Dazai's Cross-World Help

The news of the end of the closed beta came suddenly.

Mary was shopping when she received the announcement. She was holding Akutagawa Silver in her left hand and Izumi Kyoka in her right hand. She was very happy to hug her left and right.

[System Announcement: This closed beta will end before you know it. We will end this closed beta in the early morning of May 5th and shut down the server. ]

NO.18, isn't that three days later?

Mary froze, and the facial expression management she had trained collapsed in an instant.

"What's the matter?" Quan Jinghua tugged at Mary's sleeve, and Akutagawa Gin was also full of worry. This was the first time they saw Mary showing such an ugly expression.

"It's okay, it's not a big problem." Mary had a comforting smile on her face.

She sighed secretly, yes, this is just a game, as long as it is a game, there will be a day when the server will be closed, and now it is just the end of the closed beta.

Although Mary said that she could continue shopping, both Akutagawa Gin and Izumi Kyoka came out and Mary had something on her mind. It didn't take long for them to find excuses to separate from Mary, hoping to free up time for Mary to deal with her own affairs.

Mary clicked on the world channel, and sure enough, there were densely swiping the screen, abusing the game company passionately.

But the only thing that players are most concerned about is whether the game will be closed beta with files deleted, or closed beta without files deleted?

Although this is just a game, many people regard this as the No.1 student and manage their relationship seriously.

NPCs are also very humane, and few people can really treat them as a string of data.

The players have been arguing for two days, but the official has been playing dead, and even the public beta time has not been released. On the huge official website, there are only empty official uniform announcements.

[World Channel] Ula: Damn, is this game really not going to make money?

[World Channel] Five members of Zi'an: You have the ability to close the server, and you have the ability to speak!

[World Channel] Fat Dutozaemon: You just pulled the port mafia into the top ten in the world, and you haven't had time to retire, so you just shut down my server, right?I don't allow it! ! !

After arguing for two days, and waiting for two days, they sighed helplessly as they saw the closing time getting closer.

Since I don't know if we can meet again, let's say goodbye now.

Meursault Prison.

In this prison, only Fyodor is squatting alone, but he should not be lonely, because the group of players who gave him the habit of Mazhe also followed.

"Farewell today, I don't know when we will see you next time." Through a thick layer of glass, Zi Zi sighed melancholy, "We have known each other for so long, and I haven't solemnly introduced myself yet. It's called Hatsune."

"Hey, when I think that I don't have a reviewer for Ma Zhe, I feel very sad." Hatsune covered his chest, the expression on his face became painful, "Why don't I sing you a Katyusha before I leave."

Fyodor, who had listened to the other party's singing a lot in Luthor's base, froze.

"do not……"

Before he could speak, a strange singing sounded, and Fyodor took half a step back, thankful that he had plugged his earplugs.

Katyusha twisted three sounds in one word from Hatsune, and the twisted Fyodor felt uncomfortable. Before Hatsune turned on the microphone, he never thought that someone could sing Katyusha like this, and he never wanted to hear it in his life. It's time for the song Katyusha! !

Not only Hatsune, other players are also saying goodbye to NPCs.

No one knows if this is a farewell.

Ranpo Edogawa, who was squatting at the detective agency, received a bunch of transfer contracts from snack companies.

Ranpo Edogawa, who buried himself in the snacks, rolled happily.

When Zi'an and the others opened the door with His Excellency Silver Wolf, a mountain of snacks rushed out, and instantly buried two people's legs into the pile of snacks.

Unexpectedly, the five Zi'an, who saw this scene, said one by one, "Jiang, Hu, Chuan, Luan, Bu!"

You really don't care about tooth decay at all, do you?

"Hey—these are all gifts, gifts." Edogawa waved his hands indifferently, "Who made me an international superstar? It's not natural for everyone to give me gifts when I run a detective agency." Is it?"

That's right, Edogawa Ranpo finally opened a detective agency. He lay in a pile of snacks and thought complacently, even if he is a detective in the parallel world, he must not be an international superstar, but he is liked by everyone superstar.

The five members of Zi'an sighed, and introduced His Excellency Silver Wolf, who looked cold and at a loss, to Edogawa Ranpo.

"This is Mr. Fukuzawa, and he will be your bodyguard from now on."

Everything seems to be on track.

Dazai received a bunch of presents again.

The last time he received a lot of gifts was when he inherited the organization. At that time, the players’ gifts filled the leader’s office. This time it was even more exaggerated. 1000 people came in.

Looking at the piles of corridors, and the appearance of presents being brought in from downstairs, Dazai thought to himself, why don't we explain it directly.

To save the players from sending a bunch of inexplicable things, making him look bad.

That's right, this shutdown of the server is actually a prank by Dazai.

No, in fact, shut down is true.

The energy collected by the World Consciousness has already overflowed, and even after half of the partitioned world, there is still a lot left.

The purpose of drawing high-dimensional people in at the beginning has been achieved, and the world consciousness understands that it is time to shut down the server.

Let’s close the server, the first one to report must be Dazai, the world consciousness thinks, Mr. Dazai is so annoying to this group of people, he will definitely agree to close the server happily, and then they will run away, anyway, separated by a dimension, God Emperor Gao was far away, and directly dropped the public beta.

But in fact, Dazai has long been used to the nervousness of the players. He was caught off guard when he heard the world consciousness say that he could shut down the server and run away.

Dazai thought, this is great, he will no longer hold his thigh and bark, and no one will give him a contract every now and then.

God knows what it's like to wake up every day to find that the company's assets have doubled again.

Others Dazai doesn't know, but Dazai knows that Mori Ogai must not know.

With the step-by-step expansion of the port mafia, the violent organization has grown to its limit. If it continues to develop, the consequences will be like his dream, and it will directly penetrate Japan.

Dazai didn't want to penetrate Japan, so he began to clean up the port mafia with the players little by little, and listed the organization.

Players: black and white take all, cool!

After the organization expands to a certain extent, Dazai's subordinates will not be enough. There is no way, Dazai is not the kind of person who suffers by himself and sees other people's coolness. He dug Mori Ogai out of the orphanage overnight and threw him there for a while A lot of work.

Mori Ogai: Thank you, I'm not happy.

Nakahara Chuya and Ozaki Koyo, who were going to catch up on the old days, looked at the documents reaching the ceiling, and left Mori Ogai's office in silence. Sorry to bother you.

After being happy for a few minutes, Dazai thought again, it would be a pity if he couldn’t see it in the future, there would be no serial manga of Oda Zakuxia, and his work would increase...

Dazai hesitated.

The players actually treat him very well, at least they are never willing to let him modify too many files.

Most of the file players approved for Dazai, and those that could not be approved were handed over to Nakahara Chuya or Mori Ogai, and the ones that could not be helped were handed over to Dazai.

Dazai sighed, and his eyes shifted to the figure of Oda Zukaku on the table.

He stood up and walked to the floor-to-ceiling windows. He liked to stand here when Mori Ogai was the leader. From this perspective, he could just see Leibo Street. The sunken ruins of Leibo Street had long been filled in by players. , a brand new building has been built, and there is no shadow of Leibo Street at all.

The players really put a lot of effort into building the city.

"There is still a contract between us." Dazai said softly.

As early as the very beginning, he had a contract with the world consciousness. The content of the contract was that Dazai mortgaged his own eyes, and the world consciousness gave Dazai an overriding promise.

Dazai's eyes were returned at the moment when the world was completely merged, and what is left now is the promise of the world consciousness to Dazai.

【Yes, Mr. Dazai, we will do whatever it takes to fulfill your wish. 】

"Let's run this game well." Dazai said softly, who already had everything and had no other desires.

"Let's run the game well."

The world consciousness that has issued a server shutdown announcement:  ……

"Don't rush to add an announcement, just treat it as a prank." Let the players have some fun, and stop barking at him.

In this way, Dazai stopped the world consciousness, and he happily watched the players bid farewell to everyone, as if they would never see each other again.

But he forgot that the real sweetheart of the players is his Dazai.

The players transferred a lot of property to Dazai, and one hour before the final server shutdown, the players ran to the downstairs of the port mafia headquarters and started crying, snot and tears , "Boss, you will be happy without us, woo woo woo."

As soon as the words were uttered, a new game announcement popped up.

[Game Announcement: After receiving a lot of feedback from players, our production team discussed and decided to cancel the closed server, and at the same time set the public beta time as………]

The tears of the players were stuck in half and suffocated.

The farewell lines that had been prepared all turned into passionate insults, "Fuck, dog production team, dog company, dog planner, give me back my touch!"

Dazai standing on the top of the building: ... a little regretful, but also a little funny.

Dazai smiled and shook his head, that's pretty good too.

It's still a long time, players will get tired of this game sooner or later, and they will grow old slowly, but so what?

They're happy now, and that's enough.

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