Players’ NPC daddy

Chapter 987 What kind of game is reality
Greenland was typing away on the virtual keyboard. The team battle she had been looking forward to was ruined. She felt particularly lonely wandering alone, so she started sending messages to harass her group members.

Unfortunately, everyone seemed to have encountered the enemy and no one answered.

"A truly strong person should chat while fighting!"

Greenland waved her fists twice at the void, and then they soon became weak again. Her finger poked at a dialog box.

It was from the Ripper. The content of their recent chats had been extremely businesslike. She started off by saying she was not feeling well, as if she was looking for an excuse to chat, and the Ripper would reply seriously, which made her feel a little embarrassed. She could only reply with an emoticon, and then there was no follow-up.

If the Ripper said jokingly, "Are you trying to get the expert number for free?", she would be so embarrassed that she would be fidgeting.

But the Ripper would have said that before, and she would have had the nerve to admit it.

At that time, they had not met offline yet, and their chats were more casual.

Greenland scrolled forward and read the conversation, a smile unconsciously forming on his face, as if he had returned to that time in the past.

"Reality...what kind of game is it?"

In the past, Greenland would bluntly call it a rubbish game because it was cool, but as she gets older, she would say it seriously.

It is a game that depends on the players. When you are happy, you will feel surprised even if you are hit by bird droppings and take photos as a souvenir. When you are in a bad mood, you will respond to the thoughtful concern of your family with a bad attitude.

Greenland missed the happy times, so that she wouldn't feel uneasy and impatient when looking at the chat content. She deleted and wrote some words again, but she couldn't send them out. Finally, she just sent an emoticon package.

Before she knew it, she pressed the send button, and an expression ended her private chat with the Ripper today.

While she was frantically trying to withdraw the emoticon, the Ripper had already replied.

[While sneaking, there is a sudden buzzing sound]

Greenland typed in a lot of text almost reflexively. It was a bunch of nonsense mixed with a lot of dirty jokes, but just as she was about to press send, the Ripper's face flashed before her eyes and her hand stopped.

Then she deleted the words with some fear.

But if she didn't say anything, it seemed like she was just harassing him, so she pretended to be concerned about the situation of other group members.

[I think Claire is a little dangerous. She seems to always be playing the supporting role in team battles.]

"Claire is the one you don't have to worry about the least. In some ways, she is a bit like a little angel." Greenland breathed a sigh of relief, and his tone became much more relaxed.

"Haven't you heard that those artists are somewhat mystical? Claire is that type. When she fights alone, she's basically like a puppet being manipulated, or an octopus or something. Her attacks are completely random and extremely difficult to deal with."

【Why is it difficult to deal with? 】

"Because when I first saw that thing, I thought I had run into a special monster. I chased it for a whole month before I realized it was a player."

"Isn't this the same treatment as mine?"

The Ripper had a smile on his face as he used the dagger in his hand to slash the neck of an evil player, splattering blood all over his face.

The special skills of the [Ripper] series can turn the blood splashed on your body into a special outfit and gain corresponding bonuses.

If underage players see it, they will probably see a bunch of mosaics.

The Ripper could see the cautiousness between the lines of Greenland's words. If possible, he hoped that Greenland could be more casual, but after meeting offline, Greenland has been like this.

To be honest… this was his fault, and hemorrhoid surgery wasn’t a good opportunity to meet anyway.

But the chainsaw demon was very calm at that time, probably because the chainsaw demon was the one sitting next to him watching the hemorrhoid surgery, and he was the one standing next to him giving instructions. But after recognizing each other, the chainsaw demon shamelessly asked him to do it himself, and cut his own as well.

"Oh...what on earth was I thinking?"

The Ripper ripped open a demon's belly with a ripping sound. This level of bloody and violent scene was completely harmonized and directly turned into floating illusory blocks and dropped objects.

The evil player next to him was chattering something, but the Ripper didn't hear a word he said. He just threw the dagger in his hand into the evil player's forehead.

The Ripper reflected on his own behavior, but it was somewhat due to Greenland's own problems. As a host, Greenland never met with the No. 1 on the list.

But the Ripper was glad for this, because he felt a little bad when he thought about Greenland meeting his former No. 1.

"Is it better to do a head examination or a heart endoscopy?"

While the Ripper was daydreaming, he sent away all the evil players, and finally only one demon was left.

"Tell me, what does your base look like?"

"Ghost, only a ghost would..." The demon wanted to say something stubborn, but the Ripper's face, which sometimes smiled, sometimes frowned, and sometimes had no expression, was too scary.

"It's a shipwreck, a shipwreck under the cliff!"

"Thank you for your cooperation." The Ripper stabbed the demon with one more blow, completing the harvest. He then sent the message to the chat group.

Cliffs and shipwrecks, these two elements are extremely rare.

Greenland sent an emoticon of praise, and a smile broke out on the Ripper's face again, but it quickly sank again.

Greenland stopped chatting with him and the conversation was interrupted.

According to recent developments, until the next time Greenland finds a topic to discuss official business, this dialog box will not send out the vibrations that make him itch.

The Ripper poked at the dialog box. Greenland's mind was much simpler than he thought. He knew what Greenland was thinking, so he was in a dilemma and didn't know what to do.

"Wait until...next time there's a chance."

The Ripper sighed weakly and walked forward dejectedly.

At the same time, Mammon was packing his things carelessly. Although he had gotten everything he wanted, he was still a man of professional ethics.

We promised to give it to this group of players, so of course we have to give it to them.

After all, this game will be forced to shut down soon, so at least let these players see what he promised before that.

Click——

Mammon turned around and looked towards the source of the sound. It was the Bandit King.

The real name of the Bandit King is... he can't remember. He really has no interest in this game, and of course he is not good at remembering the names of NPCs.

"You haven't turned into a monster yet?" he asked as usual, and this time the Bandit King answered him.

"I won't turn into a monster."

(End of this chapter)