As a player, can you be normal?

Chapter 751 The Six Great Corridors
Almost no one could have imagined that this script would turn out the way it is now.

Even managers cannot predict what will happen in the future.

Schwarrel could guess that an unexpected event would occur, and he also realized that this matter must be related to several managers. He was not in a hurry to change the status quo, nor was he in a hurry to deal with the future.

The players of "Endless Corridor" have now returned to their normal memories thanks to Li Nuo and his friends' plan to complete the timeline.

The players in "Endless Corridor" are too weak to voice their dissatisfaction with the current situation. The powerful "Wrath of Bahamut" has disappeared, replaced by the "Circus Guild" that was originally wiped out. A bloody atmosphere permeates Basel, and only when everyone is in danger can they appreciate how generous the previous leaders were.

Schwarrel sat in front of the computer, tilting his head to look at the long list of player names on the screen.

The next scenario must involve all players level 80 and above, including the resurrected remnants of "Redemption".

A player was standing at the door.

Each corridor has different rules, including how players interact with the administrators. Players who have completed "Redemption" can meet the administrators after level 80, a tradition that was revived after Schwarel's resurrection.

"Hello~! Baby!"

The judge appeared behind the player.

His name was "Raven." He had a buzz cut, an ordinary appearance, and his skin showed signs of mechanical stitching. He was pale and wore a plain-looking blue mercenary suit.

Raven is considered above all players, second only to the judge, but in the current "Endless" game, Raven's prestige can only be used on his own people. The players of the "Anti-Science Alliance" are the biggest asset of "Endless" at present. Unfortunately, the "Anti-Science Alliance," led by Dog Guild Leader and KING, is a passive party, otherwise an internal war would definitely break out.

Raven, standing outside, asked, "What's the deal with the next script?"

"I suspect it was those guys who did it."

The judge nonchalantly sat back in his chair, the screen scrolling to the list of members of the "Circus Association," where most of the remnants of "Redemption" belonged.

"In the end, I've also done a lot of backstabbing, so it's reasonable for me to be stabbed in the back like this."

The next second he suddenly slumped onto the table.

"Pfft~ Hahahaha! This is insane! They've dragged all the big-name players into this mess!"

"I need a list of other Corridor players."

"No, you can find your own way to collect it. Besides, I've already used [Border Prison Touch] to advance the start time of the script. You can't be greedy."

"I guessed it immediately."

After being rejected, Raven teleported away.

The judge covered his mouth and sneered.

"Hehehe~~ Survival of the fittest, you guys need to do some warm-up exercises too."

He wasn't a babysitter. As a manager, he had to treat the law of the jungle fairly, otherwise what was the difference between him and those idiot villains? But then he realized that this way of thinking was wrong. He wasn't a villain!
From a personal standpoint, although he did some despicable things, was somewhat harsh on players, betrayed the king, and used too many tricks, these were all measures he took to save his own life, and there is no right or wrong in them.

"Yes, there's no right or wrong, I'm the righteous one!"

Schaffarel looked out the window.

The sky over Basel turned blood red again.

The indigenous people all bear the mark of a soul contract, and all life in Basel is the asset of the administrator.

Nanami's posters have been torn down from the conspicuous streets, which means that the entertainment that was only available on peaceful days has left Basel.

"I am not a villain."

He kept telling himself this.

"I am not a villain."

"I am the one who survived."

"I still have things to do."

Schwarel stared out the window for a long time. Since he was a righteous person, he should do something to protect himself.

He took a seed out of the drawer, then opened his head, dug out some accumulated fertilizer, covered the seed, placed it on the ground, and after fiddling with it for a while, the seed emitted a faint light.

[The Seed Connecting the World Tree]

Schwarrel immediately found a mask to wear as a "black marketeer".

When he turned around, he had already entered the interior of the World Tree.

The place is covered with vines, and the vines are covered with flowing electronic patterns. At the center of these patterns is a human face without facial features.

The Core of the World Tree: The Unsettled Seed

[The core device that nurtures the World Tree, the storage container that controls the tree's growth, and the firewall that withstands external impacts]

Schwarel walked up to that face.

The face lifted slightly.

"Shufarel, what are you doing back here?"

"Something has been forgotten here with you."

Schaffarel cupped that face in his hands.

"I must reclaim the settlement that belonged to me a thousand years ago."

"One should not be too greedy."

"If there were only one corridor, there wouldn't be so much trouble."

During his time as a black market merchant, Schwarrel often chatted with this face here. Once, he mentioned that if there weren't so many corridors, things might not be so troublesome now.

If there is only one manager, then each generation only needs one form of succession.

"If we fail miserably in this scenario, please give me back my settlement."

"Shufarel said softly."

"I need a place to start over, but my opponent is too powerful. I must rely on your strength. Please promise me."

As soon as he finished speaking, Schaffarel returned to his room in Basel.

He sat in the chair, tilting his head helplessly.

"That means I was rejected."

But in his hand was a wisp of green magical energy, leaping like a sprite at his fingertips, before landing on the [Seed Connecting to the World Tree].

"Then I'll just have to create a fake World Tree myself..."

……

The Corridor in the Sky.

The luxurious corridor connects to the slums. Bei Ma walks alone through the corridor and arrives at the lower level of the slums.

He found a poor little girl in an orphanage and spent some money to buy her freedom from the indigenous people.

The girl, filthy and with signs of abuse on her skin, began to swell and glow under the shade of a tree where no one was around, eventually transforming back into the form of a Valkyrie.

"Stop playing."

Beima said that their manager liked to play the role of various abused children. The most outrageous time was when Beima had just taken over as the manager's deputy, about thirty years ago. The Valkyrie had disappeared for a year until a player bought an S&M videotape from an indigenous black factory. On Halloween, when he and his teammates were secretly watching it in the house, Beima discovered that the female protagonist in the video had the same divine aura as the Valkyrie...

"It's boring..."

The Valkyrie turned her face away. At about three thousand years old, she had long since passed the stage of deification. For nearly two thousand years, she had been more devoted to the happiness brought by being close to the people.

Of course, Bei Ma must have something important to tell her.

"Shufarel made contact with the World Tree."

"Um... ah?"

The Valkyrie paused for a moment.

“That bastard… has been using underhanded tactics for thousands of years… I suspect he wants to use the World Tree's mechanisms to reclaim his former settlement, so he can withstand the retaliation of the ‘End’ and the ‘King’s Heir’.”

As she spoke, she walked towards a shady shop that sold young girls. The moment she stepped into the shop, she transformed into a pitiful girl in tattered clothes.

"Can someone give me a loaf of bread...?"

Beima rushed in and pulled her out.

"Stop playing!"

"Isley! Let me go! You must respect your goddess!"

"Respect you?" Beima ruffled the Valkyrie's hair, gritting his teeth as he said, "I've been in charge of the Corridor all these years... What have you been doing besides role-playing all day? Who's the real manager here!"

Several children were throwing stones at Isley by the roadside.

"Let go of that girl, you pervert!"

Isley slumped in the corner, trapped in a state of depression.

"There's nothing I can do, you're just too capable." The Valkyrie reverted to her original form, dressed in simple clothes, biting her hair tie as she combed her hair: "If the players I used to work with had your abilities, we would have suppressed 'The End' long ago."

Although Kita Isriel has not left any mark on the history of anime and various fan creations, his talent is quite underestimated.

He is a natural leader.

Therefore, the Valkyrie was willing to relinquish power, which also made it easier for her to go out and have fun.

Actually, as the female protagonist of "Goddess Profile", she was originally a serious person with the responsibility of saving the world, but the one who turned her into a player was also a game or anime character named "Sakata Gintoki", and then this Valkyrie came into being.

What are the instructions for the next script?

Isley decided to get straight to the point.

The Valkyrie covered her mouth, a look of surprise on her face.

“Oh dear, Isley, we are two dignified managers, discussing ‘national affairs’ in an alley full of slippery things. You’re really not serious.”

Isley grabbed her hair again and threw the Valkyrie into the air.

The next second, the Valkyrie crashed into the warp, her body passing through space and slamming into the throne in the administrator's hall.

She looked up and saw Isley already standing in the hall.

"Can I speak here?"

"Of course~"

The Valkyrie smiled beautifully.

"Within our capabilities, help the 'Redemption Corridor' led by Marger, and incidentally destroy 'The End'."

Isley raised an eyebrow.

"Could you please say that again?"

The Valkyrie smiled again and elaborated on the details.

"Please slaughter the 'Corridor of the End,' preferably leaving no one alive. That way, we'll be back in the Five Great Corridors. What a perfect outcome... Hmm... Then I'll kill the Demon God, and they'll be like men without roots, unable to rise again. Did you all hear me?"

She smiled serenely at those below her from her throne, her expression majestic, beautiful, and aloof.

The figures of twelve players appeared behind Isley, representing the highest ecological niche of the "Corridor of the Sky," and they knelt on one knee before the supreme will of "Void."

"I heard!"

……

Paper money, like a dense rain, fell from the sky above the "Corridor of the End" gathering area, each note bearing the inscription "Destroy the 'Corridor of the Sky'".

Amuro picked up a piece of paper money and sighed helplessly, "Why do we have such a deep-seated hatred for 'Kong'..."

Thinking of those unfounded hatreds, Amuro secretly made up his mind to break the established rules. The only way was to destroy the rules, but he was not qualified at the moment.

The current "End" is like a demonic lair before its true nature is unleashed. The monsters and demons that have been nurtured here are about to burst forth.

Those who are qualified to break the rules have already come here from their own gathering area.

Countless distorted figures appeared in the sky, and the black dragon Miraboreas descended upon a tower and transformed into Anmi.

He turned around, walked towards the tower's door, and pushed it open, a dark and oppressive aura rushed towards him.

Anmi strode in.

Six figures were in the main hall behind the door.

Blood pools were filled with severed limbs.

The six people were either sitting or standing in the Hall of Flesh and Blood.

Anmi walked across the pool of blood.

A woman wearing a wizard's hat and an off-the-shoulder dress crossed her arms and sized up Anmi.

"You're the Emperor who inherited the [Scholar] qualification? Hahaha~ Hey, look at this kid, he's pretty cool."

She suddenly appeared behind Anmi and hugged her from behind. The next second, she was swallowed whole by the black dragon that rushed out of the ground. Before the heat could rise, the black dragon's belly was ripped open, and the woman walked out.

"You hot-tempered fellow, my name is Meluni."

As she introduced herself, everyone present revealed themselves.

There are seven individuals in the "Corridor of the End" who can challenge the administrator. They have their own gathering area, and the Demon God can only allocate seven powers to them, not one more.

Anmi's level has exceeded lv99, and he has inherited the qualification of [Scholar]. Looking around, the other six people present are the same as him, or even higher.

These are not the only demons and monsters at the end.

A shadow coalesced in the pool of blood between them.

A demon god appeared.

Everyone stared at the demon god with the eyes of someone eyeing prey, including Anmi.

One of them suddenly raised his hand, and a huge shock cannon blasted towards the demon god, only to be extinguished by the demon god's breath.

“They all want to kill me and take my place.”

Flesh and blood coalesced into a long chair, and the demon god sat down, pressing down on his back and staring intently at everyone present.

"In the next script, whoever wins will get the position."

An old man with squinting eyes, holding a Bible, clicked his tongue.

"Demon God, please don't make things difficult for us."

The demon raised his finger, his sharp nails digging into his chin.

"This is indeed difficult for you who like infighting. Well then, you can choose to smash the 'Endless Corridor' and the 'Sky Corridor' for me, and I will consider wiping out the rest of you to clear away the obstacles that could kill me."

Quiet.

A soft chuckle.

The demons in the Hall of Flesh and Blood smiled.

Fangs bloomed above the pool of blood.

……

There is a tower in Immortality, and only the highest-level players can appear at the top of the tower.

The War Demon's agent gave a final pep talk to the players at the top of the tower.

Amidst a deafening roar, the agent returned to the tower's interior.

At the end of the dark corridor, a group of guys sat in the storeroom.

This group of guys is a player organization that represents the supreme power of the "Eternal Corridor".

"That old guy, War Ghost, doesn't care about anything?"

The player in the brown coat asked their agent.

The agent is a summoned creature of the administrator, a dog-headed, human-bodied monster that gives a respectful military salute to anyone who inquires.

"The War Demon is paying respects to his old friend."

"That means you can settle scores and grievances as you please, just do whatever you want."

"That's about it. Lord War Demon believes in your strength."

The agent walked past them, but his gaze was fixed on a young girl wearing a cheongsam and with her hair in a bun.

"Liu Si, you're too aggressive. Tone it down."

"Hehe~ Agent, this guy's going to participate in the script too, right?"

The girl with the bun hairstyle named Liu Si took out a photo.

"Soren will probably participate."

"That's good."

Liu Si looked at the glasses in the photo. This guy hadn't been killed last time he tried to break into the Immortal Realm because Lillian begged for peace. This time it was different.

"But that kid is probably not above level 99, so we'll probably be separated."

someone said.

Liu thought for a moment.

"Easy, I'll help him out, and then beat him up once he can see me."

"Are you going to side with outsiders, girl?"

"What outsider? He's the Explorer! With him around, I can gamble without restraint!"

These words traveled along the signal from the tower to a hill.

The war demon took off his headset.

"These kids are hard to manage..."

The enormous war demon looked at the grave that only reached his knees, sat down on the ground, picked up a jug of wine and took a big gulp, then poured some of it on the grave.

There was no name on the tombstone, only "Old Friend".

The War Demon could only confide in this "deceased" old friend.

"Karl, the corridor is in chaos, and you've run away like a fucking bastard."

……

The Corridor of Death.

There was no sound at all.

……

The Corridor of Redemption.

In a forest on a haunted planet, amidst a desolate grove of withered trees overrun by ghosts, a tea-white hat lay fallen in the grass.

Suddenly the hat flipped over.

Li Nuo's hand emerged from the wallpaper inside the hat, his fingers tearing forcefully. Then, his head burst out of the hat, and Li Nuo shouted at the passing ghosts with his sallow and emaciated face.

"Help, help me..."

A fair, white arm emerged from the hat and grabbed Li Nuo's hair.

"return!"

Swish!
Li Nuo was pulled back.

There were only three days left before the script was to be played, and they were still playing around.

……

three days later.

[Players, please hop on board]

Li Nuo, carrying the box, was the last to board the train.

Everyone is in position.

Li Nuo plopped down next to Cha Bai, who leaned on his shoulder and closed her eyes to fall asleep.

Marjee stood in the middle of the crowd, holding a large megaphone, and gave a final pep talk.

Do you all know our ultimate goal?

Nobody paid him any attention; everyone went about their own business.

He was a manager who had no dignity whatsoever.

Finally, with no other option, Brother Ma shouted, "Our goal is to destroy the 'Endless Corridor'!"

Only Nanami raised her hand: "Okay!"

Silence fell.

Everyone stared at them as if they were mentally challenged.

Soren said, "Captain Ma, let's think about survival first."

Marger: "Hmph, a man must have dreams."

This is the World Tree.

[All players in the Corridor have boarded. The final destination of this train is outside the "World Tree". The journey will be a bit bumpy, so please be prepared for a long trip.]

[Total 9021 players]

[8893 players must first complete the "Painting World" scenario; the final destination is the "Border Prison" scenario.]

【Sky Corridor: 1855 people】

[Death Corridor: 1600 people]

[Eternal Corridor: 2220 people]

[The Corridor of the End: 1000 people]

[Endless Corridor: 2188 people]

[Redemption Corridor: 30 people]

Faced with an astronomical difference in numbers, everyone looked at Marger and laughed.

Chen Shou covered his face: "We're doomed! I just don't understand why you agreed to the Demon God's plan... There are only thirty of us... while they have one or two thousand, how are we supposed to compete..."

The host club members wanted to kill Skinny Guy, but he, who had a Zaku, complained about "how to play?"
Xiao Wu squinted and said, "Manager, people should have dreams, like destroying the 'Endless Corridor'?"

Li Nuo asked with a smile, "What are the dreams of all thirty of us?"

Everyone, wait for Brother Ma.

The train wheels made a sound on the tracks, the train started moving, and the whistle sounded.

Marger picked up the megaphone again: "Become the most awesome corridor!"

(End of this chapter)