Am I this skinny in another world?

The fog gradually thickened, and it seemed to have a spirituality, gathering and dispersing freely with the young man's movements, like a shadow.

Joke was sure that this person was definitely Jack, and there was no other one in Oletis Manor with such an annoyingly clingy attacking technique.The thicker and thicker white fog covered the entire site of the Red Church, and the voices of other survivors gradually disappeared.

The feeling of being hit by the rocket irregularly over and over again was too aggrieved. Chuck swung the rocket vigorously and knocked the simple and fast boy into the air, and was stuck again—this time it was Jack who swung behind him with a claw-shaped hand. The sharp blade kissed the neck.If it hadn't been for Jack's extremely quick reflexes that didn't fit his body shape, he wouldn't have just been scratched and bled.

Out of breath, Joke picked up the rocket and poked at Jack again: "Are you crazy!"

Jack didn't answer, he stepped forward to attack when he had the opportunity, and retreated when he missed a hit. It seemed that he had no rules, but in fact he kept disrupting the rhythm of the opponent's attack, and people made mistakes when they were confused.The jingling sound was like jade beads falling into a plate, and the rocket that couldn't break through Juke was also difficult to entangle.

Compared with the strong physique of other male supervisors, he does not have an advantage in strength, and his body in his youth lacks a bit of height and momentum - but it does not mean that Jack has no strength.

Hidden in the mist, the red eyes stared at the prey.

This is London's killer.

Survivors gathered in the lobby, where they had been waiting for their companions to come back since they were notified of the suspension of the game, wanting to find out what had happened.They have played hundreds of games at least, but they have never encountered such a situation.

Is something changing?Is there a turning point?

In the end, only three people came back in a panic, without Jack.

The three men who repaired the machine couldn't see the situation clearly because of the fog. Helena said that in the end she only knew that Jack and Jack were together.

"Jack is planning something." The mercenary said calmly, "He wanted to say something a few times, but finally gave up."

"Planning what?"

"do not know."

The few of them who acted cautiously these days have observed this seemingly peaceful "abnormal person", and they didn't ask any questions about it.

Silence froze in the air.

The supervisor was also at a loss. Before anyone could say anything, the door of the staff dormitory was knocked open by a rocket.First, Chuck was thrown in, and the boy stepped on the broken floor to enter, a little bit of blood dripped from his paws, splashing flowers.

"Yo, hello everyone."

The time has already passed the time for a single cut in the routine, and Jack, who cannot be regarded as a survivor, still has red eyes and a strange smile.

The murderous aura filled the air, and the young man could not lose the wind with more than one enemy. The white mist seemed to condense into a tall and thin human figure behind him, changing his movements with his master's every move, like a duet.

Those who are familiar with the adult Jack know that this is the big touch with white stripes.

"Jack, don't you care?" Michiko got off the chair, covering her face with a fan to hide her smile.

The supervisor Jack who was named did not, but raised his large paw, watching his other self who stopped a few steps away, with a vague expectation.

"Stop the boring prologue and let me finish this farce."

"Gamble freedom, life, everything."

—and win freedom, life, everything.

"Are you kidding me!" Qiu Ke, who was thrown into the corner of the wall with an eye for an eye, staggered up, looking like the boy who was forced to slam into the wall just now, "A madman won't believe you—"

A fog blade cut into the wall at an exquisite angle, and a few strands of red hair were chopped off.Jack fell silent.

"Shut up, Jack, I can kill you once or a second time." The young man was indifferent, but spread his hands innocently, his pure and innocent appearance was almost unbearable.The phantom behind him condensed into his past appearance, and Bai Wen Da Touch made a salute gesture with the rose cane.

In the mist, he is king.

"This world is a 'scumbag'* with no exit button."

A long time ago, when I didn't enter the game, when I entered the game, when I played the game many times and thousands of times, when I became "friends" with survivors, and when I was besieged by regulators, the only way to lose my soul was to pursue When stimulating and pleasurable...

He is already crazy.

When he drinks the poison, when he brings destruction to all...

But don't expect madmen to understand each other.

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*It’s not about the main body of the fifth personality game, the wy non-confrontational mobile game “fifth personality” has never been mentioned in the plot.

From the standpoint of the characters in this story, spending life to play terrible survival games and not get what you want-it's as scumbag as human society!

The author has something to say: Although it is said to be over!There are two, three, four, five, I don't know how many updates!

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This world is a "garbage game"

- Boring game with unclear rules and objectives

——70 billion players act recklessly regardless of order

-Punishment for winning too much

——If you lose too much, you will be punished

- no right to skip

- If you keep silent, you will be bullied more violently

——Talk too much and be alienated by going too deep

——If you overinterpret the original meaning, you will be alienated if you hit the nail on the head

——No target, no parameter or even unknown category

-Punishment even if obeying fixed rules

——The guy who ignores the rules but is in a high position with a self-important face

——compared to such a life

——No matter what kind of game it is, it couldn't be easier