Chapter 385 Loneliness (Second Update)

Games mean different things to different people.

Some people regard games as salvation, the only light in this disordered world, and the ultimate form of human art.

Some people regard games as a scourge, a spiritual opium poisoning the good young people in this world. Even if they are sent to the grave, it is not an exaggeration. Only by spitting on them every now and then can the hatred in their hearts be calmed.

But for monkeys, games are the other half of life and a kind of belief. The self with games is the complete self, and the self without games is just a fairly evolved monkey.

He can not eat, drink water, marry and have children, but he cannot live without games.

From the perspective of ordinary people, constantly fighting in a dungeon, desperately fighting monsters in a scene, this kind of thing is probably the same as going to jail at work.

But for the monkeys, this is a supreme enjoyment. They can kill here for three days and three nights without getting tired.

"Wow, come on, come on, let's keep fighting! It's your fault that ancient diamonds, prehistoric monsters, and cyberdinosaurs will all die under my soul-destroying stick."

Looking at the monkey laughing wildly, the heretic said: "Monkeys are quite crazy too."

"Don't talk about my idol like that, he's doing it casually." Eric immediately defended his idol.

"You're pretty crazy too."

The more the monkey kills, the happier he gets, and the more he kills, the happier he is, until he kills no scraps of armor in this place, and the sun and moon are dim when he kills. The production speed of the monsters he kills here cannot keep up with his processing speed, and he keeps killing. Kill kill.

If reaction, consciousness and hand speed are external skills, then the various digital models Eric introduced to him are internal skills. Monkey's external strength is already at its peak, but the internal strength he gained today finally made up for his status as a peerless master, allowing him to realize the wonders of internal strength.

Looking at the monkey now, the heretic couldn't help but say: "Wow, I knew the monkey was powerful, but I didn't expect it to be so powerful."

"Some people are born to play games, and I can't envy them." Black Technology said calmly.

"Then what am I?" the heretic asked expectantly.

"You were probably born to mess with people's mentality."

"Isn't he just a troublemaker? You don't need to be so tactful. I know what I am."

Looking at the unfaithful outsider with a calm face, Black Technology felt that he had made the right friend.

Monkey killed for eighteen hours, even took annual leave for himself, and then kept killing in the game.

There is nothing wrong with the evil outsiders, and the black technology is basically in a state of retirement. Eric recorded the monkey's heroic appearance, preparing to let others see what the most ruthless person in "Animal Crisis" looks like.

At the end of the fight, it was the monster that couldn't help it.

There were fewer and fewer monsters around, and the generation speed of monsters was getting slower and slower. The huge head in front of him finally closed his mouth, and then looked at the four people here fiercely.

Looking at the head whose expression became more and more ferocious, Black Technology felt that some plot had been triggered.

Let the monkey stop temporarily, and the four of them looked at the huge head expectantly, until the other party first said: "You ruined my good deeds."

Her language is another type of language, which sounds completely different from what he knew before. Fortunately, the skills of black technology can translate these languages ​​​​and allow him to understand them.

Since no one here understands anything other than black technology, black technology directly becomes the translator here.

Facing this huge terrifying thing in front of him, Black Technology asked: "Are you the mother?"

"Mother? I used to have this title, but I haven't used it for a long time. But you are obviously my kind, but you are actually together with those bugs. It's really disgusting."

A look of regret appeared on the mother's face, and the expression on the black technology seemed to be seeing some kind of filth, which made her particularly unhappy.

However, Black Technology did not pay attention to this, but continued to ask: "What is your good thing?"

"Of course it is to prevent this place from being destroyed." The mother's head trembled. "I felt that a terrifying existence came here. His servants first discovered this area, and then gave this world as a gift to that person. A more terrifying existence. That existence is wielding an indestructible blade and is ready to harvest us, but he seems to have a more evil idea, that is, to make us his playthings."

"It sounds scary." Black Technology said, "But how can I be sure that what you say is true?"

"I don't need to make you believe that I can even be sure that those bugs are the slaves of that evil existence. And you, my compatriot, I will only watch with pity as you become an accomplice of evil, and then curse your existence in hell. "

"If you're not evil, then why do you keep bullying your kids?"

"Children? I don't have children...well, I did, but after an attack, they disappeared."

"Eh? Then why do you keep robbing them of nutrients?"

"I didn't grab it. I'm also wondering why nutrition automatically appears when I go to a place."

Looking melancholy into the distance, the mother sighed: "That was a very horrific attack. Almost all my compatriots disappeared, and my three children also disappeared in that attack. From now on, I can only stay here." , waiting for their return. Somehow, I have a feeling that they are not too far away from me, they are still with me. Therefore, I must stay here and wait for their return. "

The evil layman on the side looked at the melancholy female head and couldn't help but said: "I suddenly feel that this lady is astringent. Could it be that I am a widower?"

And Eric said to the heretic: "I need to remind you that I am not yet eighteen years old."

"Oh, sorry."

"No, I mean, I will be eighteen in two months, so by then, please send me the movies you recommend, okay?"

Looking at Eric, the heretic lamented that the Prussians were Prussians, and they were so strict even in asking for a film.

Black Technology thought for a while, and then made a mind map to summarize all the information he had obtained so far.

With the intelligence he summarized, he re-entered the game and said to his mother: "I analyzed it. I have good news and bad news here. Which one do you want to hear?"

"What's the good news?"

"Your three children are still alive, and doing pretty well."

This news made my mother close her eyes, and it took her a long time to reveal a touching smile: "Really, that's great. Where are they?"

"It's right where you go to get your nutrients. But here's the bad news I have to say, you're on a different channel than they are."

"What does this mean?" Mother asked doubtfully.

"It's like a radio. Your frequency is 50hz, and their frequency may be 100hz. This means that although you are in the same place, you can't see them."

My mother stared blankly at the black technology, and after a while she asked in disbelief: "Then can they see me?"

"Yes, the frequency can be backward compatible, so they can see you and hear your voice, but you don't seem to be able to see them or feel their presence. Of course, this is just a possibility, but I feel The possibility of this guess is quite high.”

"Then... why is this happening?"

"It is speculated that it has something to do with the attack you mentioned."

Looking at his mother who was already short-circuited, Black Technology felt that she was quite pitiful.

Even though her child was by her side, she couldn't feel the other person's presence, and even her own behavior was regarded as a kind of indifference by the other party.

If you think about it, Black Technology feels that this is really the ultimate loneliness.