As a player, can you be normal?

Chapter 409 The Treatment the Protagonist Deserves

"My dear king."

Angel walked through the messy house holding a pot of artificial flowers and glanced at the king who was covered in bandages.

"Three bad news and one good news, which one do you want to hear?"

"bad……"

The king was listless.

Angel rolled his eyes at him expressionlessly.

"Bad news one, I feel ashamed that you got beaten like this, and I feel more and more ashamed."

"It's not my fault..."

"This is not the first time you have been so idle as to provoke the 'Demon God' of 'The End' at the Round Table."

"I don't like him. I have disliked him for hundreds of years."

"Be patient next time, otherwise you wouldn't be beaten like this."

"Angel...I'm the winner."

"Your Majesty, even if you are the strongest among the five corridors, don't forget that if you get hurt, it will be bad for the entire corridor."

Angel took a deep breath and put down the fake flowers.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said such foul language, but after all, our 'Endless Corridor' is the weakest, you can't let anything get into trouble."

"Okay, now for the second bad news."

Angel took out a book and turned the page, which showed: [The medium-sized area is on the verge of being eliminated].

The king was stunned for a moment, then: "Haha...hahahahahaha!"

He laughed.

Angel threw the book at his head.

"You're so happy to be here."

"There's nothing we can do~"

The king didn't take it seriously at all.

"I try my best to keep these guys who have passed level 25 alive. The price is that their survival power is weak. Angel, it's just a double-edged sword. Players' lifespans are actually very long. I just arrange a relatively stable life for them according to my will. But when it comes to danger, you have to rely on yourself to get through it."

Angel sighed. She knew the king would be like this...

The rules of the "Endless Corridor" are made by the king within his personal ability. He bears greater pressure than other corridor managers and creates the peaceful stage of Basel. Players can choose to live a stable life, but if they meet people from other corridors in the script, they can only rely on themselves.

Double-edged sword…

Just like the choices in life.

"Next bad news."

"Death and Immortality, I want an explanation for you. Why did our players have to use such a ruthless killing move within ten minutes of preparation time?"

Angel paused.

"And... this matter involves our staff..."

"Wait..." The king was stunned: "What do you mean? No, I haven't paid attention to the progress of the corridor battle... What happened?"

"Player 5900's team immediately killed Eternal Life and Death in less than five minutes."

Angel pulled an information card out of her pocket, walked over to the corner of the table, and pressed the card against the king's face.

"look by youself."

The king held the information card with his only movable hand.

His expression changed from strange to solemn, and then to relaxed laughter.

"Li Nuo..."

He turned his chair.

Suddenly he appeared next to the staff member who helped Li Nuo cheat.

Staff: “Ah…?”

King: "You help him cheat, be prepared, if that guy wins, I will give you a promotion, if he loses, I will send you to dig coal."

It was the first time for the staff to see the true appearance of their manager.

The young man had a black ponytail and long bangs covering half of his face. His entire body except for one hand was bandaged, and he looked like he had just been beaten.

"Do you understand?" The king gave the staff a slap on the head.

"Ah... I see..." The staff member nodded hurriedly, thinking: Strange... flicking my head is so gentle...

At the same time, the king also looked at the camera left by Wink here.

"I'm talking about you too."

Over there on the camera.

Wink and Nanami's eyes widened.

In their eyes, all they could see was a black stream of data about the King.

"Jane...what is this?"

Wink received no reply.

Nanami broke out in a cold sweat. The alertness of the [Realm of Reason] caused her to feel an inexplicable fear in her heart. This fear was like bowing to the supreme power. Even Cassius did not give her such an oppressive feeling.

However, on the other side of the camera, the king blew a breath, removed some of his abilities, and allowed Nanami to regain her composure.

Angel passed through the window into the staff room like a ghost.

"You let Li Nuo win before you spared them. Isn't that too much? The two most difficult ones, 'Zhongyan' and 'Kong', are still here."

"Angel, do you understand what the Corridor War is?"

"Ok?"

"The so-called 'war' is bullshit. There is no such thing as a war."

The king snapped his fingers, causing Wink's camera to temporarily shut down.

"Players live for themselves, so there's no sense of competition for the Corridor. Maybe there is for Eternal Life, but they were eliminated, so what happens next... depends on the ways of the world. Sometimes, the ending of a story doesn't end with knives and bullets as expected, but with accidents and harmony... I've experienced too many such things..."

As he spoke, stories from a hundred years ago emerged in his mind, memories unique to him.

"The reason why I called this place 'Endless' is because the story doesn't necessarily have to have an ending. The story will never begin and will never end."

Angel didn't actually listen to his nonsense.

She just kept saying "hmm" to fool her king, while she stood in front of the computer, entered her personal information into the staff's computer, opened the administrator privileges, and retrieved the information of this script.

"Hmm...all the players have turned into two-dimensional beings?"

"Angel...are you not listening to me?"

"Oh my god! This Maljie is so handsome! This girl from a shojo comic must have run into the wrong crew!"

"Hey...Angel..."

"Who is this guy? Phil... he's so handsome..."

"Angel!"

"Karl! We're going to win!"

Angel seldom called the king by his name directly, so suddenly hearing this made the king completely confused.

"Angel, you're not a [Critical Person]..."

The king was about to complain, but suddenly shut his mouth because he saw Angel's determined look.

"Look at this." Angel opened Li Nuo's two-dimensional image.

Then, they both spoke in unison.

"Protagonist face!"

……

[The script has begun]

[The following story is part of the background]

[The plot that was supposed to involve the "Death Corridor" was only conveyed to you in the form of narration because they were eliminated early on.]

1770 years.

A group of idiot crew members salvaged a box of treasure from the bottom of the sea.

While everyone was cheering for the gold coins in the treasure chest, only one alchemist became interested in a book inside.

——"The Summoning Alchemy Array of High-Dimensional Demons".

At night, the waves are roaring.

The crew gathered in the meeting room below deck to discuss how to distribute the treasure they had received.

"I want the money, the rest is up to you."

"I just want the sword."

"Just leave me some gems."

These crew members were not pirates, but adventurers. It seemed that exploring the secrets of the sea was their duty.

There are all kinds of people, including sailors, archaeologists, musicians, painters, retired soldiers, and little kids who want to be warriors.

"Pesk?"

"That guy, he took a book and went back to the room."

The cabin was shaking and the wooden boards were creaking.

Under the wooden board, just one floor away from the hustle and bustle.

Pesca lit a candle and flipped through the book "The Summoning Alchemy Array of Higher-Dimensional Demons" in the room.

"The power to grant eternal life... But for an alchemist, it must first summon the devil to achieve it..."

Pesca's dark green eyes flickered in the firelight.

"The eternal life contract that summons the devil..."

At this time, there was a knock on the wooden door.

"Come in."

"Pesk?"

The person who entered the house was the oldest man here, a retired soldier, Michel, who was adventurous and was known as Old Michel.

"Everyone is looking for you."

Old Mi's face, covered with knife scars, looked somewhat scary, but his eyes contained the gentleness that only belonged to an old man.

"I'm not going……"

Pesca pushed the book back.

"Remember to rest. Alchemists also need sleep. You haven't slept well in several days."

"Okay, thank you."

Before Old Mi was about to leave, Pesca stopped him.

"Michel, what do you think of eternal life?"

"I'm already this old, so don't tempt me with that kind of thing."

This sentence gave Pesca some shock.

Everyone will grow old and die one day... If so... what about eternal life...

The door is closed.

Pesca looked at the "devil" on the cover of the book, and kept thinking about eternal life in his heart.

A week later.

On the blood-stained deck, Pesca stood in front of the alchemy array and summoned the appearance of the devil with the lives of the crew members.

"Pesk..."

The only surviving captain stretched out his bloody hand. Pesca had put drugs in the food. For an alchemist, it was too easy to make some potions that could make a group of people numb. The captain was powerless and could only watch Pesca kill everyone on the ship. He didn't understand why Pesca, whom he had been with for five years, would attack everyone.

"Are you possessed by a demon?"

"For an alchemist, creating a secret elixir of immortality is a lifelong dream."

When Pesca saw the body of Old Mitou, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"And I don't want to die like an old man..."

"Pesk..."

"I'm sorry, Captain. I need your bodies for the sacrifice. I will summon the devil here. Please close your eyes, Captain. Close your eyes forever."

He took the crossbow and shot it through the captain's head.

The blood of all the crew members gathered in the refining array.

A voice came from the alchemy formation: "You want eternal life?"

Pesca's eyes gradually brightened and became more and more crazy.

"Well, eternal life!"

That day, the blood and rum on the ship were mixed together, and the devil turned it into the "wine of eternal life."

And two hundred years later...that is, in 1970.

Pesca was put in jail... for being a cult leader...

[The prologue ends here, players, please open your eyes]

Current time: 1970.

Li Nuo opened his eyes.

"what?"

He found himself curled up, feeling weak as if he had been injected with anesthetic. His weapons and weapon boxes were not on him, and he was tied up and placed in an oil drum.

"Oh my god! Why is this guy still awake?!"

A man wearing a tattered black hat stuck his head in from the round mouth of the oil barrel.

This guy waved his hand to the side and roared:
"No matter what, come alive!"

when!
An iron transmission pipeline was erected above the oil barrel where he was, and a large amount of cement was pouring out of the pipeline.

Li Nuo's face was expressionless.

"Hey……"

Li Nuo opened his eyes wide.

"Hey!"

He was buried in an oil drum with cement.

(End of this chapter)