The Righteous Player(s)

Chapter 310: Special interest in citalopram

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... is this a nightmare

Can I have nightmares while walking

The moment I saw this line of words.

The child suddenly felt that his right hand was empty—citalopram was gone.

And the child is just a trance...

When he woke up again, he found himself standing in front of a giant tree.

The warm sunset light sprinkled on his face. It made him feel extremely warm.

At this time, the child realized belatedly... that his body had actually shrunk—

In other words, his consciousness entered the body of another elf boy.

This was completely different from any previous nightmare experience he had.

Not only is he not getting any main quests...

Moreover, the child can clearly feel that the natural power bestowed by the "Jungle Walker" profession is still boiling in his body... His physical attributes are almost exactly the same as his body.

It's just that what he holds in his right hand is not his slender rapier.

It's a slender and light blade wheel similar to Maiev's Shadow Song... or in other words, the same slender and light blade wheel as Qiyana.

"Julian? Julian~"

A crisp and pleasant voice sounded behind him.

He followed the voice and turned around, and found a silver-haired elf girl about ten years old, wearing a white dress that only exposed her left shoulder and left arm, and the skirt was ten centimeters above her knees, standing pretty behind him.

With her hands behind her back, she looked at him curiously: "What are you thinking, Julian

"Mom is coming back soon? Or... have you mastered the rattan strike technique?"

Seeing the appearance of the elf girl, the child froze for a moment.

It wasn't the "soul of an elf" he had known before.

It's an incomparably real... living creature like the girl next door!

He could even smell the fragrance of the girl very clearly.

The place where he himself is is not a ruin—

His pupils shrank slightly.

I saw a place not far behind the girl...

The gigantic building, more than a hundred meters high, made up of the azure blue glowing rocks, is shining with iridescent brilliance and making strange buzzing sounds. It is a bit like a windmill, and it is also like a snail shell, continuously extracting something from the ground.

The interface with the earth alone has a diameter of more than one hundred meters. And the surrounding ground collapsed and cracked... as if the water had been drained.

In the place not far from the extraction port, the place where the child is is extremely empty. The trees had apparently been felled, leaving a large area to spare.

And not far away, is an extremely prosperous city—

The huge tree man walked slowly on the street.

Never-before-seen, shining white stags roamed the void.

There is very little traffic on the streets, but delicate vines are wrapped around every building and bridge. The patterns on those vines are just like art...

And those "elves" are not what the children imagined, slender primitive people wearing leaf suits or animal skins covering a small amount of their bodies, holding bows and arrows.

On the contrary, their clothes are a bit more modern... The child said, the modernity of the earth.

It even seems a bit ahead of its time...

It wasn't like what they were wearing on the street, it was more like Paris Fashion Week.

The most frightening thing is that the child even saw an airship floating in the distance, and there are some giant building walls in the city, with billboard-like decorations that look very cyberpunk.

What the hell is this

Elven punk

What is going on in your world

How can this technology tree grow upside down

A mouthful of notches stuck in the child's throat, unable to cough or swallow.

It took a long time for the child to recover from the sense of astonishment of "did I run the wrong game?"

He looked at the girl in white who seemed to have the word "innocence" written on her face, and decided to fool her first.

"Ah, I said... that who."

He raised his head pretending to be a little arrogant, and uttered a crisp, juvenile voice: "When will your mother come back?"

"-po-fi-si!"

The girl shook her head unhappily, and replied seriously: "I don't call that so-and-so, I'm Boface!"

The hair hit the child's face, making him feel as if he was whipped by someone...

... However, it is quite fragrant.

Very good, the name is still in hand...

The child secretly rejoiced in his heart.

Because the elf girl's clothes are slightly revealing... whether it's the upper half or the lower half. The child who was not very good at communicating with women did not dare to look at her very much.

He touched the tip of his nose nervously, silently thinking about the next topic.

What do you want to say...

"... Ah, the weather is really nice today."

After a long silence, the child said nonchalantly.

the other side.

After citalopram stepped into the fog door, he was slightly dizzy and felt the familiar touch of the earth again.

She also found that her live broadcast was not cut off.

The only problem is...

"... I seem to have lost our captain."

She accepted this reality almost immediately, and calmly said to the two people waiting outside through the live broadcast: "Don't panic. As the captain said... Now I am your new captain.

"No, I didn't want to usurp power... He was lost because of his ability. I respect his shameful achievements."

Citalopram casually chatted with the barrage while looking up and around.

There's no doubt about it... it's a ruin.

To say it's a ruin is almost an understatement...

The buildings here are more dilapidated than Ishgard, who was just beaten by a dragon.

Even citalopram couldn't understand what they were originally like and what they were probably used for... There were also a lot of smooth holes on the ground for no reason.

It doesn't look like it was blown away by something, but rather like it was dug away by something...

But her pace soon faltered.

Because citalopram saw, not far away, there was a silver-white, translucent girl ghost wandering on the street—it probably, should, possibly be the street.

The ghost was wearing a white dress that only exposed the left shoulder and left arm, and the skirt was ten centimeters above the knee.

Citalopram was attracted by the delicate and lovely smiling face, and was a little taken aback, then couldn't help but take a closer look:

The slender and straight legs, the clean knees, the small and delicate white boots... and the cute sleeves covering half of the palm of the right arm, and the looming profile of the left arm because the left shoulder is completely exposed, let citalopram can't help it I'm hungry for her body...

Her breathing became a little quicker, and she looked a little more aggressively at the ghost girl—

A little bit, want to take it home...

Yes.

citalopram.

— She is a pathetic human being.