Annan quickly understood the meaning of the "Book of Skywheels".

I don't know if all the truth fragments have this function, or if this is the exclusive authority of the "Book of Heavenly Cars...... The "authority" he received was exactly what Annan wanted most.

- Control over the player. In other words, the right to delete numbers.

Let's go a little more detailed...... If you make Annan unhappy, he can make you lose your account with one sentence.

With a rare elite golden monster template, Annan felt very panicked.

Based on the basic understanding of the profession, he can be said to be very familiar with the urine nature of the "player" group:

Their biggest hole card in the game is immortality.

Therefore, they are fearless, do not follow almost all the rules, and rely on the basic mindset of "I am willing" to do things. As brave men, they slip the door and pick the lock, and take what they see; As superheroes, they will take turns in other people's cars to beat people. 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, and 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 the NPC that issued the quest 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 is not good-looking), he may not survive the next day if he encounters the player; Riding a horse on the street never looking at the road, driving without waiting for traffic lights......

In a word, the players are, for the most part, a bunch of terrifying saviors with no sense of justice to speak of.

There are very few players who can immerse themselves in the game environment. The vast majority of players are ruthless and ruthless utilitarians.

For the player, their only advantage is ......

…… Maybe it's just good-looking.

Players will always be more tolerant of 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 learn more about this NPC.

In this sense, the players are very real.

And your more neutral appearance may also be the safest......

Originally, Annan had a pessimistic attitude towards this issue. But after getting the Book of Skywheels, his train of thought immediately changed.

Although he became an NPC in this real world, he could delete other people's numbers......

Then he is equivalent to the GM of this game.

Even after collecting the Book of Cars, he will become the master planner of this game!

As long as he can hold some rights that belong to the plan, Annan will have great self-confidence in terms of control over the player.

What is this, the god of planning?

…… However, since it is so.

Annan looked at the attribute [This function can be used after 40:33:23] and made up his mind.

One doesn't do it, and the other doesn't stop - he plans to make a set of characters directly.

He can't just borrow Don Juan's identity and become a lord!

He has to work hard to make himself more of a protagonist! It is best to make the player subconsciously think that Annan is the protagonist of this game...... It's their lovely, respectable, and amiable faction leader.

Annan took a deep breath and tentatively touched the fragments of the Book of Cranes.

The moment it touched Annan, it immediately melted into a spot of light, burning down on the palm of Annan's right hand, forming a strange rune:

A black ring, except for the one point missing. At the notch, there is a vertical line segment embedded in it.

Annan didn't think anything about it at first, and thought to himself that this was quite high.

But he looked at it for a moment, and suddenly it felt like the computer's power button. At a cursory glance, it looks a bit like a meat pad......

He also subconsciously pressed twice.

Except for the soft and cold palm meat, he naturally couldn't press anything.

"Tsk."

He shook his head and didn't do anything more.

He swapped his clothes with Don Juan's, and put all the things that belonged to Don Juan, such as daggers, pocket watches, and letters, on himself.

The relic ring, which belonged to Don Juan's mother, was also worn on his hand.

Until this time, Annan found the only token that "Annan" was carrying from the inner pocket of his clothes.

It was a silver badge with a rather elaborate relief of a wolf's head.

The wolf's head can only be seen on one side. It looked to the right, its fur fluttering wildly, and the wolf's eyes were very small light blue gems—or ice-blue diamonds—but Annan didn't study them much.

This is a token belonging to Annan's body.

From a safety point of view, he should not hesitate to throw it into the sea. Since then, he has forgotten the name of Annan and lived as Don Juan...... Until the time comes.

But Annan stared at the badge for a long time, and suddenly laughed.

"What was I just hesitating about......"

He laughed at his timidity and took the Winter family crest into his arms.

Timid. It's not a big deal.

Even the aborigines of this world are afraid, so how can they fight wits and courage with the players?

Even if the identity is revealed, what if someone will be detrimental to them?

Could it be that if your identity is not revealed, everyone will be gentle with you? Will concession solve the problem?

Annan, who had just come out of a nightmare, said hehe.

He had just experienced the betrayal of an upright guard...... Today, Annan has a strong distrust of the average moral level of the world's aristocracy.

He will raise a group of players in the future, and if he doesn't make trouble, others should thank him. Do you still expect to be afraid of giving in?

Nothing to say.

Someone has to come and find something, and it's done.

Could it be that they are the players who will be resurrected indefinitely?

“…… Come on, you can go in peace, little master. ”

Letting Don Juan's body change into his own clothes, Annan threw it into the black sea.

Watch as it quickly sinks and disappears without a trace.

The corners of Annan's mouth rose slightly, revealing an elegant smile.

The smile was eighty percent similar to Don Juan's, so similar that it was creepy: "As a reward for borrowing your identity......

"Let me avenge your murder."

Don Juan had died yesterday or the night before, and by that time they were only one night away from Don Juan's new territory, the Port of Frozen Water.

Judging by the time, this place should not be far from the frozen water port. When the sun rises, he'll be ready to set out for a round of exploration.

To be on the safe side, Annan eventually searched every room below deck, confirming that the ceremony had been terminated. And there was not a single person on the deck, not even a corpse...... Just some blood trailing around.

Predictably, the mirror and the bulltongue used for the ceremony were taken away by Klaus. The room was washed by him with urine, and the smell of blood became very faint.

But the worst thing is that Annan found that the cash and jewelry that Don Juan had brought with him, along with the few works of art, had been looted.

- Klaus, you don't look like a human!

Not even the toilet, comb, quilt and pillow were left for Annan. The only thing I didn't take away was the two rooms full of wine barrels in the ballast......

These wines can probably sell for some money. But Annan really can't lift it alone......

Annan had a very strong desire to complain in his heart:

This Klaus, food, clothing, shelter, and transportation were all taken away, and he just threw away a bunch of such valuable things from Don Juan and left them there without taking them - are you a fool for everyone else?

After confirming that Klaus really didn't even keep a copper plate and a bite to eat, Annan silently made another note for him in his heart.

You stole my money, I remember you......

Take out an unopened cask and drink some wine to quench your thirst and strengthen your courage.

Annan took a pile of jingling bits and pieces, turned his back to the rising sun, and set off alone.