Monster Beauty's Unlimited Game

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Magma Monster

"idiot!"

Someone shouted loudly, it was the young man with the wind ability.

The translucent icicle pierced Mr. K's back with lightning speed.

puff.

The sharp weapon sounded through the muffled sound of flesh and blood, and a dazzling blood flower burst out from the wound on Mr. K's back.

It worked!

The sneak attacker showed joy. He is a rookie who has just passed a few low-level dungeons. He has mastered the ice ability and he was also a leader in the team. Seeing that Mr. K looks like an ordinary host, he went Moved the idea of ​​​​killing NPC.

Anyway, in the dungeon, he killed not a hundred NPCs, but ten.

In the astonished eyes of everyone, Mr. K shook his tall body, as if he had been seriously injured. With a muffled sound, the man in suit and leather shoes fell on his back to the ground.

The icicle completely pierced through his chest, and gushes of blood overflowed from the bowl-sized wound.

"Really, really dead!" The sneak attacker was ecstatic, his face was full of complacency at this time, and he said to the stunned crowd, "Don't underestimate the newcomer, the reason why I did this is to study This leaflet does not say that attacking the host is not allowed."

What he said is very correct. The more experienced players have already studied the words on the flyer very thoroughly. There is indeed no such rule as "cannot kill the host".

All freedom outside the rules.

Could it be that this dungeon ended so simply?

"You're thinking too simply," said the calm elder, "Even if we kill the host, how can we get out? This instance has no clearing conditions."

"Heh," the attacker sneered, stretched out his index finger, and said provocatively, "Didn't you find out? The bus that brought us has never left. This is also a clue. The clearance conditions of this dungeon It is likely to kill the host, and then everyone leaves the instance in the same bus."

The sneak attacker saw the same excitement as himself on the faces of some people, and he was even more satisfied. He even walked faster. He came to the steel double gate and put his hands on the cold ones. Turning around, he said to them, "Why, why don't you follow up and return to reality?"

Many people looked at each other in blank dismay, and a few people couldn't hold back anymore, and took a step forward secretly.

The attacker ignored it, and with all his strength, pushed the steel double doors a little distance away, only to see a horrifying scene!

Mr. K stood in front of the door intact, maintaining the posture of pushing the door. When he saw the player who had just killed himself, he smiled again and said, "Sorry, I'm back again."

The suit on his whole body was smooth, even the hair was docile, and there was no trace of blood on the white collar. At this time, the sky was already dark, and the setting sun was like blood, reflecting an ominous curtain of blood in the sky behind him.

The assailant's face was pale, and he was sweating profusely. His lips trembled a few times, and as if remembering something, he quickly turned his head and glanced at the place where Mr. K fell to the ground just now.

The blood-stained ground was now empty, as if the previous attack was just an illusion.

"You, you, aren't you already dead?" He even started to stutter.

Mr. K didn't seem to be annoyed that someone killed him, but smiled stiffly, and said: "Sir, I admire your courage, and you want to kill me by using the rules that you don't have, but I didn't complete the mission, Lord don't you?" would kill me."

When Zhou Yan heard the word "Master", his brows twitched, and his intuition told him that there must be something wrong with this "Master".

But he didn't know why this idea came up out of thin air.

"Then, then you want to kill me, kill me?" The sneak attacker couldn't even stand still, he stuck to the cold wall and asked in panic.

Mr. J shook his head in a good-tempered manner, and said, "It's not stated in the rules that I can't kill any player. This is our rule."

Players cannot be killed!

When everyone heard the exciting disappearance, they couldn't help being shocked. They didn't expect that person to accidentally introduce such a rule. It seems that this kid is really not simple.

The assailant looked undecided, he stared at Mr. K closely, his eyes swept from head to toe, as if trying to figure out what he meant.

He didn't believe that there were such gentle and kind people among the NPCs.

It's a pity that Mr. K failed his prying eyes. He tapped his wrist with his fingers and said, "Everyone, time is limited. Please hurry back to your workbench to complete the task."

"Mission, what the hell is this mission!" Someone shouted impatiently.

"Yes, it is to make a monster that adapts to the magma," a kind special effects artist reminded, "It is to make a mold of the monster on the model's face, it should, it should be fine."

"Props for making monsters?"

"What it is?"

"Uh..." After the uproar just now, the supernatural beings had no other thoughts, and went to the special effects artists one after another and began to observe the things they were tinkering with.

Many people have already started sketching the monster.

The theme this time is to create monsters that adapt to magma. Most of the special effects artists designed frost monsters to resist the high temperature and high temperature of magma. They glued clay on the facial model and carved the shape of ice cubes to represent the characteristics of frost.

Some special effects artists point out dense mud particles on the smooth face model. At the beginning stage, it looks like ordinary mud blocks, but in the subsequent coloring stage, they will use the airbrush to paint and describe them as snow particles. Shape.

After those supernatural beings patrolled around, they all showed embarrassment. This is a very professional challenge. Seeing the time passing by, the supernatural beings have no choice but to clumsily scrape off a few pieces of clay , try to erase on the face model.

Zhou Yan had already figured out the sketch, and his movements were very fast and precise. He did not stick to ordinary thinking, but came up with another plan in another way.

Just as he was painting the mold, he saw Shi Lingxue frowning, impatiently throwing down a file, and replacing it with other tools for carving.

"Tsk! How annoying!" She couldn't help but complain softly.

Zhou Yan knew that she was not good at making such monsters, although the leaflet did not state that the contestants could not have similar ideas.

But Mr. K patrolled the empty studio like a dutiful judge in an examination room, and his leather shoes made a disturbing sound on the smooth floor.

Shi Lingxue is not limited in ability, she just lacks an opportunity. All special effects artists started out by making monsters in the early days of the industry, but they specialize in the later art, and she may just have no inspiration for the time being.

Zhou Yan knocked on the workbench and coughed lightly.

Shi Lingxue was still immersed in irritability, her brows were furrowed, and she didn't pay attention to the noise from the outside world.

She vigorously wiped off the sweat from her face, and inadvertently wiped the clay stains on her face as well.

Zhou Yan thought for a while, turned over his own mold, stuck it with a piece of clay, and carved two characters on the back of his head, then pretended to study the model carefully, lifted the entire head model up a little, and then heavily Coughed.

"This contestant, what's wrong with you?"

Mr. K's voice sounded behind him like a ghost.

Zhou Yan, who was already guilty of a crime, was surprisingly calm at this time. It seemed that this kind of shock was normal for him, and he said lightly: "My throat is uncomfortable."

Mr. K still had a slight smile on his face, but there was no warmth in his dark eyes. He glanced around and saw no other abnormalities. He could only say: "Don't forget the principle of our competition." .”

"Of course I know." Zhou Yan replied honestly holding the skull mold.

The confrontation between them has attracted the attention of the people around them. After taking a look at it with the mentality of watching the excitement, seeing that the two of them have not made any more disturbances, they just buried their heads and continued to work hard.

Shi Lingxue, who was opposite Zhou Yan, raised her head as early as the moment Mr. K came, and saw the hint Zhou Yan gave her—Pompeii.

Her eyes lit up, and she immediately pretended to observe Mr. K and Zhou Yan with interest, but made a gesture quietly.

Zhou Yan took advantage of the situation and erased those two words.

Zhou Yan secretly heaved a sigh of relief when Mr. K walked away. For some reason, when that Mr. K approached him, he always felt an inexplicable gaze fall on him.

This feeling of being voyeurized is too weird.

"Ding!"

A burst of rapid bells rang like a reminder, and Mr. K immediately raised his hand to signal: "It's time, everyone stop what you're doing."

A few supernatural beings hadn't had time to complete their works, and when they were about to take advantage of the ringing of the bell to make up a few knives, the skull models had already disappeared.

It seems that they were forced to stop.

Mr. K walked to the first workbench. It was a special effects artist Zhou Yan was not familiar with. His mental state was not as good as that of the others. As expected, seeing this unpredictable Mr. K approaching at this moment, he was already shaking like chaff with fright.

Mr. K clicked on the desktop, and the mold made by the special effects artist appeared in midair out of thin air.

What he made was a very uninspired frost monster, with thick layers of frost condensed on his face exactly like him.

But because he was too nervous, those frost special effects were not ideally sculpted, and some cracks even appeared.

"Hey, he's too nervous," Yuan Yu leaned forward a little bit, stood on tiptoe to look at the work of the special effects artist, and commented, "Look at the edge of his carving, it's too thick, if it's made into a foam mold, It must not be bonded well enough and it will crack."

All the molds need to be shaped with foam or silicone before they can stick to the face. What Yuan Yu is referring to is that the frost made by the special effects artist is too thick at the junction of the cheeks, which will lead to various appearances when the makeup is applied later. situation.

"If you use silica gel, then this problem can be easily solved." Shi Lingxue also added a sentence.

Zhou Yan shook his head and said, "Such a large amount of silicone is too heavy, and it will peel off if it sticks to the face."

Shi Lingxue just wanted to refute, but because of Zhou Yan's help to her before, she insisted on holding back the conversation.

In fact, what Zhou Yan said made sense.

Shi Lingxue pursed her lips, but didn't say anything.

"Student, please introduce what you are making." Mr. K looked at the trembling special effects artist gently.

"This, this is the Frost I created, the Frost Goddess, she is an elf born on the Antarctic glacier." The special effects artist swallowed and briefly explained the situation.

Mr. K did not respond, but nodded slightly, and said, "Then let us evaluate this work, whether it can withstand magma."

As soon as the words fell, a strange change occurred on the face of the special effects artist. Layers of icy frost emerged from his skin, covering his entire face little by little. After a while, his face condensed. It became a thick frost.

Exactly like the monsters he created.

Such a novel experience made him reach out and touch the frost on his face, his eyes lit up, and he said, "Oh my god, that's it, that's it, it's amazing!"

However, just when he was happy about the mutation on his body, a mass of red magma gathered on the top of his head at some point, boiling and boiling half a foot away from his head, just as he touched his face After the frost, hot and viscous magma hangs down from mid-air.

"what!!"

A violent scream came from the mouth of the special effects artist. The Frost Goddess he created could not withstand such a high-temperature magma. The extremely hot fire collided with the extremely cold ice, and the puffs were mixed with scorched smoke. A white mist rolled out from the special effects artist's face.

Everyone was stunned by this cruel scene.

The wailing of the special effects artist became smaller and smaller until the magma completely flowed down, leaving only a black charred shell for the poor special effects artist.

After the last puff of smoke was spit out from the mouth that was opened wide because of the pain, the whole body fell straight back and turned into ashes the moment it fell to the ground.

"What a pity, the first challenger failed."

Mr. K announced his death gracefully and slowly.