[Comprehensive] Forced to Mary Sue

After I washed my hair heartily and washed off the strong hair gel that fixed the super long bangs that protruded from my forehead, I finally felt that the world in front of me was refreshed, with clearer lines and brighter colors. Feeling happy, I smiled at the young woman with natural long purple hair in the mirror.

These sisters are especially pretty when they smile, their brown eyes seem to be filled with warm light, soft and affectionate, as if they represent the kindness from this world.

In the next second, I felt as if someone had slapped my face and it hurt so hot, even the smile reflected in the mirror was distorted into a grin, as if it represented the malice from this world.

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The calm voice of Mary Su's system sounded again: 【This is your punishment from the system. There are restrictions on language and expressions. Come on! 】

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...I apply to reinstall the system...

Can't talk, can't laugh, forced me to be paralyzed, what hope is there in this world!

I am desperate for this world!

When I changed into the lady's suit and opened the door, the middle-aged man with a slightly anxious hairline was already squatting at the door of my room, huddled up, and the handkerchief in his hand to wipe sweat was completely gone. Seeing me open the door, he stood up and said with great excitement: "Master Kulala, you have finally come out, the audience has been waiting for you for a long time!"

I nodded and walked out of the room. The middle-aged man was stunned and asked, "Miss Kulala, your hair..."

I turned my head to look at him, his eyes became a little more frightened for a moment, he immediately waved his hands, stood up straight, and said very quickly: "It's okay, Miss Kulala, you are like this no matter what you are charming!"

... I haven't been praised so much in many years, I endured the complacency that gradually spread from the bottom of my heart, and turned my head with a paralyzed expression.

I looked down at the "star referee" with golden light shining on his chest, and then saw the middle-aged man's expression of "thank you, thank you, thank you for letting us meet" after seeing me, and I began to think about this Miss Kulala. What a "star"...

It wasn't until the door at the end of the corridor opened, and I walked outside, that the cheers rushed towards me like a rolling wave, and I didn't know that this was not an ordinary "star"...

This is a large fighting arena, with the competition field in the middle, where the stage lights from all sides on the ceiling gather here. There are already two people standing on the field. They were facing each other with fighting spirit. After seeing me, they rushed to the field immediately. Edge, curling his hands around his mouth into a trumpet shape and shouting Kulala.There are stepped auditoriums on all sides. At this time, the auditorium is full of people, all of whom are raising their hands and cheering. I even saw someone holding a huge billboard with big breasts, thin waist, long legs, high heels, purple A cold-faced young woman in a suit at the head of the plane holds a diamond-encrusted microphone in one hand and a leather whip in the other (...), next to it is a large character made of purple fluorescent sticks: Kulala, the warrior of love, Bartozzi, the World Support Association Sub-Republic Branch.

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What the hell is a warrior of love?

"Goddess Kulala has changed her hairstyle!"

"Goddess, you are still my goddess without the cool airplane head!"

"Snap photo snap photo!"

"I'm going dizzy!"

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...What is going on in this world, brother, I am really flattered...

I took the shiny microphone handed over by the middle-aged man and weighed it in my hand. little diamonds.Without changing my face, I quietly took a few of them and put them in my vest pocket, then walked onto the field holding the microphone.

Two contestants, one is a green-haired dwarf and the other is a blue-haired thin man. When they saw me on the field, their eyes glowed and they rushed towards me. The two guys have already sprawled out of the venue.

I:"……"

For heaven's sake, I really didn't use my strength.

After a few seconds of silence in the arena, there was another round of cheers.

"It has appeared! God's punishment of Goddess Kulala!"

"Those two people are delusional and frivolous of the goddess! It's shameful! I'm going to expose this matter on the Internet later!"

"As expected of our favorite referee!"

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...Suddenly feel that this world has nothing to do with me.

... This Miss Little Demon Fairy has become the Marysu of this world.

...I don't know whether to cry or laugh, but the evil Mary Sue system has deprived me of the right to activate my facial muscles and nerves.

Facing the fighting arena that is boiling up for me, I only have one expression from the beginning to the end, that is expressionless.

On the second day, the headlines of the major portal websites of the Republic of Bartosia were all about my dead face, and next to it was a bold and enlarged headline: Return!The star referee Kulala of the Sky Arena made a stunning debut after retiring for half a year!

...Where is the surprise...

Fortunately, there is an extremely convenient and fast Internet in this world, and I quickly found Kula Lalusilu's information on the Internet.

Just typing a few words of Kulala on the search engine, many web pages popped up, and combined with the information I found, I finally got to know Kulala.

Located in the territory of the Republic of Batozia, the Sky Arena is the largest fighting arena in the world and the fourth tallest building in the world.Every day, countless large and small fighting competitions are staged here, whether it is the small fights of low-level players, or the life-and-death struggle of high-level players. This is a paradise for fighters and a dream place for the poor.

But such a world-renowned place is run by a mysterious person who has never disclosed his name. Some say it is an industry owned by ten old gangsters, while others say it is a group of rich and powerful.

Ten years ago, a 16-year-old girl suddenly appeared in the Sky Arena, with a purple airplane head and a black slim-fit suit. , she doesn't talk very often, and only occasionally spits out a word or two from her mouth.And it was such a strange person who could walk freely amidst the terrifying murderous aura of high-level players.

A contestant once tried to kill her and her opponent in a game, but was stabbed in the heart by the microphone in her hand. The audience seemed to be able to hear the heartbeat of the person from the stereo sound of the venue, and only after a few seconds of silence , the auditorium erupted into huge cheers, such a reversal was even more exciting than the game.

After that time, Kulala became famous, and countless people were obsessed with her like a fighter, and some people asked her why she didn't participate in the competition with such strength, but she left with only a cold look in her eyes.

Later, she had a nickname: Goddess of Ice.

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Goddess of Ice.

I think Xiaomoxian is more suitable...

If I don't make an expression, I will be slapped in the face by the system. I really want to laugh under the table.

...However, apart from the nose of the plane, Kulala is really a very... standard... Mary Sue.

I turned off the computer and lay down on the bed, thinking about this task.

Mind power is different from the chakra that is necessary for ninjas. This is an ability that only some people can use. Someone needs to open the fine hole for them, and then realize the power of mind before the "qi" is exhausted.This has a certain degree of danger, but it is not difficult to achieve, but the system requires special force, which makes it difficult for me.

...To be honest, I'm really afraid that I'm an enhancement system...

I stared at the chandelier covered with rattan pattern on the ceiling, listened to the whistling wind outside the window, and fell into sleep.

Among other things, at least the upholstered beds in the Sky Arena are more likely to make people fall asleep than the tatami mats in the Thousand Hands Clan.

At breakfast the next day, the middle-aged man, I found out from the Internet that his identity was Kulala's housekeeper Boli, gave me a copy of today's battle list.

With Kulala's qualifications, there is no need to go to low-level fights, so this duel table is full of masters over [-] levels. I looked carefully and found no familiar names, so I nodded and asked Boli to arrange up.

When Boli was about to leave, he suddenly remembered something and said to me: "Oh, by the way, miss, there are many rumors about your retirement in the past six months."

I took a sip of milk and turned to look at him.

"What I'm saying is that you have been looking for excellent hair stylists for the past six months and changed your hairstyle."

I:"……"

"Miss, look, do you want to clarify..."

I swallowed the milk with difficulty, endured the pain of being cut by the system, and spit out two words: "No

"Then how do we respond?"

"The one who cleans up cleans himself." After saying these words, I felt like I was going to spit out a mouthful of old blood.

"But……"

Seeing that Boli was about to make another long speech, I silently picked up the diamond-encrusted microphone at hand. Boli swallowed the next words, then looked at me with some apprehension, and backed out.

I looked at the blind man's microphone in my hand with affection, just like rubbing kunai back then.

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When I walked to the fighting arena with this microphone that almost represented all the glory of Kulala, I felt the enthusiasm from the audience again.

This time, the landlord on the 210th floor is fighting against the landlord on the [-]th floor. It is a highly anticipated and enjoyable battle. The auditorium is overcrowded, except for the members of the Kulala World Support Association Batozia Republic Branch , as well as the fans of the players on both sides, the whole venue was extremely lively, and everyone on their own side shouted the names of the players they supported as if tearing their throats.

I walked to the stage, and two contestants stood on both sides of the field. I picked up the microphone and pointed to the person on the other side: "Bluto."

The middle-aged man named Brutal immediately waved to the audience.

I pointed to the person on the other side: "Shrimp shell."

These two words spit out from my mouth, in addition to causing a sharp pain in my vocal cords, it also made me a little curious, although people in this world choose their names quite casually, such as Kulolo Balala and the like, But it’s also the first time I’ve heard someone call it Shrimp Shell. I don’t know if his younger brother’s name is Crab Shell.

I looked over there, and saw a tall, blond baby face smiling at me, and he raised the little devil's phone in his hand: "I've wanted to ask Miss Kulala's phone number for a long time, can you give me?"

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I looked at him expressionlessly, and then spit out two words amidst the sharp pain in my throat: "I can't."

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