The so-called fatal attraction refers to the attraction of the copy.

This level is actually a standard writer's competition: writing copy.

Contestants need to write a mini-copy with their own limited resources. The experience type of the dungeon is medium, and the completed dungeon will be entered into the experience by all entrants except the author himself.

Due to the limited resources and the limited plot of the dungeon, it is easy for players to quit because they are bored. The test is how long a writer can use this mini-copy to entice other contestants to stay.

This detention time will lead to the most cruel resource reward and punishment mechanism. Between any two contestants, if the stay time of the other party's copy exceeds the time of the other party's own copy, they need to pay 100 points of various resources to the other party.

If someone doesn't have enough resources to pay the penalty points, they don't have to deduct the penalty until it reaches zero. The winner's reward is made up by the system. Of course, there is not much difference between a penalty of zero and an exit from the game.

Seeing this competition, Tan Dong smiled, because what he was good at was competition. As long as one person gives a gun, a scene of a few wooden planks built up, a group of people can work from morning to night.

Ke Meiqi also laughed, because she was best at drawing a few strange symbols in a dark room, putting a few daily necessities, and sprinkling a few drops of blood on the floor and wall, so that a group of people racked their brains, but there was no way to get out of the room.

Secretly laughing, and Chang Wei, what is his copy for, everyone knows that all kinds of restricted-level content only need a room, and a few bewitching sluts can be done. He's not sure he'll be able to attract everyone, but once these formations are put out, they can at least make people hesitate for a while before leaving, right?

Tang Li was a little dumbfounded.

For so many years, he would only write fantasy copies, and he had never touched any other genres. And fantasy things need a big pattern and a big plot to attract people. Relying on a miniature scene to pull people, his ability is really lacking, otherwise, his Demon God Ancestor would not have been on the sales list all year round.

So he also thought of this type of copy that is the easiest to recycle and enjoy. It's a pity that he has no experience in this area, whether the scenes he writes are distinctive, whether the rules are reasonable, and whether the balance of the characters is enough. It's still unknown.

At this level, he couldn't even think about it.

And at this time, he saw Ke Meiqi's mocking face and Chang Wei's sneering face. It is conceivable that not only them, but many people should be waiting for themselves to be exposed. This is a real competition for copy writing ability, and I have used up today's skill balancer quota, and it is impossible to rub other people's writing skills.

Among the audience, some people began to feel comfortable: "That's right, the copy competition, of course, is the ability of the dungeon, so that those parallel goods hit the street and quickly appeared, and they were punished and left." ”

"That's right, this rule is so good, no matter how many resources you save in front of the street goods, you can be punished so much that you can't have any underwear left. ”

Of course, there are also people who-for-tat: "Don't think that some people's rankings are high, they will definitely win, this book is a big seller, and the next book is not a great god writer who has hit the street, maybe it will be the turn of this time." ”

"Whose house are you talking about?"

"Just talk about your home!"

"Beat him!"

"Come on!"

However, no one did it, and the dungeon players were basically the most talkers, and the scolding was the first in the world, so just do it. If you really want to fight, it's better to make an appointment with a copy to fight, there will be more tricks.

There was a scolding outside, and in the dungeon, it became a single examination room. In order to keep the contestants in sync with their usual codeword, everyone was locked up in a standard otaku nest. The unkempt quilt, the writing desk full of toilet paper instant noodle cups,

However, the leather seat is quite comfortable, if you can't sit comfortably, where is the mood to code?

Tang Li was lying on his back in the chair, his feet crossed on the desk, which was his favorite action. But the action was made, but not a single word could be coded.

So far, after the replenishment of rewards, his environmental resource consumption is 190, the item resource consumption is 100, the story resource consumption is 80, and the skill resource is negative. The data is kept pretty well. But now facing such a juncture, no matter how many resources you have, if you can't win others with a copy, you will be punished just by penalizing.

Now there are a total of ten contestants, except for themselves, all of them are large, medium and small gods within the top 30 of the heavenly list. The worst one, that is, Da Zhuang in the vampire copy, whose real name is Zhuang Xianyong, is the twenty-fifth on the sales list. It just so happens that his copy is still a competitive one, how can he compare himself with others?

With a thud, he threw the copy editor onto the table, somehow, instinctively trying to touch the spicy strips in the drawer.

"Kavin, Kavin, it's a real headache, it's better to have a spicy strip and a glass of Coke, let's mix it for a long time. ”

When he actually opened the drawer, he found that there were no spicy strips here, let alone otaku happy water.

"Yes, it's not at home, it's in the dungeon, it's in the game, why is my brain confused?"

He thought about it for a while, and then figured out the reason, the reason why he was instantly brain-dead was because the dungeon environment provided by the system was too realistic, and he forgot about the ongoing game in a trance.

"Forgot the game?"

Tang Li didn't know why, he suddenly had some special feelings about this sentence, as if there was something in it that could be excavated.

"I forgot about the game and thought I was in the game, so I was in the game and worked hard...... That's right, that's right, this time, it's interesting. ”

The corners of his eyes gradually wrinkled into subtle crow's feet, and happy little stars danced in his eyes.

All copies of everyone were written within half an hour. Tang Li started the latest, but ended the earliest. It makes people feel that he doesn't seem to have thought too much, crackling and knocking on the screen, and it will be done in a while.

The messy-haired man on the big screen, the narrator's mood gradually rose at this time: "Okay, the copies are ready, let's see whose copy will be the first to pick." ”

The contestant's avatar on the big screen began to scroll rapidly.

Duang！

Zhuang Xianyong's seemingly honest face jumped out.

Sure enough, his mini copy is a battle royale-type competitive dungeon. All of them had to use the most primitive weapons, large blades or cork bows, and begin to fight each other to the death.

There is no round limit in combat, and if you die, you will be reborn, and you will fight until you feel sick and want to vomit.

Mutual hatred is a human instinct, and this kind of copy that unfolds with instinct is indeed enduring, and it is difficult to get tired of it. Of course, there are always times when you get bored. Due to the shortage of resources, the surrounding scenes are all fake scenes, and a tree is painted on the wall, even if it is going up the mountain. The table is covered with a piece of cloth, which is a hole in the ground. The quality of the sword and arrow is indescribable, and after fighting too much, even the knife is curled, and the arrow is bald. Naturally, the interest of the players ran out.

The person who played the longest also only lasted just over an hour.

And next, almost all of people's copies are of this type, the difference is only the rationality of the scene setting, the quality of the equipment, according to the experience and ability of different writers, and the amount of resources on hand, showing different levels.

In this comparison, it is natural that Tan Dong, who has more experience and more resources, is firmly in the upper reaches, and in the competitive books that have appeared, he defeated all his opponents with an average of eighty minutes of online time, and even Hai Yue, who is ranked higher than him, has to bow down because of the disadvantage of resources.

Seeing the resource penalty points that were about to be harvested, Tan Dong was complacent.

And the few people on the other side could only sigh.

Since copies of the same type were arranged to appear together, four people of other types, Chang Wei, Tang Li, Ke Meiqi and Zhao Wei, were left at the end.

These four people did not use the method of drawing lots, but discussed it themselves.

Zhao Wei didn't care too much about this order, so he said directly: "Look at me first, I've waited for so long, I can't wait." ”

And his methods stunned almost everyone, and he actually let everyone watch a puppet show.

In this copy, he himself became a puppet performer and performed a large-scale puppet show that lasted for 100 minutes.

The amount of resources spent is breathtaking.

"This is the hell of a god, and he can even record a whole puppet show. Absolutely!" The messy man screamed in an extremely exaggerated manner, and the whole person danced along with his hands.

In an instant, not only Zhao Wei's fans, but even the fans of other players had to applaud him.

"Wow, all of them are so powerful, what should my cousin do. Xue Yiren's worries were palpable.

Jing Lili sighed: "Okay, don't pout, no matter how much you pout, you can't help your cousin." You should be glad that this guy can only play for 100 minutes, and if he can play for 3 hours, no one can beat him. Well, but the beauty who wrote a thriller book doesn't have the ability to do it. ”

Xue Yiren glared at her angrily: "Li Li, are you comforting me? Why am I more panicked when I hear it?"

Ke Meiqi was not frightened by Zhao Wei's performance, but seemed more confident.

"It's only a hundred minutes, and in less than two hours, who can get out of my cabin?"

She didn't wait for the other two, and couldn't wait to release her copy.

Escape room is something everyone expects her to make, and she really didn't disappoint. As soon as the other contestants entered her hut, they were frightened by the terrifying atmosphere and rested there for a quarter of an hour.