Octavian Command Room

Walking across the open-air deck, smelling the faint salty smell of the sea, Blackblade, Arthur, and Caesar walked inconsistently to the command room.

Blackblade's identity was the first mate, he was most familiar with the Octavian cruise ship, and he knew the location of the command room, so he was at the front to lead the way. Caesar walked in the middle, carrying her goat doll, obediently following behind the black blade, like the little girl of the black blade. Arthur walked at the back, and as he passed by the break room, he took a knitted shirt and simply slipped it on, following the first and second players on the blood list towards the command room.

"Dah. Click. Click. ”

The sound of footsteps was particularly lonely on the cold deck, and the noise of the upstairs and downstairs ballrooms could be faintly heard, and the occasional gunfire was faintly sounded by the good soundproofing of the cabin.

Footsteps, cries for help, and maniacal laughter mingled. A few minutes ago, it was a peaceful cruise ship, but now it is full of its cruel side, as if the undulating sea under the night sky at this moment, you can never see what kind of undercurrent is raging below the sea level, and you can't see what terrible creatures lurk in the dark depths. The terrible thing is that they can see you, they are watching you, waiting for your defenseless moment to drag you into that darkness, to assimilate you, and to turn you into such a monster that you will never leave.

"Squeak-" Blackblade pulled open the white security door of the cabin, and the three of them walked into a long narrow corridor.

Unlike the décor of the luxury executive cabin downstairs, the hallway outside the command room is painted white, and occasionally a few lifebuoys are hung on the wall just in case, and the dried fish specimens are hung on the wall, making the smell a little unbearable.

At the end of the corridor is the ship's command room.

Blackblade took the lead and opened the door to the command room and walked inside, Caesar close behind, but before she stepped into the command room, she glanced at Arthur behind her, as if to make sure he hadn't escaped.

Did she really think of him as a pet?

Or...... Little follower?

"......" Arthur deliberately stopped in dissatisfaction, just as there was a mirror hanging on the wall outside the command room, so that the crew could get dressed before entering the command room, he stopped in front of the mirror, and saw his own appearance clearly for the first time-

The man in the mirror, it was a white man with brown and yellow hair, about twenty-eight years old, with a well-defined face, three-dimensional facial features, a few strands of soft hair hanging down in front of his forehead, his eyebrows were brown and yellowish, below the eyebrow line, there were a pair of eyes with a god, dark brown pupils reflecting the white light of the corridor, the bridge of the nose was narrow and high, and the thin lips were pressed down, revealing a bit of seriousness.

Originally......

Does he look like this?

Arthur frowned suspiciously, looking at himself in the mirror, only feeling strange.

It's as if there's another person in front of you watching you in front of a screen, mimicking your every move.

He subconsciously made a few expressions, pursed his mouth, sniffed, and rubbed the flesh of his cheek with his hand, confirming that it was indeed his appearance in the mirror a few times, which dispelled some of the unreality in his heart.

He leaned closer to the mirror and pinched the flesh of his cheek hard, the muscles were tight, the skin was intact, and it was completely impossible to see what had once been a piece of rotten meat.

But he remembers.

The pain in his cheeks when he first woke up in [Codename Battle].

He could clearly feel the erosion of flesh rubbing against the rough gauze, and felt the pain of each gauze pulling on the muscles.

But this pain is indeed gradually decreasing.

His body was healing.

This is the conclusion he reached.

But he vaguely felt that this conclusion also seemed to contradict the known rules of the world.

At the beginning of each game, each player's body will automatically return to its original state, the wound will heal, and the dead will be resurrected, but no matter how long it has passed, no matter how long a game has been, time will not leave a trace on them, they can stay forever at the age when they first entered the game, because this is the virtual world, not the real world, their perception is deprived, their sense of time has long been blurred, night and day are reversed, and an hour here can be as long as a week, It can be as short as a second.

But in any case, whether it is a player or an NPC, everyone's time is relatively static, so everyone is not old, immortal, or immortal.

This conclusion obviously does not hold true for him.

This is also the most wrong and contradictory place for him.

His wounds are healing as the game progresses, he breaks through the time limit, his wounds heal, and he is no longer the same rotten face as he was at the beginning.

(This is ...... Why? ）

Arthur looked at his strange self in the mirror, and his doubts became a little heavier.

But after all this contemplation, he seemed to find no answer, and he looked away and walked into the command room of the Octavian.

When he walked into the command room, he found that it was a large control room.

On the left side, there is a large panoramic window, in front of the window is a white control console, large and small thousands of buttons control the operation of the cruise ship, and on the right side is a few sofas for the crew to rest temporarily, next to the sofa, there is also a small round table, on the round table put some snacks and coffee, so that the crew will not be tired and nap when on duty late at night. On the other side of the sofa, there is a long black and brown wooden table, next to the wooden table is a wall-mounted TV, Caesar is sitting in the office chair behind the long wooden table, with his legs on the table, holding the goat doll in his arms, the weird goat doll is looking in Arthur's direction, as if sneering. Standing in front of the console, Blackblade was tying up and shoving several crew members, walking past Arthur and throwing them straight out of the control room.

The rest of the players are also there-

Icarus stood by the coffee machine, holding a small white porcelain mug and drinking coffee; The Duke sat on the sofa behind him with an ugly face, and was still cloaked in the white coat of Icarus; Ogal sat curiously on the rotating chair in front of the console, kicking his feet and spinning the chair to play; Colin took the laptop from his desk and sat on the side, tapping his keyboard intently; Lorraine sat on the couch, her head bowed and pressed her temples, like a person with a hangover and headache; Mars stood by the wall, his eyes closed; J lowered his head and casually flipped through the basic crew magazines on the round table; The beauty crossed her legs and played with the ends of her hair, raising her head from time to time and raising the bar with the one-eyed person sitting at the other end, as if this was the way they were most accustomed to getting along.

Everyone subconsciously looked at Arthur after seeing him come in.

But when they saw him after removing the gauze, they were all stunned.

"Oops, oops, where did this handsome guy come from?" The beauty was the first to speak, and she stroked her hair and looked at Arthur with great interest.

Arthur closed the door to the control room with his head down, ignoring it.

"Hmph, I wanted to cut your gauze during the [Upper Circle Chase and Killing Battle], but I didn't expect to remove it." One-eyed sneered, "Now...... I can't call you Mr. Mummy, it's boring. ”

"If you're a little more handsome, you'll catch up with Icarus." The beauty smiled, "But it's already exceeded the 'appearance average' of this round of games, congratulations." ”

Arthur was speechless.

One-eyed snorted coldly: "I can make him become a 'bottom line of appearance' all of a sudden." ”

"Shut up and be one-eyed, are you kidding, obviously you are now the 'bottom line of appearance' for this round of players." The beauty rolled her eyes.

"Me? Are you blind, obviously the black blade is the ugliest! Hell knows what's under his biochemical mask. ”

Getting shot while lying down?

Black Blade frowned and glared at One-Eye, "Do you want to blind the other eye as well?" ”

"Otherwise, the ugliest thing is the newcomer named 'Mars'! The scars on his face must have broken his appearance a long time ago. One-Eye looked at Mars unconvinced, he leaned back on the sofa, raised one leg, and trembled arrogantly, "Cut, uncle, I was one of the best before I was burned and blind, and I was disfigured by those straw bales at the state police department." ”

Mars pursed her lower lip, indicating that she didn't want to pay attention to anyone.

The beauty looked at Icarus: "Don't worry darling, you're still the best-looking man here." ”

"Beauty, I say it again, I won't sleep with you." Icarus gracefully bowed his head and took a sip of his coffee.

"Oh? So you've been with your 'canary'? The beauty teased.

When the duke heard this, he glared at the beauty: "Don't pull me." ”

"Looks like it hasn't arrived yet." Beauty knows.

"There's no hurry." Icarus muttered.

"Caesar, was the last game in which you ended up with Pandora's Box?" One eye looked at Caesar, who was tugging at the goat doll's horn as if she was going to break it off—sometimes I really didn't know if she was carrying it because she liked it, or because she liked to torture it.

Hearing the one-eyed question, Caesar looked up and gave him a "so what" look.

“…… So you have the opportunity to start the 'gambling game'? J looked up at Caesar.

"Hmm." She gave a positive reply, which gave this newcomer a lot of face.

"......What is a 'gambling game'?" Lorraine looked up at J, her eyes a little confused. She had only been forced to vomit by Mars fifteen minutes earlier, and he had put a toothbrush down her throat and made her vomit a stomach full of alcohol, and then poured her a lot of sobering pills, and now she was not drunk, but she was a little dizzy.

"It's an opportunity to be able to bet with all your things and bet against [the judge], and if you win, you can make a request to the system, except for the requirement of getting a 'survivor spot', everything else can be met." Beauty explained.

"Bet? What is the form? Colin pushed his glasses, a rare participant in the discussion.

"Icarus is up to him, he was the winner of the last round of the box, and he managed to win [Judge]." The beauty glanced at Icarus, who was holding her coffee and walked up to Arthur.

Hearing the beauty throw a question at him, Icarus glanced at Colin: "What do you do with so many questions, four-eyed boy, you don't need the chance of 'gambling games', and you don't look like someone who can survive to the next round and get the magic box again." ”

Good fellow, he poured cold water directly on Colin's curiosity.

Not only him, but also several new players did not look very good.

Icarus walked up to Arthur and handed him the coffee: "Freshly brewed, although it is instant coffee, it can be somewhat refreshing. ”

“…… Thank you. Arthur took the warm cup of coffee, but was in no hurry to drink it.

He has learned wisely, he has a mindful eye, and now he has to be wary of everyone.

Who knows if someone hands you something is a ticking time bomb?

He's a rookie now, but doesn't want to be a rookie forever.

"Hey, Arthur, how does it feel to take off the gauze?" Icarus looked at him with an eyebrow.

Arthur thought for a moment and replied seriously, "I feel a little strange. ”

Icarus hooked the corners of his mouth: "Because you were deprived of your memory and wrapped in gauze at the beginning, you will have such an illusion, just get used to it for a while." ”

“…… Actually, my face was rotten at first, but I don't know why, but now it's all healed. Arthur frowned and looked at the coffee in his cup, "It's as if my body is recovering as the game progresses, instead of going back to its original state." ”

Icarus looked at Arthur's side face, and after half a minute of silence, he looked away.

"If it's a game setting, then there must be a reason for it. 【Minghe System】Cherish what you have been given. ”

Icarus's words are elusive.

For a moment, neither of them spoke.

“…… Caesar didn't say anything when he saw you when you took the gauze apart? ”

"Mean?"

"Like, getting emotional, or, saying something." Icarus hinted.

“…… She snatched me from an NPC and nearly killed the NPC. Arthur said frankly.

Icarus chuckled: "Reckless and arbitrary, it is indeed her style. ”

"You mean, it has something to do with my face?"

"Do you know why Caesar has remained in the [Minghe System]? Although she was the first place twice, she refused to use the survivor spot. Icarus asked in a low voice.

“…… Well, she's looking for something. ”

"Do you know what she's looking for?"

Arthur looked down and thought about it, he remembered a code name that Caesar had told him in front of the restaurant at the Belvoir Hotel—

"[Will], she's looking for ...... A player codenamed Will? ”

Icarus looked at Arthur in a little surprise, he didn't expect Caesar to say so much to a newcomer.

This made him feel that the game became more interesting.

Icarus leaned against the wall and looked up at the night outside the window.

"Well, Will is a veteran of round 11, but he's out of the ground 11, so only me, Blackblade, and Caesar who played round 11 have seen him."

“…… So what does that have to do with me? ”

"Of course, you look exactly like Will."