Forces of Temptation

In the testing server office, the supervisor closed his eyes and meditated for a while while looking at the screen sent back.

Very dodgy condition.

Although this human being, code-named Jiang Fang, does not know the existence of Gao Wei, he may have touched the edge of the truth.

Gao Wei took over "Gravity" as the basis of the world view on the original abandoned copy, and built a large-scale copy world.

Jiang Fang guessed that "Gravity" would not end here based on the constantly improving game system.

Its game territory will inevitably expand, and will eventually expand to ordinary humans.

So he spoke very tactfully. Between the lines, he refused to be thrown into other games, only tested for "Gravity", and would never leave this game circle where he was already familiar with the basic rules. Take him back to his side, and complete the inevitable "reunion" with him.

But what's the use of being clever?

At that time, the gentleman in charge didn't think that Jiang Fang could make any troubles.

What he saw was an ant, waving its tentacles recklessly, clamoring to fight them.

If the windmill had life, Don Quixote, who was about to fight it with a tattered spear, would probably feel the same as the executive.

……ridiculous.

With Jiang Fang who looked at him calmly and didn't realize that he was funny, Mr. Supervisor suddenly had an interesting idea.

"I have a great idea," he told his fellow researchers.

The supervisor squinted his eyes, and his tone was obviously deeply intoxicated by the whimsy he had come across.

……

Nanzhou's body has nothing to rely on, and it is floating and swaying, as if it is carrying out an aimless boat release in the light of the Milky Way.

His thoughts, like his body, bloomed a piece of duckweed in the vast world.

But Nan Zhou always felt that there was a thread of thought that was holding him back, and he was still unwilling to let him be completely free.

Before realizing the meaning of that thread, he was the first to murmur: "Brother Fang..."

This soliloquy made him suddenly fall from the dream, fell heavily, and his body bounced off the ground instantly.

A tree, a field, and a pool of ripe red sunset.

The scene on his side was exactly the same as that on Jiang Fang's side.

But there is no Jiang Fang here, he is alone.

Nan Zhou raised his hand and stroked his chest.

The blood was still fresh and warm, but the pain in his chest had disappeared.This is a good thing.

Before he lost consciousness, the inferior shrapnel had been rubbed open in his internal organs, and with the movement of blood vessels and muscles, it cut open every part of his internal organs.

Suddenly, a small and warm body jumped onto his shoulder, and there was a "chirp" in surprise and surprise.

Nan Zhou couldn't figure out the situation in front of him, but he still took the initiative to touch the fluff on his forehead.

"...The Antarctic Star?"

Nan Jixing followed Jiang Fang back to the church at the same time.

He thought that Jiang Fang would bring Nan Zhou out soon, so he guarded outside vigilantly and became a small guard, trying to make up for the trouble he caused by sleeping and playing these days.

Later, Jiang Fang did appear.

...but with Nanzhou's body.

Before Nan Jixing recovered from the nightmare-like pain, Jiang Fang began to talk to the sky, as if he was crazy.

Strangely, following his words, Jiang Fang's figure slowly disappeared into the air.

After Jiang Fang disappeared for no reason, Nan Jixing fled down the tree in a staggered manner, came on a rampage all the way, and bumped into Nan Zhou's still warm body without thinking.

He squatted beside Nan Zhou in a daze, raised his little paw, and gently touched his face.

The tiny claw tips were soon stained with blood.

And Nanzhou didn't have any intention to respond to him.

A dull and unfamiliar pain swept through Nanjixing's heart.

The pain drove him into a frenzy.

He bit Nan Zhou's cuff fiercely and shook his head violently, trying to wake him up.

- You are not allowed to sleep!stand up!

Nanzhou didn't move.

He no longer closed his eyes and flicked his forehead with his index finger when he was disturbing him to sleep.

When Nanjixing was tearfully biting his cuff, an irresistible force dragged Nanzhou and Nanjixing into chaos.

……

After comforting Nan Jixing, who was almost stressed, Nan Zhou supported the tree and tried to stand up.

At this moment, from the rotten tomato-like sky, a pair of eyelids popped open, revealing huge pupils.

Behind this grand visual spectacle is Mr. Executive holding a loudspeaker.

With a clear voice, he said leisurely: "Mr. Nanzhou, congratulations on getting here. You have a chance to receive a wish reward."

Nan Zhou frowned suspiciously.

Faced with such good luck, he humbly asked: "Why? I am obviously dead."

Mr. Supervisor: "..."

Nan Zhou's reaction was too flat, it can be said that he did not please him.

It stands to reason that if you escape from death and get another chance to make a wish, you should grab it quickly before asking other questions, right?

But Mr. Supervisor is not discouraged.

His perspective of God is enough for him to make up plausible lies.

"Because Jiang Fang saved you. He did the same thing as the character Pastor Keith. He summoned the demon Amy and gave his life force to you for free. Congratulations, Mr. Nanzhou, you became the only one passer."

Nan Zhou lowered his head.

The manager pointed the camera at Nan Zhou, eager to see the panic, frustration and pain on his face, and looking forward to the results of his persuasive efforts.

Nanzhou's guilt will definitely drive him to make the choice he wants.

In this way, I, who has taken the initiative, can put forward the creative "price" to him.

Hearing his fart, Nan Jixing was so anxious that he screamed "chirp".

—he is talking nonsense!Jiang Fang obviously disappeared on his own!

Ten seconds later, Nan Zhou raised his head.

He said calmly: "You're lying. I died so quickly that he didn't have time. Besides, if he did, he should be in my body right now."

Mr. Supervisor: "..."

Before he could think of his next rhetoric, Nan Zhou asked coldly, "So, what do you want me to do?"

Mr. Supervisor forced himself to cheer up and lowered his voice: "...do you have any wishes?"

Nanzhou opened his mouth and said, "I want all the team members to come back to me."

"What price are you willing to pay for this?"

"Why do I have to pay the price?" Nan Zhou asked back, "You said that I am the last person alive and enjoy the reward. Since it is a reward, why should there be a price?"

The gentleman in charge said proudly: "I'm sorry to tell you that your wish is not that valuable. You can only exchange an odd number of lives at most, and, even if you want to exchange one person back, you have to pay a certain price to fill the gap. difference."

Nan Zhou: "That's it."

Nan Zhou: "Then why do you call strong buying and strong selling rewards?"

Mr. Supervisor snorted lightly from his nose.

In fact, he was already very unhappy.

The civilization they belonged to created the earth and this vast universe of galaxies.

They are the creators of the earth, and Nanzhou is a low-level creature born from the pen of a low-level creature, and it is the most humble thing.

Who would treat such a lowly NPC as someone who can sit on an equal footing and bargain?

Mr. Supervisor said: "You don't have to do it."

Nan Zhou shrugged: "You didn't give me any other choice."

"I want Brother Fang to come back to me." After confirming that the other party was not kind, Nan Zhou still didn't pause at all, changed his wish, and asked, "What price do you want?"

... finally introduce the theme.

The Mr. Supervisor chuckled: "I want your memory....Don't worry, I won't do anything else, as long as you have all the memories related to Jiang Fang."

Now, Nan Zhou was really surprised: "Why?"

The Mr. Director gave a high-sounding reason: "We have always been very interested in you. Since you were born, you have lived in a closed space without any emotional response. Under such circumstances, how did you develop feelings? Therefore, your memories related to Jiang Fang are of considerable research value to us."

Nanzhou had reasonable doubts and said: "But if you erase all my memories of Brother Fang, it means that I will forget everything that happened during this period, including the wish itself. Then what should you do if you go back on your word?"

Mr. Supervisor: "..."

If he had lungs, he would probably explode by now.

Now, Jiang Fang's wish has come true.

On the verge of life and death, they picked up Nan Zhou.

He came to deceive Nanzhou, a typical empty-handed white wolf.

But he didn't bother to fool a guinea pig.

He just wanted to make the game more interesting, but Nan Zhou's reaction made him want to kill this person again.

The supervisor refused to answer Nan Zhou's question.

But Nan Zhou waited for a long time for no reply, so he buried his head and meditated quietly.

He didn't believe the strange eye that popped up halfway.

Besides, if you say goodbye to Jiang Fang without any memory, and you are still not a real person, is the "goodbye" worth it?

Soon, Nan Zhou came up with his answer.

... How can it be said that it is not worth it to risk everything to see him again.

"Okay." He said, "Okay, I will exchange my memory for the chance to meet him again."

He added: "I want it as soon as possible."

Because of his success, those strange eyes narrowed his smile slightly: "Okay. The transaction was successful."

Nan Zhou leaned against the tree and sat down gently.

He didn't take advantage of this last time to review all his memories after meeting Jiang Fang.

He looked at his wrist, and the scene when Jiang Fang took him to the "Paper Gold" bar emerged in his mind.

At that time, he said that he liked the blue morpho butterfly tattooed on DJ's arm.

Jiang Fang told him that it was very painful, and all the patterns had to be pierced little by little with a small needle with ink.

He drew a chrysalis on his right wrist, and prayed: "Nan Zhou, it will turn into a butterfly when it meets someone you really like."

……

Now, right now.

Nan Zhou dipped in the blood that was still wet on the front of his clothes, and drew a butterfly on his right wrist.

He leaned his head back against the hard bark and asked himself in his heart: "Then when will I become a butterfly?"

... He actually turned into a butterfly a long time ago.

When he was beside Jiang Fang, holding his hand, and sleeping beside him, Nan Zhou only felt like there was a whole butterfly's nest living a gorgeous spring in his stomach.

And when his thoughts fell into romantic reverie, a mass of analyzed data slowly rose up from his mind.

The shape and shadow belonging to Jiang Fang sank slowly in Nan Zhou's memory.

The process of retrieving memories is complicated.

The high-dimensional people have to encode part of Nanzhou's memory first, screen out his brain in an orderly manner, and only after passing through the low-level data network of "Gravity" can they purify higher-dimensional data.

After the restlessness, Nanjixing also calmed down.

He has been quietly guarding Nan Zhou's side, not knowing what he is thinking about.

And when the complete data group came out of Nanzhou and began to optimize, Nanjixing suddenly moved.

He rushed over with all his might, his small figure dodged past the glistening light cluster, and after flying through the air, it fell to the ground in a panic like an out-of-control glider, rolling several times in a row , A small cloud of dust and mist rose.

No one knows that this absolutely low-level creature in the eyes of high-dimensional people seems to rush forward in vain and amusingly. Resolutely everything is two.

Half with Nanzhou's memory, and with his violent and indifferent self, broke into the turbulent flow of data and hibernated himself.

The other half of him stayed with Nan Zhou.

Mingming fell to the ground, but kept all her tenderness and loyalty for him.

The fantasy adventure of the little sugar glider begins here.

But at this time, no one knew what he had paid.

Even Nanzhou didn't know.

After the strange eyes closed, Nan Zhou sat blankly in the wilderness that had returned to normal, looking at the sky, at the South Pole Star, and at himself.

He thought, why am I here?

Nan Zhou remembered that a group of people suddenly came to Never Town, which had not been visited by players for a long time.

And he sat on the roof of the room where the group was hiding, chasing the apple he had fallen, and jumped onto the balcony.

Nan Zhou searched every corner of his body, but he still couldn't find anything that could remind or inspire him.

The moment the wish transaction was completed, his system was confiscated, and his body was covered with nothing but his clothes.

All he had left was a comatose Antarctica, which fell to the ground in disgrace.

He held the South Pole Star in his arms, while observing his surroundings vigilantly.

There were no traces of people, and only the sound of the wind was left, which was very similar to his empty and panic state of mind at the moment.

... Only the blood butterfly on his wrist reminded him that he should have experienced an unusual adventure.

Nan Zhou stared blankly at the dried blood on his wrist.

After the bloodstain dries, it will fall off.

In the great confusion and anxiety, Nan Zhou instinctively wanted to keep it.

After he opened his eyes, this was the first thing he saw that didn't belong to his original self.

It looks like a token.

...a butterfly of unknown origin.

A love of unknown origin.

He lowered his head and took a golden brooch pin from his collar.

He remembered hearing somewhere that quenching ink with a needle can make a beautiful tattoo.

But Nan Zhou has already forgotten which book he read it in.

He just wanted an eternal butterfly that would serve as a long-lasting reminder of his long, strange adventure.

Jiang Fang and Nan Zhou waited at the relay station where they met.

They sat with their backs against the east and west sides of the same tree.

Obviously in the same scene, but in a completely different time and space.

Jiang Fang, who was under the tree in the east, closed his eyes and let the wind blow his loose silver hair.

After Nan Zhou under the tree in the west was pulled out of his memory, his thinking was chaotic and his mind was in a trance. Only a faint belief supported him, and he stabbed 5127 needles in his nerve-rich wrist.

A black butterfly the size of a coin spread its wings on his wrist.

He sat under the same tree with him, and the vines were entangled, and the roots were also entangled.

They don't know each other.

……

Holding the memory of Nanzhou in his hand, Mr. Supervisor is full of ambition.

Although the process was a bit tortuous, fortunately, the result was satisfactory.

He proudly showed off his erudition to his two subordinates: "The two of them, don't they look like the classic tragedy "The Gift of the Magi"?"

Researcher A, who is also studying Earth culture recently, wants to deny the opinion of his boss.

In his view, "The Gift of the Magi" is not a tragedy.

But after thinking about it, he wisely chose to shut up.

Another researcher B didn't know much about Earth literature, so he asked curiously, "What kind of story is that?"

"Nothing, not worth the time to read, just the story of a pair of idiots. A poor couple wanted to give each other gifts, but they didn't even open their mouths to ask what the other person wanted, leading to a stupid result."

The Mr. Supervisor said in a very sarcastic and disgusted tone: "I don't know what kind of lowly creature would regard such a story as a classic."

Researcher A tried to change the topic: "How can we satisfy Jiang Fang's wish and turn him into a light charm?"

The supervisor directly asked, "Are you an idiot?"

Only a fool would create another Light Charm.

An NPC like Guangmei has obvious shortcomings, but on non-full moon nights, whether it's physical fitness or responsiveness, they can all be called bugs.

Why do they need to create another monster?

The Mr. Supervisor said: "Since Jiang Fang wants the 'same life form', then just give him the identity of a humanoid NPC."

Researcher B asked: "So, how will their encounter be arranged?"

Mr. Director: "After the server is officially launched, arrange for them to enter in the second half of the game to ensure that they don't have the chance to compete for the first place in the regional server. Then, give them an interesting trial copy."

He smiled and played with the memory of Nanzhou in his palm, pinched the soft gray light ball a few times like a rubber ball, and then threw it into the data garbage dump, letting that precious memory be strangled in the turbulent flow of the garbage dump middle.

"Don't they both like to show off their cleverness?" He sneered mockingly, "Okay, I'll give them a chance."

"what do you mean……"

"Nanzhou doesn't have any memory about Jiang Fang now, and the memory extraction has also caused serious damage to his spirit. This effect will disappear unless he leaves that place."

"So, after the official opening of the server and entry into the instance, for Nanzhou, he just stayed in the small town and suddenly airborne to this place."

The manager gestured excitedly: "At that time, I need a confined space, a time limit, a link in which players doubt and attack each other, and a game of guessing and dying - if Nanzhou is really smart enough, Then he will definitely find that Jiang Fang is also an 'outsider' just like him."

"Then Nan Zhou will personally send Jiang Fang to die."

"Think about it, Jiang Fang gave up his identity to save Nan Zhou; Nan Zhou also gave up his memory in order to save him. As a result, the first time they met, Nan Zhou killed Jiang Fang—"

Mr. Director was overwhelmed by his genius idea, and he was elated: "This is the wonderful and interesting 'Maggie's gift', isn't it?"

The author has something to say:

"Maggie's Gift" - refers to the beautiful love story of the first time they met, they hugged their waists and rode, and then were handcuffed together.