This is the sixth time she has had a nosebleed since she started practicing controlling space.

Occasionally, after using it for a long time, the brain will still hurt.

At this time, Fu Anan would close his eyes and rest for a while.

Until that low hoarse bell rings.

It's time to go out to work and eat again.

Fu An'an woke up with Hatche and got out of bed to line up.

Today's job is to feed the sheep.

Fu An'an did today's task, followed behind his companions, and followed step by step.

Suddenly, I saw a man running in front of me in a panic, and several people were chasing after him.

The man screamed in panic and shouted for help, and the oncoming person either seemed indifferent or curious.

Neither the player nor the NPC wants to stand up and appear extraordinarily indifferent.

Until the heavenly mechanics found them, hooked the man, and punished the group of people chasing him.

These warnings are like playing.

Although these people will not go up for the time being, looking at their posture, it is obvious that they will not give up.

Fu Anan stood next to him, and faintly heard the person next to him whispering a conversation, what "space props, players......"

And the man, standing in the crowd in fear, looked at the mechanical hand in the sky, as if it was his savior.

But a space prop, a thousand players want to fight for it.

Can these manipulators on top really protect him at all times?

Fu Anan felt that this man might be in danger.

Sure enough, the seventh day of the game.

The man died.

At the window of the fifth cabin, Fu Anan watched as a robotic hand grabbed the corpse's neck, rose into the air and slowly left.

Killing people without the monitoring of a robot will not be punished.

Obviously, the player who does this is careful, greedy, vicious, and daring.

This death was like a window of outbreak.

In the days that followed, every day or two, someone would die quietly.

In the morning, the body was found by a robotic hand and sent to an unknown location.

It's not even the middle of the game, and many players have died at their own hands.

The players are too dense, which invisibly increases the difficulty of the game.

The people in the warehouse have faintly formed several circles, new players, old players, new players and old players, and these circles are getting bigger and bigger.

As for the players who did not join the forces, they were either lucky not to reveal their identities, or they became cannon fodder.

Fu An'an is the former part, and he is still independent among the players.

As long as she doesn't admit it, she's an iron NPC!

In order to be absolutely similar, Fu Anan dutifully imitates the words and deeds and living habits of NPCs every day.

She has been on a break from training for several days.

I ate a lot and moved less every day, so much so that I gained two or three pounds.

Thankfully, she found something else to kill her time.

Closing her eyes, space appeared in her mind.

Fu An'an was no longer satisfied with playing with objects in space, and she shifted her goal to space itself.

The space itself is a cuboid.

But it has no borders, only shapes.

After thinking about this for a long time every day, Fu Anan inexplicably felt that this cuboid was her subconscious concept of space, not that space itself looked like this.

Maybe she could change the shape of the space?

Fu An'an, who doesn't have any entertainment tools every day and can only lie on the bed and stick to his fat, challenges the impossible every day.

After relying on his feelings and trying indiscriminately for almost a hundred times, Fu Anan really used his mind to "pull" the space out of a small tug.