After being a spare tire for four big guys at the same time [Transmigration Book]

Game control room.

The siren of a crisis sounded sharply, and from the beam of light that emerged out of thin air, the fake No. 39 jumped out and fell heavily to the ground.

His face was pale, and he rushed towards the person in front of the main console like crazy: "Why did you transfer me out at this time?! My ability is still in it! Someone robbed it! Didn't you promise——"

Before he could finish his words, a circle of light suddenly appeared under his feet again.

In the next second, the fake No. 39 had slammed back to the position where it just fell out.

In the corner of the main control room, a man in black came over: "Sir."

"Good job." The person in front of the main console said, "Continue to monitor."

The man in black lowered his head: "Yes."

Fake No. 39 climbed up with hands and feet, still not reconciled, and gritted his teeth: "Get a teleportation ability to guard you here, so you can show off your power?! I want to complain! Who is the person in charge of your broken game? He comes out!"

The person in front of the console: "It's me."

False No. 39 stared wide-eyed in astonishment.

"I am the 'Reviewer'." The man got up and walked to the fake No. 39, "This is not a game, it is a selection."

False No. 39 slumped on the ground.

Just now, he suddenly discovered in horror that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't see the other person's appearance clearly.

Not only his appearance, but everything around him was slowly becoming blurred and weird in his eyes.

The reviewer said: "For example, three-dimensional is a solid space, and two-dimensional is a flat space."

The reviewer's tone was flat, as if he didn't pay attention to the fake No. 39's reaction at all, and explained to the VIP player who wanted to complain: "A flat space is like a painting without any thickness. Usually, it can't really affect a three-dimensional space. What happened here... can you understand?"

"What does this have to do with me!" False No. 39 hissed, "What did you do to me?!"

"Please be patient," said the reviewer.

"Complaining is a privilege enjoyed by VIP players, and it is also an unbreakable rule of the game. As long as VIPs complain, we must give a complete explanation."

Reviewer: "The person in power in your world chose to adjust the dimension of this world in the face of Zerg attacks that could destroy the interstellar dimension."

"The world will be divided into three dimensions."

"Some humans will be left in the original dimension, and they will be implanted with data, fused with mechs, and transformed into new Zergs to cooperate with the Zergs to complete this reproduction."

"The remaining human beings and this interstellar space will be reduced in dimension—some of them have special value, and will be reduced into 'cards' through reasonable means."

"The dimensionality reduction of the world will release a large amount of energy, which is enough to support this asteroid in raising its dimension and becoming a new interstellar center."

The reviewer said: "The humans who migrated to this asteroid are the 'new humans' of your world."

False No. 39 finally heard the words he was familiar with, and said anxiously: "I am a new human! My right to know is level 6, my ability is to create dreams, and I have the legal right to hunt..."

The reviewer patiently listened to his words and nodded: "This shows that you were once very rich."

"I'm also very rich now!" False No. 39 gritted his teeth and said, "I still have 12 ability cards, just import one randomly—"

He suddenly froze.

As if he finally realized something, the last bit of blood on his face faded, completely pale.

"The game is played in a low-dimensional space, so in most cases, we are sure to protect the safety of high-dimensional VIP players."

"But you encounter deprivation at the particle level in low-dimensional space."

The reviewer said: "You have been deprived of 1.98 dimensions. In order to round up, I stripped the rest for you without authorization."

False number 39: "???"

The reviewer stood up: "Now, you need to go back to the world you should go to."

False No. 39 struggled desperately. He wanted to speak again, but found that his own voice was distorted by the strange space barrier and completely swallowed.

His field of vision seemed to be separated from him suddenly.

His body is becoming transparent, and the twelve ability cards purchased by him are recovered and floated into the card pool in the center of the game hall.

A strange light swept across his body, and he heard a cold mechanical sound.

"The scan result is worthless and cannot be transformed into a card."

"Data processing begins."

"Basic information is entered, useless information has been eliminated, and formatting is prepared."

……

After an unknown amount of time, the mechanical prompt sounded "beep".

"Successfully imported into the low-dimensional world, confirmed the book, the new character has been generated, and the fate of the character has been docked. The virtual memory has been implanted, status: to be recycled."

"Welcome to Chuanshuju."

Yu Tang swayed in the rain, and suddenly fell down, half kneeling on the ground.

The system exclaimed: "Host!"

"It doesn't matter." Yu Tang said, "I just figured it out."

The system was worried, tried to dig out all kinds of treatment cards left by Mr. Zhan, and superimposed on Yu Tang: "What's the matter?"

Yu Tang: "Before that fake No. 39 left, I stripped off a small group of particles and reassembled them in his body."

The system was stunned: "Why didn't I find out?!"

Yu Tang smiled: "If you can find out, the person in charge of the game should also find out... I'm fine."

He's just a little tired.

In order not to attract the attention of the spectators and the game master, after stripping his own particles, he has not made any unnecessary actions.

Yu Tang touched the wound on the inside of his wrist, took out a wristband from the warehouse of Consciousness Sea, and put it on his hand.

When the conflict with the fake No. 39 occurred, Yu Tang had already made the whole plan.

Using the cover of losing control of his emotions and beating VIP players, Yu Tang secretly peeled off a small group of particles.

He has been peeling off the particles on fake No. 39—the game will automatically repair the damage suffered by VIP players. A fake No. 39 body.

Feng Qing doesn't have this ability yet, but Yu Tang can actually do it.

As long as he wants, he can transfer his consciousness into any part of his particles, and share the feeling at that time.

Yu Tang's original intention was to follow the clues to find out the origin of the fake No. 39 VIP qualification, and the true identity of the group of spectators who picked the cards.

The system put on the mecha model left by Zhan Chen, left the sea of ​​consciousness, and supported Yu Tang to sit under the tree worriedly: "What did the host find?"

Yu Tang touched the head of the little mech: "You better not know."

The system is a little anxious: "Host!"

Yu Tang leaned against the tree trunk, set an alarm clock to remind himself of the countdown, took out a bottle of Refreshing Brain Tonic, and inserted a straw.

……

A long time ago, he was too anxious because Zhan Chen knew the secret but refused to tell him.

He felt that he was already a very powerful Daguangtuan, who could help Zhan Chen and find a way to make Zhan Chen better.

Zhan Chen just touched him, his tone was gentle and guilty: "I'm sorry...Da Guang Tuan."

Zhan Chen looked at him with serious eyes, and there was a light in his quiet black eyes that he couldn't understand: "I can't say it."

Until now, Yu Tang still doesn't know what the secret that Zhan Chen can't tell him is, but looking at the anxious system, he feels Zhan Chen's feelings for the first time.

...he discovered the truth about these "books".

Yu Tang drank the small medicine bottle in one gulp: "You really want to know?"

The system flashed neon lights in a hurry.

Yu Tang said: "This used to be a real world."

system:"??"

Yu Tang put the empty medicine bottle back into the sea of ​​consciousness, peeled another piece of toffee for himself, and put it in his mouth.

——Before it became a lower-level world through bookstores, this used to be a completely free and independent interstellar civilization.

Among the conservative factions that Pu Ying has been trying to track down, some of the real core forces have given this interstellar transaction to the terminal.

The fake number 39 is just an example of being "exiled". More ordinary people living in this world have been stripped of a dimension unconsciously.

They became protagonists, supporting characters, and NPCs.

"Three-dimensional is three-dimensional space, and two-dimensional is flat space—like a painting."

"The same goes for other dimensions."

Yu Tang: "In high-dimensional space, it is possible to use the difference in dimension to paint on low-dimensional space."

These high-dimensional civilizations use the dimensional difference as a paintbrush to smear, add, delete, and modify the fate of these ordinary people.

"For example, Luo Ran." Yu Tang said, "If he and his parents were not recruited by a book, they would still live according to their original destiny."

"But as the book turned the first page, they were also chosen to become supporting characters and NPCs in this story."

"If they are obedient enough, they will completely deviate from the original fate line and be deprived of all the future they should have. They need to go through the entire plot, and then be recycled as cards or advanced data and reused."

The system whispered: "If you are not obedient..."

"If you are not obedient enough." Yu Tang said, "The host must reduce the dimension and enter the world to help him 'be obedient'."

System stuck.

"At present, it seems that the rules of passing through the bookstore are absolutely neutral. I believe this is not the truth about passing through the bookstore."

Yu Tang said: "But this should be the truth of the terminal and the truth of this world."

……

Yu Tang tapped the tree trunk twice: "Mr. Tree, do you understand?"

The system hadn't recovered from the sudden truth, it raised its head in astonishment, and looked behind Yu Tang.

The tree's canopy swayed, shook off the rain, and disappeared quietly in the jungle that was so thick that it couldn't see the edge.

The one standing there turned into a middle-aged man. He had only one arm, and the left sleeve was empty. From the shoulder and neck up, there was also a conspicuous scar.

The man lowered his glasses, looked at Yu Tang, and smiled: "Little brother, you know that I am a supernatural being, so you dare to come here to shelter from the rain?"

Yu Tang didn't speak.

He retracted the mecha model into the sea of ​​consciousness and stood up.

Four or five people with supernatural powers slowly surrounded them. Without exception, these people were strong and strong, and it could be seen that they had received extremely professional training in fighting and killing. Some people's fingers had already danced conspicuous sparks.

"Host, this is No. 49 ability user, A-level physics department ability!"

The system suppresses all thoughts, prioritizes protecting the host, and enters an emergency combat readiness state: "According to the information disclosed in the current message, his ability is mimicry, turning his body into a part of this environment—so his current bet is also the highest. "

This is also the only player among all the existing supernatural beings who cannot be restricted by the first round of rules.

The setting of the game world is that outsiders are not welcome, but the A-level mimicry ability can already actively assimilate with any environment, and cannot be screened by the environment, so naturally it cannot be assimilated again.

"Many people watching the live broadcast of the game are looking for him."

System: "But he's too hard to find. As long as he wants to, no one can distinguish him from the environment on the screen. So until now, there is no one-person live broadcast room for him..."

Yu Tang: "Is there a live broadcast room for me?"

The system carefully turned around: "There is no... host, they modified the live broadcast screen."

Many "VIPs" who come to hunt still have their own jobs and lives, just to enjoy the excitement and pleasure of hunting, and they don't want their true identities to be known.

In order to meet the requirements of these VIPs, during the live broadcast of the game, the scenes in their area will be modified, and it will be announced that these supernatural beings died because they violated the rules of the game.

Those who watched the live broadcast did not see the real conflict between Yu Tang and fake number 39.

So far, most of the supernatural beings have had an inevitable fight, and they have roughly distinguished the order of strength this time.

Yu Tang has been wandering around the fringe area, and has been classified into the category of "good luck, not caught yet". Except for sporadic people speculating about his abilities, not many people pay attention to him anymore.

A group of silver metal particles slowly twirled in Yu Tang's palm.

With some distraction, he looked at the information on the remaining few supernatural beings that the system had sorted out for him by swiping through the message area with more than two dozen trumpets.

No. 27 looks gentle and looks like an ordinary student. In fact, as long as he pours spiritual power into any object, he can become the target of bullets.

No. 56 is a young man with pigtails all over his head. His mental power has the characteristics of explosives. When mixed into the environment, he can create explosions of different scales at will.

No. 71 wears earphones for sound insulation. His hearing and eyesight are far superior to those of ordinary people. When he concentrates, he can see through fixed targets within a hundred meters, and his hearing range is also about a hundred meters away.

"These people are all B-level, and another A-level ability is directly in front of the host, No. 93."

The system said: "His ability is strengthening, and he can strengthen all parts of his body at will... According to the message, his domain is himself. After strengthening to the limit, he can even be immune to 90% of physics-based supernatural attacks."

Yu Tang looked at the middle-aged man who was the leader: "Is this all your power?"

No. 49 nodded: "Yes."

"Maybe you don't believe it, we have no malice towards you, and we don't want to do anything to you."

No. 49 said: "You are in my field now, and the live broadcast will not capture it. Let me ask you, did you mean to tell me what you just said?"

"Want to know?"

Yu Tang raised his hand, and the group of silver metal particles condensed into an exceptionally simple dagger, which he held in his hand: "I'll tell you if I win."

The system was taken aback: "Host!"

"Hush." ​​Yu Tang tapped it in the sea of ​​consciousness, "Quick, let little blue card come out to fight."

system:"……"

The fighting card left by Shi Ji took over his body, hesitant for a moment, and rushed forward with the dagger in his hand.

The system whispered: "Host, little blue card said it was a hand..."

Yu Tang concentrated on pinching the plasticine: "It's changing."

The system floated in the sea of ​​consciousness. It didn't know why the host wanted to fight when his physical and mental strength were on the verge of limit, but he tried his best to help and added a wooden handle to the dagger.

The dagger spun half a circle in Yu Tang's palm, held the blade backwards, and slammed into No. 71 in front of him with heavy shoulders.

No. 71 was stunned for a moment, and before he could react, he had already pushed him close and hastily resisted.

The rest of the people didn't expect Yu Tang to make a sudden attack, and they all felt a little uncontrollable anger, and surrounded Yu Tang together.

The middle-aged man stood aside without making a move, watching the battle situation in the field.

Based on the situation in front of him, it is difficult to judge the real ability of this young man - he doesn't seem to need the ability at all, just relying on the dagger that is hard to defend is enough to deal with it.

No. 27 hid behind a tree, and none of the bullets infused with mental power really hit the target, and they could only pass by the corner of the opponent's clothes. The explosion made by No. 56 failed to stop him, but was used by the opponent, and became the best barrier to hinder No. 93.

Although these people were not on the same road from the beginning, they have gone through too many life and death crises, and they have honed enough tacit cooperation.

In front of this weird young man, this tacit understanding suddenly became vulnerable.

If the other party really wanted to kill someone, the neck of No. 71 might have been cut open as early as the first meeting.

The middle-aged man watched the situation in the field, and his brows became tighter and tighter.

Yu Tang dodges the fierce fist wind and walks away with one blow.He doesn't fight with the A-level hardening ability, and the dagger cuts out backwards.

No. 27 dodged instinctively, but Yu Tang's dagger suddenly flipped his wrist and turned into a stab halfway through.

The A-level power-enhanced power user's eyes were about to burst, and he rushed forward with a roar, his hardened hands were like iron tongs, straight towards Yu Tang's shoulders.

The middle-aged man shouted: "Stop!"

He only had one arm, and before he could stop it, a protruding branch had already firmly blocked all attacks.

The middle-aged man stretched out his arms to catch Yu Tang's collapsed body from exhaustion.

No. 71 was still standing there in a daze. The moment the dagger sank into his chest, it had quietly disintegrated, leaving only a scattered silver particle.

The middle-aged man held Yu Tang in his arms and asked urgently: "Who are you—do you know S7, do you know Zhuang Yu?!"

Yu Tang breathed a sigh of relief in the sea of ​​consciousness.

…there are too many fakes in this book.

So much that he can no longer fully trust anyone, and he can only use this method to try a little bit for a pair of passwords.

The system was taken aback by this sentence, and asked in the sea of ​​consciousness: "Host, who is this person? How does he know about S7 and Captain Zhuang?"

"Because they were meant to be together."

Yu Tang said: "Their special operations team always finds people like this... Assaulters, snipers, observers, and demolitionists, there is nothing new."

According to what Yu Tang said, the system corresponded to the abilities of those people one by one, and was stunned for a while.

"His surname is Sui, and his name is Sui Zhengfan. He is the instructor of the Special Forces, and his wife is the team doctor of the Special Forces."

Yu Tang said: "His arm was lost to save Sheng Tiancheng. Because of the injury this time, he had to retreat from the front line and failed to take over as the next captain of the Special Forces."

Yu Tang couldn't remember very well, so he thought about it carefully: "I remember that I didn't throw them so far..."

The system noticed Yu Tang's body data, and was a little worried: "Host."

"It doesn't matter." Yu Tang said, "Senior Zhan is not here, so I won't have any problems."

The system looked at the neatly folded blanket, flashed the small red light, said nothing, and tried its best to help him adjust his physical state within the scope of his ability.

Yu Tang left the sea of ​​consciousness and met Sui Zhengfan's anxious gaze: "S7 is fine, Zhuang Yu and Nie Chi are also fine."

Sui Zhengfan embraced him with one arm, his shoulders tensed, and he still looked at him with frown.

Yu Tang asked: "Have you been cheated many times too?"

"Don't talk for now... Your physical strength is very exhausted."

Sui Zhengfan said: "Some of us have healing abilities, you rest for a while, I have something to ask—"

"I am the light." Yu Tang said, "I am looking for the human being I lost."

Sui Zhengfan's voice suddenly stopped.

He looked at Yu Tang carefully.

...This is a conversation that took place in the electronic storm.

No one will know, and he will not be used to deceive him, making him think that he has a chance to find those comrades who he brought into the special forces with his own hands.

"...It's been hard work." Sui Zhengfan's tone softened, "Take a rest, I'll take you to the team doctor."

Yu Tang shook his head: "No, it's dangerous to be with me, I'll leave after I talk to you."

He purposely came under this tree to say these words because he noticed the familiar particle fluctuations.

The person in charge of the game has confirmed that he has the ability to strip dimensions, and he will not remain indifferent. Yu Tang needs to tell the truth about this matter to a reliable person.

In case he has to have another concussion, at least someone has to get the truth out.

Yu Tang was about to get up, but Sui Zhengfan had already bent down, wrapped his arm around his back, and hugged the cold and limp young man.

"I am a member of the Special Forces, this is our bounden duty."

Sui Zhengfan's tone was very gentle, but like every special forces member he met, he was unquestionably stubborn: "Until you find him, we will be responsible for protecting you."