As a player, can you be normal?

Chapter 726 The Handover Between the Remaining Blood and the Explorer, The Admonition from the Scholar and the Focuser
a few days later.

In Dr. Xu's home, Li Nuo rummaged through his cabinets.

"Uncle Xu, do you still have that particularly expensive flower tea?"

"Don't look through this!"

Dr. Xu, wearing an apron, walked out of the kitchen in small steps.

"That's what your aunt likes to drink. I'll buy you some tomorrow and help me out."

"What to eat?"

Li Nuo followed them into the kitchen.

"Spinach, chives, lettuce... Uncle Xu, don't be too sad."

"It's just a coincidence...it really is just a coincidence, these are all that's left at home."

"I don't even have the right to eat meat?"

"How about we hold a meeting with vegetables?"

Li Nuo took out some sauce from the refrigerator; she could eat these leafy greens directly with the sauce without having to cook.

"By the way, Uncle Xu, Auntie has already given you the green tea, could you give me that box of herbal tea?"

"Your aunt just went on a business trip!"

"cut……"

"You seem a little disappointed?"

Dr. Xu understood him well, so she graciously chose not to continue the conversation.

After finishing his vegetables with dipping sauce, Li Nuo stretched and said, "Uncle Xu, I'm planning to immigrate."

Dr. Xu, who was clearing away the dishes, suddenly paused, and with a clattering sound, the dishes fell into the sink.

Li Nuo drank his water, his eyes gazing out the window: "So, Uncle, I think I have to say goodbye to you."

"Leaving tomorrow?" Dr. Xu's voice came from the kitchen, sounding very calm.

When the child grows up, he/she will fly to other places.

"Yes, soon. The exact date hasn't been set yet, so I'm just letting you know in advance. I don't plan to host a dinner party because the old house still has forty years of property rights left. You'd better live to see those forty years."

thump.

Li Nuo left.

Not a single word was superfluous.

Dr. Xu wiped his hands and came out; a black card was on the table.

"You must have been through a lot."

Those around Li Nuo could actually see the changes in him. He didn't know many people, and the one he knew best was Doctor Xu. With decades of life experience, how could the old man not see that he had long since recovered?

Doctor Xu looked up and saw that the boy had taken the tea leaves with him when he left.

The black card on the table was probably the money he used to buy tea. Thinking this, Dr. Xu sat down on the sofa. The old man looked at the ceiling, humming his favorite song, "Eighteen Touches." His memory returned to the day when his friendship with someone from a different generation began more than ten years ago. He had picked up a patient and a son. He felt that his life had not been in vain.

……

downstairs.

Li Nuo walked out of the doorway, and Soren stood in the shade not far away, with his unassuming black sedan behind him.

"Is this the person you're saying goodbye to?"

"Ah."

Li Nuo walked over, opened the car door and got in. The skinny guy sat in the driver's seat with a cigarette in his mouth and tossed Li Nuo a bottle of water.

Soren sat down: "How many times has this old doctor saved your life?"

Li Nuo took a sip of water, wiped his lips, and said, "It's hard to say, but with the medical technology at the time, even if he hadn't saved me, I wouldn't have died so easily. If I really want to express my gratitude, it's probably because... he was the only person who truly treated me like family before I became a player."

Soren: "So you should give him some money before you leave."

Li Nuo: "That's right."

Soren: "So you want to thank him and then have me give him the money."

Li Nuo: "That's right."

Shameless.

Soren didn't want to complain.

Chen Shou became interested: "How much money did you give?"

Li Nuo didn't know either; when he contacted Soren, he only said he needed some money for retirement.

Soren sneered: "Nine figures."

Li Nuo and Chen Shou's expressions gradually stiffened.

Soren continued, "Don't worry, the currency in that card is related to Cairo and doesn't involve your national currency. I'll replenish whatever amount he spends, and no one will be able to tell the problem."

There was silence in the car for about three seconds... Li Nuo and Chen Shou pounced on Soren like madmen.

What are you doing?!

"If you have so much money, why don't you give me two houses!"

"Soren, I have no other requests. How about giving me a design institute? I want revenge."

"You two are insane!"

The aura that Sauron inadvertently unleashed caused the sky to become overcast.

"The power of players has become so exaggerated at our stage..." Chen Shou leaned out of the car window and looked at the sky. Skinny Brother turned around and asked, "Li Nuo, when are we leaving?"

Before they arrived, Li Nuo had already told them everything. Chen Shou wasn't surprised at all, and Soren didn't care. To them, Li Nuo not being a player simply meant he couldn't go to Basel. This guy would exist as a summoned beast from now on.

"Let's get some supplies, solve the upgrade problem, and then run away." Li Nuo pressed his face against the car window, staring with dead fish eyes, and said, "If you beg me not to leave, then I'll think about it some more."

Soren: "Chen Shou, go to the cheapest restaurant you know, it's on me, to celebrate this guy's departure."

Chen Shou: "Very good! I know a hole-in-the-wall restaurant where a bowl of noodles costs only five yuan."

Li Nuo: "Why do we have to celebrate my departure at the cheapest restaurant!"

Sauron: "Because you're not worth it!"

The moment their eyes met, Li Nuo raised an eyebrow.

……

night.

Basel.

Soren arrived at the courtyard where Li Nuo and the others were. Li Nuo was sitting in the courtyard, wearing light brown trousers and pajamas, enjoying the evening breeze.

"Raising your eyebrows means there's something you can't say in front of Chen Shou. You really trust me."

Li Nuo chuckled softly.

"Some things are better known by fewer people."

Soren walked over and fixed his gaze on the "What If Telephone Booth" placed in the middle of the yard.

"Before you talk about those things, let's discuss the next script. I've reached level 99, and I'm preparing to break through to the next level, which requires improvement within the script."

Soren leaned against the phone booth, lit a cigarette, pushed up his glasses, and glanced sideways at the lights of Basel in the night outside the courtyard.

“Even Lillian and the others rarely encounter scenarios outside the World Tree. Although it’s more difficult than the Borderlands, there’s no need to worry about encountering the strange demon armies like in the Borderlands. We just need to be careful with the players.” Soren said, puffing out smoke from his cigarette. “With you and me working together, this isn’t difficult.”

“My equipment is with Lao Ma. He’ll give it to me first thing tomorrow morning, and then Cha Bai and I will leave,” Li Nuo said, rocking back and forth in his chair. “You know this, right?”

He pulled a blue card out of his pocket.

[Player Trial Card]

[Quality: Epic]

[Effect: Allows NPCs to experience what it's like to be a player. After use on an NPC, their corresponding character panel will appear. The effect lasts for one month.]

[In short: Its biggest function is to help the NPCs you want level up quickly]

Soren touched his glasses: "Hmm, 20 gold coins."

Li Nuo: "Cha Bai bought two tickets after the discount with [Focusor]. I'll wait for your news for the next scenario. Once you think it's appropriate, Cha Bai and I will briefly turn back into players and break through to level 99. Do you think we can prepare more of these? But I heard from the staff that they are limited editions."

Limited edition items weren't a problem for Sauron; he could contact other players in the corridor. "Sauron, anything else? Anything else you'd like to tell me?"

"There's no need to rush."

"The longer the night, the more dreams there are."

Li Nuo sat up, looked directly into Soren's eyes, and said, "What if, in a second, suddenly..."

He didn't continue, because of his incredible luck, there were some things he couldn't say.

There's a prerequisite for not becoming a player: you must use the ticket in the world where you want to stay permanently. After all, if you haven't been to any scenario outside the World Tree, and you're suddenly teleported away, you won't have a chance to regret it.

Sauron understood this principle as well.

He took a breath and grinned, "Damn it... you don't actually need to come for the next script."

"I know, I know," Li Nuo said nonchalantly.

If you should leave, then leave.

There's no need to think about things here anymore.

If the sky falls, those big guys will hold it up; that's what Sauron meant.

Li Nuo sat up and walked towards the phone booth: "There's something I need to tell you before I leave, and only the two of us can know it."

He led Soren into the phone booth.

He took the diary out of the hidden compartment.

The room of the Warrior of Light.

"Li Nuo's house."

He only said the name, and Sauron understood everything in an instant.

The word "room" doesn't mean anything.

XX's room has a lot of problems.

There's an anime called "Perfect Blue." The content isn't important; all you need to know is that the story's outline involves a madman secretly writing a story with someone as the protagonist. The entire story's visual presentation resembles a split personality, making it impossible for people both inside and outside the story to distinguish between reality and fiction.

When "Li Nuo's Room" came out, we had to think in this direction.

Perhaps a script similar to "Perfect Blue" has its eye on him, or perhaps some lunatic is plotting against him from somewhere in the universe.

Who is that lunatic...? It could be the madman who hunts players in the "Corridor of the End," it could be revenge from the group of players in the "Corridor of Death" who like to lurk in the shadows, or it could be...

Li Nuo breathed a sigh of relief and wrote on the window of the phone booth: Black businessman.

Soren's gaze froze for a moment.

He knew the black marketeers; they were workers formed from the rotten fruit of the World Tree, responsible for cleaning up "props" in the Borderlands that could affect the world.

"The most troublesome thing for players is... no matter whether they know the strategy guide or not, they just can't understand anything about the 'World Tree'."

"Soren said."

"Unless I become a manager, but even as a manager, I'm bound by constraints and can't say what I know... I really want to burn that tree down."

To use the real world as an analogy, these two are industry leaders with connections to the political world, but the secrets between major powers are only in the hands of a few people. These two people, who stand at the top in the eyes of hundreds of millions of people, actually have no way of accessing these things.

The most terrifying thing is not that there is no way, but that there is no channel.

Therefore, we can only defend, not attack.

Soren turned to look at Li Nuo.

"The diary you write may not be useful."

"It's better than nothing..."

Li Nuo opened his diary and wrote down his discovery on the last page:

Only events that happen in real life will be updated in "Linuo's Room," while those in the script or in Basel will not be updated.

This indicates that the guy behind it all has a limited perspective, which doesn't extend to the corridor gathering area or the script world with uncertain timelines.

"My diary contains everything I've experienced since I became a player. If my life gets changed, I'll leave it to you then."

"Is this how I repay the debt of saving your life?"

"Whatever you say goes."

After saying that, Li Nuo returned a smile.

Soren lowered his head and stuffed the book back into the hidden compartment of "What If Telephone Booth"; he had a way of preserving the book's information.

In fact, Soren didn't need to help him, but ever since the [Critical One] incident, they had long been in the same boat. They weren't exactly on the same team, but in the end, they were. Xiao Wu across the street was the same. This group of people had been trapped by "fate" ever since they got off the "Immortal Train".

……

at the same time.

Cairo Racing Star.

In Grandpa Cairo's shop, Cha Bai was asking Peters a final question about spatial magic.

Of the abilities such as teleportation, spatial displacement, phase traversal, spatial expansion, dimensional attack, and paradox, Cha Bai is only proficient in "spatial displacement".

"You clearly possess all spatial abilities, so why are you so foolish as to only focus on 'spatial displacement'?"

That's what Peters meant.

Aside from the paradox, she actually possesses all of the above abilities.

However, Cha Bai felt that time was running out. Peters' teaching was based on the lifespan of an elf, which meant that his teaching time might last for a hundred years.

So today, Cha Bai made a very unreasonable request.

Give me a portion of your power.

When Peters heard this audacious request, his first reaction was, "Have you no shame?"
But now Peters is a mechanic under the old man's command. He can't beat the old man, and although the old man doesn't like Li Nuo, he still likes this "ugly woman".

So now... Peters is hiding in a corner, trying to figure out how to channel his power.

The old man sat at the doorway, fanning himself, and looked at Cha Bai chatting with his grandson. He asked with some curiosity, "Why have you been coming over so often these past few days?"

Cha Bai didn't know how to answer.

Peters said from inside the room, "She's leaving."

Peters could read minds; he read from Cha Bai's mind that "she planned to leave," but he didn't know that she was going to "Icarus" ten thousand years in the future.

Cha Bai nodded gently: "Mm."

The old man frowned: "That kid finally sold you to the butcher shop?"

Cha Bai: "Huh?"

"Welcome back again!!!" The loud shouts overshadowed the conversation between the old man and Cha Bai.

The scholar who had spoken came out of the waiting room and almost brushed past Cha Bai.

Cha Bai still felt some fear of the scholar, after all, he was a player with some management qualifications. Even though his strength was greatly reduced now, he could not underestimate the danger he posed.

The scholar stood on the street, suddenly began wildly twisting his hips, and shouted, drenched in sweat, "We are the sponsors of the top three finishers in the Cairo Car Race! Hurry up and join us for a big sale today! Discounted car repairs only! Come on over!"

Cha Bai pursed her lips, looking at this "scholar" with a surprised expression.

Old man: "Didn't you eat? Twist it bigger!"

"Sorry!" the scholar shouted, waving wildly as he chanted the advertising slogan.

Cha Bai asked the old man in a low voice, "What's going on... why are you being so obedient?"

The old man said, "A few beatings will make the kid behave."

The scholar turned around and said, "My identity is that of a scholar, so I am curious about all the unknown things. Cairo is quite interesting. I will put aside all my dignity in order to learn about it."

People who try to whitewash their image are three parts weaker.

The scholar didn't whitewash the situation, but he became seven-tenths intellectually deficient.

Cha Bai then asked, "You understand what Peters means, right?"

The scholar said while swaying his hips, "I'm practically a manager, so of course I know. I just don't play the game."

Cha Bai: "Any suggestions?"

The scholar stopped twisting his hips, turned his head, and said, "Congratulations."

(End of this chapter)