This was her sixth nosebleed since she started practicing space control.
Sometimes, if I use it for a long time, my brain will hurt.
At times like this, Fu Anan would close his eyes and rest for a while.
Until that low, hoarse ringing sound came.
It's time to go out to work and eat again.
Fu Anan woke up yawning and got out of bed to queue up.
Today's job is to feed the sheep.
Fu Anan completed today's task and followed his companions step by step.
Suddenly, I saw a man running in panic in front of me, with several people chasing him from behind.
The man screamed in panic and called for help, but the people he met either seemed indifferent or curious.
No matter whether it is players or NPCs, no one is willing to stand up and seems particularly indifferent.
Until a mechanical hand in the sky discovered them, hooked the man up, and punished and warned the group of people chasing him.
These warnings are like a joke.
Although these people will not move forward for the time being, judging from their posture, it is obvious that they will not give up.
Fu Anan stood nearby and could vaguely hear people talking in low voices, something like "space props, players..."
The man stood in the crowd in panic, looking at the mechanical arm in the sky, as if it was his savior.
But for one space prop, a thousand players want to fight for it.
Can these mechanical arms on top really protect him all the time
Fu Anan felt that this man might be dangerous.
Sure enough, it’s the seventh day of the game.
The man is dead.
At the window of the fifth cabin, Fu Anan saw a mechanical arm clamping the corpse's neck, rising into the air and slowly leaving.
There is no punishment for killing someone without being monitored by the robot.
Obviously, the player who did this was careful, greedy, vicious and bold.
In the following period, every one or two days, someone would die quietly.
In the morning, the body was discovered by a robotic arm and sent to an unknown location.
This isn't even the middle of the game yet, and many players have died at the hands of their own people.
The excessive concentration of players has invisibly increased the difficulty of the game.
The people in the warehouse have vaguely formed several circles, including new players, old players, and a mixture of new and old players, and these circles are becoming larger and larger.
As for the players who did not join the forces, they were either lucky enough not to expose their identities, or they became cannon fodder.
Fu Anan is the first part, and still stands alone among the players.
As long as she doesn't admit it, I am an iron NPC!
In order to achieve absolute similarity, Fu Anan diligently imitates the words, deeds and living habits of the NPCs every day.
She has been on hold for several days.
I eat a lot and exercise little every day, so I gained two or three pounds.
Luckily she found something else to do to while away her time.
Closing her eyes, space appeared in her mind.
Fu Anan is no longer satisfied with playing with objects in the space, she has shifted her target to the space itself.
The space itself is a cuboid.
But it has no boundaries, only shape.
After thinking about this for a long time every day, Fu Anan inexplicably felt that this rectangular block was her subconscious concept of space, and not that the space itself looked like this.
Maybe she can change the shape of space
Fu Anan, who has no entertainment tools and can only lie in bed to gain weight, is challenging the impossible every day.
After trying randomly for almost a hundred times based on his feeling, Fu Anan really used his mind to "pull" a small bunch of things out of the space.
(End of this chapter)