King from scratch

The extremely quiet atmosphere combined with the bright red screen creates an excellent horror atmosphere—except for He Xingwen.

As long as the resolution of this broken computer game is slightly better, He Xingwen can feel the horror atmosphere of the scene more clearly. It will take half a day to figure out what it looks like.

Not to mention experiencing the horror atmosphere, when other players' heartbeats accelerated due to the overly real feelings, He Xingwen remained expressionless the whole time, like a crowd eating melons without emotion.

It wasn't until the keyword "half-plane" wafted into his ears that Xianyu finally turned around, moved a bit, and reacted.

He Xingwen opened the microphone and broke the silence: "So the Shadow Clan is a group of creatures located in a demiplane?"

Embers answered He Xingwen's question in a cheerful tone: "I don't think there should be any other answers."

"So they surrounded us a long time ago," Embers speculated, "Maybe they are still listening to our discussion?"

Speaking of this, Embers waved to the side and greeted enthusiastically: "Why don't you just look at it? Come and say hello."

Demiplane is an unfamiliar and familiar word. For He Xingwen, this word is closely related to another noun—the holy guard, the kingdom's well-deserved strongest combat power.

Demons kill as they please, and a small group of Zergs wipe out as they say. He Xingwen has not discovered the limit of the opponent's combat power so far. He even doubts that he can directly rule the entire continent with the Holy Guard alone - provided that other people on the entire continent All intelligent creatures were wiped out by the Holy Guard.

If the shadow race is located in the demiplane like the Holy Guard, then the difficulty of this dungeon may be much higher than the player thinks.

At least as far as He Xingwen's understanding of the Holy Guard is concerned, players can still lose decently if they withdraw to the mainland collectively.

But there is a problem here. There are potential rules for the location of these new civilizations bordering on the mainland.

New civilizations that are as powerful as Undead and Manxing directly border on the mainland, while new civilizations that are not as good as they are will start an era of chaos in the South China Sea. As for the weakest new civilization?

They bordered on the mainland through the gap in the world, and they formed the new continent today.

In other words, although the races in the New World became extremely brutal after thousands of years of fighting, at least they were very weak at first.

And the Shadow Clan, which is also located in the New World, is no exception.

When it first bordered the mainland, this half-plane civilization was very weak.As for how strong this civilization will be after thousands of years...

He Xingwen glanced at the red monitor, and continued in the silence, "I think they really want to talk to us."

Embers didn't think so: "They didn't respond to my words. I think they might be discussing how to brutally execute the enemy."

Speaking of this, Embers said clearly, as if he had seen it with his own eyes: "After all, some races are very particular about this sense of ritual..."

He Xingwen was thoughtful: "It's also possible, do you know about demiplaneal creatures?"

Embers: "No. But my dear father may know something."

In the quiet command office, only He Xingwen and Embers asked and answered questions, and the atmosphere was harmonious.

Someone sent Bai Xiaosheng a private chat.

[I think the devil's guess is not unreasonable... This Xinghan Canlan doesn't look like an ordinary player no matter what. 】

Bai Xiaosheng seemed to be silent, but in fact he was frantically chatting with some people in private.

Wu Xing received a secret chat from the other party.

Bai Xiaosheng: [About Xinghan's brilliant personal privacy, can you disclose it in private?Xinghan Canlan's performance is indeed not like that of an ordinary player. 】

Wu Xing hasn't compiled it yet, so he just needs to forcibly reject the other party with the word "respect for the privacy of colleagues."

Bai Xiaosheng took the next best thing and sent Wang Lun a private chat.

Bai Xiaosheng: [How much do you know about Xinghan Canlan?acquaintance? 】

Wang Lun: 【I’m not familiar with it, so we did the mission together. At that time, besides me, Xinghan Canlan, and Huaxing, there were also Ouhuang, Ye Quan and Wang Xuan. What about the process of doing the mission? 】

Wang Lun: [Beyond imagination, unimaginable, shattering the world view...Let's put it this way, the devil's guess is meaningless at all, and his previous performance was even more exaggerated. He couldn't have been disguised by the Shadow Clan without entering this dungeon, right? 】

Bai Xiaosheng; 【Tell me in detail...】

Wang Lun posted a long list about the last time he teamed up to clear the bounty hunters, and finally concluded: [I went back to watch the scene, and killed one by one, and directly killed the entire camp. It's still guesswork?It must be from the special forces!

If you think about it again, the special forces, haven't played the game for a few months, and immediately started killing people, plus the "personal privacy" that Brother Xing said, I suspect that this boss may have severe ptsd (post-traumatic stress) obstacles), so...]

Bai Xiaosheng's thoughts were successfully led astray by Wang Lun, and he came to a wrong judgment.

While Bai Xiaosheng was very busy, the conversation between He Xingwen and Embers was still going on.

"It's better not to bother the Undead Emperor," He Xingwen said, "Isn't this group of half-plane creatures here? Since they didn't kill everyone present, Is that probably an attitude of willingness to communicate?"

During their conversation, the atmosphere gradually eased from the horror movie scene of "Fuck, we were surrounded without knowing it".

Bai Xiaosheng affirmed He Xingwen's logic: "Indeed, if they are hostile to us, they don't need to let us live until now, unless they want to have a chat with us."

"The kingdom also has half-plane creatures," Andy Su said suddenly, "the holy guards that ensure the implementation of the kingdom's laws."

There was lively discussion among the players.

"Damn it, that group of holy guards who send players back to the resurrection point at every turn are also half-plane creatures?"

"I always thought that the Holy Guard just yelled casually, essentially planning to type codes at random..."

"Every time I try to enter the NPC room to steal chickens and dogs in the kingdom's territory, I will die suddenly. So it was really killed by them?"

"That being said, we really haven't seen the Holy Guard."

"But the Holy Guard is not invincible in terms of setting? Players can't hurt them at all."

"Then this mysterious race of thieves is also invincible?"

"How could the planner set up an invincible boss in the dungeon? I understand, the shadow is not an enemy, this thing is a friendly army!"

"Then it makes sense, let's just say, even if the difficulty of the dungeon is doubled, it's not such an exaggeration."

"Hurry up, hurry up, follow the plot and turn Ying into an allied army!"

There is no need to explain too much, the players spontaneously rationalize everything from the perspective of the game - not to mention, this logic is impeccable, if it is not for He Xingwen or the planner himself, he will almost believe it.

However, some players who knew the inside story, or guessed the inside story, were out of place among this group of players who thought it was not a big problem.

After all, the game belongs to the game, and there is no logical plan in the real world, which will increase the game experience for players so appropriately.

"I have a question." The demon who watched the excitement raised his hand and asked, "How do you plan to chat with them?"

The aborigines looked at each other and kept silent before this issue.

Before today, no one had come into contact with this kind of existence, let alone communicated with it.

"Maybe the mage knows how to do it?" Adisseo suggested hesitantly: "At least they are the only intelligent creatures who understand the demiplane, and even have seen the demiplane.

When advanced magicians are promoted to great magicians, they need to get in touch with their own etheric projections to deepen their connection. During this process, occasionally some wizards stray into the demiplane. "

After a moment of commotion at the scene, the mage was invited over, and then quickly understood the current situation.

During this process, He Xingwen was not idle, he clicked on his skills page, looking for skills that might be useful.

"It is true that there will be mages who stray into the half-plane," the mage said, "but it is difficult for mages who stray into the half-plane to return to the original point. The half-plane is very dangerous for us. We don't understand this special existence, let alone Communicated with the creatures of the demiplane..."

Speaking of this, the mage paused, and genuine doubts emerged: "It stands to reason that half-plane creatures should not have the ability to think, and it is even more impossible to become a member of many civilizations in the New World. If half-plane creatures can If this step is achieved, how could the half-plane be so chaotic and mysterious?"

His tone gradually became unbelievable: "It even became a civilization? How did this happen?"

Bai Xiaosheng grasped the point: "No matter how it did it, does it mean that Ying might not be a pure half-plane creature?"

"Isn't it a pure half-plane creature?" Embers muttered, "You don't even understand pure half-plane creatures, and now you're still thinking about impure half-plane creatures?"

Embers glanced at the frowning and thinking intelligent creatures around him, and his eyes were attracted by He Xingwen with an indifferent (false) expression: "You also think they are whimsical?"

He Xingwen, who had flipped through all the skills on the character page, didn't keep up with the opponent's brain circuit, and didn't even know that the opponent was talking to him.

Bai Xiaosheng ignored Embers, and continued: "The Shadow Clan is not a pure half-plane creature, so those people can find a way to communicate with the Shadow, then we can also try to communicate with each other, just try, it's better than It's much better to be confused."

So, next, all the Eight Immortals crossed the sea to show their magical powers, and tried to communicate with the invisible shadow in various ways.

Players shouted all over the map in different ways, the mage was about to establish a connection with the deeper ether, and the dwarf was ready to build a communication device with a hammer on the spot...

A group of demons danced wildly, very lively.

The demon stood still, Embers played with his bones boredly, Ai Zhijin lowered his head to contact other people, and He Xingwen was looking at his chat page.

He Xingwen didn't find any useful skills, but he had a flash of inspiration and felt that the chat channel was very suitable for his needs.

The computer version of the holographic game is very similar to the domestic online game, including the chat page, which is divided into several large channels, secret chat, world and nearby.

Of course, players who have played domestic online games should know that all players can see the news on the world channel, while the news on the nearby channel can only be seen by players within a certain range.

He Xingwen has never spoken on these channels before, because there is no need for that.

But right now...

He Xingwen clicked on the nearby channel, and countless conversations swiped through the screen, but he couldn't make out the speaker's name at all—the neighborhood of He Xingwen was indeed a bit too lively at the moment.

However, since the speeches of other players can appear in this channel and there is no response from Shadow Clan, He Xingwen thinks that even if he speaks in this channel, he may not be able to connect with Shadow Clan.

Thinking of this, He Xingwen moved the mouse, pressed the keyboard and typed out a line of words quickly.

[Nearby] Xinghan Canlan: Hello?

This conversation was quickly swiped by the words of nearby players and disappeared in the chat box.

He Xingwen quickly discovered a new problem. Under such intensive screen swiping, even if ShadowClan really saw his speech and replied to him, he would not be able to distinguish this response from it.

He Xingwen was a little disappointed, and then heaved a sigh of relief.

Although the difficulty of the problems is beyond imagination, He Xingwen never doubts that these problems will eventually be resolved.

In fact, the more he understands how big the world is, and the more he knows what he can do, the more certain He Xingwen can be sure of his own insignificance.

The stronger you are, the more you will be in awe of the world.

Just when He Xingwen was about to start fishing, the computer beeped, indicating that He Xingwen had a new secret chat.

He Xingwen switched the chat page to a secret chat channel, and a greeting lay quietly in the dialog box.

? ? ? :【Hello. 】

He Xingwen stared at the unknown symbol and the greeting for two seconds, then turned the angle of view of the characters, and glanced at the scene where the demons danced wildly.

The hands on the keyboard paused slightly, typing out new characters.

Xinghan Canlan: [Shadow Clan?Or change the description?A special race living in a demiplane? 】

? ? ? :【We were not supposed to be in the demiplane, but something happened.We're looking for a solution to a problem, and unfortunately, we can't solve it on our own.Since you can have such a clear dialogue with us, can you help us? 】

It's really not a pure half-plane creature, He Xingwen stared at the other party's words for a moment, and then looked at the messy scene again.

It is impossible to drop the vest, not in this life.

Xinghan Canlan: 【I don't intend to meddle in your troubles. 】

? ? ? :【Please don't rush to refuse, we can pay any price for this. 】

Xinghan Canlan: [The price you can pay is meaningless to me. 】

The reply from the other party paused for a moment.

? ? ? : [Then why did you contact us? 】

He Xingwen did it at his fingertips.

Xinghan Canlan: [When I was paying attention to these fragile civilizations, I noticed your existence.For me, it's interesting to watch the growth of those fledgling civilizations. 】

? ? ? :【Everything we can see is the product of madness, I'm afraid I can't understand how you feel about it. 】

It sounds like their situation is really bad, He Xingwen thought this way, and at the same time put forward his real opinion: [These civilizations are rapidly entering a new era, maybe you can seek their help. 】

? ? ? :【I'm afraid it's difficult, they can't even communicate with us, let alone give us help. 】

He Xingwen knocked on the table, and said to the main console of the game: "Boss, open it?"

The golden light flashed, rejecting his unreasonable request.

It was no surprise that He Xingwen was rejected, and he turned his attention back to the conversation in an instant.

Xinghan Canlan: [How do other people communicate with you? 】

? ? ? :【That can't be considered communication, they touched our outermost crazy field, and passed some incomprehensible consciousness, but we guess they should want to help us. 】

Then I guess you guessed wrong...

However, He Xingwen understood why the Shadow Clan surrounded this place layer upon layer, but did not launch an attack.

They didn't know the real purpose of their trip at all, and they didn't reach an agreement with those civilizations on the New World.

Thinking about it this way, the inference the player made just now based on the common sense of the game is actually correct.

This is indeed a neutral force that can be turned into a friendly army - of course, considering that the opponent's level is too high, it is also very difficult to turn the opponent into a friendly army.

A problem that they can't solve by themselves, involving a field that players don't understand at all, is not the biggest problem right now.

The inability of players and aborigines to communicate with this race is the most important problem to be solved at present.

He Xingwen was fooling around there, and the scene of demons dancing around gradually subsided.

Probably because everyone quickly realized from nothing that it was not that simple to communicate with these demiplaneal creatures.

The players whispered.

"Can the conscious body find this race?"

"I don't know if I can find it, but I know that the consciousness body is in a crowded place, and it will be hit by a huge wave of consciousness in the next second and return to its original point."

"The form of the consciousness body is too weak. Planning this group of dogs will definitely weaken this form. The ring tribe is so awesome. As a result, when the player becomes a consciousness body, he can't even go to places with many people, let alone What kind of murder is invisible... It's purely tasteless."

"One thing to say, the explanation in the remarks of the plan is very clear. The Huanzu is a complete body that has made up for the weakness of the consciousness body through countless experiments. We are the initial form of the consciousness body. In other words, you are the same as the Huanzu. Hey With so many race fragments, you can become as strong as the Huanzu."

"You mean we will also massacre all races in the New World for stitching experiments?"

"The topic is too far away, and the consciousness is not good. How about the mage? Listen to what the mage said just now. When they are promoted, they will mistakenly enter the demiplane? Should we ask the mage to go down and talk?"

"It's not good to sacrifice the mage when you come up, isn't it? Didn't the mage say that the mage who strayed into the demiplane didn't come back. Are you trying to clear up the mage's hatred in one go?"

"Then what to do? Is there any other way?"

"I'll say it again, the Riddler gets out of the planning department, what kind of shit plot is this?"

"It's a headache to set up npcs that can't talk directly with the old ones, so you can't be so careless about planning, and the whole world can't just speak Mandarin?"

The whispers of the players belong to the whispers, and the discussions of the aborigines on the other side are much more reliable.

After Anuta contacted other Ezhijins to inform them of the current situation, he turned his head and looked at the dwarf who was slamming his hammer, and made a suggestion: "Since the assistant of any mage can perceive the creatures of the demiplane, then How about you improve the communication function?"

Adisseo paused with his hammer, and turned his head to look at Anuta's expression, as if a designer who was squeezed saw the unreasonable Party A: "It's not good, are these two situations the same?"

After the small meeting, the mage on the side also came over: "Let's study it? See if we can find a way?"

Thrall wasn't idle either, he motioned to Bai Xiaosheng: "Go and catch some enemy NPCs who know the process of communicating with the Shadow Clan."

The command office got busy again.

After confirming that Ying was a demiplane creature, the demon no longer insisted that He Xingwen was a player in disguise. Part of his attention was shifted to the group of races that surrounded them unknowingly, and part of his attention remained on this special players.

After He Xingwen fooled the Shadow Clan for a while, the others found their own busy directions.

"Looking at it from this point of view, I really am destroying the balance of the game," said He Xingwen, who once again seemed redundant: "My plug-in is too big, so I skipped the process and reached the end."

The golden light flashed unhappily, and He Tong made a sound to help the other party express his dissatisfaction: "The main console of the game thinks that if you need it, he can help you reverse cheats, reduce your game experience, and increase your game difficulty. ..."

He Xingwen coughed and forcibly changed the topic: "You can actually understand what it is saying?"

"It can barely be classified as a program..." He Tong: "I can understand that its program fluctuation is not a normal thing?"

Thinking about it carefully, these two are actually programs... It's quite normal to understand each other.

A golden light flashed, indicating that someone was calling outside the holographic game cabin. He Xingwen glanced at the screen reflexively, and found that Wu Xing had logged off at some point.

He then quit the game.

When Xinghan Canlan disappeared from the crowd, Saar, Bai Xiaosheng and others who were busy all subconsciously cast their gazes. Seeing that the opponent's logout process was no different from that of ordinary players, they retracted their gazes.

The holographic game cabin slowly opened.

He Xingwen sat up and looked at Wu Xing.

Wu Xing had a lot of questions, but ever since He Xingwen "guessed" that He Xingwen was His Majesty the King, he had already had a lot of questions, and now it doesn't make any difference if he has a few more.

He pointed to the clock hanging on the wall, reminding He Xingwen: "It's off work."

He Xingwen was stunned for a moment before he suddenly realized that although he was playing games at public expense, he still had to get off work.

Seeing that He Xingwen didn't respond, Wu Xing immediately proposed without hiding his expectation: "Do you want to stay and work overtime?"

He Xingwen was only stunned for a while, and immediately stood up when he heard the words, and walked out the door, saying as he walked, "There is someone waiting for me at home, who is free to work overtime?"

Wu Xing followed his footsteps, as if he didn't notice that several arrows had pierced his knee, and hinted: "When you go online tomorrow, it will be about seven or eight days in the other world."

He Xingwen only works for five hours, and the offline time is calculated on a ratio of one to ten, and several days can pass in the blink of an eye.

He Xingwen quickened his pace and continued to walk towards the gate of the institute.

Wu Xing also quickened his pace, and continued: "Maybe by the time you go online, we will already be able to contact the Shadow Clan."

He Xingwen finally replied to him: "It's best to be like this."

His response was impeccable, Wu Xing couldn't hold back, those unanswered questions were about to blurt out: "You..."

He Xingwen stopped, waved to the car parked in the visitor area, and smiled brightly: "Why are you here?"

He Tongyi held the steering wheel in one hand and put the other on the car window: "I will pick you up to the resort. Mom and Dad will go in the afternoon. There is no one at home. I'm afraid that you will go back for nothing."

Wu Xing swallowed the question back and reminded: "I have to go to work tomorrow..."

"Tomorrow is the weekend," He Tong tilted his head, a little puzzled: "Are you going to work overtime tomorrow?"

"No overtime. He was confused at work, and even forgot that tomorrow is the weekend." He Xingwen walked quickly to the car, opened the door, and waved to Wu Xing, quite proudly: "See you on Monday."

Wu Xing watched the car gallop away, doubting his life in place.

Do you really want to leave?If you say you don't care about such a big thing in another world, you really don't care?