The copy has 0 error tolerance, and the last words on the ground are all wrong for me.

Chapter 82 Self-destruction
Looking at Marty, who was holding his head with his hands and struggling madly inside, Wu Chang had the illusion that he had become the villain.

No way.

The one holding his head in front of him is a notorious pirate, a demon who enjoys torturing and torturing people, and an elite monster who brutally kills players.

He is a model worker loved by the townspeople, a town councilor appointed by the mayor and the sheriff himself, and a key player who is trying hard to save his rookie teammates.

No matter how you look at it, he is on the side of justice.

It’s bad. I’ve played Abyss games so many times that I’ve started to doubt myself.

Both Marty and Wu Chang fell into self-blame, but in the end it was Marty who came to his senses first. He raised his head and agreed to Wu Chang's request.

"Tell me what you want to know."

Wu Chang grinned and showed a bright smile, that's right.

You said you are a pirate, so why do you need to be loyal?

He took a deep breath and chose to start with a less sharp topic.

"Including you, there are many pirates in this town, and they are still attacking merchant ships."

Marty was silent for a moment, then replied, "Yes."

After seeing Marty's dungeon, this question is not difficult to guess.

In the small town of Briff, residents must abide by the rules, and hurting people is a serious crime.

Marty would never attack anyone in the town. The corpses in the dungeon must have come from outside the island.

Marty's method of executing the former postman is called Blood Eagle, a common method of execution used by pirates.

After eating the golden flying fish, the townspeople transform into mermen, and can correspond to the fully armed mermen in the other world who go out to sea on boats.

With several clues added together, the answer becomes clear.

But this is reasonable. After all, for the group of old white people on the island, burning, killing and looting are traditional skills, and the things of their ancestors cannot be lost.

Wu Chang shrugged, "Next question, the religion you believe in is not right."

Marty's eyes were a little evasive, and he regretted agreeing to cooperate with Wu Chang.

This kid's question is too sharp. Can't you ask something with a better answer? Even asking him where he hides the money he robbed as a pirate would be better than this.

But at this point, Marty sighed and said, "Yes."

"What do you believe in?"

"The Perception Sect advocates indulging desires, returning to nature, fully perceiving the world, and becoming one with the ocean."

Wu Chang nodded and asked, "Did Earl Jermaine bring the Perception Sect?"

Marty was a little confused. No, man, you know so much, why are you asking me? Why don’t you answer the question for me?

"who are you?"

"I'm just an ordinary person passing by. Don't waste your time. Is it or is it not?" Wu Chang asked.

Marty: “Yes.”

"I knew it."

From the moment the most important figure in the church, the Virgin Mary, lost her face and the bishop in the cathedral had his eyes sewn shut, he felt that there was something strange about the church that the townspeople believed in.

According to his understanding, the religion followed by the Kingdom of Ogri was very orthodox, so they would just hunt witches and scalp pagans, but rarely did anything like turning believers into fish-headed monsters.

The miracles on Brever Island clearly came from something else.

However, both the Golden Flying Fish and the other world are huge projects that cannot be hidden from the control freak Count who is known for his iron fist.

Then the answer is obvious, the Cult of Perception must have been brought by Count Germaine himself.

All the information was connected together bit by bit, leaving only the last two questions.

Wu Chang looked at Marty and asked again the question he had asked before he took action.

"Marty, tell me, what on earth was that dock where you executed the former mailman?"

Marty's expression was struggling, as if he was resisting the question.

Wu Chang continued to persuade him, "Marty, my questions are about to end. You only need to answer two or three more questions for me and you can be free again. But if you don't, all your answers to my questions will be in vain."

Marty grew up on an island and had never been exposed to sunk costs. He was instantly led astray, and the struggle in his eyes became even stronger.

Wu Chang took advantage of the victory and took out a golden flying fish from his personal space. "If you tell me, it will be yours. I know that those who have enjoyed the grace of God cannot resist its wonderful taste."

The appearance of the golden flying fish was the last straw that broke the camel's back, and Marty's addiction to fishing was instantly aroused.

As a perceptual believer who indulges in desires, Marty faithfully follows the teachings and succumbs to his own desires.

“That pier is a past that we don’t want to face but cannot get rid of.”

Wu Chang frowned and said impatiently: "Don't be a riddler, translate it into human language."

"That's what we used to do as pirates."

"Once, you mean not now?"

"Ah."

Wu Chang touched his chin and asked, "Why?"

Marty's eyelids twitched. "No reason."

Wu Chang shrugged and didn't care about Marty's temporary resistance. They still had a lot of time and Marty would eventually come to his senses.

"How do I get into that dock?"

Marty: "I'll take you in when you fulfill your promise."

Wu Chang patted Marty on the shoulder and brought out the oven from behind. He roasted the golden flying fish until it sizzled, and used cardboard to fan the crazy aroma towards Marty, and continued to ask:
"One last question. After you answer this question, you can eat fish, sing songs, and face your new life."

Marty stared at the grilled fish and urged, "Ask!"

Wu Chang: "Where is the Saint?"

Marty: “…”

Wu Chang: “?”

What do you mean? You urged me to ask quickly, but you didn't tell me after I asked. That's a bit too much.

He asked tentatively: "Did you do this?"

"No!" Marty yelled.

Wu Chang was frightened and trembled. "Why are you yelling so loudly? Are you feeling guilty?"

Speaking of the saint, Marty, who had just succumbed to desire, regained the upper hand over reason.

He turned his head and closed his eyes, trying not to look at the grilled fish.

Wu Chang could be sure that even if he asked Marty about the secrets of his wife and children, in his previous state, he would tell him everything without reservation.

But when it came to the saint, he held back.

What do you mean?
Marty suddenly turned his head and looked at Wu Chang again.

Just when Wu Chang thought Marty had figured it out, Marty suddenly asked, "Didn't you just ask me how to get into that dock?"

"I'll take you there now."

After saying that, Wu Chang felt the floor beneath his feet begin to tilt, like a rotating trash can lid, and the entire floor flipped 180 degrees.

By the time the ground beneath their feet became stable again, the two had arrived at Fishman Wharf.

The rotting wooden dock, the bloody sea breeze, and the bronze statue of Count Jermaine with cold stone resentment.

All the elements were present, and it was exactly the Fishman Wharf that Wu Chang had seen in his resentment.

After entering the Fishman Wharf, Marty's flesh and blood began to disintegrate. The pieces of flesh that fell to the ground turned into red sea fish, which scattered in all directions and jumped into the sea from the pier.

"I can't attack you, but they can!"

After Marty said this, his whole body completely collapsed.

The next moment, dense bubbles emerged from the sea around the dock, and fish-headed monsters broke through the water and leaped onto the deck.

Looking at the changes in front of him, Wu Chang's true self scratched his head and said to himself:
"Not really. I just want to ask you a question. Is it worth it to blow yourself up with me?"

After saying this, he took out the "Postman's Delivery Package" from his personal space and hung it on his body, while activating the Ocean Clan Transformation, transforming into a five-meter-tall sea giant.

He twisted his neck left and right, making a series of crisp sound of joints.

"No one told me that we would have so much fish tonight."

(End of this chapter)