Mr. Li went back that night, and he had to attend classes the next day.

Although being a physical education teacher in a high school is probably the "easyest" job in the world, as long as he wants, he can even fish within a "reasonable" range and not be hated by his colleagues.

But after all, there is also a magical creature called "sports students" in this world, and a large part of Mr. Li's daily work is to train and supervise them.

In short, I can't be idle, but as long as I have time to sleep, I can meet the needs of "Real Otherworld", anyway, for middle-aged single, no man who has nothing to do with the night, the night is always difficult, it is better to "act chivalrous" in another world.

As for his "wheelchair weird" friend, he also got his share of the "surprise" in the early morning of the next day, and he stayed up late last night and wanted to sleep lazily, but he was woken up by the sound of a dog barking as soon as the sun came out.

Mr. Wang Xiao, a former excellent lawyer, got up with a little difficulty but smoothly, put on his clothes and pushed his wheelchair to the courtyard, and then he saw the square express box placed at the door.

“？？？”

Wang Xiao, the wheelchair man, widened his eyes, was so shocked that he even took off his glasses and rubbed them vigorously, he suspected that he might be dazzled.

He filled out the test application just two hours ago.

The reason why it took so long was that he read the memorandum and legal provisions of the application from beginning to end, and finally concluded that it was an invalid "disclaimer".

The Alpha Company has put almost all the responsibility on the testers' side through the Spring and Autumn Brushwork, which means that if the test contract is carried out, if anything happens in the game, the Alpha Company does not have to bear any responsibility.

It may seem too harsh to the average person, but in the eyes of professionals, the content of this article and statement is just like a joke.

He was now skeptical about what Alpha's legal department was doing.

Anyone who can pass the bar exam will not be able to come up with such a flawed thing, or a more terrifying conclusion.

That company doesn't have a legal department at all!

You can find a random law graduate student and change it on the Internet, and they will write better than them.

But that's not the crux of the matter.

The point is how such a company, which is strange in every way, can still operate their only product without being investigated and punished by the relevant authorities?

Wang Xiao spent some time searching the Internet last night for news about "The Real Otherworld", but he couldn't find any credible sources at all, as if this thing was like an "urban legend".

The news about it is very hot in some social groups, and there is a CG movie that is constantly spreading privately about the so-called game promotion, but everyone who has seen it says yes, and there are still many people who are asking for a mysterious code.

But in the field of public information, there is almost no trace of this label.

This is obviously not normal!

He is a professional, and he knows that this situation often means that the relevant departments have intervened and done a large-scale information control, and thinking of the words that Lao Li said during his visit last night, the wheelchair man realized that he really seemed to have inadvertently entered a field that made people think about it very carefully.

"But is Alpha's logistics so efficient?"

He pushed his wheelchair forward to disperse the two vigilant dogs, and took the courier box that was still stained with early morning dew in his hand and examined it carefully.

There is no information that can be traced, not even a single piece of valid information.

When he opened the package, there was only a helmet with the Alpha logo on it, and there was not even an instruction manual other than that, but he visited the forum last night, and there was a detailed tutorial on how to use the helmet.

This means that the "lucky ones" in this "urban legend" have established an internal self-consistent system, like a micro-society that allows them to maintain normal operation without contact with the outside world.

This matter is really subtle everywhere.

But Wang Xiao also knows very well that if he wants to find some clues, he must wear the "three nos" helmet in front of him and really enter the game world that is claimed to be "100% real".

Although he is not a scientist and has no in-depth understanding of virtual reality technology, Wang Xiao still has a trace of distrust and resistance when he sees the helmet in front of him.

Not out of concern for his own safety, but just because, as he said last night, even though this part of his reality was terrible, he still didn't want to let himself run away into a false world in search of some sense of existence and satisfaction.

That means a "class slip" at the level of will and life, and people who need illusory things to support themselves can hardly be called "firm".

At least that's what he thinks.

"Lao Li, you are really going to make trouble for me."

He whispered something in his wheelchair, then returned to his inner room and put himself back on the bed and took a few deep breaths before slapping the helmet on his head.

subsequently

"Real Otherworld", Activation!

——

"Old Eugene has finally stopped now, and the other day he was ready to die with the Winter Wolf Cultists really scared me."

On the afternoon in Translasia, on the way to the Vulture Corridor, Miss Amber, the Scout, complained to President Natalie beside her while throwing an expensive fruit candy from a certain sports student in her mouth:

"I've only heard of these fanatics before, and this is the first time I've seen someone who has tightened the string of the 'War of Faith' so tightly.

No wonder old Eugene always said that we young people were very insincere about our belief in the gods.

I thought he was picking on thorns, but by his standards, everyone else in the land of Translancia except for him and Jules was of the insincere kind.

However, even Mama Jules was not fanatical to his degree. ”

"Old Eugene is a special case."

President Natalie also sighed and said to her good sister:

"I don't know much about his past, but I've heard Mama Marianne mention it once before, that he is an islander from the Misty Coast.

It is said that he was one of the orphans who was brought back to the headquarters of Grammore by the Grey Knight during an operation of the Church, and that he was the last survivor of a terrible outbreak in his hometown.

Since he was a child, Eugene Sr. believed that the god Avalon was the only true believer to save the world, and his fanaticism and sincerity belonged to the quite extreme group of people even in the Holy Land of Grammo.

If nothing else, Eugene Sr. is now a member of the Grey Knights, but the ten-year war has messed up everyone's fate.

He's done the math.

After experiencing the abandonment of the gods, many people who have experienced the same experience as him have gone crazy, but Eugene has managed to save his sanity by relying on his sincerity to the gods and has survived the cruel war until now.

The rebuilding of the church of Avalon in Transencia meant two very different things to us and to him, and I have no doubt that Eugene would give everything for his faith.

But as you said, his stubbornness and vigilance can be uncomfortable at many times, but you and I both know that for a system like the church, the presence of someone like Eugene is necessary. ”

"He doesn't know how the warriors who converted to the god Avalon 'proselytized'."

Amber whispered:

"I have followed Niu Niu to listen to the sermon of the so-called 'priest' of the unscrupulous 'Big Bird Turn' once, and it is no exaggeration to say that if old Eugene heard those guys' random interpretations of the doctrines, I guess he would have drawn a knife and cut people on the spot.

Those guys have their own devastating interpretation of subspace, using the most simple and superficial dualism of good and evil to make up some so-called subspace god, and saying that the enemy of the god Avalon is an evil god called 'Nurgle'.

The latter intends to wipe out the world with a plague of filth, and only those who adhere to the faith of nature can purify themselves and others in the coming of the great plague.

It's the same as the bizarre story.

But there is a set of easy-to-understand logic in their descriptions, and many believers who came from the Cato region during this time are telling such little stories.

Natalie, we're really in control, and they're going to make a new branch of doctrine if we keep going like this.

And that's not even the scariest of all!

The daring ones orchestrated the god Avalon and put a strange backdrop on the other gods, saying that the god of the north wind fought against the cruelty with courage, that the mother earth used tenacity and immutability to fight against the Tzeentch, who was known as the 'Demon Lord of All Changes', and that wonderful powers would be born from the machines.

And that power will eventually be opposed to Slaanesh.

It's really outrageous! ”

Ambo's eyebrows fluttered, but she soon noticed that Natalie looked at her strangely, which made Amber uncomfortably ask:

"Is there anything dirty on my face?"

"No, I'm just curious, if you really think those guys are making things up, why do you know all about their outrageous stories?"

Natalie said quietly:

"It seems that there is a terrible 'heresy' around me, and judging by the way you are enjoying it, listening to the stories of the warrior priests must be more interesting than listening to old Eugene's sermons, right?"

"Well, I don't deny that."

Amber shrugged his shoulders and said:

"You know, I wasn't a sincere believer before, and if I hadn't been involved in the ten-year war, I would have returned to my hometown to get married and have children.

The Antani region is one of the few places of tranquility on the continent of conflict. ”

"Maybe I'll take your warrior Niu Niu back with you, right?"

Natalie quietly mended the knife and said:

"You've been with him for the past few days, except for your daily training and helping out in the Templar. Amber! You're a little too proactive.

You're a girl, be reserved. ”

"Alas, I'm going to go to the filthy swamp to investigate next, maybe I won't be able to come back for more than a month, I'll think about it, don't say it again, I have a headache."

Anbo covered her face and ran out, making Natalie sigh.

She was about to enter the Blood Vulture Corridor with the information collected by the Adventurers' Guild about the resettlement of the displaced people in the past few days, but when she looked back, she saw Amber running happily to stay with Niu Niu who had just come online, and the tall warrior was still carrying his lieutenant behind him like a child.

I don't know if he's really stupid, or pretending?

These otherworldly people. There are really too many fancy intestines, and it's really hard for Anbo's character to escape from their palms.

Maybe I should talk to Heru?

Heru is also a psychic master, much more rational than Ambo.

With this in mind, Ms. Natalie turned and stepped into the shadows of the Corridor, where she needed to report to Murphy on her work and discuss the increasingly "rampant" activities of players in the Cato region.

It stands to reason that the little players are free and can go wherever they want, and even Murphy doesn't care much, but the problem is that those guys are running to the Cato region to recruit outcasts in the name of the Church of Avalon.

If this is not done well, it may have had a terrible impact on the reputation of the nascent church.

Amber told Natalie the "god story" arranged by the young players as a joke, but the Blackheart Demon Hunter knew very well that if the young players were allowed to continue to play, if the information transmitted through their dictation was really spread widely, it was estimated that it would cause a lot of unnecessary waves.

Their own gods are kind enough not to care about the delusions of the believers, but for the group of North Yankees in the Winter Wolf Church, they will not allow someone outside to arbitrarily make up a little ghost story about the god of the north wind.

If you don't get it right, it can really lead to a conflict of beliefs or even a war of beliefs.

"Huh? Who's there! ”

Just as Natalie walked into the fork in the cloak in the Vulture Corridor, she suddenly stopped and turned around and threw out a throwing knife.

The thing clanged through the air and slammed into the wall, almost grazing the nose of the guy in the shadows, startling the sneaky guy.

"I didn't mean to snoop, I just wanted to ask for directions."

[Crow] Wang Xiao, who had just received the task from Master Murphy in the midnight secret room, raised his hands very obediently, and he said loudly:

"This woman! I have no ill will. ”

However, Natalie couldn't understand the "otherworldly words" he said at all, but the black-hearted demon hunter had not been dealing with players for a day or two, and she could tell from the way this guy dressed that this was a "otherworldly" who had just come to Translasia.

To be honest, with the exception of some of the more distinctive players, Natalie has always had a hard time distinguishing the faces of these otherworldly warriors.

This is probably similar to the principle that the Ceris people are the same in the eyes of foreigners, and the same as foreigners in the eyes of the Ceris people, in short, as a witch hunter, she is more likely to identify them through different breaths.

This trick worked well before, but it would have fewer players.

But now it's a bit inadequate.

The number of these guys is growing and many of them have learned to disguise, and according to Murphy, he plans to recruit more Otherworldters to Transcia in the near future.

However, the guy in front of him made a very "deep" impression on Natalie when they first met, because his walking posture was quite awkward.

Just like a baby who has just learned to walk, it is difficult to maintain even balance, so you can only move slowly with your hands on the wall.

Natalie had seen similar situations before, as did those who had been wounded in both legs during the war when they got back on their feet after a long healing.

So, this otherworldly man has been wounded in their world? And it looks like it's still a serious injury. Why would Murphy recruit a disabled person here?

These doubts continued to accumulate in the Demon Hunter's heart, but she did not show them, but took out the Orb of Calculation and the Psionic Dog Tag from the Psionic Bag and handed them over.

As the leader of the Adventurers' Guild, it was her job to issue identity certificates to these warriors.

Except for those players with special statuses who need to go to the administration office to get special orbs, the first stop for other players in Translancia is the Adventurer's Guild Camp.

Wang Xiao already knew the usefulness of the Orb in the forum post, so he quickly bound and activated his Orb, apologized and thanked Natalie through the translation of the Orb, and then stumbled out alone.

Natalie didn't take it to heart.

She went to report to Murphy, shared some of her troubles with her Governor, and went back to camp in a cheerful mood.

As soon as I got back, I saw the "crow" I had just seen wandering around the camp.

But he didn't get lost, but was carefully observing his surroundings, even crouching down and digging out the grass roots under the ground to distinguish them, and that careful observation made Natalie realize that this guy's identity didn't seem to be ordinary.

"Do you have nothing to do?"

Natalie stepped forward and asked:

"Don't you have a mission?"

"I've already reported to the administration office and I'm going to become an administrator, and I'm not interested in fighting."

Raven looked up, trying to smile kindly at Natalie.

His Algorithm Orb has been plugged into the telepathic microphone plug-in, but ordinary players don't have the startup capital when they first enter the game, apparently this guy bought gold coins on the forum before entering the game.

He clearly has his own complete set of play plans.

Natalie became more and more interested in this particular player in front of her, so she said:

"The Adventurer's Guild still lacks a miscellaneous worker, are you interested in making some extra money?"

"Of course, thank you for the position."

The crow threw away the grass in his hand, and he got up and patted the dirt on his hand, and said:

"I'm in dire need of a way to learn about the land, but you seem to be a church? So does working here require me to have faith? ”

"Do you have one?"

The Demon Hunter asked, and the crow shook her head, and said very seriously:

"No, I didn't.

There was a time when I prayed to all the gods I knew but no one answered me, and I got out of the low point of my life on my own, and that made me realize that I was not a weak person.

And I think.

You don't seem to be a man of faith, at least a little too much compared to the one who tried to preach to me. ”

"But I am the head of the rebuilding church before you, and your words seem to me to be excessive!

Why should you doubt the sincerity of a witch hunter leader to the gods? ”

"Oh? That's kind of fun."

Raven looked at President Natalie in front of him with interest, and he whispered:

"I can describe to you in many words the relationship between the gods and the believers in my eyes, and I can also explain to you that I am not questioning you. But I realize that I don't know anything about your beliefs, so before I explain, could you please take a moment to introduce me to the majesty of Lord Avalon?

Perhaps, you can harvest a believer for your God today. ”

(End of chapter)