"Spirituality, resistance, it's all there." Kemon clenched his fists, and surging blood flowed around his body.

After sending two video images back to Blue Star in his head, Kemon took out a new video recorder, imported the files to the computer, and watched them silently.

The video played on the computer screen was a precious image of Kemon sitting on a chair using a virtual game helmet more than ten hours ago.

Kemon locked himself in a small world without people, making his spirit run wild, using the greatest perception of himself in the synaesthesia image.

"What is the process of soul piercing?"

Before Kemon opened the video, he had already deduced and synaesthesia countless times in his head, but he never got an answer.

The computer screen began to play a video, and the noise of a crowd could be heard in the video, and the ionization of an electric current against the air.

These voices could not have been recorded, but Kemon was spiritually strong and felt the sound of ionization.

"Not enough, not enough, I need to hear the voice of the soul." Kemon's eyes were fixed on the screen.

As the silver needle of the helmet was inserted into the brain, Kemon's body in the video trembled slightly, and he stopped moving.

Kemon's body felt an anomalous fluctuation, no image, and no sound.

It was a change of soul.

The soul is stripped of a part of it in the underworld, temporarily transferred to an unknown place.

Even in the unknown time and distance, the stripped part is closely related to the soul of the original body.

Kemon stared at the picture, stunned, and it took a long time for him to come to his senses.

"The so-called landing game turned out to be a part of the soul moved to the game." Kemon muttered.

The answer is revealed, the landing method is indeed soul piercing, but while the soul is piercing, the body still has a soul.

Figuring out how to log in to the base game, Kemon thought of a lot of things.

Sleeping in the game world should be able to dream of Cthulhu and manipulate his body.

However, the system in reality did not follow, and I don't know if it can control Cthulhu's body.

Kemasked groaned, turned off the video image, deleted the files, and destroyed the hard drive.

Back at Blue Star, Kemon started filming videos.

In the future, he will definitely soak in virtual games for a long time to level up, brush up equipment, and level up first before he can wear equipment.

In addition, Kemon has to find a way to find the production of high-end equipment in the game world, preferably the place where the god costume is produced.

But all this has to rely on the synaesthesia of the evil god Cthulhu, otherwise it will not be so easy to achieve.

Or, Kemon takes the initiative to enter the United Dream and looks for Orange Star's game designer in the United Dream and asks for a guide.

"No, it's not safe." Kemeng felt that he couldn't do it, and he couldn't actively contract the nightmare disease for the time being.

"Speaking of which, I already know the content of the nightmare, but I didn't dream of a joint dream, but directly dreamed of the evil god Cthulhu, and it was the system skill that directly made me force me to dream of the second week BOSS." Kemon said in his heart.

He pulled up a deck chair in the field and lay there in the sun.

Shirley was responsible for helping to shoot the evaluation video in the woods, with Tang Yuan as the protagonist and White Sugar as the second protagonist.

Kemon occasionally points out the angle of the light, making the lens bright and clear.

Kemon silently recited the complete content of a nightmare in his mind, reciting all the characteristics of the joint dream in his mind.

Kemon then took out the engram crystal bottle, retrieved the key memories, and made sure that the resurrection item was in a state that could be activated at any time, and then slowly hypnotized him to sleep.

Grunt.

Kemon returned to the bottom of the sea, and did not appear in the joint dream as his own conscious identity.

"Sure enough, I didn't enter the joint dream." Kemon felt the afterglow of his dreaming skills.

Unable to enter the joint dream of his own volition, Kemon is not annoyed.

There are a lot of things he needs to focus on right now and he can't be careless.

"Why should I enter the Joint Dream Realm, though, knowing the player's God Butcher Gear, it's really a troublesome thing." Kermon muttered inwardly.

As Kemon recalls what he thought before he fell asleep, he thinks of entering the dream to find out if certain costumes pose a lethal threat to the evil gods.

"The memory is a little weird." Kemon tasted it in his heart, but his instinct was that there was nothing wrong with believing in him.

But Kemeng just wanted to act, and his mind couldn't help but think about lifting the seal.

No matter how good the player's god costume is, if it has nothing to do with the lifting of the seal, there is no need to pay too much attention to it.

After all, he can control the real players at any time by controlling the United Dream Realm.

With such a large population base threat, Orange Star can't turn into the palm of the evil god's hand at all.

With such confidence, Kemon's mind changed.

If you want to break the seal, you still have to understand all the background and information of the game.

Kemon began to recall the data of the virtual game's ontology, analyzing each line of code and translating it into text.

The coordinates of mountains, rivers, rivers and oceans form a vivid and three-dimensional game world map in Kemon's mind.

Each item is arranged in a hierarchy, sorted step by step, and the functions of the items are paraphrased into words.

It took a whole night to analyze these things.

After the analysis, Kemon basically read all the information and intelligence built into the game.

It's fair to say that no game designer knows the setting of a virtual game world better than Kemon.

As we all know, virtual games are very large, and they cannot be designed by a single designer, and a giant game must have countless designers involved in the design.

The content of the game they are responsible for is different, so they can't know the whole story.

By translating the code, Kemon analyzes all the information.

Unfortunately, this information is too large to remember when you wake up.

"Look at your face, and when you wake up, you can think of whatever you want." Kemon gave up thinking.

Because Kemon had analyzed it for too long in the dream, exactly eight hours had passed, and the next second he blinked his eyes and returned to reality.

Lying on the sun lounger, the sky has darkened, and the evening breeze blows from the bottom of the chair, it is very cool.

"Master, will you go back for dinner, or do you want to cook on the spot?" Shirley asked.

If Kermon isn't at home, bodyguard Shirley will be in charge of cooking in the wild.

"Go back and eat." Kemon rubbed his swollen head.

In a dream, he studied the code of the game, and when he woke up, Kemon felt like his head was about to explode.

Tang Yuan suddenly leaned over and put the memory crystal bottle in front of Kemeng's face.

"What is this......" As soon as Kemon touched the crystal bottle, he heard a low voice from the engram bottle.

"My lord, the memory will be returned to you."

A portion of the bedtime memories suddenly flooded into my head.

Then Kemon's doubts in the dream naturally had an answer, no wonder he wanted to find information about the God Butcher's equipment as soon as he fell into the dream.

Fortunately, the careful thinking he made before falling asleep was still successful, and analyzing the information of the game code, the player's tank god suit information was naturally also in it.