I am invincible after I can read the file

The dark corridor is very quiet, even standing in the corridor, you can hear the joyful laughter and exclamation from time to time.

Akimovich bypassed the two zombies who came out to rinse their mouths together. The tall ghostly lady swirled past him, and the whole corridor lit up with fluorescent lights. Aki moved aside to avoid these colleagues or guests. ——

Although he is as tall as a bear, he doesn't want to conflict with these people, it's not that he doesn't want to live anymore.

These people... Aki touched his nose, he felt that the corridor was a bit stuffy, it was dark outside, his cigarettes were kept in his pocket, and they were wrinkled.

Forget it, find a corner and secretly smoke one.

Looking back, he felt that these intricate circular corridors were all the same, and he couldn't find the way back, so he opened a door at random, and the inside of the door was also dark.

So Aki leaned against the wall and took out the cigarette case.

"Snapped"

The lights in the room came on.

He was like a St. Bernard dog whose tail was scorched by fire, immediately jumped up vigilantly, the cigarette case was pinched even more wrinkled, and he put one hand on his waist, making an obvious defensive posture.

Someone leaned against the wall like him, pointed to his left hand, and said in a natural tone as if chatting: "You don't seem to have a gun."

Aki stared at him: "Of course, I'm just an actor."

How could he have a gun by his side?

After refuting, he began to look at the stranger's appearance.

The other party was wearing a white cardigan with black long sleeves inside, his curled black hair was pressed down by a black baseball cap, and a donut was printed on the mask.

His movements were natural and relaxed, and there were dots of smiles in his eyes. Under the light, his skin was glowing white, with a strange sense of transparency.

At first, Aki thought he looked familiar, but later found that the "transparent to transparent" feeling was not his illusion.

This one is also a ghost.

Mr. Ghost waved at him, then pulled down the mask and quickly put it back on, and the face under the mask took the opportunity to give him a mischievous smile.

"You—" Aki almost screamed out.

He gestured to the boy: twelve.

The boy nodded.

Aki let out a breath slowly.

This guy is NO.12!what happened?Shouldn't he be on the show?It was a major filming accident for the contestants to run away from the scene of the show. Aki thought about it for a while, and cold sweat began to break out on his forehead.

——In short, he must be sent back to the show before the incident is exposed!

No, no, this show just wants to see everyone's true faces, and if NO.12 knows that this is a show, the show will not be able to continue!

Directly revealing the subject to the actor and giving him more shots overtly and covertly are two different things!The former will ruin the reputation of the casino, and everyone will have no good fruit to eat!

"Then why don't you participate?" NO.12 probably understood why Aji was anxious, and reached out to pat him on the shoulder, "Just say that I died at the beginning, so it's okay to be the first one out?"

Aki stared at him, and locked the door with his backhand.

"Although you haven't shown up yet, everyone suspects that you are holding back some big moves. How could you die in the first place? By the way," he asked, "How did you get out?"

NO.12 Unexpectedly asked what to answer:

"You can tell from the way I look now, I left my body and ran over in the state of a soul."

"I haven't lost for the time being. Maybe the program crew hid my body, or can I be a tool man like manipulating You... manipulating No. [-]?"

Aki was still worried.

He silently calculated the odds of several betting markets in his mind, and said after deliberation: "Then...the winner may be number eight?"

This is the best result without crashing.

NO.12, that is, Jiang Huai, heard him say this, and glanced at him casually, and when he looked over, there were those bright black eyes with a smile again.

—seems pretty benign and harmless.

Jiang Huai made the decision when he saw Akimovich on the hanging ground-he wanted to divide his body and soul.

Without him, the debuff [Memory Disorder] on Comrade Aji's head is too obvious, Jiang Huai can't even pretend not to see it.

He wanted to discuss it with the system at first, but when he was distracted, he suddenly thought:

If I try to do this myself without using the power of the system, can I do it?

What he is using now is not his own body in the first place, there is no sense of pain, no sense of reality, and even if it is not because of inertia and living habits, he does not need to go through the reincarnation of five grains at all.Since it is not your own body in the first place, the convenient and suitable place to use it is the system acting as a demon, isn't it like a piece of clothing lent to you by others?Take it off and put it back on, it's that simple, right?

It turns out.

It's that simple.

It was as simple as Jiang Huai using [Distraction] for the first time, he easily left his body, without any system prompts, he knew that his current ghost state was more desirable, but injury was also more dangerous.

And what about his original body?It can also have certain instincts, just like manipulating "dolls" and "vests".

So Jiang Huai looked at his body, and slowly, this appearance that belonged to him became strange—he distinguished "self" from "other creatures exactly like him" very quickly.

Then, very strangely, like a foreign object, he hid in his own body and entered the "Arena". He can leave his body at any time, and the arena is like a monster that devours everything. All those who entered it were swallowed up, and what was then spit out was no longer themselves.

The living creatures in that arena, one counts as one, are not "Jiang Huai", but copies of Jiang Huai and his own consciousness, and after "death" and resurrection, compared with "Tourist No. It just bleeds black, like oil.

——Petroleum is a kind of resource.

Jiang Huai glanced at Akimovich, he seemed to be devastated by the fact that the project he was involved in had a big problem, even though he was just one of the most marginal actors.

He is different from those low-level people outside who have thrown away scrapped electrical appliances at will, and have no mobile phones, computers and other items on them. He babbled about "programs", "ratings", "gambling", "companies" and salary, as if From primitive society to modern times, but is he on the second floor?

No, Jiang Huai opened the map, he entered the game map, only the "Arena" at the bottom was black, and now it was lit up.

[Achilles Theater] is the "Arena".

They're still at the bottom, but it's not like there's no way up.

Jiang Huai wants to go up. At this time, he doesn't necessarily want to save people, but more voluntarily, wants to go up, wants to see more and more real appearances of this treacherous world, and wants to find out the guy behind the scenes .

His mentality seemed to change when he completed the step of "separating the soul", but Jiang Huai didn't understand why.

Seeing that NO.12 was still smiling at him, Akimovich could only scratch his hair and said, "You and I will go to the director's team."

In order to prevent accidents and to control the progress of the program at all times, the director team of course does not stay with the staff and audience who are considered to be free.

But in places that can change the "show plot".

At this moment, Aji calmed down and thought, but couldn't remember where these people were... next to the screening room?

"There are two ways to find the director team. One, if I have a role in the scene, they will probably come to me." I just met an intern from the director's team, I can ask him."

He was talking about the little monk.

Let Jiang Huai wait in the corner, the little monk came out soon, he looked around, and was brought to Jiang Huai by Aji.

Of course Jiang Huai recognized him, not just one of the seven, this was the little master he had met two years ago.

With his fighting power, he could at least crush the bear beside him with one hand.

However, Jiang Huai was slightly surprised that the color of the debuff under his head was at least half darker than that of Akimovich. Jiang Huai shook hands with him and exchanged a knowing look.

And Aji didn't want to tell strangers about the incident at first, didn't you see him leading Jianghuai away from everyone?

But Jiang Huai said that he could take the little monk with him, so he led him out somehow—although he seemed to follow him if he didn't.

Not to mention, this guy has also been to the Youchi School to communicate and study, and was a transfer student. They are more familiar with Aki, who has hardly had much communication.

The little monk told him in a low voice: "My current memory is very confused. I can tell who you are, but now I can't tell who I am... Sigh."

Seeing him sigh solemnly, Jiang Huai patted his shoulder and didn't speak.

But "patted" is just a light brush, he is currently in the state of a soul, and has no entity.

The little monk looked at his transparent body, with hidden worries flashing in his eyes, and Jiang Huai shook his head, signaling that he was fine.

Not only did he feel that he was okay, but he also thought of other directions——

For example, in fact, Zuo Yao is also a dead spirit, but he will always have a body when he enters the field. He used to think that the director helped to do it. Now Zuo Yao is eating and waiting to die under the protection of the system, but the body is not made by the system. of.

So... What exactly does it depend on to have a body in the domain?Can JAC own it on its own?

Once he is not so dependent on the system, the whole persona seems to have reached a belated rebellious period.

He didn't deliberately not contact the system, he just wanted to try everything by himself - not just trying, he just felt that he could do it.

For example, "Recall within the range", even if there is no system to provide accurate save time to the second, he can still read the file by himself... It seems that it is an innate talent, and there is something wrong with borrowing the power of the system. It was as if his eyes were born able to see the scene, but he had always had an extra lens in front of his eyes, and when he moved the lens away, he could see more.

He kept his weird thoughts to himself, and now he was trying out the "new things" he had learned with a faint excitement.

However, the people around him didn't notice this. Although they were a little surprised why Jiang Huai turned into a ghost state, they were wrong and almost brainwashed.

The backstage had to go through the projection room, and the three of them walked quietly at the end, Jiang Huai would not make any footsteps, and the little monk was silent, only Aji himself, so he walked in fear, before he could relax. In one breath, I found that the two companions were secretly watching the screen.

——No. 11 was beaten and vomited blood. In the ten minutes since he went out, three people were added to the dead, and the screen was full of chaos.

——However, even looking at the backs of the audience's heads, Aki could tell that they were dissatisfied. They didn't come here to watch action movies, but to watch the struggle of human nature. Beautiful, but struggling, hesitating?Where are the tears?You played too high!

Aki was sweating in his heart, watching the black blood dripping from the mouth of the "dead man" in the picture, he pulled the other two and pushed them into the background.

The atmosphere in the backstage was so anxious, everyone was either staring at the data or walking around concentrating on thinking hard, but at least they couldn’t let Jianghuai be discovered by the audience outside. Aki was sure that if they were discovered by the audience, they would have no way out!

"Are you also black blood..." He heard Jiang Huai whisper.

Aki: "Only inferior races have black blood. We are different from them, but you... You should have no blood in this situation right now?"

He said it, but found that the two people around him turned their heads to look at him, which made him wonder if he had said something stupid?

But soon, they stopped looking at him because the director came over.

The director...is a strong, upright bull.

I forgot to mention that the composition of the whole theater is as follows——

All kinds of non-human creatures, all kinds of dead spirits, and a small number of guys who look like humans but are not actually humans, "interns and marginal characters".

The last one is like the little monk, Akimovich, and... Ge Nian.

Ge Nian was wearing a red beret, and was being scolded by the assistant director while pointing at her nose, but she looked like her left ear was coming in and the right ear was coming out, and she responded casually with a "hmmm", her eyes were fixed on the data of the machine in front of her. , pressing the palm of his hand on the baffle, concentrating on debugging the instrument.

"...You interns should join the show and practice together!"

The assistant director ended with this sentence.

She is a conjoined lady, so it seems inappropriate to say "one", but the other one is sleeping soundly on her back. She stood on tiptoe, split like a compass, and Ge Nian clearly arched her body , but not much shorter than the opponent in terms of momentum.

...if "defiant" is counted as imposing.

Jiang Huai also saw Claire (American, one of the seven) who was doing errands. He was sweating and didn't notice the people here.As for the other one, who worked in a restaurant and delivered drinks to the audience a few minutes ago, he was beaten to death because he walked too slowly, but Jiang Huai didn't make up for it immediately.

Here, what is abnormal is normal instead, and normal people are incompatible with everyone—however, the "spectators" are no different from Ge Nian and the others in terms of appearance: they are all in human form.

Jiang Huai squinted at the little ghost who was holding the phonograph, and then stepped back slightly. He raised his hand and touched the door, feeling that his limbs seemed to "soak" into the door, and then, "pop", it was just a thought manipulation.

The door is locked.

Eh?

He is like a little boy who has discovered a new toy, happily dangling around the objects around him.

While Aji was struggling with not knowing how to tell the director, the little monk stood beside Ge Nian and pulled the young man Claire who was running around.

Jiang Huai is trying out new abilities, and he finds that it seems that he does not need to create a body for himself. Since he has no entity, he can assimilate the surrounding objects with himself——

It's like finding a specific frequency. When it is at the same frequency as other things, he can affect and change the state of these things, such as "locking the door". After the same frequency disappears, the locked door will not Open it yourself.

Interesting... Is this a self-created skill?

The name of this skill is probably [Symbolism].

"And I'm indeed a gifted person..." He thought inexplicably, "I can use my frequency to affect the frequency of objects, attract them and let them change their frequency for me, and then affect them."

It's like an innate ability.

He was floating around the room, maybe because ghosts are so common, no one cares about him.

The director's nostrils were blowing at Akimovich, but he actually showed a smile, although the smile was a bit ferocious: "Just right—now it's your turn to play!"

Jiang Huai drifted to Ge Nian's side, the little monk pulled Ge Nian, pointed at him, Jiang Huai happened to look at Ge Nian who was looking up, and found that his junior sister was confused for a moment, and then immediately showed a surprised expression.

She seems to have a lot to say, but there is no chance or safe environment right now.

Jiang Huai got close to her, and then...tuned to her.

The thoughts, memories, and everything in Junior Sister's mind seemed to be opened to him, and then, Jiang Huai found the same faint memory of this world in it—the memory that was forced on her.

But this is just a fragment of memory, so Ge ​​Nian, who is already countless times stronger than Jiang Huai who just entered Guyun High School, got rid of the influence of that memory without the help of the system, and Jiang Huai looked up these redundant "memories" casually once, and cleared.

He stuffed her with something else.

[Master and the others didn’t come in at all, what appeared here was just a clone of the consciousness body like yours, and it was a clone that was copied, not the deity, don’t worry]

An idea quickly popped up in Ge Nian's mind: What about Brother Jiang Huai?

[Don't worry about me, I won't die either]

He didn't explain much, but with just these two sentences, Ge Nian really didn't worry—the swimming pool school in her mind seemed to have some halo of "never fail", and she didn't think that the teachers would lose at all, they They should be invincible, because they never lost.

Jiang Huai turned to pat her on the head, and this time he really did.

Then he sank.

It was the "sinking" in the line of sight, as if the floor under his feet had turned into a swamp, and his height dropped directly——

Akimovich is struggling.

Claire's expression was blank, the little monk was thoughtful, and Ge Nian's eyes were shining.

Jiang Huai synchronized the floor, but he restrained himself, just made a perfect circle with himself as the center, and did not touch the existence further away.

Then, using the floor as a medium, he moved his mind at will, and at the same time used [Symbolism] and [Distraction].

The whole backstage fell silent.

Only the drapes wobbled and the machine ticked calmly, but no one else moved.

Ge Nian held his breath, and Aji stared blankly.

"bang bang"

Someone was knocking at the door, but it wouldn't open.

But with the knock on the door, the quiet backstage suddenly "lived".

Everyone returned to their posts, as if nothing happened. Akimovich touched his head inexplicably, turned around, and let the doll who knocked on the door come in.

The doll squeaked and squeaked in, but it was getting slower and slower. It took a few steps slowly, and the pace became normal again, as if the strangeness just now didn't exist at all.

The door closed by itself.

Jiang Huai waved at Akimovich, and then sorted out the memories in the minds of the other three at the same time.

"Death is not really death, but a ritual of transformation."

This is the information he has learned from the minds of other staff members.

Jianghuai thought about it before entering the arena—there are gladiatorial matches every day, and if he does not participate in the arena for three days, he has to fight by himself, so assuming that no one deliberately adjusts the time, almost 1/3 of the bottom 1000/[-] people participate in the competition every day, There are games with at least [-] people happening every day.

If there is only one winner among a thousand people, and the winner can change from an animal to a human being, but the others do not die back to the bottom, that is, 1000 people go in, and 1000 people come out, but their identities have changed.

But the underlying situation seems to be that as long as there are animals, the guy who is the owner will not participate if he can not participate. Most of the time, animals will participate on their behalf, because the number of animals exceeds humans, and only humans have real indicators, so they participate every day The number of people is one-third of the total number of "humans" at the bottom. After the Jianghuai count, it is found that the number of humans is about 300, that is, more than 100 "animals" enter the arena every day, and some will die in it—— This makes people like Shirley terrified, the guy who wins with shit luck can become a human, or go to the second floor, or just leave the arena safely.

If they survived by luck, they would be hanged even if they survived because of reasons such as "not active enough to fight" and "too low score".

Calculated in this way, the number of eleven hanged people is normal, and with the reduction of humans and the increase of animals, fewer and fewer people will participate in the competition. Sooner or later, the current situation caused by Jianghuai will appear-no one participates.

But JAC has brought this day forward.

The "human beings" at the bottom flow black blood, and only human blood is worth selling, and the "resurrected" people in the arena also flow black blood,

No one actually left the arena alive.

The "adult" guys are driven to the bottom, they're producers but still feel superior, and the lucky ones who "go to the second floor" don't really go to the second floor.

In the background, lines of writing lit up on the screen.

[Audience No. 168]: I want to reserve No. [-]'s body!Bidding is also available!I want her!So she has to win!

[Audience No. 212]: Reserve NO.11 for me!He is very good, great, presumably if he wins, the company will be happy.

Although dissatisfied with the plot, the important audience decided to consume it.

After the consumption is completed, they will take and wear the things they bought and go to the second floor.