As a player, can you be normal?

Chapter 713 Even the Toilet Can Become a Master
"You brat, get up."

I don't know who shouted.

Robbock got up from the ground, his head aching. He squinted to adjust to the light, and the first thing he saw wasn't the city's furnishings, but... that female drow.

Wells and Butterfly were two oddballs who were teleported to the Demon Castle before even entering the city.

"you……"

"Shh, if you yell again I'll shove your head in your mouth."

Despite her stunning appearance and foul language, Wells is perceived as a mature woman with a strong personality. However, she remains in the shadows as a drow, wary of the ordinary elves and knights who live in the light.

Robert looked around. There were about twenty people, including knights and elves, but the adventurers, Hideyo, and Peters were not there.

As the Knight Commander, his priority now is to unite everyone, devise an escape route, find his allies scattered throughout the Demon Castle, and finally plan how to defeat the evil god here.

But as a man, Robbock went to Wells.

"Are you okay?"

He immediately inquired about the safety of the female Zhuoer, neglecting his subordinates. This behavior was met with disdain and contempt from a group of people.

The spirit of the "silver needle" began to gossip.

"Has your knight commander never seen a woman before?"

"Now that you mention it, I do remember. After every battle, Brother Robbock would put on his helmet in front of the ladies. When we asked him why, he said his hands were covered in blood and he was burdened with sins. That is, until a discharged soldier found a suitcase full of swimsuit magazines under Robbock's bed..."

"Shut up!" Robbke snapped at his subordinate, then looked at Wells with a particularly serious expression: "Are you alright?"

Butterfly was with Wells, but she was able to hide in the shadows and not be discovered. Just as Wells was about to start cursing, Butterfly whispered "plan" in the dark.

Wells could only pretend to be forced, leaning against the wall with a "fuck you" expression, but because she was too beautiful, she looked like a "dark-skinned young woman looking disgusted" to others.

"I broke free from Adam Ireland's control, thanks to that girl named Olsie."

"Huh? Olshey is that good?"

Robbke is a bit thick-skinned.

“Mr. Robbock, please let me speak with her.”

A female elf stood behind Robbock.

Peters' "Silver Needle" team consists of top-tier members of the elven race, possessing exceptional abilities and intelligence.

There were six elves present, the leader of whom was named "Vidal".

The female elf, like those in Western fantasy stories, had delicate eyebrows, a gorgeous and elegant appearance, and long golden hair that cascaded down her sides like a waterfall. She was breathtakingly beautiful.

But Wells is prettier than her.
Vidal was therefore unhappy.

But she wasn't looking for trouble; she just wanted a reason to kill the drow, since drow were all thieves and assassins who lived in the shadows.

“This drow, we need to know the truth about Adam Ireland, the reason for the appearance of this demon castle, and how the minister was defeated and driven out by Adam.”

If Wells weren't a drow, he would say disrespectful things to women, but now that he's a woman, there's even less reason for him to be disrespectful!
"Talk to your mother, toilet."

"what?"

Vidal paused for a moment.

"You're the toilet!"

It's obvious she knows what the toilet meme is.

"Heh, I'd love to try what it's like to be a toilet, otherwise I'd be wasting my body."

"It's so shameless..."

Vidal and the elves were stunned. The noble elven race simply couldn't comprehend the mind of a mere jasper.

At that moment, Vidal raised his hand, his palm radiating magical ripples, and aimed it at Wells.

"We may not be in a hurry to know what's going on with Adam Ireland, because it's unclear whether you're still a being controlled by Adam, so please stay in the cage for a while."

Butterfly, hidden beneath Wells' dark skin, whispered, "Big brother, if you think they're in your way, I'll kill them all right now."

Having read fantasy stories since childhood, Butterfly was very curious about what elf meat tasted like.

Wells put his hands behind his back and gestured to Butterfly to "calm down." Don't let Wells's abstract appearance fool you; he's the guild leader of the only "racist" guild in the Five Great Corridors.

"Are you going to do it?"

Vidal frowned slightly, feeling uneasy about Wells's sudden action of putting his hands behind his back.

“If it were Peters, you would be dead by now, and you drow would be forever condemned to live in darkness…”

Robbock stepped forward: "Stop fighting!"

"Sir, don't get in the way!" The knights grabbed Robock, preventing their knight commander from getting involved in the infighting within the elven group. Besides, watching women fight was second only to mechs in its allure for men.

Two elves, one black and one white, faced off.

An elegant and noble one.

A gentle demeanor with a touch of wildness.

At this moment, a sudden change occurred.

Wells licked his lips, as if to say, "My licking of my lips represents licking blood from my lips, which is a threatening gesture."

A woman with a gentle appearance who once said something like "I want to try what it's like to be a toilet" suddenly licked her lips, which could easily lead to a misunderstanding.

By the time Vidal and the others came to their senses, the knights were already standing in front of Wells.

"Please, 'Silver Needle' elven troops, do not cause internal strife here."

"You've been bewitched?"

"Enchantment? What nonsense! If you're willing to be a toilet, we'll choose neutrality!"

A male elf behind Vidal whispered, "Why don't you do it too..."

"I'll kill you!" Vidal turned around and glared fiercely at the elf, then gritted his teeth and gave all the knights a look of incomprehension: "No wonder Lord Peters said that you guys are a bunch of guys who think with your lower bodies."

Wells stepped out from under the knight's protection: "You are able to exist in this world because your parents were creatures who thought with their lower bodies."

Vidal: "You..."

Wells: "You bitch, do you think you're superior just because you have white skin? We black people may only walk in the dark, but we understand more about the truth of the lower world, so what's wrong with being a toilet!"

Vidal: "You're shameless!"

Wells: "I don't believe you can stay this pale while you're [beeping]. Who knows if you'll [beep] the moment you [beep] and then [beep] again?"

Vidal: "Shut up!"

The knights shouted, "Long live the Drow!"

Robbock gazed at Wells's slender figure, his eyes flickering. He had been ruined half his life by the drow since childhood, yet he had also been healed by the drow... Indeed... he loved the dark-skinned drow.

"Will you marry me?"

Every knight was looking at Robbock with the same eyes one would use to look at an enemy.

"Sir, you're too cunning. You actually want to install a private toilet in your own home."

"What I said is true!"

Robbock shouted, “I believe what you say about Adam because I saw it with my own eyes, so please let me protect you.”

Wells was dumbfounded. He, Jack Wells, was a big shot, a real man, capable of playing the woman, but he couldn't marry a man—that would be too abnormal.

So Wells quickly changed the subject: "Adam is no longer here, which is why I was able to break free from his control. I don't know where that guy went, but we must defeat the evil god in this city."

He looked at Vidal.

“You bitch, if you want to cooperate, I’ll go with you. But if you want to capture me, I’d rather be bullied by Indian boars than have you proud whites treat me like a prisoner and lock me in a cage.” “But then again…”

A look of contempt and murderous intent spread across Wells's stunningly beautiful face.

"If you're going to use force, I'll take action too."

He revealed the magical potential within him. Many people have a misunderstanding about Wells. He's not just an abstract guy; he's a guild leader and the only player who doesn't need Li Nuo's help. As the "older brother," this guy has a solid foundation, including both willpower and strength.

A massive amount of magical energy emanated from his body.

The "Silver Needle" elves were on high alert; the last time they had seen a drow elf of this strength was over a hundred years ago.

That drow is the lord of the Shadow City in the southern part of the surface world, the king of the drow army that wants to conquer the world. Wells is much stronger than that guy.

"who are you?"

Vidal and the elves around him assumed their battle stances.

Wells: "I've said it before, I'm just a toilet."

Just then, an elf suddenly shouted alertly, "There's something outside!"

Everyone looked toward the only door in the room.

This is a room of over 200 square meters, with brick walls on all four sides. There are no decorations on the walls, and no furniture inside, only a door that cannot be opened.

Wells and Butterfly hadn't left because this place was neither destructible nor a place to escape.

At that moment, there was a sound of fingernails scraping outside the door, like the screeching sound of someone scratching a blackboard with a knife, while at the same time, a "thump-thump" sound came from the broken brick ceiling.

The butterfly (Wells's dark skin), hiding in the darkness, whispered a warning to Wells.

"Big brother, there's a monster."

The words had barely left his lips when the door was smashed open by an external force. In an instant, the elves unleashed light magic, and a dazzling shockwave struck the uninvited guest—a gargoyle wielding a scimitar.

Gargoyles are immune to magic, so the elves' attacks have no effect. One elf was cleaved in two by a scimitar, blood splattering on the spot. The monsters here are incredibly strong. The "Silver Needle" elf team, who are fearless in the outside world, are like novices who have just entered the Soul Wandering world.

The knights immediately formed a square formation and pressed forward. As a large number of melee units, they naturally held off the gargoyles in close combat.

However, the ceiling collapsed, and small gargoyles fell down.

Gravel was scattered all over the ground.

Click.

A Gatling gun materialized on Wells's slender arm.

Da da da da da!
Guns spewed fire, and magic-generated bullets rained down on the gargoyles, instantly turning the monsters into a pile of rubble.

Boom... The ground shook.

A trap covered in spikes descended from the ceiling, the spikes wreathed in flames.

"careful!"

Robbock wanted to protect the graceful drow who, despite wielding a Gatling gun, was still beautiful in his eyes, but a falling rock hit him on the head, causing him to pause for a moment.

In the blink of an eye, Wells raised the Gatling gun, turning the muzzle into a cannon.

boom!
A single magic cannon shot pulverized the trap into powder, causing a cloud of dust to fall.

Vidal slowly opened his eyes in the gray fog.

But she saw a burly, dark-skinned man blocking her way.

But in an instant, this burly man transformed into a graceful female drow.

Wells flicked his arm, and the Gatling gun disappeared. Then he looked at Vidal and said, "Put aside racial prejudices, or become enemies of the color war. The choice is yours."

Vidal stared blankly at Wells. For a fleeting moment, she wondered if the strong man from before was also Wells, but that was probably just her imagination.

Vidal has always been attracted to strong women. After all, people like Peters, who are thin but strong, are a minority. Most people need to arm themselves to protect what is important.

The reason Vidal is attracted to strong men is that, having survived the war, she longs for the day when a strong man will appear to protect her with his broad back, just like... just like just now.

"We...we are willing to cooperate with you, but please do so without reservation."

Vidal pursed his lips, took Wells' hand, stood up, and accidentally fell onto Wells' shoulder.

At that moment, Robbke, who was sitting far away against the wall, looked at Vidal with a strange expression. He saw the feeling of "love" in Vidal's eyes; Vidal had fallen in love with Wells...

"Vidal has become my rival in love..."

……

【that's all】

The female elf who roamed the darkness became everyone's pillar of support.

Perhaps when Adam Ireland took a liking to this drow, he already saw that she was a natural leader. This indirectly reflects Adam's terrifying nature; this demon king can discover hidden talents.

However, when the drow, despised and hated by all, become the leaders of noble elves and knights, doesn't that symbolize that the world has quietly begun to change?

……

The above text slowly appeared on the computer screen.

In the dimly lit little house.

A dog's silhouette is dancing, wiggling its hips, in front of the screen.

Music was playing in the room:

—Fake cigarettes, fake alcohol, fake friends, fake friends
—False affection, false tenderness,

The dog lit a cigarette and started shaking it, getting more and more excited.

—It's not that I want to get rid of you—I don't want to get rid of you.

—My husband hit me as soon as he saw it.
A noise came from the dog hole behind me.

Li Nuo crawled through the dog hole, looking at the back of the dancing dog and the strings of text on the computer screen.

His shadow covered the dog.

The dog slowly swayed its hips, turned its head slowly, and stopped dancing when it saw Li Nuo coming.

—You're so small, and he's so big.

—Hitting you is like hitting a dog.

Marger turned off the music.

Then, his dog-like eyes stared into Li Nuo's eyes, and the two remained silent until Li Nuo's silver eyes turned golden, at which point he became anxious.

"Woof woof ...!"

"Old horse."

Li Nuo came over and lifted Malger up.

"Wang..."

"You have to tell me what exactly happened."

He smiled and tilted his head.

At this moment, a line of text appeared on the screen: "[The following is the story of the linked bus]".

Malger felt a cold sweat trickle down his dog's fur.

Li Nuo glared at the screen.

The text on the screen changed to: "[Next, next is... the story of the Witcher's wife]".

(End of this chapter)