MTL - Unlimited Cycles of Death-Chapter 187 Resurrected from death 13┃You are the most perfect.

This is bound to be an unusual day.

Especially those who do not play the game, but choose to stay in the safe house to rest.

They are the ones who can most intuitively realize that things are gradually starting to become unusual.

As we all know, players who roam in the marginal world, if not playing games, are usually placed in a safe house by the system.

This so-called safe house is a very special superimposed space.

What is overlay space?

It may not be easy to describe in words, then directly explain the result of the superimposed space-in fact, it means that hundreds of thousands of players in the marginal world are all stuffed into the same safe house, but they cannot see each other other side.

They are in the same space, but they all think they are alone.

Only the walls inside the safe house can show the fact that they are densely packed in a small space-the words carved or written on the walls can be seen by other players.

This also creates a platform for players to communicate. They call the walls that can be lettering "blackboards" and often leave messages to each other on the blackboard.

At the same time, the safe house has a self-healing function, and the words written on the wall will slowly disappear after a period of time, which is conducive to the speed of communication and privacy protection for players.

But today is an unusual day.

All players staying in the safe house found something weird!

I don't know who it is, and wrote a few huge lines on the blackboard.

The font of each word is so huge that it cannot be covered with one hand.

These lines fill the wall, and after the lettering player finishes writing, he also traces his handwriting with special red paint.

So the whole wall seemed to be splashed with blood, and that **** paragraph was so clearly and sharply printed on the eyes of all players in the safe house.

This passage is written like this:

——Hello to all players in the marginal world.

I am the new **** on the edge today.

Right now, right now! I will give you a chance to escape the marginal world and be born again. You may leave this terrible dream and return to reality and start a new life.

But this opportunity, I can not entrust to you one by one, this requires all of you to act on your own to try to seize it.

I'm not merciful, so I will only give opportunities to those who are "strong".

Next, I will close all running games in the fringe world. Whether you are a player who is currently playing or a player who is about to play, you will be teleported back to the safe house at this moment.

Your personal system will broadcast a countdown to you every minute to remind you how much time you have left. The countdown is four hours. After four hours, the fringe world will disappear and all data will be deleted.

In these four hours, I will post different tasks to you through each of you's personal systems. If there are special conditions to be observed in the task, the personal system will prompt you.

Only players who have completed their missions with priority and perfection can get the opportunity to "escape".

Thank you for participating in the death game of the fringe world, this will be the final game.

...

This passage is so **** printed on the blackboard, and it has not gradually disappeared with the passage of time. It has always maintained a bright color and is placed in front of all players who can see it.

The entire marginal world seems to have precipitated because of this passage.

The players on the blackboard who were communicating are no longer continuing to lettering. They were silent for a while, and seemed to be trying to digest the facts.

Immediately after, the blackboard burst into silence for a moment.

"what happened?"

"is this real!?"

"Are there any players who have just entered the game and been bounced back? Come and talk!"

"Yes ... I am!"

"Me too, I was bounced back to the safe house as soon as I entered the game!"

"I was bounced back while the game was in progress ... I was almost killed by a ghost ..."

"... There really is a countdown, my system just gave me the time!"

"3 hours and 58 minutes left."

"What to do? Does anyone know what's going on here? Why did it suddenly become this way ?? Isn't it really a joke to destroy the fringe world after four hours !?"

"Don't worry, now that the countdown has begun, wait for the task!"

"..."

Unlike the chaotic players in front of the blackboard, Zhou Yue was squatting in a safe house at this moment, holding a brush stained with red paint, and looking at his masterpiece on the wall.

This paragraph was handwritten by Zhou Yue. Of course, he could actually ask the system to help and print it directly on the wall, but he chose to write by hand.

Cruise still surrounds Zhou Yue and observes Zhou Yue through a virtual screen. He said to Zhou Yue, "Do you really want to do this?"

Zhou Yue never had a bird over him.

Cruise, however, was very happy to say and talk to himself, dissuading Zhou Yue, "I suggest you better not do this. Even if you become marginal will, you can't let these players out."

Cruz thought that Zhou Yue was the kind of player who wanted to escape from the marginal world. By coincidence, he merged the soul with others and was able to use the spiritual blade. This succeeded in killing the incumbent will, thus gaining his identity .

After gaining the throne, Cruise felt that Zhou Yue naturally wanted to leave the marginal world.

Of course, Cruise will not let Zhou Yue leave easily, he proudly said to Zhou Yue, "After becoming the will of the margins, your soul is bound to this world. If the marginal world is destroyed, you will also Then be destroyed. "

"I know you want to escape from this world, I can help you!" Cruise said in Zhou Yue's ears, "You have a very perfect soul, perfect and precious, so I don't want to hurt you, also I don't want to be tough on you ... I need your cooperation. "

"As long as you are willing to cooperate with me to do some small experiments, I will release you from the marginal world, and I will create a perfect new body for you. You can go wherever you want and have any requirements. You can say it! "

This seems to finally move Zhou Yue. Zhou Yue no longer ignores Cruise as before, he turns his face to face the virtual screen and asks, "Any request is OK?"

Cruz saw Zhou Yue willing to talk to himself, and was instantly excited, shouting: "Yes! Any request is fine!"

"What if I said that I wanted to kill you?" Zhou Yue stared at Kurus with a crooked head, and there was blood red deep in the eyes.

Zhou Yue's words puzzled Cruise: "Why do you want to kill me?"

"There is no other reason, just because I want to, so I'm going to kill you." Zhou Yue is very casual.

Cruz actually lowered his head for a while, then nodded, and said to Zhou Yue; "Yes, as long as you are willing to cooperate with my experiment, I can let you kill me after completing the experiment."

"I want you to die." Zhou Yue drew an unfavorable smile and emphasized, "You know I can do that kind of death."

Zhou Yue's words reminded Cruise of his spiritual blade. The power of that blade can absolutely crush a person's soul.

Cruise thought of this, not afraid of anti-happy, more excited: "No problem, you!"

Zhou Yue narrowed her eyes and crumpled Cruise, thinking that this was really a bad guy.

"You are not afraid of death ..."

"Of course, I never fear death." Cruise raised his chest in front of the screen, folded his hands on his heart, a delicate expression on the old face.

"I lived a long, long time, maybe hundreds of years? Maybe thousands of years?" Cruise seemed to be thinking about his age, but soon he gave up thinking, "Oh, no way, I can't remember."

"But none of this is a problem." Cruz spread his hands. "Death to me is just another interesting journey. Even if my soul is gone, a part of me will continue to wander in this universe. Every corner, reunited into a new me. "

Cruz's definition of death seems a little novel to Zhou Yue, but this is not what Zhou Yue wants to know. Zhou Yue calmly tilted his head and stopped looking at Cruz. At the same time, "Since this is the case, then I Still won't kill you. "

Zhou Yue's sudden repentance made Cruz froze, his expression was dull for a second, and then Cruz reacted, wondering: "You don't want to kill me? Or do you have other requirements, no matter what is required of me Both ... "

"I don't want to ask you anything." Zhou Yue interrupted his words sternly.

Speaking, Zhou Yue also looked up at the words he had just written on the wall.

He sneered: "I didn't even think about escaping the marginal world, I want to stay here."

"No no no--" Cruise didn't understand what he meant, Cruise shook his head in panic: "You can't stay in this world, did I just say that? If the fringe world is destroyed, you will follow Destroyed. "

"So what?" Zhou Yue looked indifferent.

"You can't be destroyed!" Cruz's expression was a little stubborn, he clenched his fist unconsciously, his tone was full of anger, and he seemed to not understand Zhou Yue's thoughts.

But his emotions were only twisted for such a second, and Cruise soon returned to normal, and once again discouraged Zhou Yue with a gentle tone: "You are excellent, Zhou Yue. You should not die in such a place like this excellent."

"I know that the world has done you harm. It traps you here and makes you very miserable, and I am the culprit for all this."

"You can hate me as much as you just said. It doesn't matter if you kill me. I can satisfy you with any requirements." Cruise guided Zhou Yue step by step. "But you have to come out from there first. ... you don't want to be trapped in such a small space until you die? "

"Why do you care so much about my life and death?" Zhou Yue asked knowingly, his eyes flickered, and he pointedly said to Cruz, "It is clear that you are not afraid of death, but you are afraid of my death because I treat you Is it extraordinary value? "

"Stop!" Cruise praised Zhou Yue. "Your value can no longer be measured in any unit! As long as I can succeed in you ... Zhou Yue, you are the most perfect."