people didn't respond to him as the "Dean".

and……

The player said they would return to Earth every time they completed a mission.

Is it really the earth that went back?

After ruling out all the impossibilities, plus what he knew and felt, Sephiroth had a very interesting guess.

"There are quite a few players here, probably all 'produced' by the Lord God."

This sentence directly shocked Constantine, "Clone?"

The Superman who came over seemed to accept this sentence well, "Probably the same as these NPCs?" He shrugged, "With the ability of this main god who has never masked, I am not surprised at all to do this. "

Instead, it answered many of his puzzles.

Like those NPCs that Sephiroth said are huge in number, fully functional, completely controlled by the main god, and some of them don't even know that they are NPCs, it is impossible for the main god to plunder them at will.

With the ability of the main god, it is a very cost-effective thing to "produce" by oneself.

A few people chatted for a while, and the four of Alia got through the crowd and asked Sephiroth if he was going to sign up for the competition.

After some players tried to register for the competition and got a good ranking, many players have followed suit.

Sephiroth looked at the four novice players who were eager to try, and they were completely crooked. After a moment of silence, he suggested, "Let's form a team."

Superman immediately agreed: "I agree with the proposal."

Constantine also had no objection.

In this obviously wrong playground, let these players really go out recklessly, and they don't know how they died.

In just two days, Constantine felt that he really broke his heart for these four novice players.

The four novice players didn't have any complaints, and they even became little brothers very consciously.

Serving tea and pouring water, investigating information, clearing the way ahead, etc., they have already arranged various tasks for themselves like playing a game.

Just when they began to report on the matches that were held during this time period, there was a sudden loud exclamation from the crowd.

Sephiroth and the others looked along the sound and saw that on a straight track, a person who should be a player lost his head.

A large amount of blood sprayed out from his neck.

His body was still in a running posture, and he continued to sprint forward a few steps along the track along the inertia.

then……

slammed to the ground.

And on the adjacent runway.

An NPC wearing a sports suit, his face is wrapped around a round thing like a split octopus.

After a short chew, the NPC quickly swallowed the contents of the "mouth".

After swallowing the "food", the face that was originally split from the middle also returned to its original appearance, without any trace of incongruity.

As if nothing had happened before, this NPC seemed very happy to continue running forward and won.

"what's going on?"

None of the NPCs who saw this scene had any unnecessary reactions, but the players exploded.

The players who were originally nervous because of the rules now showed panic and fear on their faces.

"The face of this NPC suddenly split from the middle just now?!"

"That's right, his face was split open like an octopus.

"And inside his skull, there are densely packed teeth."

"...He moved very quickly, and suddenly his neck stretched out, eating the entire head of the player who was about to surpass him."

"Are they all monsters? Are they all monsters?!!"

There is no need to pay attention to the panic of the players.

Soon, NPCs in clean uniforms appeared, like sweeping up garbage, and removed the player's body that fell on the ground.

Even the blood splattered on the ground was cleaned up.

Everything was back to normal, as if the previous scene had never happened at all.

The crowd of players buzzed like frightened lambs, and the referees were calling the players' names for the games that were still going on.

All the registered players turned pale after hearing their names.

For a while, no one wanted to step forward.

Sephiroth's gaze swept over these NPCs, and finally confirmed the strange feeling he felt.

These NPCs are indeed different after one night.

They've all gone from normal NPCs who might do a bit of a soul-transforming ritual, to "monsters."

Superman narrowed his eyes slightly, and there was light in those eyes.

- Literally "light".

Superman said: "I'm going to sign up for the competition and try."

Sephiroth: "..."

Sephiroth: "Give them a little... mercy?"

Superman, who now looks a bit tempered, folded his arms around his chest, his beautiful muscles puffed up, and he didn't speak.