After being bound to a rival in an escape game

"I'm train conductor 1102."

Upon hearing this, the manager turned off all the copies of the game displayed in front of him, and responded with a smile: "Miss Customer Service, long time no see."

1102: "Have you heard? An NPC has awakened."

"Oh, I've heard so much." The manager leaned on his chin, and his tone was rather gloating, "The Lord God should have a headache now, right? How are you going to deal with this "accident"?"

"I originally wanted to obliterate it, but changed my mind later. It is unprecedented for NPCs to awaken. Compared with anger, the main god is more pleasantly surprised!"

"so?"

"So the Lord God decided to keep him, and gave him the title of "Mr. E", from a small NPC to a well-known program."

"That's good." The manager said casually.

No. 1102 blinked: "Did you know this person a long time ago?"

Hearing this, the manager smiled lightly, with a glamorous arc drawn at the end of his eyes: "He is different from other NPCs, he has self-awareness, so he can wake up and get out of my control."

1102: "You pay special attention to Mr. E, and Mr. E is also very interested in you. I think he wants to know who is the guy who has been controlling him all this time."

The manager raised his eyebrows lightly: "Hehe, let him wait, I don't want to see him, slightly anxious to kill him!"

1102:"……"

Administrator is the super administrator of the core system.He is second only to the main god, and above other programs, he can take charge of the dead world and manipulate everything in the game of Huangquan at will.

The only thing that is not as good as the main god is that his hands are not long enough to reach the other side of the living world.

Genting Garden is a place where all the programs are on standby. Managers don't go there often, because going there is easy to aesthetic fatigue and intensive phobia, which causes a lot of discomfort.

Because there are all conductors of Huangquan train, that is, customer service.They all look the same, densely packed, invisible.

This time, he just wanted to make a point and leave.

Unexpectedly, there was an unexpected surprise outside Genting Garden.

"Mr. E?"

The program that was word of mouth to the customer service staff turned around.

In the past, I used the "God's perspective" to observe this guy, but it can be far or near, but I haven't compared it with my own body.After getting closer, I realized that Mr. E was a little bit taller than me.

"You..." Mr. E raised his eyebrows, examined it intently, and then burst out laughing.

"Your hair is white, your skin is white, and even your eyelashes are white. Are you a snowman?"

The manager was stunned for a moment, wanting to laugh for some reason.

Mr. E: "I understand. I have seen it in the game settings. Your condition is albinism."

Manager: "..."

Mr. E: "I know who you are, Administrator. Although you are high above and in charge of everything, in my opinion you are just a brat."

The manager understood, and he fiddled with the white hair hanging from his temples a few times in a serious manner: "Oh, you woke up to find fault?"

"They are all slaves of the Lord God, so don't make fun of anyone else." Mr. E has a rather domineering attitude, "I just designed a new game map, "Fatal Dinner", and the Lord God is very satisfied."

Manager: "And then?"

Mr. E sneered. He stepped forward to stand in front of the administrator, stretched out his hand and raised the administrator's chin provocatively: "One day, I will take your place as Administrator."

"Ah?" The manager suspected that there was something wrong with his ears.

Mr. E: "You heard me right."

Seeing Mr. E walk away, the manager didn't have the slightest temper, because he was really amused by Mr. E's childishness.

Although they don't deal with each other, and the managers don't like Mr. E, but they work together, and they don't see each other when they look down and see each other.

Occasionally, a few words of sarcasm and a few words of sarcasm can be regarded as the flavoring agent of a boring life.After all, apart from Mr. E, the manager has no place to talk, and the group of small customer service staff are busy receiving players every day. He, a high-ranking manager, has become a lonely old man instead.

"Little Snowman, as an administrator, you must be well-informed, right?" Mr. E leaned on the soft chair, and when he spoke, the administrator had to be careful to prevent Mr. E from making further moves.

Unexpectedly, Mr. E just asked a normal question, technical exchange: "I think you like zombies."

The manager disagrees: "Is there?"

"There are a lot of zombies in the game map, and the smog and flesh are flying everywhere. I know your bad taste. If this is the case, I will make a zombie map." Mr. E said.

"how to do?"

Mr. E: "The number of players in each game ranges from one to 100. If you increase the difficulty, you need not only the difficulty of the game itself, but also the difficulty of fighting among players. How about a copy of [-] people?"

"Yo, there is a big explosion in the small program, what do you want to do?"

"Multiple terminals are united, and the copy is linked."

"Fresh enough."

"The name is ready, "New Century"."

The manager smiled and said, "You have worked hard enough! Now your name, Mr. E, has become famous all over Huangquan Games,"

Mr. E's complexion is gloomy: "If you don't make some achievements, how can you compete with you?"

The manager didn't reply immediately. He stared deeply at Mr. E's pupils. Mr. E's eyes were beautiful, dark and deep and charming.

"Moderate." The manager said.

It's more like a casual remark than a piece of advice.

The awakened NPC is like a ticking time bomb. The main god can let him exist because he likes his uniqueness. At the same time, he also taboos this kind of uniqueness in his heart.

Mr. E can't make achievements, can't reflect his own value, the Lord God will be disappointed, and what awaits him is to be obliterated.

Mr. E's achievements have demonstrated his extraordinary value, and the Lord God will be jealous, and what awaits him is still to be obliterated.

Moderation, a word, is the dividing line between life and death.

It is inconvenient for the manager to say: "A smart guy like you should understand!"

Mr. E avoided this question, he looked away, and said thoughtfully: "The dead world is hell, don't the two of us look like black and white impermanence who are specifically looking for lives?"

The manager was stunned for a moment, then suddenly smiled and said, "It really looks like you said that."

"Administrator, you are still subservient to the Lord God!"

"What do you want to say?"

"The Lord God is happy to give you the entire dead world. If the Lord God is not happy, what are you and me?"

The manager frowned: "Mr. E!"

"Don't be nervous." Mr. E stood up and turned his eyes slowly, "I'm only telling you this."

"That's all for me." The manager stretched out his white finger and tapped his red lips, "You, take care of this place."

Mr. E casually chuckled: "In this huge dead world, the only person I can speak my mind to is you."

Manager: "It's such an honor to be your tree hole."

In fact, it should be me who is honored to say so.

I don't know how many years, I don't know how much time, it's endless, facing players who are close at hand but far away in the sky.He couldn't say anything in his heart, he could only watch as a bystander, facing the bloody killing and death, from curiosity at the beginning to acceptance later, and then to numbness at the end.

He tried to say something:

Fool, there is a trap!

You idiot, you should find a corner to hide in a corner like this. The countdown is 1 minute, and you are still wandering around. Isn't this courting death?

It's a pity that although he is an omnipotent Administrator, he can't intervene to save the player, at least he can't cheat when the main god is watching.

Day and night, watching one game after another, from being anxious at the beginning, it became boring later.He started not to pay attention to the game anymore. At most, when the player called Administrator, he allocated the props that the player should have. As for whether the player would use it, whether the result was good or bad, he didn't bother to care about it.

Observing the game is bound to observe the player, and observing the player is bound to become familiar with this person, and after getting acquainted, feelings will arise. When that person is in danger, can I stand by indifferently?

In order not to put himself in a dilemma, the managers decided not to watch.

Speaking of that day, it might be fate, or it might be some other reason, he was really busy, so he picked up a game to watch.

Those screaming players who were being chased by ghosts were nothing to look at. What really attracted his attention was a program, an NPC that was supposed to follow the steps.

The function of this NPC is to cause damage, mislead the player, and lead the player into the gutter.

But strangely, he didn't do that, he said the exact opposite of the proposed line.

Those players got the message, took the right path, and escaped the death crisis.

The managers are a little confused.

He stayed in place for a while, and then called out the code of this NPC belatedly, read all the information from beginning to end, and finally stopped at the "controllable percentage".

90% maneuverability.

It's just so creepy.

He has 100% control over everything in the entire dead world, how come it becomes 90% here?

He was more surprised and excited than frightened and threatened.

He didn't intervene, let alone report to the main god, he continued to watch and let this runaway NPC continue to go crazy.

Later, the maneuverability became 70%, 50%, 30%...

When the maneuverability became 0%, this weird NPC finally awakened.

In the words of those players, your program is perfect! !

Manager said, I am very excited.

The first official meeting, to be honest, was not very pleasant.

Later, we got along a lot, and it felt a lot more interesting. This Mr. E has a kind of magical power, which allows him to do whatever he wants, say whatever he wants, release the pressure in his heart, and release the unhappiness in his heart.

Maybe it's because Mr. E's existence is special!

He is out of control, unlike those customer service staff, he has his own sense of autonomy, like a person, a living person!

"Lord God."

"Let me tell you something."

"Please order."

"Erase Mr. E."

Although he had a hunch, when he actually heard the order, he was still terrified.

"Why? Doesn't the Lord God like Mr. E very much?"

"Tigers are a threat."

Manager: "It's just a program."

"Prepare for a rainy day, I have a hunch. You seem to have a good relationship with him. If you don't want to do it, then I will personally..."

"Hey, do you need to worry about this little thing? I'll go, soon."

He almost escaped from the main god's space, stood there for a while, and called number 1102.

"I took care of you a lot, didn't I?"

No. 1102 tilted his head, and said puzzledly: "Yes, you are the best for No. 1102."

Manager: "A friend is in some trouble. I want him to go to the living world to avoid it. You will take care of him in the future. The living world is quite messy. I have moved a little bit, and the main god can't notice it for a while. If the Lord God notices it, please call him back to the dead world before the Lord God.”

No. 1102 was dumbfounded: "What?"

"I don't need to teach you how to recall it? You can't bring him back with your ability. You just need to do something to make him die unexpectedly."

The Lord God does not do whatever he wants, and is subject to the laws of heaven and earth. At least when Mr. E goes to the reincarnation world and becomes a real person, the Lord God cannot directly kill him.

At least before the main god notices him and wants to cause an accident to kill him, the traitor No. 1102 will first let Mr. E come back as a "player".

Players, like a protective film, can "shield" the five senses of the main god.

The manager waited quietly, and finally, Mr. E came.

Although he was lying there comfortably, Mr. E was so sensitive, he hesitated for a moment, and said, "Wait for me?"

The manager faced up, and said happily: "I watched a game two days ago. In the game, two players talked about hot pot. They put meat rolls, vegetables, meatballs, and seafood in it. There are clear soups, spicy soups, and all kinds of hot pots. As for the dipping sauce, I checked out the information out of curiosity, and it’s actually a pot on the stove, pouring meat and bone soup into it, and then rinsing it with various ingredients, it looks delicious.”

Mr. E was amused by the way he was drooling: "It turns out that the little snowman is still a greedy cat."

Manager: "After they talked about hot pot, they talked about barbecue. They put all kinds of ingredients together, brushed with oil, grilled with charcoal fire, and then sprinkled with cumin and chili powder. It also looks delicious."

Mr. E said: "You want to eat it so much, don't you know if you go to the game and taste it yourself?"

"Although the food in the game is real, we are not human beings, and we have no sense of taste." The manager raised his eyebrows, his eyes full of helplessness and pity, "You have been an NPC for so long, how do you feel about eating those delicacies? Like chewing a candle?"

Mr. E asked very frankly: "What is the smell of the candle?"

The manager smiled.

He lay down for a while, then straightened up and stood up.

"Mr. E." The manager took two steps forward and looked at him deeply, "Do you want to become a real human being?"

Mr. E: "What?"

"We just have the appearance of a human, and the inside is empty. It's worse than those zombies in the game. They will at least bite the living." The manager put his hand on Mr. E's chest, "Go."

His body lightened for no reason, and Mr. E turned pale with shock: "What did you do?"

The manager didn't change his expression: "It's a wonderful life to live in."

Mr. E's heart skipped a beat, and he panicked: "Stop! Are you crazy because you disobey the Lord God like this?"

The manager's heart was numb: "So you guessed it? Then you dare to come to the appointment?"

Mr. E gritted his teeth: "The Lord God wants you to kill me, so just kill me. It's better to die than buy one get one free!"

"I don't want to talk nonsense with you." The manager turned his back, "I can't hear you!"

"Little Snowman." In an instant, Mr. E's body turned into countless particles of light, which dispersed crystal clear.

Looking back, it was empty, and there was nothing left.

He looked at the illusory air, couldn't tell whether he was sad or dazed, and looked into the distance aimlessly. He didn't know when the huge cloud top space became so cold, so cold.

The manager didn't go anywhere, he lay in the hammock staring at the sky in a daze.I don't know how long this lay, until he saw the golden light, he gave a wry smile, stood up, and said, "I've already dealt with Mr. E."

Lord God: "He is still alive."

"But he is no different from dead. He has become a human and can no longer threaten you."

"You let him go."

The manager jumped off the hammock: "Yes."

Lord God: "You disobeyed my orders."

The manager shrugged helplessly: "I have nothing to quibble about."

Lord God: "You were created by me, and you are my only assistant. You maintain the dead world and take charge of it. Before long, I will hand over the entire dead world to you, and you will control it."

The manager laughed and said: "This kind of world is crueler than hell, what am I going to do? Although I was born here, I don't like it here. The Lord God does not allow betrayal, what are you going to do with me? Destroy me ?"

Before the Lord God could answer, the manager said half-threateningly and half-casually: "You have allowed me to manage the dead world for so many years, and the huge amount of data in it has already far exceeded your budget. After I am destroyed, you can create another The new manager, but the training time in the later period is enough for Huang Quan game to be shut down for 100 years."

Lord God: "How dare you threaten me?"

Manager: "Don't dare, I'm just telling the facts and making sense, I will fight and kill as I please."

Lord God: "Let's make a bet."

The manager was slightly stunned: "What bet?"

Lord God: "First, I bet you will regret it. Here you are immortal, you are in charge of everything, and you can do whatever you want, but because of your betrayal, you will lose these things."

"Second, human beings are fragile and small. If you are willing to be one of them, after you die, you have a 90.00% chance of coming back here. Not as an Administrator, but as a player. Lost memory If you can pass five levels and kill six generals, enter Area A and then be promoted to special player, and finally meet me through God's trial, I will grant you one wish."

Manager: "The Lord God keeps his word?"

"of course."

"In that case, can I make a condition?"

"Say."

The manager smiled happily and said lightly, "I hope to be born next to Mr. E."

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