(Once again, I recommend a book: Fantasy Game Evolution!)

The following is the synopsis: The real title of this book is: "Even in infinite space, I just want to be a quiet house!" "I'm forced to choose to participate in infinite games, and I won't choose a dog lightly! 》

"If you want to die, I will die with you!" 》

This is a theme that has been played badly, and the protagonist who has been played rotten has slowly become a scum from the initial [unwilling] emotion, and the infinite flow that has been played badly.

Ling Yan, who was forced to participate in the game, said: I'm just a small accountant in Tongfuli, Shanghai (fog)

――Well,All in all, it's just the joy of playing stalks~ Just go directly to the happy dirty guest to collect it~ (Run~))

The time is 10:11, and usually at this time, the fat perverted Oji-san is sleeping on his table in the blacksmith shop in Akihabara.

But as the guy who is more idle than Kenshiro among the five big guys, he doesn't seem to have anything else to do except sleep, right?

After all, the Lori that is made now is also growing up now, and in addition to eating braised pork every day, he has also learned not to stay at home and go out to play around・・・・・・ which makes him even more idle.

After completely blocking out the sensations of his limbs, the mind of the fat perverted Ojisan has already flown in the infinite sea of dreams.

In the endless dream like an ocean, there are always two paths running through the axes of all complex theories.

A road to infinity, the astronomical unit has no indescribable distance, the structure of the universe and the conjecture of latitude are constantly promoting, in the macrocosmic physical world, infinite galaxies are born and die, and collapse with the change of latitude.

Knock, knock, knock......

A path leads to infinitesimal progress. It is a complex world of strong and weak nuclear forces between protons and quarks: electrons that leap every moment, and there seems to be some ineffable order in the irregular Brownian motion. The microcosm has its own wonderful rules.

Knock, knock, knock......

In the middle of the two paths that spiral and ascend, but never overlap, there seems to be a new rule hidden.

Knock, knock, knock......

The macro and micro are intertwined, and they become a wonderful world that is described in some kind of useless language, which makes people intoxicated......

Knock, knock......

The chaotic murmur flowed into his brain with the only remaining sentience, causing him to angrily disconnect from his dreams. opened his eyes and stared at the figure that suddenly appeared in front of him: "Knock your sister, knock!" ”

Under his gaze, it seemed as if the never-ending rhythm stopped with the retraction of the fingers.

If it weren't for that, the fat perverted Oji-san swore that he would use a phase separator to cut off that mischievous hand.

Looking up along the hand, he saw a familiar expression smiling, which did not disturb his consciousness in the slightest, calm and gentle.

"Wearing a fat perverted Ojisan, long time no see." Ling Yan said: "There may be a very troublesome design to ask you, do you have time?" ”

"Are you...... Ling Yan? The perverted Ojisan, who was wearing a fat time, called up the data that was about to be thrown into the recycle bin from his database, and compared it with the man in front of him: "You are still alive?" ”

The system's prompt suddenly sounded in his ears. It seems that the general database of the [Thousand Army] wargroup has updated the information about Ling Yan.

Some curious downloads of the compressed package that is not too big, after opening it, dozens of possible nature analysis maps appeared, and a detailed information of at least 30,000 words came out.

It was only at this moment that he noticed that Ling Yan's file color seemed to have changed to the most changeable, time-barred, and unexpected 'red' color?

It's almost the kind of warning color that if it's not yourself, then kill it quickly.

In Ling Yan's opinion, the perverted Ojisan wearing the fat head seemed to have slept for too long, and after waking up, he was in a daze, and then looked at himself as if he was looking at a humanoid monster:

"Are you a monster?"

"Maybe?" He picked at his face and said in a somewhat embarrassed tone, "You compliment me so much." I'm really embarrassed. ”

"It's early to start playing low-key, right? And you're shameless, and you're getting more and more like your master. Although Ling Yan completely misunderstood what he meant. However, he didn't care about this kind of detail at all, but patted him on the shoulder with a very appreciative look: "It's really good to be able to come back directly under that kind of plot change." Say, what you want, I'll give you a 20% discount. ”

"I'm just asking you for help." Ling Yan said with a smile and pulled out the giant sword behind his back. And-

Click! A crisp sound sounded, and I saw that the giant sword cut off Ling Yan's entire right hand.

In an instant, the scarlet color completely covered the right hand that had been taken down by Chelo.

By the way, Ling Yan's right hand was also restored.

For the demigod-level force side, the rebirth of a broken arm is just a simple thing.

He pushed his right hand and giant sword in front of Uncle Yan. Ling Yan continued: "Help, fuse these two weapons together and turn them into a weapon that resembles the seven modes of the five soldiers of the military god. ”

"Oh? That's right. Unlike the old man of the world of ghosts, Uncle Yan directly put away his arm and giant sword without saying anything, and then asked him suspiciously, "Do you need any substitutes or something?" After all, it's not good to look at you kid like this, and it's not good to have a weapon at hand. ”

"I wouldn't mind buying it if you had it."

"Hmm." The fat-wielding god frowned, as if remembering something, snapped his fingers and tapped his fingers on the virtual keyboard on the table, bringing up something that was almost thrown away.

Directly stretched out his arm and lifted the heavy iron box out of the space under the table, and slammed it on the table that looked extremely thin.

Looking at the weight of the iron box, Ling Yan was a little worried about whether this table would be crushed, but this kind of table made of unknown materials was beyond his expectations.

Looking at Ling Yan's puzzled eyes, Uncle Yan clapped his hands, pointed to the huge iron box and said, "This is the best work I made for the old guy who is sitting on the top floor of his ass when he was young-well, that is, when he was about the same strength as you, it was originally intended as a commemorative collection." It also adds a lot of good materials, and it can be said that it is the pinnacle of cold weapons. ”

Looking at this box, Uncle Yan couldn't help but think of the original time, to know that his once most perfect work seemed to be unable to escape the fate of that family no matter what.

If that's the big guy's weapon, then it should be pretty good, right? Ling Yan glanced at Uncle Yan with some gratitude, and Uncle Yan spread out and pointed at the iron box: "Why don't you open it and take a look?" ”

Ling Yan stretched out his hand to untie the two iron buckles of the black box. The first thing you see is a specially treated black grip outside the leather wrapping.

From the shape, weight, center of gravity, to the specific design, it is a blade designed by the central computer with the premise of 'war'.

There was no superfluous brilliance, no legendary chirp, and a one-handed heavy sword silently greeted its master in the light.

"There are too many technical terms that you probably don't understand, anyway, it's already very good as a pure cold weapon, but I don't provide services like enchantment here, because stroking is completely superfluous for this weapon."

"There is no best." Ling Yan showed his inexplicable smile and easily lifted the heavy one-handed sword.

Hand grip the hilt. The Dead Killing Intent, the Dawn Instinct, and the Will of the Infernal Red Lotus, which Ling Yan had been suppressing in his heart, seemed to be vented along the blade.

Although there was no manifestation of any power, Uncle Yan's pupils twitched slightly, this was the only organ in his body that could react without his control.

In fact, at that moment, he suddenly felt the urge to take a step back, and he was confronted with an entity that had changed from a concrete human being to a dead entity.

Somewhat uneasily, he lifted the strawberry-flavored panties on his face, and he stopped thinking about those things, but asked, "Do you want to give it a try?" ”

"How do you try?" With Ling Yan's movements, the direction of the knife edge was unintentionally deflected. As he swept in front of Uncle Yan, he sent a chill to his intuition.

Looking at his appearance, Uncle Yan remembered that the thing was like this when he died in the fog painting: even if he didn't do anything, the threat value would continue to rise......

It's like a humanoid monster after it has been opened.

Uncle Yan felt a little happy in his heart. This work, which is completely for destruction, will become the embodiment of some kind of crisis if it runs into Ling Yan's hands, which is simply unreasonable......

Anyway, what we like to do most on the armed side is to explode seeds and explode seeds, and under this premise, Ling Yan's skyrocketing threat value is not a too strange thing.

His fingers tapped again on the virtual keyboard on the table, and on the white tabletop, the keyboard and screen formed by the light were retracted into the corner. And in the center of the table, a large rectangular box appeared, filled with strips of colors representing different hardnesses.

Condensing all the technology into a single table, the concept of big and small doesn't seem to exist at all for a true god.

Uncle Yan pointed to the hardness of the adjusted desktop and said, "From the beginning, the hardness of ordinary steel was constantly enhanced. In the end, it's almost the hardness of the SSS-level defense props on the main god's side.,Try it.。 ”

Silently, the blade in Ling Yan's hand penetrated the area of ordinary steel with its own gravity, and then slid forward under Ling Yan's traction; It was almost two squares before Ling Yan felt the resistance, slowly exerting his strength, and finally froze the blade in the ninth grid with the maximum force of a casual blow.

"With your strength, you should be able to go further, why did you stop?" Uncle Yan, who was taking notes, raised his head and looked at Ling Yan with some surprise.

He originally wanted to collect a little bit of Ling Yan's information, and then analyze it.

"No, that's enough."

Ling Yan drew out his one-handed sword, looked at the blue-purple strip of color and asked, "What extent is this?" ”

"Somewhere between an S-class and an SS-class artifact." Uncle Yan was a little disappointed and canceled the recorded file: "It's almost the kind that kills gods with a sword, but it's not your strength problem at all, so I'm a little disappointed......"

"Very good, enough." Ling Yan nodded with satisfaction, and after putting away the two short knives, he thanked him and left directly. (To be continued.) )