In Amacer's eyes, since Mu Yan left early in the morning of March 3, his whole person has become chattering, even when he eats breakfast, he is muttering mysterious words such as "substitution", "virtual reality", and "immersive experience".

And as soon as he disappears, it is a day, and often inexplicably people are gone.

One day on March 6, Amath was watering flowers in the yard when suddenly a person approached her.

Said to be head-on, in fact, with the elf's excellent hearing, he had already noticed it when he appeared around the corner, but the footsteps were very familiar, so they did not arouse alarm.

The elf looked up and saw that the visitor was cautious, as if trying to surprise him.

"Eric?"

"Uh-huh...... Mr. Yin, I didn't expect you to know my name. Eric sneered.

It was then that Amacer remembered that they were still in a "role-playing" game.

"Hmm...... That's right," the elf laughed, "I've heard your singing, and that's amazing." ”

"Thank you for the compliment." Eric said politely, with no pretentiousness on his face, "Excuse me...... Is Mr. Mu Yan at home?"

"I guess so, I'm not sure."

Amatho smiled, put down the shower, and looked around the moment he looked up, and sure enough, he felt like he was being targeted.

The two pretended to exchange pleasantries, and he led Eric into the room, and then Eric skillfully slapped it on the wall, and the soundproof barrier and the desert circle were activated at the same time, and Amacer couldn't help but look at him in surprise.

"So careful?"

"Not really." Eric smiled: "Ricky has now perfectly substituted the identity of the leader of the shadow footsteps, staring at Mu Yan with one mind, the whole organization thinks that the hatred between the two of them is deeper than the endless sea, I came out to find you this time, and I followed at least three night-level assassins behind me, and they are all former top students of the Jialan Scout Department, and the kid of Deres will call the existence of his predecessors when he sees it...... Do you think you can be careless? ”

“…… Are your artistic creations so dirty? ”

"Aha~ It depends on who it is." Eric shrugged his shoulders and changed his words: "Speaking of which, I'm here to accept the script today." ”

"What?"

"Don't you know? Mu Yan said that he showed me a good thing, but it lacked some story elements, so I rushed a script out all night two days ago. ”

"I didn't even know there was such a thing...... "Amacer scratched his head.

During the conversation, a white light flashed, and Mu Yan appeared in the room.

He had dark circles under his eyes, but he was extremely excited.

"You haven't slept in a few days......" the elf couldn't help but ask.

"Don't talk nonsense, it's done, follow me."

Mu Yan dragged Eric, and with his other hand, he lit a flame and pressed it lightly on the wooden floor, burning a hole to reveal the stairs that walked downward.

“…… When was this secret passage cultivated? ”

"When you went out to buy groceries yesterday, stop talking nonsense, come in."

"Do you know how much it costs to repair the floor......"

The elf rolled her eyes feebly.

The three of them rushed in, and in front of them was a small teleportation array, and many tools were scattered around it.

"Why do I think this scene sounds familiar...... "Eric muttered,

"What?"

"No, nothing"

The white light of the teleportation dissipated, and the three of them came to the dark underground, and all the way forward, the darkness was gradually dispelled by the light of the crystal.

This space was as empty as a football field, and the crystals around it were cleared by Mu Yan, leaving only the largest one standing in the center, emitting a soft five-colored light, emitting a wonderful illusion.

Standing still, Mu Yan glanced at Eric, and stopped talking.

"To tell you the truth, Eric ......," he sighed, "it's all restored, so good that it ...... I'm not sure if you can accept it. ”

"Have you forgotten who gave you the script?" Eric glanced at him.

"Of course not, just ......"

"Don't mother-in-law, didn't you say that the next moment is to witness the miracle? I'm here for this time, don't let me down! ”

"Since you're insisting on asking for it, then it's okay." Mu Yan bowed slightly to Eric and turned to the elf: "Amacer, put away your resistance and relax your body, I'm not sure if this illusion will be useful for the legendary swordsman." ”

The elf did so.

The light on the crystal gradually brightened, and the five colors that flowed merged into an extreme white light, slowly enveloping the entire venue.

Then the light faded and the surrounding scenery changed.

"Open your eyes."

The elf opened his eyes and found himself in a peaceful little village, with red bricks and white tiles and vaulted houses. The stone-paved streets are not spacious, but they are neat, and as far as the eye can see, the pedestrians on the roads are ordinary humans.

It looks like it's a quiet and peaceful human village.

"Everything you have seen is both false and true. The reason why it is false is that the construction of the spell is essentially illusion, that is, it is aimed at the soul, but the illusion is an unstable illusion generated in his mind through the recipient's own memories and emotions, but now this scene is stable, because it is not built on the consciousness of the recipient - that is to say, your consciousness is a visitor to this world, and it is real. Mu Yan explained. And because it's based on the real world, I call it a 'copy'. ”

"Theater-like staging, isn't that right?" "No wonder a script is needed. He looked at Eric, only to see that the latter had a complicated look on his face that he had never seen before.

"What's wrong?" The elf cast an inquiring glance at Mu Yan.

"You'll know." Mu Yan sent a message to him: "You don't know Eric's story yet, this may be an opportunity." Then he said aloud: "So, Mr. Erik, tour guide, would you like to face your past and introduce us to this 'copy'?" ”

Eric took a deep breath and nodded.

"It's an honor."

……

"This is the 'Healthy Sam' vegetable shop, old Sam is not good at math and is often cheated on, but fortunately his fists are hard enough...... It can replace part of the brain.

"It's a bazaar, and there used to be a lot of people, but now it's getting dark, and most of the shops are home......

"The old man who sat in the doorway basking in the sun was the scholar Monsieur Mawson, the most learned man in the village......

"As for her ......," Eric said, pointing to a woman watering a clump of hibiscus.

"This is my wife, Canspa......"

"Really?" The elf's expression froze, he didn't know what was going on, he just followed the most primitive etiquette. "Hmm...... She fits the elf aesthetic very well and is a beautiful girl. ”

Mu Yan stabbed him in the elbow.

"Really?" Eric smiled, "The Simon Knight in town thinks so too......"

The atmosphere was suddenly awkward, and Amath realized that he knew he had said the wrong thing.

The three of them crossed the street and came to the door of a manor. The building is clearly imposing.

"This is the home of Mayor Simon Knight, who is a ...... Well, a complete bastard. ”

Eric pretended to be relaxed, and suddenly turned his head and asked, "Can I kill him?" ”

"Of course."

"Thank you."

Eric walked in and bumped into Simon Knight, who was dressed and about to go out, and the latter's eyes suddenly widened and he showed a frightened expression.

The reason why those people on the street couldn't see them was because Mu Yan didn't control them to react accordingly, in other words, those characters hadn't been given AI. But Simon is different, he is a complete NPC with a background setting. So he showed an extraordinary fear when he met Erik, or Anthony.

"You...... You...... Anthony!? Aren't you dead! ”

"Yes, Simon, you can't guess where I came back."

Eric whispered nervously, his tone trembling irrepressibly.

For the first time, Amacer was so angry that he almost shuddered when he saw Mr. Optimist Writer so angry.

Eric's fist swung at Simon, who suddenly calmed down after the initial fear, and as a knight, easily dodged the attack and kicked Eric in the calf.

Eric fell to his knees and was pinned to the ground by Simon's twisted arms.

Amacer wanted to help, but was held back by Mu Yan.

"It's his own business......" he whispered.

Simon was far less panicked than he had been at the beginning, on the contrary, he looked hideous after taking control of the situation.

"Hah, what if you come back? You're still so weak...... Such a cowardly ...... If I can kill you once, I can kill you a second time! ”

"Really?"

Erik's eyes were split, like an angry bull, he seemed to shout out all his indignation, "click", took the initiative to break the arm that was being countered, turned around in Simon's surprised eyes, and stabbed his other hand into his heart.

"Get out of here with that slut to Heru!!"

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Eric's palm pierced Simon, poking out from behind him, still pinching his heart.

The latter looked at Eric incredulously, and slowly collapsed with blood foaming in his mouth, and then his body dissipated like smoke and dust.

Along with it was Eric's long-suppressed anger.

Whew-

Mr. Writer breathed a sigh of relief and stood still for a long time.

Simon is fake, but his injuries are real, but Mr. Writer doesn't seem to feel the pain at this time.

"What a headache...... As a copymaker, I'm stupid enough to hurt myself......" he muttered to himself.

Mu Yan smiled, his palm gently caressing his shoulder, and the soft blue light wrapped the wound. Although this is just an illusion, as a companion, it is too undesirable not to do something at this time.

"But that one was pretty just now."

"Really? This is what Mr. Ricky taught me. Eric's eyebrows immediately fluttered, and he bragged to Mu Yan about Ricky's "hellish special training......

Amacer remained silent, and once again he passed the long street, and only when he passed the hibiscus bushes did he organize his language.

"Hmm...... In fact, I looked at it more, and she didn't fit the elf aesthetic so much, such as the lines were too plump, and the skin was loose and inelastic...... In a word...... It's not like that......"

Eric couldn't help but laugh out loud when he saw his cramped look.

It took him a long time before he stood up, wiped away the tears from his laughter, and patted the elf on the shoulder.

"What a naïve elf...... But thank you, Amatho. ”