In the gaming world, the players were in complete chaos.
The closed room lost its gaps, the floor and the walls became a smooth, whole surface, and the protective suit grew onto the person's body.
People kept disappearing.
Someone completely lost his composure and rushed madly towards the window that had not yet been completely integrated. His figure was instantly swallowed up by the edge of the growing space.
The message area is constantly refreshed second by second.
[Everyone else here has disappeared! I am the only one left!]
[Only one person is captured in each space? I am the only one left here.]
[Where is the missing person? Did he get out successfully? ? ]
[Are there any unfused ones? Hurry up, as many as you can get out!]
[Someone come out and save us!]
[This is a closed school, and there are still some that haven’t disappeared! I’ll try…]
[Don't try! ! The person didn't disappear! And he didn't get out! ! ! ]
[Not disappeared?]
…
The message remained silent for two seconds before the unregistered user sent a second message.
[They didn't disappear, they were on my wall.]
…
The message immediately exploded: [What is that black thing on the wall? ! ]
[On the wall... they became just line drawings.]
[A good person turned into a painting? ? ? ]
[It hasn’t changed completely, what should I do?!]
[Can you please finish your words quickly? What is going on? Please explain clearly!]
[He turned into a painting... but he can still move. He wants to get out. Let me help him!]
[He can reach the floor and ceiling! Is there anyone who can help me?! I am in a hospital ward! I don’t know which hospital this is. I was so scared when I escaped... Help!]
[Help!!]
[My room is small, I feel like he is about to catch me!!!]
…
The last message from this unregistered account stopped here.
People kept asking about his safety, and several pages of messages had been left without any replies from that account.
Just when someone couldn't help it and was about to forcibly invade the background to retrieve data and location, that account posted a new message.
[Successful]
Someone immediately replied below: [What success?!]
[Is your place safe? If not, create another enclosed space immediately!]
[What's up with these paintings? There are portraits of people on my wall too!]
[I have them here too, they seem to be growing inside the wall…]
[Were they merged into this space?]
[yes]
[??? Does anyone remember the code? Is the person above the one who asked for help before? ! ]
[It was the unregistered account that asked for help before, but I don’t know if it’s still the same person.]
[What the hell…?]
[Literally, haven’t you noticed yet?]
[Only one person can exist in this closed space. The rest of the people become "blanks", swallowed up into line drawings, and can only move on the surface of this space... There is only one way to get out.]
The comment section became eerily quiet.
After a long time, the unregistered account that was asking for help sent several messages in succession.
[]
[Think of something]
[Just change someone else to go]
…
Finally, someone couldn't bear it anymore and let out a hysterical scream.
The chaos continued throughout the night.
A closed space can easily cause people to collapse and lose control. Players are isolated from each other and cannot communicate with each other. Instead, they have to be on guard against being caught by the "paintings" on the wall and worry about being forced to exchange identities, which undoubtedly exacerbates the spread of collapse.
This time the rules were made clearer and were summarized a few hours later than usual.
The preliminary interpretation of the third rule replaced the original "Survival Guide" and appeared at the top of the comment section.
…
According to speculation, each closed space can only support one materialized life form at most.
During the growth period of the space, the extra players were swallowed up by the space and turned into "blanks". These players did not disappear completely, they just became moving line drawings on the wall.
For players who have turned these into line drawings, if they want to get out of the wall and restore their original state, they have to capture a real player to replace themselves.
Now the space has initially stabilized and will no longer suddenly swallow up players, but it has also closed all possible exits.
The colors of the players who managed to survive also gradually faded, gradually turning into inorganic gray.
This is a transformation at the dimensional level. Even A-level abilities and domains cannot have any effect on it.
…
Zhan Chen closed his computer and walked to the wall of the enclosed space where they were.
There had been precedents of deliberately hiding the line drawings and suddenly dragging the physical players into the wall. The system was a little nervous and flashed a dim red light: "Mr. Zhan... Be careful, don't let them drag you away and exchange you."
Zhan Chen nodded: "Okay."
As soon as he finished speaking, a transparent object composed only of lines poked out from the lines formed by the corner of the wall and suddenly attacked Zhan Chen.
The system was so frightened that the speaker crackled: "Mr. Zhan!!!"
Zhan Chen was held tightly by a person sticking out from the wall.
The little color left in Zhan Chen's body quickly flowed towards the dog. A shadow came out from the wall and uttered a cold and mocking voice: "You are quite brave, you—"
The voice of the person in the wall suddenly stopped.
Those colors were about to fill his body, but seemed to be blocked by some unknown force, and all flowed back into Zhan Chen's body.
The system was stunned: "Mr. Zhan?"
Zhan Chen straightened his sleeves.
System: “…Why is this happening?”
"Because I said 'OK'." Zhan Chen looked at the wall, "Come out, I have something to ask you."
His voice was calm, but not as gentle as when Yu Tang was here. The seemingly gentle end of his words already revealed a force that could not be refused.
This situation was really weird. The system hid behind Zhan Chen and looked carefully at the originally blank wall.
There were lines flowing slowly, interweaving on the wall to form terrified human faces.
"He" just wanted to pick someone to replace himself, but he didn't expect to meet Zhan Chen. He was almost scared to death. He opened his mouth and kept talking, but no sound came out.
The system asked quietly: "Mr. Zhan...what did he say?"
Zhan Chen looked at Fang's lip shape and said, "He said that he was also dragged into the wall by someone and walked through several closed spaces before he chose me."
Zhan Chen: "He thought it would be easy, but he didn't expect it to be so unlucky."
The man in the wall didn't expect Zhan Chen to be able to read lips. He trembled in fear, closed his mouth tightly, and shrank back, wanting to escape.
"Tell me the truth, I won't touch you." Zhan Chen asked, "How many confined spaces have you been to?"
The hand of the man in the wall was still firmly grasped by Zhan Chen. He did not dare to risk the consequences of being forcibly pulled out of the wall. After a little hesitation, he still answered a few words.
Zhan Chen “listened” to him and nodded: “Have you seen any information about the electronic storm?”
The man in the wall racked his brains for a while and shook his head.
Zhan Chen let go.
The line he clamped quickly shrank into the wall and disappeared without a trace.
The system was a little anxious: "Mr. Zhan, are you just going to let him run away like this? What if he goes to catch someone else—"
"It's all the same," Zhan Chen said. "It's just two different stages of being reduced to become a 'painting' on the wall and fading in a closed space."
This is a man-made eye of the storm.
If you don't find a way to unlock this space, no matter how many times you swap, in the end all the players will lose all their colors and completely lose their power.
The system was stunned for a moment, and then tried to answer Shi Ji again: "Then... we can't escape, right?"
The system was a little scared, and couldn't help thinking about Yu Tang: "It would be great if the host was here, but given our current situation, the host can't come..."
Zhan Chen didn't say anything, walked to the window and sat down against the wall.
He opened his carry-on suitcase, took out his pistol, and disassembled it to clean each part.
The system couldn't help but get anxious: "Mr. Zhan, why are you still cleaning your gun at this time?"
Zhan Chen shook his head, his movements still calm and neat, just like usual, he methodically maintained the gun parts in front of him.
The color of his body was still slowly fading, but his eyes were unusually dark, hard and sharp, as if they were not affected at all by the disappearance of the time dimension.
Zhan Chen spread out the parts, picked them out one by one, and picked out a small piece of bright silver spring.
Middle space.
Yu Tang stopped at the edge of the jungle.
The light was bright and fierce, like a ball of blazing fire, shining straight down without any hindrance, illuminating piece after piece of iron-red rust.
The person in front of him frowned and looked at him.
Yu Tang let go, and the gunpowder embers and empty bullets fell to the ground with a clanging sound, and were quickly swallowed up by the rapidly growing rust.
…
Zhong San put down his shotgun.
He had originally entered the game as a VIP, bidding for a Grade A ability card and observing the usefulness of No. 13. However, not long after he entered, the game world changed.
Zhong San was trapped in the game.
Perhaps because of his VIP privileges, he was not affected by the so-called "assimilation" and "rust" rules, nor was he in a hurry to enter the closed room.
Zhong San was unable to contact the game officials, so he followed the signal route of the No. 13 electronic handcuffs to find them, only to meet a young man with an unfamiliar face.
"You are not number 13."
Zhong San asked, "Who are you?"
Yu Tang raised his right arm.
He said nothing, as a ball of light blue particle mist swirled in his palm, with an electronic leg cuff wrapped in the middle.
Zhong San's pupils narrowed slightly.
… Obviously, the other party is a more powerful particle-level mutant.
He did not see any relevant records in the player data, nor did he expect that No. 13's almost infallible ability could be captured so easily in the game.
This person's ability was obviously much stronger, but for some reason, not only did he not absorb Particle No. 13, but he preserved Particle No. 13 intact and allowed it to track here.
It's like... there's something going on.
Zhong San's heart sank uncontrollably: "Who are you, No. 13?"
"I am his senior." Yu Tang said, "He was taken away for human experiments, transformed into a superpower, bought by someone, and forced to participate in this battle royale game - he was killed by someone, I am here to avenge him."
Yu Tang asked, "What about you?"
Zhong San looked at him, his eyes darkening.
There were more than one person who said these words to him, so he could still hear that the other party was hinting at something.
The gun barrel was hot from the sunlight. Zhong San walked two steps forward on the rusty ground.
"Are you one of them too?" Zhong San asked, "Security Department, Special Investigation Division? Or Secret Service?"
Yu Tang collected the cloud of particle mist and continued to look at him quietly.
Zhong San: "Don't waste your time. I know what I'm doing."
"Are you trying to tell me that I've gone too far in my quest for revenge, or that I've done the same thing as the people I hate the most?"
"If I don't do these things, is there any way you can avenge me?"
Zhong San's tone was calm: "I am just doing the right thing, and this will inevitably cost me some price."
"Even if I didn't buy No. 13, someone else would have - that's their destiny."
"He sold him to me himself. He was short of money, and I happened to be able to give him a lot of money."
"According to Central Star, we are in an employment relationship and I am his boss. This does not violate any laws of the league."
Zhong San's eyes showed some sarcasm: "If you insist, I am more conscientious than some of the bosses in your Central Star. At least I still pay him..."
Yu Tang said: "What about watching him and waiting for him to come and kill people?"
"I'm taking my revenge and doing what I think is right." Zhong San said, "What does other people have to do with me?"
Yu Tang: "Did you sell Zhan Chen to Terminal in the same way?"
Zhong San frowned: "What did you say?"
"I didn't ask you." Yu Tang looked behind him, "I asked him."
Zhong San's heart was in suspense. He turned around suddenly, but he didn't see any figure behind him.
He felt strange for no reason and completely lost his patience. His tone turned cold: "What's the point of playing tricks? What on earth are you—"
He had only said half of his words when the bullet that hit him suddenly broke down into countless particles, which then condensed into a sharp cone with a cold aura, hanging in front of his throat.
"Don't interrupt me when I'm talking."
Yu Tang looked behind him and said, "You cooperated with the Secret Service and sold Zhan Chen to the terminal. What did you get in exchange? What was the reason for Feng Qing's rebirth?"
Hearing this name, Zhong San's pupils froze instantly.
He seemed to suddenly realize something and tried to look back, but his body was stiff and he couldn't move.
"Only low-dimensional world lines can be reset by the terminal."
Yu Tang said: "The fact that you can trade with the terminal means that you have left that dimension... You can only peel off the particles in the lower dimension and send them to the book of rebirth to save this tragedy."
"But you didn't expect that the terminal deceived you." Yu Tang said, "After the time was reset, everyone's memory was cleared."
Yu Tang: "Reversing time, starting over again, correcting past mistakes and regrets, this kind of thing should never be allowed to happen."
Yu Tang walked slowly towards Zhong San.
Those peeling and swirling things that looked like dark red blood were mixed in the whistling wind, gradually becoming more intense and sharp, turning into a silent storm.
"When I attached the particles to the fake No. 39, I couldn't see your face clearly because of the dimension difference... But it's too easy to come up with the answer."
Yu Tang said: "If this world is Feng Qing's domain, then whoever is in charge of the game can best control him."
"Who is the person in charge of the game who forcibly opens this world again and again, allowing the superpowers to serve as the nourishment of this world?"
"Who is the person in charge of the game? When Feng Qing came back, he set up 17 levels to make Feng Qing unable to analyze and reorganize for years, and tried to absorb Feng Qing's last particles."
"Do you really want him to stay with you? Even if he is swallowed by his own domain and the core area is the confined space he fears the most, you still want him to be by your side?"
"You've been wrong so many times, but you still can't figure it out, right?"
Yu Tang said: "Guess why every time you are reborn, I will come to kill you without hesitation?"
The blood in Zhong San's body almost froze.
The strange force that restricted his movements disappeared, but his body was still very stiff and cold. He used up almost all his strength before he finally turned over with difficulty.
The storm howled violently, as if it was going to swallow up the entire world.
The person in charge behind the scenes of the game was forcibly pulled out of the world. He soon recovered his original shape and stood at the edge of the jungle where light and darkness met.
…
Zhong San lost all consciousness of his body.
He saw a face that looked just like his.