Chapter 460 459.The dream that does not want to wake up

This plot, what's wrong? This sanctimonious old guy wouldn't collude with the cult behind his back, would he?

Lloyd watched the plot unfold in front of him, and couldn't help but wonder a little.

And the NPC in front of him who played the role of a cultist continued to preach to himself:

"How many innocent people will die in a natural disaster or an earthquake? Isn't it? ”

Lloyd didn't pay attention to him, but subconsciously took out his revolver, put the muzzle of the gun directly against the opponent's head, and then pulled the trigger without hesitation.

Bang~

The 'cult members' fell to the ground in response, with a dead expression on their faces.

Hmph~ At this distance, my bullet will not be biased.

Lloyd blew out the green smoke from the muzzle of the gun, and then told the tentacle grass to show himself the situation of the other two opponents.

At this time, the two opponents have not yet woken up for the time being, and they are still playing their own 'down-to-earth middle-aged' characters, listening to the 'cultists' preaching and brainwashing on the rooftop.

Lloyd didn't bother to care about these plots, and directly began to set the attributes of these two people, just like yesterday's game, and quickly sobered up the two.

He also tested what kind of attribute level the seventh-order powerhouse named Mayer had by setting the upper limit of attributes.

The result is only a dozen points better than yesterday's Jefferson, and it is just over 900 points.

Lloyd looked at his full attributes, and there was still a little pride in his heart.

It's just that there is still a distance from the seventh order, and we still have to continue to work hard.

While pondering, he waited patiently for a while, and then gradually realized that something was wrong with the situation?

These two opponents actually look like they enjoy the plot?

The graduate aside, today is his home field, of course he wants to delay time as much as possible, but what about the judge?

After regaining his self-knowledge, he should crack the plot as soon as possible, right? How do you put on a self-willing appearance?

Could it be that the two old cowards colluded to prevent themselves from winning, right?

It's disgusting......

It seems that you want to force me to make a move and directly destroy your [story]?

But will this affect Old Olga's subsequent [detachment]?

And just when Lloyd was still weighing and didn't rush to start, it was the opponent's side who made the first move.

His body, which remained in reality, was keenly aware that the comfort rituals were in motion.

At the same time, the graduate's hands and feet on the ritual began to ferment, causing some environmental changes in the room where Lloyd was staying.

This is not an intuitive change of getting hotter and colder, but a special spiritual power of the [curse] system that spreads out in the room.

In order to circumvent the restrictions of the [Contract], these spiritual powers do not have a substantial killing effect, just the environment of the entire room, which becomes easier for the [Curse] to be cast and exerted, and forms a kind of 'hotbed', which begins to secretly catalyze the 'seeds' that were planted yesterday.

It's just that the 'seed' yesterday was dispelled by him lightly before it could be planted in Lloyd, so I don't know what the specific effect will be for the time being.

It can be inferred from the hapless inquisitor.

I saw that the judge, who was still actively integrating into the plot and just following the main line, was suddenly stunned, and then showed a headache expression and sat down against the wall.

At first, he just felt a little uncomfortable, and suspected that something was wrong with his body in the outside reality.

But because we are currently in a state of separation between consciousness and body, consciousness is in [story], and body is in reality, so my reaction is not very keen, and I can't figure out the situation for the time being.

He subconsciously wanted to crack the plot and return to reality, but he immediately remembered his employer's explanation that he needed to stay here for at least four hours to help that Mayer win today......

However, the pain in his brain became more and more intense and clearer, and his thinking consciousness became more and more blurred and heavier.

This symptom ......

Oops! It's mental pollution!

The Inquisitor realized the origin of this symptom and quickly instinctively wanted to struggle and resist.

But it's too late......

In this state of separation of consciousness and body, the spiritual pollution was particularly deadly, making him unable to resist at all, so he slipped into the abyss of madness, and completely passed out in the [story].

Fortunately, the graduate didn't kill him too harshly, and after knocking the man out, he stopped for the time being, and didn't let his symptoms worsen.

But even if it was a 'discovery of conscience', the mental state of this fifth-order inquisitor had deteriorated to the level of [moderate madness], and even if there was no abnormal transformation into a monster, the person was basically useless.

What's more, he will stay in this state of unconsciousness, unprotection, confusion, and moderate madness for four hours in this [story......

Even if he was lucky enough in the end and was released by the other party and did not become a vegetative person, he was destined to spend the rest of his life in a mental hospital.

Through that detailed set of 'status' panels, Lloyd saw all the changes that had happened in this person, and he didn't need to be explained by others, and he knew what was going on.

He was a little surprised, what his opponent used was actually some kind of curse that could cause spiritual pollution to people?

It seems that this fang does have two brushes, which can use spiritual pollution, which is an unguardable thing as a means of attack, and at the same time, it can also bypass the restrictions of the [contract] to the greatest extent.

At the same time, it is used in the context of [story] when consciousness and body are separated, but it is very deadly.

It can only be said that he is worthy of being able to mix in Mizcatok to the third grade, and he must have a brain.

It's a pity that I didn't follow the right path......

Lloyd sighed with emotion, watching the inquisitor's tragic fate make his fists clench, and his heart gradually became only filled with righteous indignation.

It's not that he sympathizes with the inquisitor's plight, this person cheats off-board in this important gamble involving the fate of a seventh-order powerhouse, so there is naturally nothing to sympathize with at the price, and it is not too much to say that he is to blame.

It's just that this guy is carrying holy relics by himself, using rituals or something to cheat, and he hasn't thought about harming people, so Lloyd didn't clap his hands, but just smiled coldly.

He is only kind, not Madonna.

So what really made him angry was the graduate, this fang must have intended to use the same method against himself, but it was dissolved.

It seems that between classmates and enemies, this person finally chose the second option......

So Lloyd also made a polite move.

He directly went through the 'Settings' option and first lowered all of the graduate's stats to 0.

So the graduate, who was already having a good time with the plot, was suddenly shocked, spurted out a mouthful of blood from his mouth, and collapsed to the ground.

Fortunately, he was in a relatively calm plot at this time, and the substitute for the 'down-and-out middle-aged' was resting in his room, not some dangerous situation, so this sudden blow was not fatal for the time being.

Then, a different narration came to his ear:

"What's going on? What are you doing? Why don't you go for that fourth-order one? ”

"Huh?"

The graduate was stunned, a little unintelligible about what his employer Mayer was saying, and hurriedly explained:

"Of course I did, wasn't he affected?"

"Not at all, he is wantonly destroying the plot, and he is leaving some curse words everywhere in the plot scenes."

Mayer said very unhappily.

As the author of the story, of course, he can see what others are doing, and naturally he also saw that Lloyd easily regained his self-knowledge, and then began to do nonsense, using all kinds of paint, sundries, and even the corpses of NPCs in the plot to spell out all kinds of curse words, and it was very dirty!

This is certainly not to scold others, but to point directly at him, the author of the [story].

Mayer must have been very angry, but for the sake of the final result, he didn't want to expel Lloyd from the [story], and he didn't dare to change the plot and concentrate on him.

I can only watch Lloyd scold himself in various tricks-

He has already controlled the cult forces that are the villains in the setting through unknown means, and then commanded their people to line up in all kinds of fancy formations in a spacious square, and the formations arranged are all kinds of swearing.

Mayer's cultivation and demeanor were not very high, so he was naturally even more angry at this time, and immediately said to the graduate:

"I don't care what means you take, you must leave that kid in [the story] for me forever!"

"Uh...... I'll do my best. ”

The graduate responded helplessly, and then followed Mayer's reminder to find a safe house in the plot and hide inside.

Then he concentrated his mind and began to control his body in reality, releasing a wisp of spiritual power from his fingertips to touch the curse runes that had been deployed earlier.

Because I am in this state of separation from my consciousness and body, it must be difficult to control the physical body in reality, even if I want to move my fingers, it is quite difficult, and being able to release spiritual power is the result of practicing for a long time in advance.

You also have to prepare those curse runes in advance before you can want to curse others in the [story] like this.

So the movements in his outer body were very slow and slow, and it took a long time just a simple step.

During this time, it was enough for Lloyd to change all kinds of tricks to greet all the eighteen generations of Mayer's ancestors......

"Aren't you alright? Hurry up! This little rabbit cub is really good at scolding! I don't even know what kind of education he received? How can all kinds of swear words not be repeated? He's been targeting my mother, and he's more of a [curse] than you! ”

Mayer urged angrily.

Somehow, the graduate suddenly wanted to laugh, but finally relented and replied normally:

"Uh...... A new curse has been replanted, and it should be catalyzed soon. ”

"Well, that's good, but what did you experience in the 'plot'? How do you make yourself look like a piece of shit? ”

"This ...... I don't know, I still felt strong before, why did I suddenly become weaker? ”

"Humph! It must have been the little bunny and Olga's old bastard, and yesterday's Jefferson also noticed that they seemed to be carrying some rare holy relic that could have some effect on our [story] that we could not understand for the time being......

But fortunately, it's not a big problem, and it's not enough to destroy my [story], so I can consider using this kid's life to blackmail Olga and force him to hand over this holy relic...... Well? Hasn't your curse taken effect yet? This kid started scolding me for selling ass! ”

"It should be right away, please be patient, in order to bypass the restrictions of the [Contract], my curse can't take effect so quickly, and those spiritual pollution won't come so quickly."

The graduate hurriedly explained.

Fortunately, after only waiting for half a minute, a slightly smiling 'narration' came to his ears:

"Hahaha! Okay, this kid has been tricked! He's finished! ”

Whew~ The graduates couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"Then then, you can enjoy my [story] well, for the sake of your good performance, I have specially arranged a section for you that you like, go out and have a look."

The narrator then reminded.

The graduate nodded, feeling that his heart had been hanging was finally let go, so he wiped the bruises from the corners of his mouth, straightened his clothes, and walked out of the safe house where he was hiding.

As soon as I went out, I saw a classmate smiling heartily at me and waving his hand.

"Yo~ long time no see."

When the graduates saw each other, they couldn't help but be stunned.

That was the classmate who was killed by his own impulse......

"What's that look on your face? See a ghost? ”

"No...... I...... Just ......"

The graduate had mixed feelings in his heart, and he didn't know what to say for a while, so he held back for a while before he cautiously asked:

"You...... Can you forgive me? ”

He actually knew very well that this was a 'plot' arranged by someone else, and that it was all fake, but he still couldn't help but ask this question, trying to find that pitiful psychological comfort.

Sure enough, the classmate was still smiling heartily and nodded without hesitation:

"Of course, you're just impulsive, and I've never blamed you, after all, we're best friends."

As he spoke, the narrator walked another graceful and luxurious woman, with a delicate body, and fell into the arms of the graduate.

This is the lover who broke off his kindness after his sin.

"My dear, I shouldn't have abandoned you in the first place, I was wrong, forgive me, okay?"

The beautiful woman begged in a coquettish tone, and I felt pity all over her body.

Before the graduate could nod his head in agreement, more people appeared around him one after another.

Always look down on his college tutor and apologize to himself.

chased and killed his classmates, and he was pleading guilty to himself.

The schoolgirl who secretly had a crush on her was secretly sending autumn waves to herself.

Everyone surrounded the graduate, smiling at him and applauding him incessantly, as if acknowledging his achievements today.

This made him unconsciously completely indulge in this dreamlike atmosphere, and gradually forgot that these were all fake, forgetting that he was in the middle of [the story].

Or maybe even if he could realize this, he wouldn't want to get out of this beautiful dream, right?

Until he suddenly felt a strange sensation in his chest and looked down.

At some point, a big hole was dug out of his chest, and he could already see his heart twitching violently.

However, there was no blood flowing from the wound on his chest, and there was no pain at all, not even the slightest discomfort, but an indescribable comfort and pleasure.

Then he saw tiny sprouts of flesh sticking out of his heart, which turned into tentacles and began to wave and beat wildly.

He couldn't help but panic a little, and hurriedly stretched out his hand to stop it.

But when his hand stretched out, he found that his fingers had been completely twisted and distorted, tangled and entangled, leaving only an indescribable sarcoma.

"I ...... It's ......"

The graduate opened his mouth to say something.

But all he heard coming out of his throat was a low roar......

He jerked his head up, wanting to ask his friends, his lover, if they knew what was going on.

But the dreamlike beauty of the past has long since disappeared......

I don't know when I have returned to reality, and only an unfamiliar ceiling is left in front of me.

No...... Maybe this is the illusion, the previous scene is real, and this is the life I should live!

Yes, that's it, it's all fake, only I am real!

It's just me......

But...... Who am I?

Graduates feel that their thinking has been completely confused, and their self-perception has long since unconsciously collapsed completely.

Finally, he saw a young man kick open the door, holding a buzzing dagger with several strange steel needles floating around him.

But the most eye-catching thing is the gold lavalier pinned to the collar.

The graduates were so impressed by this that they couldn't remember exactly what it was, but they still had a strong desire for it.

Give me! Give me this!

He let out a roar that no one could understand, thinking that the young man was reaching out his hand that had turned into a sarcoma, trying to snatch the golden collar from it.

The other party just smiled and didn't move.

In the next second, his outstretched hand instantly twisted into the shape of a twisted flower, hanging down softly, motionless.

The young man walked up to him, shook his head, and said:

"It's ugly...... Then in the name of Mizkatok, here the execution! ”

(End of chapter)