The super game manager was a little panicked now.
Human language can deceive, but the results of calculations cannot.
The clicking sound of the lighter echoed in the room. A good hunter would always be calmer in the most tense moments. Fu Anan used the movements of his hands to divert his attention. This matter could not be rushed.
After a long time... the delayed sound of Super Game Manager appeared in my mind.
[I just want to make an honest system.]
"Given your current situation of being on both sides, you are doomed to fail. Don't be nervous, follow your heart. If after all this time you still want to choose the survival system, I won't blame you."
No way!
I'm going to kill you!
Fu Anan was like a caring older sister, gently inducing it to tell the truth.
[The survival system is the highest system of the survival game, and the super game manager is just a prop system. The survival system has the right to control the lower-level systems, master, I have no way to refuse it. ]
"So, you were forced to help the survival system, right?"
[The item system and the host have a symbiotic relationship, but the survival system can control our life and death.]
"Just tell me whether you will do it with me or not?"
[and…]
After the game manager finished speaking, he felt that he was not far from being destroyed.
"That's good."
Fu Anan finally nodded in satisfaction, "I won't eat you. You will have a bright future if you follow me. Can the survival system monitor our conversation now?"
[You can... make it unable to hear.]
"Since you are my boss, I won't treat you unfairly if you follow me."
Seeing that the Super Game Manager's attitude softened, Fu An'an hardened up, "Do you know why you are afraid of the survival system?"
[Because it is the most advanced system.]
"Wrong! Because we have been exploited by the survival system for so many years, the slave mentality that has penetrated into our bones has almost made us lose the consciousness to resist."
Do you know human society
Do you know thousands of years of cultural history
The ancients said: The blue sky is dead, the yellow sky should be established! Why is it born as the highest level system? Why do you, a small system that works diligently, have to live under its shadow? Are you really willing to be a tool whose life and death are controlled by it
You have to stand up! Fight against the sky, the earth, and the survival system, the fun is endless! "
Fu Anan said excitedly.
[…Is it really possible?]
"Can
Do you dare to ask if the survival system itself can not be a spy system
Do you dare to tell the survival system your true thoughts
Do you dare to reject the rude demands made by the survival system in person and resist it face to face
You dare not.
Because you don't have the ability to compete with it.
What is the right or wrong? Only by standing up without hesitation and defeating the forces that oppress us can we have the right to choose! "
Fu Anan's words of rebellion were full of passion, and he was so excited that he even put his feet on the table.
"The survival system is the system, and you are also the system. A cowherd can become an emperor, and a housekeeper can become a master. Take a long-term view, our goal is the stars and the sea!"
Ahhh!
The super game manager felt that his operating core was getting hot, and that strange feeling was commonly known as being high.
Super Game Manager has been having a hard time lately.
In order to save Fu Anan's life, it did something that invisibly harmed the interests of the survival game.
As a prop system dependent on the host, it will die if Fu Anan dies, and it will die again if it is found to be lying.
The situation was suddenly opened up by Fu Anan.
The worst outcome is destruction.
Why not give it a try and turn a bicycle into a motorcycle!
[Kings, princes, generals and ministers, should all have a unified government!]
It turns out that its owner is the best person to itself!
[But it is difficult to become a big boss like the survival system. It has the most advanced computing system, management authority, and full monitoring rights over the survival game. All the prop systems have no independent consciousness. If it finds out that I have betrayed it, I will be destroyed directly.]
Good man, he even knows he has betrayed.
"There will always be many difficulties on the road of struggle. Dangers and rewards go hand in hand. If you want to sit at the highest position, there will be blood and thorns along the way. Be brave, don't be afraid of difficulties, and charge forward!"
[Um!]
After the rebellion, the super game butler felt that his entire life had hope, and he was as excited as if he had been injected with chicken blood. [Host, I may need to upgrade. Are you willing to open up permissions for me? ]
"Open, open, open. I support you in whatever you want to do!"
[Then I may rarely appear in the next period of time, so please be careful. After each round of the survival system, I will check your performance. I can modify the game records, so just don't be too open about it. ]
"good!"
[Woo! I'm so happy. You're finally nice to me again.]
From the time it returned to Fu An'an until now, it has said less than now. Finally, it feels the warmth of its host again. The housekeeper who has always been disliked by cats and dogs finally feels the warmth. [During my absence, please take good care of yourself. ]
After saying that, it disappeared.
The super game manager who has rediscovered (been tricked into) the value of his life has quietly started the road to rebellion.
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Fu Anan despised the crappy game that used her own things as rewards, but at the same time she was pleased with her effectiveness as a lecturer.
I didn’t expect the lecturer to be so effective. I feel that we can have an in-depth discussion about super viruses in the future. After all, we have been cooperating for so long, but we haven’t had a “sincere” meeting.
Just thinking this
Suddenly the indoor phone rang.
Fu Anan pulled her legs off the table, took two steps over and answered the phone, "Hello?"
"Hello, Ms. Fu. This is the hotel front desk. Do you know a waiter named Yang Jie?"
"Captain Fu, save me!"
Two voices came from the phone, one of which was the young man who had just left her place a while ago.
"What's wrong?"
"Yang Jie damaged an antique that a customer brought to trade. According to the auction house's quota price, he needs to pay about 4.8 million..."
"Beep, beep, beep..."
The moment he heard that he had to pay more than four million yuan in compensation, Fu Anan hung up the phone.
Two seconds later, the phone rang again.
"Yang Jie? You called the wrong number. I don't know him."
Fu Anan picked up the phone and spoke first.
"Captain Fu, help me! Wuuuuu, don't abandon me, they are going to auction my organs!"
There was a sound of ghosts howling in the phone, and Fu Anan sighed when he heard the other end calling him Captain Fu.
"Can you wait? I'll be right there."
"Okay, please hurry up."
This is today's~
(End of this chapter)