Pollution is usually divided into two levels: physical and spiritual.

The pollution of the flesh is easy to understand, it is nothing more than body poisoning, cell mutation, nerve erosion and the like.

Spiritual pollution, on the other hand, is more abstract and at the same time very easy to access—a cognitive change.

It's like the Old Dominator, the mere sight of it makes the brain feel that the information is too complex to process, putting a heavy burden on the CPU, and even if it survives, the sheer amount of information obtained itself will bring about a permanent change in the perception of the intelligent beings who witness it.

Knowledge itself is also a kind of pollution, no matter how much or less, it will directly change your way of life, your concept of life, and your vision of life.

Make you a very different being than you used to be.

BUT THAT'S ALREADY IN THE REALM OF PHILOSOPHY, AND PHILOSOPHY ASIDE, THE CONCEPTUAL POLLUTION OF GAMES ALONE IS DEFINITELY A DEBUFF THAT PUTS A SHARP BURDEN ON THE BODY AND MIND.

According to Ormer's understanding of the other world of Rhode Island, also known as Terra, the pollution of this world can be divided into three categories.

Source Stone - Ore Disease.

Haizi – Neurotoxin.

Demons - Spiritual corruption turns to assimilation.

"First of all, exclude the sea heirs."

Looking at the three-headed beast that oppressed every life equally not far away, and watching the figures of those beings who fought hard to resist like heroic and unyielding warriors, Omer put away the folding telescope that would put him into the caterpillar emoji.

"Normally, the sea heirs wouldn't go deep into such an inland, not even the deep-sea hunters," the black sheep above his head said coldly, "And those guys who are constantly popping up out of the blue, always give me a feeling that I don't like a human." ”

What if it's not normal? And this game doesn't feel very normal either...... Omer silently buried this very similar conjecture and raised his index finger

"Like a corpse."

"The one I burned to death before is incredibly fast to come out of the incense, and it's more like it was coated with fat in advance than fresh flesh and blood."

"It's a pity that they all look like regular troops, covered in full armor, and there's no way to know what they look like."

“… What the hell did you do before? Unable to help but be silent, Omer Sheep asked a second question, and when Dolly made him, he obviously directly skipped the way of memory to construct personality, but directly rubbed the personality.

"Didn't you say that, student, it's just that the knowledge you have been exposed to is a little miscellaneous."

"Is this called miscellaneous?"

"It's just a little miscellaneous, and it doesn't matter, does it? Isn't there a memory engraved into the DNA of the life you made as an old-timer of this land? ”

"Do you think I have DNA?" Omer sheep said quietly.

"I don't know, go back and cut the point to test the tachyon?"

"In a place like this, you're realistic—" Omo was a little speechless, and looked at the tragic battlefield again, and then looked back at the iron coffin that was holding on to Omer's side, and there was a constant clattering sound.

"I think it's demons, they will take advantage of the fear of people's hearts, corrupt and assimilate their will, you have also noticed, when she swings a knife at you, her eyes seem to be looking at another person."

"It couldn't be more obvious." Omer said, looking at the iron coffin beside him.

【Lapland. Saluzzo (polluted)】

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“？

You wouldn't expect to see entries, would you?

You wouldn't expect me to give people specific attribute generalizations, would you?

Whoever you catch, let him/her go!

We're here for R16's healthy game! ”

——

Who wrote this string of texts?,R16 can also be considered a health game...? Omerna's hope of trying to see a little Lapland's humiliating message from here was unsuccessful, and he could only listen to Omer's continued:

"So when you hit her back, she repeatedly showed surprise because the being she was facing shouldn't have been able to do that."

"If she has normal thinking skills, she should already suspect that the person she sees is not that person, so you can theoretically convince her."

"Hello? Can you hear me? Lapland, if you can understand, knock on the coffin three times. ”

Bang bang!

“……”

“……”

"Why don't we try to see if this game has a normal resurrection function?" Omer asked, looking up.

"Why don't you give her a knife first and see what color the blood is."

"It's true that the guy who has been assimilated by the demon is a black blood," Omer thought it was feasible to think about the discussion he had seen on the forum, "but is this game so detailed?" ”

In the past, even the reaction of people when they died was not very detailed, although now that I think about it, it may be because people are not alive in the first place.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but pull out a small toolbox again, pulled out a deformed and expanded monocular and put it in front of his eyes, looking at the NPCs who were being killed by monsters.

"It seems that it is indeed black blood, although it may also be that the blood of the corpse is not red in the first place."

"So let's give her a knife, there doesn't seem to be any other living creature at the moment." Omer Sheep suggested.

Finch.

With a thought, the iron coffin flipped over, and Lapland inside immediately pounced, and Omer poked out the sharp claws that had been sharpened by the instant demonization—the warm sunlight shone on him sitting on the bench, and he looked out at the screen of the building in the distance.

Advertisements for Arima Commemorative Prize, Dream Cup, Osaka Cup, Cherry Blossom Prize, and Satsuki Prize are scrolling, and several horse racing girls who leap on them are so high-spirited.

And not far away, the black-haired wolf-eared ice beauty and the pink-haired red-eyed cute girl were waving at him.

[Monsters are necessary: little snakes!] What's going on with the photos posted by Lapland! 】

“——！”

The light curtain that suddenly covered most of his field of vision shocked him to subconsciously lean back with the abruptness of a few big words, and the wry smile that came up from his lips also made the fragile dream burst instantly.

"I don't think I need to speak." The woman who always appeared in his dreams chuckled, turned around and disappeared from the shattered viewing.

And Omer also saw the half-cut blade that was stuck in the rift crystal in his chest, struggling to smash it in.

[Gongbi into the painting withdrew a message]

“？”

A palm on the back of Lapland's head, then a slightly barbed forearm to prop it up to prevent it from falling, and then a card with Eye Q on the door of her head like rune paper, and a few new messages from this point with some confusion.

And the Omo sheep on his head looked at this scene and just asked calmly, "You just entered the hallucination?" ”

"Yes." Omer pulled the chat box, which was so large because of the in-game appearance.

"That seems to be the Demon, and," reminded Omer the Sheep, "there are no more enemies over there, and if you don't let them stop, Zaro will be killed." ”

When Omer looked up, he saw that the crumbling wolf, which could no longer be atomized and had scars on its limbs, was limping.

So he raised his hand, and the moment the three-headed monster suddenly collapsed into a black mist, the three dim cards also became bright again.

After determining that the culprit was a demon, he didn't have to choose to send the other party to the resurrection, because of the card on his head.

In addition, there is a card that is sneering in the card box while it is about to move.

It was Griza, and his sudden activity was like some kind of message.

Informing Ormer of the current threat is not a fact of the horse, but rather of a fact that he is usually quite quiet, and the stupidity of the moment undoubtedly announces an unusual fact.

"Black sheep, do you know where demons are in general?"

"I don't know."

"Can't you go to the forum to check it out before answering? You're all trinkets. ”

"Can normal accessories be connected to the Internet?"

"Are you a normal trinket?"

【Painting in the Brush: Wasteland】

“？” X2

For a while, both people and sheep looked at the huge screen characters and wondered.

[Gongbi into the painting: You are trapped in the wasteland, find a way to get out!!] 】