Players’ NPC daddy

Chapter 2157 Orc Curse Chapter 19
【Azazel】 is also a group of players who enjoy playing games, but their actions make their group more like a criminal organization.

They may not have been the first players to commit crimes, but they were definitely the leading figures who sparked a wave of player crime, resulting in extremely low reputations in the player world.

Robbery is commonplace for them, and murder is an even more routine task. They do whatever is wrong. The only thing that makes them slightly respectable is their greater enthusiasm for killing other players.

However, this is not because they have any principles, but because there is no benefit in killing ordinary NPCs.

Ordinary humans are the only beings in this world without ranks. Killing an ordinary human will only result in a corpse, without even experience points.

Even those with necromancy skills wouldn't harm ordinary humans. Making use of fresh corpses requires a lot of steps, so it's better to just dig up resentful skeletons from mass graves.

But the fact that there are no benefits doesn't mean they would kill NPCs out of a sense of morbid pleasure just to see their reactions.

If it weren't for the behavioral restrictions in the user agreement, I can't imagine what these people would have gone to.

“I’m not one of those guys, I’m more like their enemy.”

Dali Feizhuan grinned. He felt that the biggest mistake the developers made was not strictly limiting player behavior, otherwise the player reputation would have deteriorated to this extent.

However, given the imagination of today's players, even if restrictions on player behavior are increased, they will probably find ways to circumvent them and make their criminal acts highly artistic and imaginative.

"Hmm..." The nun squinted as she examined the powerful flying brick from head to toe. After seemingly using some rather professional method to assess it, her eyes lit up.

"You are indeed a noble hero, and even if we are wrong, we cannot deny that you are walking on the path of virtue!"

The nun raised her hand and began to sing as she spoke, drawing the attention of the surrounding believers and citizens, who looked at her with admiration as she watched the powerful brick-throwing.

"Your attitude has changed far too quickly."

Dali Feizhuan sighed helplessly. He didn't like the way NPCs looked at him with disdain, wariness, and fear, but he wasn't used to the complete reversal either.

However, since he was already in a good mood, he naturally wouldn't give up because of such a small matter.

"Give way, give way."

With a wave of his hand, Dali Feizhu chased the frail nuns away from the stove. It was a wonder that these nuns were dressed so warmly while cooking; weren't they afraid of fainting from the heat?

Anyway, he got the chef's job, so he might as well give it a try, considering the limited ingredients...

"Let's make Laba porridge."

After a series of clanging sounds, the powerful brick lifted the lid of the pot, and golden light burst forth, as if an angel's hymn was being sung.

With a powerful slap, he swatted away the angelic phantoms. While he was cooking, everything that could fly was a fly.

"Dinner's ready! Dinner's ready!" Dali Feizhuan tapped the pot lid with a slotted spoon, stealing the spotlight from the priest and nuns.

The nun and priest had no objections, as they were standing in line with their bowls.

Dali Feizhuan once had a dream: to become a kitchen grandpa when he got old and enjoy the pitiful little expressions of pretty young girls who wanted to eat more.

The reason it's "in the past" is because he has come to terms with reality: pretty young girls wouldn't serve themselves.

But now his dream has come true. The nuns are all quite pretty, just a bit thin, while the priest... is even better looking and thinner.

With a steady hand and shoulder, Dali scooped a large spoonful of Laba porridge for everyone. He had a sense of mission: wherever he was, no one should go hungry. Of course, the food from the church alone wouldn't be enough, but fortunately, he had obtained a considerable amount of food from Hermes' Traveling Hat in order to test his culinary skills, enough to at least ensure that the people in this area were well-fed.

As the pot gradually emptied, only a few people remained in the long queue.

A young man dressed as a traveler and a group of chattering little girls with white feather-like hair on their foreheads. The little girls had rosy and plump faces, sucking their fingers and drooling as they looked at the Laba porridge in the pot, while the young man looked exactly like a beggar traveler.

Dali Feizhuan silently scraped all the Laba porridge from the pot into several bowls and handed them to the little girls.

He looks like a single father who has suffered to support his daughters, making sure they are well-fed and clothed.

The young man watched Dali throw the brick, as if wondering how much of the brick-throwing act was real and how much was fake.

"A real man." Dali Feizhuan quietly gave the young man a thumbs up.

The young man suddenly covered his mouth and laughed silently, shrugging his shoulders to suppress the laughter, but he seemed unable to suppress it any longer and bent over.

A little girl holding a bowl of Laba porridge seemed unable to stand the young man's behavior any longer, so she lifted her foot and stepped on the young man's instep.

That merciless kick made the young man's body stiffen, and his suppressed laughter turned into an exaggerated, bard's song.

"Oh, generous and magnanimous young man, how can I thank you for feeding my disrespectful and heartless daughters?"

"No, I don't need it..."

"Unfortunately, I am penniless, and entrusting these fierce daughters to you is hardly a way of repaying you, so I am giving you this!"

The young man dodged his daughters' feet as if dancing, and with a whoosh, he pulled out a short, thick wooden stick and handed it to the man who was throwing bricks.

"Please accept my gift."

"What is this?" Dali Feizhuan took the small wooden stick, weighed it in his hand, and smelled it. "This is... a fragrance?"

“That’s right, this is incense, a stick of incense that can give you a sweet dream.” The young man put on a large hat, pulled the brim down, and only revealed the corner of his mouth with a mysterious smile.

"But this beautiful dream will end in tragedy because of human greed. Young man, would you like to hear its story?"

“…Let me guess.”

Dali Feizhuan twirled the incense in his hand, and a story came to him on the spot.

"The greedy merchants, or rather the pirates, let their greediest man dream of a dream filled with gold and silver treasures while burning incense, and the others entered that dream as a medium to obtain the treasure within."

"But the wealth in their dreams was too much for them to take. Until the incense burned out, they were forever lost in their dreams and could never get out."

"And the one who dreams, because people in dreams can never have a peaceful dream."

"Like that?"

The young man's mouth dropped open, and his mysterious hat fell to the ground.

"This story is better than mine!"

(End of this chapter)