Who is "it"?

Who is he?

Knowing that the appearance of these origins will disturb the balance of the game, then why should they be programmed?

And after all, how exactly should the origin be obtained by the player?

Practice? Understand? Forcible taking? Or is it ...... King James Decree?

Li Yeshi sat alone on the bench outside the game room, thinking about what happened last night and every word the strange man in white said. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

He didn't understand, what the hell is this game for?

The meaning of the Guardian, the advancement of the main story, the expansion of the world map, and the various communication barriers that seem to be deliberately set up to prevent players from communicating.

All of these things make the game so foggy that it's hard to see what it's trying to say.

And Li Yeshi also understands that the more the progress of the game progresses, the more those misty fogs will be gradually dispelled.

But even so, that doesn't explain the meaning of the existence of these abilities called 'Origins'.

So the problem is back to square one again.

Li Yeshi's mind gradually became disordered in these complicated and unsolvable thoughts, and his brain became a puddle of paste.

"Mr. Li Yeshi?"

A familiar voice sounded in his ears, a beautiful female voice.

Moonlight Girl?

No, it's not. He quickly denied himself and looked sideways.

It was the female interviewer at the interview that day.

"Ah, hello, it's been a long time." Li Yeshi squeezed out a smile and said hello.

The female interviewer smiled and nodded slightly.

"Mr. Li, now that the α round of testing has ended, we will have an information collection and analysis meeting with all the players who participated in the closed beta in the conference room in a moment, please be sure to be there."

All the players in the closed beta?

Li Yeshi chewed on the meaning of this sentence.

That means that the Moonlight Girl will also go?

"Okay, I'll be there." Li Yeshi replied with some excitement, he suddenly felt that his life was full of color again.

The interviewer bowed slightly and walked away. Eight-centimeter heels make a tapping sound on the cloister.

Li Yeshi got up and walked to the road leading to the conference room.

……

"Whoa, whoa—"

The sound of rapid breathing echoed through the dark and eerie alley.

A believer in a church robe is running desperately.

No, it's not so much a run as a run.

But strangely, there was no one or anything chasing him behind him.

What exactly is he running away from?

"Ha, ha."

Finally, exhausted, he stopped, and gasped violently with one hand against the wall.

"Probably...... Shake it off. He muttered to himself, looking around, but there was no one to be seen.

Feeling somewhat safe, he let out a long sigh.

"Dumped whom?"

Just as he let his guard down, a sudden voice stabbed down from above like a sharp arrow, almost piercing his already weak nerves.

He slowly looked up and saw a noble figure floating in the air.

It was a woman who looked so perfect that it was as if all the elegance, grace, beauty and fantasy of the whole world were concentrated in her alone.

But despite this, her image in this man's mind is no different from the Grim Reaper.

Or rather, more so than death.

"Teach...... Your Holiness the Pope, I was wrong, I was wrong, I shouldn't have said bad things about you behind my back, let me go! ”

When the believer saw that he was already in danger, he immediately fell to his knees in a fierce tiger and kowtowed like an oil well, begging for mercy.

"Speak ill of me behind my back?" Jin Yu chuckled and looked at the creature at her feet with disdain, "Do you think this king would be angry about such a superficial thing?" ”

"But the little one, the little one just made up a story in the audience yesterday in order to brag, that's all, Your Majesty, I've only been in the church for a week, I can't have done anything before." The man became more and more flustered, he didn't understand how a joke he made up casually could be hunted down by the Pope to such a point.

"Hahahahaha!!haha Jin Yu laughed wildly, she looked at the person in front of her with interest, and said playfully, "Then you are really a genius at storytelling, you can actually make up a story crookedly to make up a true history." “

"What...... What the? The man froze in place, unable to believe what he had heard.

The joke he made up turned out to be a real event?

The former Pope was really murdered by the current Pope Jinyu?!

"Your Holiness the Pope! The villain really doesn't know anything! I swear to God, those are really just stories I made up on the spur of the moment! ”

The disciple's tone that was originally just begging had now turned into a cry in the depths of his soul, and it could be seen that the disciple's desire to survive was really strong.

"yes, I just found out, you don't know anything." Jinyu said in a very regretful tone.

"So...... My lord, are you willing to ......" Hearing a subtle change in Jinyu's tone, the sect disciples suddenly became excited.

"But now you know everything." Jin Yu interrupted the cultist's hopes with a wicked smile, and her eyes became as sharp as an eagle again.

......The frightened cultist tried to get up and run away, but in a panic, he quickly collapsed on all fours.

"Oh yes, I heard you describe the corpse of the former pope seems to be very vivid? What's 'like being crushed by a stake'? Jin Yu slowly landed in front of the disciple, her eyes full of pity.

"No ......"

"In that case, I'll show you what it means to be 'crushed by a stake.'" The corners of Jinyu's mouth crossed a slight arc, and she seemed to be enjoying the moment.

"Oh no, you're dead, so I can't see this, I'm really sorry."

As soon as these words came out, the expressions of the disciples became frozen and desperate, which was probably what it was like to accept fate.

With a smile on her face, Jinyu slammed her fist into the stone-paved ground without warning.

With a loud bang and a splash of stones, a powerful shockwave instantly knocked the cultist's body to the ground.

As the disciple's body rose, Jin Yu threw another punch and imprinted it on the disciple's chest.

"Boom!" Under this powerful blow, the cultist's body was completely smashed into the wall of the dark alley, like a brick embedded in the earthen wall.

Because Jin Yu's fist power was so amazing, the corpse of the disciple was already unrecognizable, and he couldn't even see the human form at all.

"I'm so sorry...... It doesn't look like it's been crushed by a stake. Jin Yu smiled embarrassedly and said, "If you have to say it, it should be trampled on by an elephant." ”

Jinyu laughed and flew away from the dark alley.

She doesn't need to deal with crime scenes.

Because she kills people, and she is not breaking the law.