Forces of Temptation

Amidst the insults against the game officials around him, Jiang Fang looked down at his hands.

The slightly rigid palm prints due to modeling reasons become clearly visible and extraordinarily real.

So real...just like in reality.

Jiang Fang quickly opened the backpack, pulled out a low-level dagger, and scratched the skin of his arm with the back of the knife.

In the normal game process, although the somatosensory system will allow players to have basic somatosensory sensations such as cold, heat, and pain in the game for the sake of authenticity, under normal circumstances, the pain will be defaulted within an absolutely safe threshold.

For the sake of safety, whenever the player tries to increase the authenticity of the pain, the game will pop up a prompt box, repeatedly reminding the player to be careful, and issue a lengthy disclaimer, requiring the player to write their real name and authorize the license before they can use it. Adjustment.

for example.

If player A's neck is accidentally broken by the boss during the dungeon.

Even if this player A loves to die, and adjusts the pain value to the maximum, the momentary pain can reach the level of a slight stiff neck at most.

However, at the moment.

When the back of the knife brushed Jiang Fang's arm, he clearly felt the touch and slight pain of a slight cut in the muscle.

- Safety Threshold, also turned off.

Can they now experience the same amount of pain as in reality?

With a thought, Jiang Fang retracted the dagger into the sheath, but did not retract it into the backpack.

He drew the shoulder-fired bazooka he had once drawn in the prize pool.

As soon as the cannon was on his shoulders, Jiang Fang's expression became even uglier when he felt the real pressure.

——The items in the backpack have returned to their normal weight.

In the item description, the spear 44mm rocket launcher has a mass of 7.8 kg.

But this is just the setting of the item.

And thanks to the improvement in physical fitness obtained by the player's leveling, 7.8 kg is like playing for a game character, even if it is a child's size, wanting to swing it on the shoulders for a shot.

Those who love to play handsome can even do all kinds of tricks with it like a gun.

Just because Jiang Fang knew the weight on his upper shoulders in his mind, he realized that the situation in front of him was on a slippery slope, collapsing in a direction he couldn't control at all——

At the same second when the ominous premonition came, the weightlessness brought by a huge vortex grabbed his heart.

The familiar urban scene around was engulfed, distorted and torn apart by an inexplicable gray vortex.

A moment of chaos.

A moment of clarity.

The first thing that enters Jiangfang's nose is the strong fragrance of grass.

The grass waves are surging, and the long wind blows fragrance, blowing Jiang Fang's forehead to the west.

Five cement-colored watchtowers stand among the grass, like the eyes of a shepherd looking for prey.

In the field, someone is whispering and singing the melody of the grassland.

It was supposed to be a relaxed and pleasant scene, but because of the sense of uneasiness that suddenly fell on it and the sense of wildness with no one in it, it brought an extra sense of creepiness.

Jiang Fang recognized it.

Here is the scene of the first level in the multiplayer mode of the "Homeland Island" tower defense game "Homeland Attack and Defense".

The BGM was a Mongolian tune that Jiang Fang had heard many times.

The originally melodious tune, but because of the beeping electronic noise mixed in, the notes were sharply dragged out for a long time, trembling and trembling, as if there was an indistinguishable bass hidden in the music. Crying loudly.

After Jiang Fang looked around, he clenched the dagger stuck in his waist.

Those who were sent together with him, plus him, there are twelve people in total.

Before they could accept the panic of not being able to log out of the game after a severe headache, they were suddenly thrown into another instance.

The logout bar of the copy is also gray and white.

That miserable whiteness was no different from the faces of everyone present.

Such a weird mutation almost inevitably caused riots.

"Fuck, what the hell is going on?"

"How did you send it here?!"

"Where is this place?!"

"Can you retreat? Huh?"

Jiang Fang tried his best to concentrate in the chaos, and moved his fingertips hanging by his side, simply calculating the time they could still use.

They've wasted 20 seconds and have 180 seconds left.

He raised his voice and ordered: "Scatter."

This is the first opinion and voice that is fairly stable.

The tumultuous crowd desperately needs a backbone.

Therefore, everyone fell silent and looked at him in unison.

Jiang Fang said: "The first wave of monsters will come soon. Each of them has his own number of weapons and what weapons he is used to."

“这里一共有5座塔。第一个迎来怪物的会是1号塔，然后就依次轮到2、3、4和核心塔。我们的目标是守好核心塔，不让怪物进入核心塔后的草仓。”

"For those who are accustomed to heavy firepower, send three people to guard the core tower; two for No. 1 short-fire tower, and three people for No. 2 tower, each guarding the three short-fire positions in the tower. Good cooperation; No. 1 high-speed shooting tower I will guard, give me a deputy shooter; No. 2 arrow tower, two people who have used bows and arrows, and No. 3 try to wipe out the remnants before the monsters reach the core tower. Players in the core tower , What we need to do is to save ammunition as much as possible, and clean up the enemies that have not been cleaned up in the front 4 towers."

"Now, according to your own strength and ability, each partner to find the tower."

Jiang Fang succinctly broke down the task, allowing all players to understand what they have to do in the first time.

But there are still people who want to add chaos at this juncture.

The uncle with a protruding belly grabbed his wrist.

He looked at Jiang Fang suspiciously: "Do you know something?! Why are we here? Why are we playing games?"

"...Yeah, I know."

Jiang Fang turned his face to the uncle, the corners of his mouth were raised habitually, but his gaze was already completely cold.

He just stared at him with such a pair of cold eyes, which made the uncle's face tighten in horror.

Compared with his slightly sinister eyes, Jiang Fang slowed down his speech in a pleasant manner: "I'll tell you when this dungeon is over, is that okay?"

His right hand was always resting on the dagger at his waist.

His expression and movements made the uncle feel guilty for no reason, and he let go of his hand: "Okay... that's okay."

Among the twelve players, eight or nine have played this dungeon.

After understanding Jiang Fang's intention and task arrangement, everyone immediately scattered around to find the tower.

Jiang Fang was not in a hurry to find Tower No. 3 that he had reserved in advance.

While constantly taking out various props from his backpack and quickly experimenting, he occasionally raised his eyes to observe the situation of other teammates entering the tower.

If he could, he didn't want to think about the consequences of losing the game to the player personally.

He paid attention to them, but he needed to preserve his vitality to the maximum extent in this unknown situation.

After a quick assignment, only one person was left on the order.

It's a girl who looks like she's just in her early 20s.

She timidly moved to Jiang Fang's side, faltering and saying: "Brother, I—"

Jiang Fang said "hmm": "You follow me. Go up to the tower."

After he took two steps, his expression froze slightly.

After seeing the snow-white points in the distance, Jiang Fang quickened his pace and reminded the young girl behind him: "Hurry up, we are already late."

The young girl was quite obedient, she responded and followed her step by step.

However, just when the two were about to step into Tower 3——

"Hey!" A voice suddenly sounded, "Where am I going?!"

Jiang Fang's eyes turned cold, and he turned around suddenly.

...Why hasn't anyone entered the tower yet? !

The uncle with a protruding belly is obviously very unfamiliar with this dungeon.

He followed the big team and circled all the towers.

After half a day of observation and selection, he was panting and exhausted from running, but he still couldn't find a tower that suited him.

Standing under Tower 1, which was full, he panted and waved to Jiang Fang: "Hey, I didn't use guns or arrows when I played dungeons before!"

Jiang Fang didn't expect someone to be so stupid.

He gritted his teeth and raised the volume: "There are guns on the tower, you can find one at random! There are still places for No. 2 and No. 4! Run back! Go up the tower!"

The uncle still struggled desperately to pester the minutiae: "But I don't even know how to use it!"

Jiang Fang clenched his fists: "Hurry up to the tower! Do you want to die—"

Before the words fell, there was a sudden rustling in the grass behind the uncle.

In the next second, a pair of soft long ears popped out with a "boom".

Pushing aside the grass, what protruded from the grass was a round... rabbit face.

The rabbit opened its mouth to the uncle.

The petal-like three-petal mouth and pointed rabbit teeth look extra cute.

The uncle with a protruding belly didn't expect the monster to come so fast, so he panicked and quickly selected his most commonly used long-handled cold soldier in the shape of a crescent knife from the weapon list.

This Ziwu-level weapon is definitely a sharp weapon in normal times.

With one strike, the damage can reach more than 300 points.

However, at the moment of drawing the knife, the original setting of the nearly 200kg weapon caught the uncle off guard, his hands were pressed down, and his waist was bent.

He staggered two steps forward, and the giant blade slammed down on the ground, splashing a large piece of bright green grass juice.

The grass juice fell into the eyes of the uncle.

At this moment, a pair of snow-white rabbit feet came bouncing in front of the uncle.

The uncle only had time to see it open its lovely three-petal mouth to him again.

The rabbit rushed towards him, hugged his fat cheek, opened its mouth, and bit the uncle's lip.

The soft lips of human beings were quickly eaten up by it.

It drilled its furry body, and drilled deep into the uncle's torn mouth.

Under the terrible and sudden pain, the uncle howled frantically.

He tried to tear the rabbit off himself.

But the rabbit has already quickly stuffed its body into his mouth.

It was as if a large ball of blood-stained, snow-white cotton was forcefully stuffed into his mouth.

Tongue, larynx, stomach, intestines—

All the way down, unimpeded.

There is no simple and artistic bloody fireworks in the game.

There is no big gameover overlaying the screen.

The figure of the uncle did not automatically disappear from the dungeon following the impact of death.

In reality, his strong body did not automatically pop out of the game cabin, announcing the end of the game.

In front of the eyes of the other eleven players, he was eaten from head to abdomen into a hollow blood gourd.

The young girl who was originally nervous and planned to cooperate obediently with Jiang Fang, unexpectedly saw this burst of blood and blood flying hell scrolls, and her psychological defense collapsed in an instant.

With a scream, she completely lost the courage to fight this man-eating monster with a tower.

She turned and ran.

However, before she could run a few steps, she was pulled severely from behind by a force, and fell to the ground.

She curled up into a ball, flailing her hands and feet and fighting: "Don't kill me! Don't kill me!"

A cold light flashed across her throat, and with the posture of killing a chicken, she mercilessly made an inch-long gash on the side of her slender neck.

Warm blood flowed down her neck and into her collarbone and chest.

After realizing that she was bleeding, the most primitive fear of death caused her blood, which had just begun to frantically boil, to drop to freezing point in an instant.

With disheveled hair, the girl stared at Jiang Fang who was grabbing her disheveled front with a knife, and her confused consciousness gradually returned to normal.

There was no emotion in Jiang Fang's pale eyes, nor was there any warmth in his tone.

"Do you want to die?" he asked.

"If you want to die, I will kill you now, lest you disrupt my layout and bring us to an end."

The girl shook her head desperately, a terrified sob burst out of her throat.

After the threats, Jiang Fang softened his voice appropriately: "Have you played sniping?"

After being frightened repeatedly, the girl's mind went blank, and her thoughts were unconsciously led away by Jiang Fang: "I've played...only played twice..."

Jiang Fang patted the side of the girl's face lightly with the dagger that was stained with blood on the girl's neck, and stared at her with enough insanely focused eyes,

"That's enough. My deputy shooter, don't want to die, come with me."

"Homeland Attack and Defense" is the most typical strategy game.

Every time you pass a level, the position and type of the tower will change.

Sometimes it's a cliff tower, sometimes it's a tree tower.

The weapons provided in the dungeon will be updated as the level progresses.

In each level, the types, habits and attack modes of monsters are also different.

It tests the player's immediate resilience.

If monsters don't tear people to pieces, "Homeland Attack and Defense" in multiplayer mode would have been a high-quality game that can exercise the ability of unity and cooperation.

The shock of 36 consecutive waves ended.

When Jiang Fang cut the throat of the last sugar glider with an ordinary blue weapon, and watched it die, his spirit, which was as tense as a piano string, still did not relax in the slightest.

The sticky animal blood on his fingers made him almost unable to hold the dagger steadily.

He sat on one knee on the ground, staring at the ground in front of him, breathing heavily.

Fortunately, even if you are panting like this.His hands never shake.

The ten surviving players surrounded Jiang Fang silently from behind him.

Among them was the young girl who was almost cut by him, and later partnered with him many times in on-off and on-off.

Her fear, uneasiness, and despair had already been numb in the wave of monsters that came like a tide.

Her face was covered with the dark red blood of the sugar glider, winding down the corners of her eyes, condensing blood tears of fear.

She whispered like sleepwalking: "Brother, what's going on with this game?"

"...How do we get out?"

……

At that time, Nanzhou in "Eternal Day" did not know what happened outside.

He waited for nearly two months, but he didn't wait for a new player.

It seems that everything that happened to Nanzhou before was an illusion.

Today, the hallucinations healed without medicine, stopped abruptly, and became a closed world again.

But the apple tree and the sugar glider clearly told Nan Zhou that all this is true.

Nan Zhou couldn't tell whether he was lucky or disappointed.

Holding his little sugar bag gliding Antarctic Star, he asked softly, "Where did you come in from?"

Nan Jixing stepped on his shoulders with thin and thin claws, stomping softly back and forth: "Chi."

Nan Zhou liked it very much.

It is afraid that its head is too small for it to touch, so it makes its head big and fluffy, so that he can hug Rua.

It also often chases and fights with itself, plays with him, and consumes his energy that has nowhere to rest under the excessive sunlight.

It is the best playmate Nanzhou has ever met in his life.

He thought that if he could figure out how this little guy came to him, maybe he could find a way out.

But the little sugar glider couldn't answer him.

It only raised its nose, coveting the apples in Nanzhou's pocket.

Therefore, Nanzhou named it Nanjixing.

"South Pole Star" is the star closest to the South Celestial Pole, and it is the limit of the range that can be observed by the naked eye.

Nan Zhou thought that it might be a key to communicate with the outside world.

It is the final point that you can see after exhausting your field of vision.

If you can't use this key to open the door to freedom, it's not bad to let it be your own end point.

After various speculations continued for nearly a month, on a "day of extreme day", Nan Zhou suddenly discovered that there was another group of weird players in the middle of the town.

The reason why they are weird is because they are not quite the same as the players who came here in the past.

First of all, they actually chose to enter "Eternal Day" on the "day of extreme day".

In the previous "Day of the Extreme Day", Nan Zhou basically encountered hardcore players who wanted to face the light and charms.

So they came in with weapons, aggressive and full of fighting spirit.

But this group of players obviously did not have this intention.

None of them came out to explore openly, but after they appeared in the small town, they quickly found an uninhabited three-story building, hid in it collectively, locked all the doors and windows from the inside, and left alone. The balcony door of a small bedroom with a balcony on the third floor was left open, as if it had been forgotten to close.

Nan Zhou could tell that this was a relatively unobvious trap.

If these players sealed off every corner of the building, then once Guangmei launched a surprise attack on them, they would not be able to predict where Lightmei would attack them.

Leaving a flaw, Guangmei will most likely choose to enter from this point where it is easiest to break through.

These players are leaving a life gate for themselves.

Then, there must be a trap in this door of life.

Nan Zhou thought they were strange.

Therefore, he didn't plan to attack them immediately, but planned to wait and see for a while before making plans.

At the same time, he had to be wary of other Guangmei's little tricks.

——Even if she is able to eat and drink enough now, every "day of extreme day", there will always be some Guangmei who can't control the restless and aggressive instinct in her blood vessels.

Nanzhou sat on the roof of the street where the sun was shining most, his slender legs stepped on the edge of the upturned eave tiles, separated slightly, stepped on the edge, and looked down.

Below him is the hiding place of these players.

With him sitting here, no Guangmei dared to approach or make a move easily.

A blood-sucking young Guangmei jumped to his side, squatted and looked at Nanzhou, and glanced longingly into the room.

...Boss, do you vote for them?

Nan Zhou shook his head at him.

Young Guangmei was a little reconciled.

After all, Guangmei's nature is cannibalism.

Recently, the boss finally gave them the freedom to attack, why is it not allowed now?

However, even if it is not reconciled, it dare not easily challenge the authority of the boss.

After seeing off his bitter subordinates, Nan Zhou took out a fresh apple from his pocket and wiped it with his sleeve.

The apple trees left by Mrs. Apple Tree have a growth cycle, which matures every 25 days, and each round will bear 30 fruits.

Therefore, the quantity is limited and must be cherished.

Seeing the fresh and delicious apples, Nanjixing hastily and greedily stretched out his little paws to reach them.

Nanzhou is the only one in Never Town who has the freedom of apples.

It sticks to Nanzhou, that is, it wants to eat more delicious food.

Under the fiddle of Nanjixing, the apple rolled out of Nanzhou's hand, fell to the eaves, and happened to fall into the balcony with the door open.

Apple pushed open the gap in the door, and rolled all the way inward.

Nan Zhou: "..." Tsk.

He is not afraid of traps.

He just wants to get his apple back.

After all, there are not many apples, and if you lose one, you will lose one.

In such a "day of extreme day", he seems to have no reason to be afraid of players.

Besides, he also wanted to meet those players.

Rather than thinking about it here alone, it is better to ask them what happened in the days when they didn't come.

And why did they suddenly come here.

When Nan Zhou jumped from the roof and landed on the balcony, his footsteps were light and silent, like a cat.

Nan Zhou didn't know what chain reaction would be triggered by his proactive visit this time.

The moment his feet stepped on the balcony, Nanzhou's memory fell into a dark block and chaos.

He stumbled and walked for a long time in the misty black barrier.

Along the way, he seems to have met a lot of people, seen a lot of scenery, and heard a lot of words.

These shapes and shadows once existed deeply, but they were quickly wiped away by a strange force like a wisp of sand.

Finally, he lowered his head in a dazed state, and his head hit the window frame of a moving bus.

When he opened his eyes, he found that there was a brightly colored mushroom standing next to him, explaining the rules of the game eloquently.

Nanzhou's memories stop at the moment when he stepped onto the balcony of Neverland to look for the apple he had dropped.

……

For Jiang Fang, who was thrown into the game dungeon several times, the most valuable memory of his life has just begun.

When the apple rolled into the room along the arc of the floor, Jiang Fang, who was hiding beside the balcony door, subconsciously pressed the apple with his fingertips.

When his fingertips touched the fresh apple, Jiang Fang's heart skipped a beat.

And at the next moment, he saw another hand covered with faint light, protruding in from the door, and dropped his fingertips on the apple.

Along with the opened balcony door, what poured in was him, as well as the brilliant, tide-like sunshine behind him.

To Song Haining, a young girl who had been following Jiang Fang wholeheartedly, this scene was nothing less than the collapse of the sky.

This light charm came in really fast!

And the boss didn't act immediately.

With such a delay, they completely lost the advantage of ambush beforehand!

Her voice trembled, her voice was hoarse as if she was dying: "Boss..."

Jiang Fang gestured for her to calm down.

Since being trapped in the game inexplicably for more than a month, they have been forced to be thrown into various dungeons, and have experienced too many life and death situations.

He can distinguish between priorities.

He also knew that when these people had entrusted their life and death to him, he shouldn't believe in a false childhood friend, a dungeon boss who single-handedly created the highest death rate in "Gravity".

The smile on Jiang Fang's lips was extremely bright.

He still rested on the fallen apple with one hand.

The edge of the dagger hidden behind his other hand, and his silver hair glistening in the sunlight, were both engulfed by the sunlight and turned into the same color.

With killing intent, he greeted Nanzhou gently: "... hello."

Nan Zhou blinked and said softly, "My apple."

Song Haining, who was extremely alert: "..."...Huh?

Nan Zhou emphasized: "Apple, mine."

Jiang Fang let go of his hand, smiled softly and said, "OK, OK, yours."

But Nan Zhou on the opposite side was not in a hurry to leave.

He sat down cross-legged, hugged an apple with a broken corner, and gnawed it bite by bite.

He seemed to be announcing that he didn't come to kill people, he really came to pick apples, and he left after eating the apples.

It also seemed to be waiting generously for Jiang Fang to tell him the intention and reason for these players who had disappeared for a long time to suddenly come to Never Town again.

The dazzling, as if substantive sunlight, melted away bit by bit on his body, gradually revealing his true nature.

A beautiful young monster, with black hair loosely draped over his shoulders, and a thin layer of golden edging was inlaid by the sun.

His facial features, figure, the length of his fingers, and the curvature of his neck and shoulders are all too standard and beautiful, and they are simply fake beauty that should not exist.

Even though he knew that the other party was a fake, even though there was a sharp edge hidden behind him that could be swung at him at any time, Jiang Fang couldn't help but be attracted by his action of eating apples and his focused expression.

When Nan Zhou was about to finish eating the whole apple, Jiang Fang finally opened his mouth slightly.

Nan Zhou also looked at him, waiting for him to express his intention.

Jiang Fang couldn't help but laugh:

"...Well, apples, you don't need to eat the core."

Nan Zhou held the only remaining apple stalk in his mouth: "..."

After the little monster fell into deep thought for a while, it dragged its tone and let out a sudden exclamation: "Ah..."

That's it.

The author has something to say:

"There is a gravitational force between everything, so I met you"