King from scratch

There is still one day until the end of the holographic game update, and ten days before the player returns to the game. He Xingwen is going to adjust the small problem that the dungeon of the undead canyon is too difficult.

It's not that He Xingwen wants to open all regions to players. For example, He Xingwen has no intention of disturbing the elves, an extremely xenophobic and suspected socially fearful race.

However, the Undead Canyon is different from the elves. The Undead Emperor who dominates the entire Undead Canyon welcomes players very much, so He Xingwen doesn't mind making the next stop of his "short-term journey" in the Undead Canyon.

Although this short-term trip seems to have lost its original meaning, after all, the two-year journey cannot be called short.

But since everything was normal in the kingdom during the two years without a king, He Xingwen changed the short-term trip into a long-term trip-the kingdom has proved with facts that in the kingdom's political system, the king is indeed redundant.

Then why is He Xingwen in such a hurry to go back?

"So, shall we go to the outermost part of the mainland?" He Xingwen said to He Tong: "I am very interested in that new continent."

Embers didn't regard himself as an outsider, and couldn't wait to intervene in the conversation: "I'm also very interested!"

He Tong, who was not at the scene, could only have an internal conversation with He Xingwen: "Then I'm afraid you have to get back the 'key' of the Salfa Federation first, and ensure that this new order dominated by the kingdom is running well after the player returns to the different world. Only after that can we cast our gaze towards the outermost periphery of the mainland.”

He Xingwen concluded: "You agree."

"Are you inseparable even for a moment?" Emboss floated around He Xingwen, trying to attract the other's attention: "Don't you want to say something to me?"

He Xingwen glanced at the red ghost, and then at the white mist covering the ground of Undead Canyon.

The white mist surged, like some kind of natural phenomenon, which was part of the Undead Emperor.

He Xingwen pondered for two seconds: "Speaking of which, I do have a question I want to ask you."

Embers regained his energy, even turning around He Xingwen at a faster speed: "What's the problem? What's the problem? Ask me!"

As far as your IQ is no more than [-], it is an insult to the Undead Emperor to say that you have a [-]-[-] relationship with the Undead Emperor.

He Xingwen complained in his heart, but didn't say it.

"What does your real body look like?"

The red ghost stopped floating back and forth, and suddenly realized: "That's right, we've already reached the Canyon of the Undead, so there's no need for me to continue suppressing my power."

Thus, the red ghost plunged into the white mist and disappeared in front of He Xingwen.

He Xingwen followed suit and stepped into the white mist.

Unlike what the players encountered in this area, He Xingwen directly entered the real Canyon of the Undead.

Corpses are spread on the ground, blood is flowing continuously, and countless soul fires light up the darkness.

A person sat on the throne made of white bones.

This is a magnificent independent space, and the end of the corpse is thick with blood.

The earth paved with corpses builds a place to stay in the sea of ​​blood.

He Xingwen lowered his head and looked at the ground under his feet. There were many bones, and he could vaguely see the bloody river below the bones.

He looked up at the sky, the blackness was heavy, and the floating soul fire was like stars one after another, breaking through the blockade of darkness.

There are no living creatures here, but it's not cramped either.

There are so many bones that a vast land is spread out, but except for the throne of bones, there are only corpses of various shapes on the land.

They fell quietly on the ground, as if falling into eternal death.

So much so that the throne of bones and the figure on the throne became the only existence here.

This is not what He Xingwen thought.

He Xingwen has read the discussion posts about the Canyon of the Undead on the forum, including everything that Li and the others encountered in the Canyon of the Dead when they first came into contact with the Canyon of the Dead.

No player has seen the scene that He Xingwen saw.

In the description from the players, the Canyon of the Undead is too lively, with skeletons, ghosts, and various undead creatures running around, sending them back to the resurrection point one by one.

But in front of He Xingwen, there was only a throne of bones and a vague figure sitting on the throne.

It's so dead here that there's not even a wind.

In fact, He Xingwen has already noticed that the brightness of the golden light around him has risen again, cutting off the air around him.

He Tong: "The air here not only lacks the elements necessary for living things, but also contains many lethal elements, which is extremely dangerous for intelligent creatures that need to breathe."

He Xingwen can probably understand why the Undead Canyon that the player sees is not what He Xingwen saw.

Because here for players, death is faster.

But then again... what about Embers?

He Xingwen looked around the dead canyon of the undead again, and finally fixed his eyes on the throne of bones.

That's the only place where "people" seem to be possible.

He Xingwen walked in the direction of the Throne of Bones.

It's too quiet here, the sound of running water and the subtle movements of bones colliding with running water linger in my ears.

He Xingwen has always felt that being quiet is a kind of enjoyment, especially after walking with Embers all the way.

This was the first time he realized that silence could be so unbearable.

Fortunately, the Throne of Bones is not far away from him, so He Xingwen doesn't need to endure it for too long.

As the distance shortened, the figure on the throne of bones also became blurred.

Although a human figure can be glimpsed vaguely, in fact, this is just a "fog" composed of some kind of existence.

Like a sharp blade, the darkness in the sky flows into the back of the "fog", forming the back of the Throne of Bones, absorbing light from everywhere.

The sea of ​​blood under the bones rushes out from the feet of "Fog", forming the red pedals under the throne of bones, flowing thick blood.

And he sleeps eternally on the throne of bones, maintaining the entire Canyon of the Undead.

He Xingwen can understand why the Undead Emperor is the only master of the entire Undead.

He Xingwen stopped in his tracks, not quite sure: "Undead Emperor?"

"You didn't find me!" Embers was the first to respond, breaking the unbearable silence.

He Xingwen looked towards the place where the voice came from, the blurred figure on the throne of bones.

"You're too far away, come in a little more," Embers continued eloquently, "otherwise, how would you find me?"

To be honest, in the current scene and atmosphere, this sentence sounds extremely disturbing and kind.

He Xingwen glanced at the dazzling golden light around him, and continued walking in the direction of the Bone Throne, shortening the distance between them to the point where they were too close.

Therefore, he was finally able to see the details of the Bone Throne through that blurred figure.

The throne is composed of countless crystal clear bones, and above these bones, there is a skull—not a human skull, but the head of some kind of giant beast that He Xingwen has never seen before.

It is at the top of the backrest made of pure darkness, like some kind of embellishment, but also like some kind of trophy. It is located at the highest point, at the same height as the head of the fuzzy human figure.

From a distance, they are almost side by side.

He Xingwen noticed that in the skull of the strange giant beast, there were some tiny traces of patchwork. It seemed that it had been shattered to the point where it needed to be pieced together again. It became what it is now.

"You found me," Embers said as usual: "This is where my strength and soul reside, which is the real me. If you are interested in the real body of the Undead Emperor, this human form is not actually a His real body, this space can be regarded as the real him."

He Xingwen made an inference: "So the Canyon of the Undead is actually the Emperor of the Undead?"

The white bones that made up the ground moved to form a line of text.

【It’s not accurate to say this, but it’s enough for you to understand this. 】

"Although the original form is very powerful, I prefer other forms." The white bones on the ground jumped up to form a human-shaped skeleton. The yellow soul fire lit up from the skull's head, and the whole skeleton "lived".

Embers stretched his waist, and made the sound of bones colliding all over his body: "I feel endless energy, it's really comfortable."

"Do you know how uncomfortable it is to squeeze yourself into a small body?" Embers complained: "You have to be very, very careful to prevent this small body from accidentally breaking, and it's okay if it breaks, mainly because it breaks. After you lose it, you still have to worry about whether the world will be destroyed by you..."

He Xingwen expressed his feelings truthfully: "It sounds like you are very dangerous to this world."

[The danger is other intelligent creatures living in this world, and death is always very dangerous for them. 】

"That's why! It's great to meet the chubby guys! Although they are a bit too enthusiastic, they are the only creatures in another world who don't need to obey the death rules of this world!" Embers cheered heartlessly Said: "We can contact them casually, toss them casually, and get a warm welcome! ███..."

Almost at the moment when the string of silences that became garbled because they could not be translated appeared, He Xingwen saw the destruction scene of the bones collapsing, the sea of ​​blood surging, and the darkness falling.

But just for a moment, everything remained as He Xingwen saw it just now, as if it was just an illusion when he was in a daze...

No, that's not it.

He Xingwen covered his eyes that were almost blinded by the golden light: "So, can someone explain to me what happened just now?"

There was a little embarrassment in Embers' tone: "I accidentally called out his name, but it's really nothing, the main reason is that there is a living creature at the scene..."

He Xingwen: "This living thing doesn't refer to me, does it?"

"Ah..." Embers said in a relaxed tone, "Yes, you are different from those players. You are located at the junction of these two worlds, so the death rules of this world also take effect on you. The name of the god of death is indeed a bit too exciting."

"Reaper?" He Xingwen grasped the point: "I thought the gods in this world were extinct?"

"The word extinction sounds like the gods are regarded as some endangered species..." Embers complained: "There are indeed no gods in this world."

He Xingwen moved his hand away, and the brightness of the golden light was slightly lowered, but it still maintained an extremely vigilant light.

He Tong added a sentence: "The word death is a literal translation between different civilizations. To be precise, the other party is not a god, but death itself."

That's more impactful than him being the Grim Reaper.

He Xingwen: "What?"

"It's not what you think..." He Tong explained unhurriedly: "After all, you should remember that the Canyon of the Undead is a broken world bordering the mainland."

"The end of the world may be different, but most of the choices of intelligent creatures are the same. They all want to save the world, preserve civilization, or more simply, survive."

"This... the undead emperor is the same, but his way of preserving civilization is very ingenious." He Tong: "All intelligent creatures in the world he lives in will die because of him before the world is destroyed, and then use another method 'Live', he took on an entire civilization, and became death itself—only in his world."

"But when this broken world borders on the continent and is assimilated by the continent, the rules take effect in this world."

"So, he became a god of death in another sense, without the name of a god, but with the authority of a god."

He Xingwen almost forgot that most of these new civilizations bordering the mainland are survivors of their own doomsday, even the undead who are so powerful as undead.

"Are you finished?"

Embers waited for a while, watching He Xingwen's vivid expression with great interest, and soon lost his patience, urging He Xingwen: "To be honest, your relationship is too good. It's so far apart, and you have to get together." Whisper together..."

Shocked by the shocking insider, He Xingwen casually said, "Maybe it's because he is my lover?"

"Ah?" Embers uttered a single syllable with his three views refreshed: "Is what you mean by lovers what I understand?"

It was actually quite interesting to see him yelling, He Xingwen nodded solemnly: "Speaking of which, I am also curious about another point, don't you have any intelligent creatures that you like?"

The skeleton's jaw opened and closed, but he didn't hold back a word.

In the end, it was the Undead Emperor who solved the siege [Of course he did, he was just shocked, the huge gap between you and that special intelligent creature, that special intelligent creature is not the intelligent creature we are familiar with. 】

Embers picked up his chin, and said with a gaping tongue: "As expected of the man who changed the direction of the world..."

Embers couldn't find words to describe his feelings, so he choked out a sentence: "Then if your feelings for each other come to an end, you still have to toss about the end of the world?"

"Hey, I think we should prepare and start looking for the next sojourn world for a short stay?"

【What about your manners?Embers? 】

Thanks to Embers's form, he couldn't roll his eyes, but the other party still vividly expressed his yin and yang aura: "Okay, okay, dear father, do you think we should prepare to run away? Don't be accidentally caught Trapped in this world."

He Tong: "I think he is worrying too much."

He Xingwen: "I think you think too much."

Embers looked like someone who had been through it, and said earnestly: "That's because your life has just begun. If you live such a long life like us, and you can't see the end far away, you will understand how much a relationship is. Easy to eliminate."

[Don't pay attention to him, he has been so stupid. 】

"Hey……"

[Embers, polite? 】

"Ignore him, let's discuss the business." Embers changed the subject and said, "As you can see, there is really nothing interesting here, only death remains unchanged."

[We have only been in this world for a short while, you have to be more patient, or are you already tired of this world?I thought you were having a good time outside. 】

Embers sighed: "I'll go talk to him, just wait a while."

After saying these words, the bones were scattered all over the place, and the scene returned to sudden silence.

In silence, He Xingwen counted the numbers silently. This time he counted to one thousand, and then waited until Embers finished the conversation with the Undead Emperor and re-formed the skeleton.

"Where did we talk just now?" Embers: "Rounded? Yes, it's rounded. Do you have any good ideas?"

He Xingwen didn't ask what they said. He followed the other party's words: "First of all, this place is definitely not suitable for players."

Not to mention that this environment will cause players to lose blood and die every minute. If the player takes the risk of dying and dismantling the Skeleton Throne, then the problem will be big.

"Secondly, we need to determine what the undead need, and what the player needs."

Embers glanced at the Skeleton Throne: "The undead like to be chubby! They are noisy and will not die, and they are chubby, so cute!"

This sounds like the Undead Emperor's preference. He Xingwen had heard the same comment from the Undead Emperor before.

He Xingwen confirmed with them: "Do you have any other requirements for the players?"

Embers nodded.

He Xingwen: "Then the problem is much simpler, it only needs to meet the needs of the players."

And what players like is obvious.

"Before that, I need to confirm one thing," He Xingwen said cautiously: "Undead creatures don't die?"

Embers: "Of course, you have seen with your own eyes how I 'survived' from death. As long as the Undead Emperor is still there, all deaths will be revived in his will."

"That's good, come on, now let's talk in detail about the actor's self-cultivation and the succession and transition that a story with climaxes and climaxes should have."

That day, Embers entered a whole new field.

That's right, since the Canyon of the Undead is so cooperative, and the requirements of the Emperor of the Undead are so low, He Xingwen is going to provide players with an immersive, storyline, and undead world one-stop service.

While allowing players to do tasks to become heroes who save the world and improve the game experience, they also accomplish the purpose of telling stories for the widowed elderly, putting on stage plays, playing games, and cleaning.

It can be said to kill two birds with one stone, the only problem is how to maintain order.

He Xingwen had already begun to worry in advance that the immersive experience of the Canyon of the Undead was too well received. After attracting too many players, there would be problems with the plot interpretation of the World of the Undead.

[I can create different spaces for them, and each space can accommodate a certain number of rounds, so that there is no need to worry about the order getting out of control, and those stories will never have loopholes. 】

I don't know why, it's obviously a normal sentence, but in this environment, there is always a villainous boss atmosphere...

Embers was much more excited than when he was working on that mechanical body research: "And you can also throw those garbage as rewards to Yuangunguns, that's great! You don't know, this guy never throws garbage. We live in so many worlds. He put away all the messy things he encountered during his short stay."

The language is too poor to describe this, so Embers simply reached out and held He Xingwen's hand.

The scene in front of him changed into another one.

Standing in the sea of ​​blood, He Xingwen looked up at the white "sky" above, which was the land made of white bones.

He went from above the bones to below the bones, in the depths of the surging sea of ​​blood.

Compared with the above, this place has completely changed the scene.

Embers: "It's like a dump, isn't it?"

He Xingwen is very rigorous: "The garbage dump is dirtier and messier than it. This is more like a collection hall."

In the depths of the sea of ​​blood, there are densely packed "garbage" of various colors. They are not piled up randomly, but cover a large area in the depths of the sea of ​​blood according to certain rules while maintaining a certain distance.

It's almost like some kind of exhibition hall, displaying collections from different worlds.

At a glance, He Xingwen saw among the collections of different shapes the most common swords, guns and sticks, and even nuclear bombs—how did the Undead Emperor get this thing?

It can't be that someone bombed the Canyon of the Dead with a nuclear bomb, right?

Of course, he also saw unknown objects that he had never seen before and whose purpose was unknown.

Waves rose from the sea of ​​blood, and words emerged from the liquid.

[They are indeed categorized.I like to collect artifacts from different civilizations, they are usually very interesting.

You can see the yearning for the universe of the weak creatures trapped on the planet, and you can also see the reflection of the life of the behemoth swimming in the universe...]

Embers yelled and interrupted him: "You should throw away some of them anyway. There are more and more of these things. Sooner or later, there will be no room here."

【I can choose some to give to Yuangunguns, I think they will be very happy. 】

He Xingwen glanced at the nuclear bombs in the collection and some "artifacts" that shone with strong energy, and didn't dare to think about how many unexpected things there were in this extremely vast collection.

Players can definitely use these things to destroy the world!absolute!

"Well, if you plan to do this, first of all, I'm afraid we have to set different levels for these collections, to confirm which ones can flow into players' hands, and which ones can only be kept in your hands forever."

【Are you not interested in them?I would love to gift you some of the collection as a thank you for your care of Embers and all you have done for us. 】

He Xingwen is very sure of this: "I have enough."

"If you really think there are too many collections, you can also give them to the aborigines of this world—but again, we have to set a standard first to make sure that nothing that shouldn't flow into this world will appear on the mainland superior."

"After all..." He Xingwen glanced at these collections: "There are some things here that look dangerous."

On this day, a project called "Collection Hall" was established in the Canyon of the Dead.

The original person in charge of this project was: His Majesty the King, the Undead Emperor and Undead Embers.

Dedicated to ensuring that certain collectibles do not enter the world that are too dangerous for this world, the project consists of cataloging the hundreds of millions of collectibles in the collection.

Over a long period of time, it has gradually evolved into an organization used to recover dangerous goods and ensure that the continent is not destroyed.

During the formation of the new world with the continent as the core, the contact process between the continent and those world projections caused some dangerous goods from the world projection to flow into the continent.

After the scientific research entered a certain stage, many man-made dangerous goods also appeared.

Of course, the fundamental reason is that the Salfa Federation has completed the task of breaking through the world's restrictions.

The other world has become an inconspicuous member of countless worlds. In the great changes in world cognition, there are countless dangerous objects pouring into this world, even to the point of needing special recycling.

At that time, the original person in charge, His Majesty the King, was nowhere to be found. Most of the immortal species who had experienced the era of His Majesty the King had already died, and only the Undead Emperor was still the person in charge of this project.

The immortality of the person in charge ensured that the project not only did not disappear in the long time, but even evolved different characteristics over time to adapt to different eras.