Chapter 13 Klaus, You Are Not Human
Annan quickly understood the meaning of the "Book of the Sky Train".
I don't know if all the fragments of truth have this function, or if this is the exclusive authority of the "Book of the Heavenly Chariot"... The "authority" he has obtained is exactly what Annan is most eager to obtain.
- Control over the player. In other words, the right to delete the number.
To be more specific... If Annan is upset, he can kill you with a single word.
Wearing a golden name monster template of a rare elite, Annan felt very panic.
Based on his basic professional understanding, he has a very good understanding of the urine of the "player" group:
Their biggest trump card in the game is immortality.
Therefore, they are fearless, do not obey almost all rules, and rely on the basic thinking mode of "I am willing" to do things. As warriors, they sneak in and pick locks and take whatever they see; as superheroes, they beat people in other people's cars. They will kill innocent passers-by with weapons at will, or attack the chickens in the village with their hands.
They have no position at all. After completing the task of helping Party A fight Party B, they can take over the task of helping Party B fight Party A if they change hands. If the NPC who issued the mission can also be attacked, then they may be killed on both sides; if the merchant who sells or carries valuables has low combat effectiveness (and looks bad at the same time), he may not live the next day when he encounters the player; Riding a horse on the street never looking at the road, driving without waiting for traffic lights...
In a word, players are, in most cases, a group of horrible saviors with no sense of justice.
There are very few players who can directly enter the game environment and have an immersive experience. The vast majority of players are ruthless and ruthless utilitarians.
For players, their only advantage...
...maybe just good looking.
Players will always have more tolerance for good-looking NPCs or bosses. Even if they are allowed a certain degree of whitewashing and a considerable degree of willfulness, there will be a group of fanatical fans.
But if they don't look good, then they usually don't have the desire to get to know the NPC in depth.
In this regard, the players are very real.
And his more neutral appearance may be the safest...
Originally, Annan held a pessimistic attitude towards this issue. But after getting the Book of Heavenly Tram, his thinking changed immediately.
Although he has become an NPC in this real world, he can delete other people's numbers...
Then he is equivalent to the GM of this game.
Even after he collects the All Day Car Book, he will become the master planner of the game!
As long as he can hold a little bit of planning power, Annan will have great confidence in the player's control.
What is this, the god of planning?
...but, since that's the case.
Annan looked at the attribute of [this function can be used after 40:33:23] and made up his mind.
If he doesn't do it, he doesn't stop at the second - he intends to directly create a set of characters.
He can't just borrow Don Juan's identity and become a lord!
He has to work hard to make himself more protagonist! It is best to make players subconsciously think that Annan is the protagonist of this game... He is their lovely, respectable and amiable faction leader.
Annan took a deep breath and tentatively touched the leftover pages of the Book of the Sky Train.
The moment it came into contact with Annan, it immediately melted into a spot of light, which was branded on the palm of Annan's right hand, forming a strange rune:
A black ring, the only thing missing is the point above. At the gap, there is a vertical line segment embedded in it.
Annan didn't think so at first, and thought that this was quite high.
But he looked for a while,
Suddenly I feel that this symbol is a bit like the power button of a computer. At a glance, it looks a bit like a meat pad...
He also subconsciously pressed it twice.
Except for the soft and cold palm flesh, he couldn't press anything for granted.
"Tsk."
He shook his head and did nothing more.
He exchanged his clothes with Don Juan, and put all the things that belonged to Don Juan - such as daggers, pocket watches and letters, etc., on himself.
The relic ring belonging to Don Juan's mother was also worn by him.
Until this time, Annan found the only token that "Annan" was carrying in the inner pocket of his clothes.
It was a silver badge with a rather elaborate wolf head embossed on it.
The wolf head can only be seen from one side. It looked to the right, and the hair was flying wildly, and the wolf's eyes were very small light blue gems - maybe ice blue diamonds, but Annan had little research on this.
This is a token belonging to Annan's body.
From the point of view of safety, he should not hesitate to throw it into the sea. From then on forget the name Annan and live as Don Juan...until the time comes.
But Annan stared at the badge for a long time, and suddenly laughed.
"What am I hesitating just now..."
He laughed at his timidity and shoved the badge of the Winter family into his arms.
timid. Not a big deal.
Even the aborigines of this world are afraid, so how to fight with the players?
Even if the identity is exposed, what if someone will be detrimental to him?
Could it be that if his identity is not exposed, everyone will treat him kindly? Can concessions solve the problem?
Annan, who just came out of a nightmare, said hehe.
He has just experienced the experience of being betrayed by an upright guard... Now Annan has a strong distrust of the average moral level of the nobles in this world.
He will raise a group of players in the future, and others should thank him for not doing things. Are you still expecting yourself to give in?
have nothing to say.
If someone comes looking for something, it's done.
Should I be afraid of their group of players who will be resurrected indefinitely?
"...Come on, you can go in peace, young master."
Let Don Juan's body change into his own clothes, Annan threw it into the black sea.
Watching it sink quickly and disappear without a trace.
The corners of Annan's mouth rose slightly, revealing an elegant smile.
This smile is 80% similar to that of Don Juan, so similar that it is creepy: "As a reward for borrowing your identity...
"The revenge of your murder, let me avenge it for you."
Don Juan died yesterday or the night before, when they were only a night away from Don Juan's new territory, the Frozen Water Harbor.
Judging from the time, it should be not far from the frozen water port. When the sun rises, he can set off to explore for a lap.
To be on the safe side, Annan finally searched every room under the deck to confirm that the ceremony had been terminated. And there was no one on the deck, not even a corpse... just some bloodstains scattered.
Unsurprisingly, the mirror and ox tongue used for the ceremony were taken away by Claus. The room was washed with urine by him, and the smell of blood became very light.
But most importantly, Annan discovered that the cash and jewelry that Don Juan had brought, along with the few works of art, had been looted.
- Klaus, you are not human!
Even the toilet, comb, quilt and pillow were not left for Annan. The only thing I didn't take away was the two rooms full of wine barrels in the ballast...
These wines may still sell for some money. But Annan really couldn't help himself...
Annan's heart was born with a very strong desire to complain:
This Klaus, he took away all the bits and pieces of clothing, food, housing, and transportation, and just threw a pile of such valuable things from Don Juan and put them there and didn't take them. Do you think everyone else is a fool?
After confirming that Klaus really didn't keep a single copper plate or a bite to eat for himself, Annan silently made another note for him in his heart.
You stole my money, I remember you...
Take out an unopened wine barrel and drink some wine to quench your thirst and strengthen your courage.
Annan took a pile of scraps with his back to the rising sun, and set off alone.