Players’ NPC daddy

Chapter 951 The One Who Knows Everything

After a brief pause, the penguin realized the seriousness of the problem.

Simply put, the player became a member of the game maker. He had in his hands two-thirds of the design drawings of World B, and they were extremely detailed, even accurate to the placement of each stone.

This is a pretty serious matter, as it means that two-thirds of that side of the world becomes custom-made for that player.

This world is right there, allowing players to experience it and record data at will. The sense of unknown is what attracts players the most.

Even if you have walked on a road, the next time you walk on it, the road will look brand new due to the changes in the surrounding environment. Not to mention that after the earth-shaking event, even the direction and location will change, which has almost infinite possibilities.

The key to the problem is that the player created the [Feng Shui Master] system tree, which means that the player probably strictly adhered to the [Feng Shui] design when making the map, and Feng Shui is a subject that will guide the development of events to a certain extent.

A player who is proficient in Feng Shui and has the blueprint can predict to some extent what will happen on the map in the future.

It is possible and can be done because geniuses designed it that way.

They don't register an ordinary player's account and go to play for this reason. They can't ignore the fact that they can use Feng Shui to infer where the probability of obtaining special tasks is higher.

The geniuses completed the design of [Feng Shui], just waiting for players to use their imagination to make inferences based on the terrain.

Even if players really find out that they can do this and try it, there is nothing to worry about. Players do not have accurate data on the internal structure, and even if they use Feng Shui to speculate, it will be like a lottery, with only a 65% success rate.

But if it is that player, or the geniuses themselves, the success rate will be as high as 90%.

This is basically semi-cracked game.

If it were a novel about cultivating immortals, then the player would be the one who saw through the secrets of heaven, and the gods were on their way to silence him.

In front of an extremely familiar black van, the penguin was sweating profusely, because the van looked too familiar.

"Are we really going to do this? I feel like we're treading a little bit on the legal edge."

"Just don't go in." Cook put on gloves skillfully. Even though they were lace gloves that matched her Gothic look, Penguin knew that Cook never wore anything that would affect the touch of her fingers because of work.

The only decoration for fingers in the kitchen was black nail polish, so wearing gloves now seemed like a preparation for not leaving fingerprints when committing a crime later.

"What exactly are we going to do?"

"What?" The boss snorted coldly, using the coldest tone and the most servile words, "Of course, we are going to ask that player to sell the data to us. What else can we do?"

"Why do I feel... like you didn't do this before." Penguin scratched the back of his head, feeling unpleasant.

"We are no longer the young and frivolous people we were back then. There are so many players waiting for us to serve us, how can we do something that would put us at risk again?"

"You guys have really committed crimes before!?"

For some reason, the geniuses fell silent and turned away from Penguin's sight. Penguin felt more and more that there was something unspeakable going on.

Then the penguin suddenly realized.

"...Ah~ It's the one who's still tied up. We have to be more careful next time."

Penguin rubbed the back of his head and figured everything out, so he stopped worrying about it and started to do the hard labor, moving the large and small packages of gifts into the car.

Some of them were too heavy, and the boxes marked with cakes made people wonder if they were filled with gold bars like in the TV series. Seeing the penguin's serious look, the boss couldn't help but exclaimed at the kitchen utensils.

"That thing is so useful. He actually doesn't remember anything."

"I think he hypnotized himself and told himself not to think about it." Cooking Utensils curled his lips and took out a helmet. "Just in case, you should take this with you."

"Ah, right."

The penguin turned her head suddenly as if she remembered something, and the kitchen appliance immediately hid the helmet under her skirt and clamped the helmet between her legs.

The feeling of the cool helmet against the inside of his thigh made Kitchenware gasp.

"Originally, how did you plan to deal with the vertical hell environment? There is nothing there."

"Of course, I'll use [Repair Vertical Hell] as a long-term activity to allow players to repair it. Of course, there will also be the death of whale-fall monsters, etc. Of course, the best ending I set before was to be submerged by the sea water of World F."

"At that time, we were more fascinated by deep-sea exploration."

"It's a good thing we failed." Penguin no longer wanted to complain about how many evil things the geniuses had done, and fortunately, the players always surpassed what the geniuses had imagined.

"Drip-drip-"

A horn honked from behind the black van, sounding like the voice was expressing dissatisfaction with the black van occupying the sidewalk.

The geniuses moved in an instant. They rushed into the black van and slammed the door.

Apparently, things like [vehicle disputes] are still quite scary for geniuses.

"Sorry, sorry, we'll move the car right away." Penguin apologized and walked towards the driver's seat, but suddenly he was stunned by his reflection in the car window.

He had a badge with a [G] on his chest. What did that mean? It meant that he was a formal employee of a gaming company that had almost completed a monopoly and owned a large industrial park. Where was the sidewalk here?
Could it be an assassination?
Penguin subconsciously pulled off his belt and wrapped it around his fist.

He approached slowly and calmly, and saw a bicycle parked behind the black van.

Assassins these days are really simple.

"Don't be so nervous, I'm just here to deliver something."

A lazy voice came from the back of a black van, and then a courier package was placed on the ground.

The moment the penguin's eyes were attracted by the express package, the person behind the black van rode away slowly. The penguin immediately chased after him, but found that he could only see the back of his figure.

"What a master! He was able to catch my weakness."

Penguin focused his attention on the express package, picked it up and weighed it twice, and after opening it, he found that it was a hard drive with "Design Drawing" written on it.

"Ha, it was actually intercepted." Penguin smiled helplessly, turned over the hard drive in his hand, and found a letter stuck on the back.

There was only one simple sentence in it.

"This world doesn't necessarily require the collection of totem incarnations. It seems that it can be restored through the principles of Qiankun Bagua... What does this mean?"

(End of this chapter)