The Monster is Coming

Chapter 430 The Wondrous Use of Intimidation, The Voice of Soul Empowerment

Neverland.

Stardust and pollen drifted in the breeze.

The explorer sat cross-legged in front of more than ten strange musicians, recounting his experiences during his adventure.

This is an attempt.

He hoped that musicians from other ethnic groups could use music to depict the artistic conception he desired.

"On my journey, I once saw a city that nestled against an ancient giant tree. I stood at a distance and looked up. The tree's canopy was like a jade dome. Sunlight filtered through the layers of emerald leaves, filtering into soft beams of light. Dust motes floated under the canopy..."

Before he finished speaking, the thin wings of the Wind Whisperer "Song" trembled slightly.

It emitted a series of rustling sounds that gradually increased in intensity, like the soft rustling of leaves rubbing against the treetops in a gentle breeze.

The explorer's eyes lit up, and he immediately began to guide the way:

"Yes, that's the sound of the wind, but please make it gentler, like a greeting from afar, ringing in my ears."

Yong closed her eyes and adjusted the frequency of her wing flapping.

The sound became increasingly ethereal, slowly spreading through the air.

At this moment, the vines wrapped around Qingxiu of the vine spirit clan swayed without wind, making a fine rustling sound that intertwined with the sound of the wind.

"Not enough." The explorer shook his head slightly.
"This city exudes a strong sense of life. It is a city where greenery and life coexist harmoniously. I need music that has vitality."

Xige of the Tide Clan seemed to have grasped something. She softly hummed a melody without lyrics, like the morning mist that permeated everything. Her ethereal voice seeped into the gaps between the sound of the wind and the rustling of leaves, weaving them together perfectly.

They intertwine to form a hazy, beautiful scene seen from a distant perspective.

"Yes, that's it." The explorer leaned forward excitedly:
"Please maintain this tone, Elder Stone Hammer. Could you please add some steady, deep-rooted pulse, like the roots of an ancient tree firmly planted in the earth?"

Elder Stonehammer gently tapped the carapace on his chest with pliers, producing a low "thump-thump" sound.

With a reassuring sense of weight, it steadily supported the other ethereal tones.

The explorers listened to this nascent movement and continued to describe it with language:

"Now, imagine the dancing dust particles within the pillar of light..."

Yong immediately understood and added a shimmering high note to the continuous background wind sound.

Different voices began to merge under the guidance of the explorers.

At this moment, the explorer felt like a director of hearing, coordinating the balance between the various parts of the sound.

Although it's still a bit different from the music I wanted, it's already a very good start.

He could easily understand the specific reasons.

Creators must first enter into his story in order to have an emotional connection with him.

Specific techniques can be honed, but the touch of the soul must be felt personally.

The performance at this moment was more of a technical coordination based on his verbal guidance than a genuine outpouring of emotion.

This question has also made the explorers ponder deeply.

I realized that relying solely on verbal descriptions was far from sufficient to achieve emotional resonance.

Words can outline a shape, but they cannot convey the warmth of sunlight on tree bark, nor can they reproduce the fragrance of flowers carried by the wind.

It also prevents them from truly experiencing the awe they felt when they first saw the city.

It seems there's only one way to solve this core problem: take them on an adventure.

Turn descriptions into firsthand experiences.

But this is obviously unrealistic.

Putting aside the fact that these alien beings cannot use their own spatial node teleportation array.

Even if they could use it, they wouldn't go there.

Only the players can adventure carefree in the monster world; even those powerful demigods find it difficult to do so.

For these alien creatures of the Azure Star Sea, leaving their relatively safe settlements and venturing into the unknown is essentially a high-stakes gamble with their lives at stake.

Even for him, exploring unknown environments meant certain death.

If one cannot even guarantee their own safety, how can they shoulder the responsibility of protecting this group of precious musicians?

Inviting them to come along is tantamount to sending them to their doom.

Inviting the group of musicians in front of him to embark on an adventure at this moment is tantamount to telling them: Come on, let's go to the underworld.

Then he turned back halfway, but the musicians were left behind on their way to the underworld.

The idea flashed through the explorer's mind for a moment, but was then decisively abandoned.

As for the display of the video footage, it can be done through guidance and authorization.

Show them the stunning footage you recorded.

However, the video recordings don't offer the same first-person perspective experience as the players.

The light screen display to the public is more like watching television; it doesn't provide a truly immersive, personal experience.

The core problem is that the journey itself is missing.

He recalled the first time he saw the city of giant trees.

After a long and arduous 13-day trek, traversing a miasma forest filled with the stench of decay, and having dealt with bloodthirsty creatures lurking in the shadows several times, I was utterly exhausted... when I parted a thick layer of vines.

The magnificent city, bathed in the setting sun and surrounded by ancient giant trees, suddenly appeared in his field of vision without warning.

The awe and emotion of that moment stemmed not only from the magnificence of the city itself, but also from the journey itself.

All the previous hardships and perseverance laid the emotional foundation for this scene.

This makes the beauty all the more touching.

Showing them the video footage directly is like only showing them the last page of the story.

Although the visuals are gorgeous, they fail to convey the emotions I want to express.

He imagined that in the future, there would be a player who would walk the same path he had walked.

After overcoming numerous hardships, I finally stood before that city.

When the same shock rises in the hearts of the other, the music and words of "Poetry of Scenery" just happen to play.

From the explorer's perspective, this is the most perfect experience.

He didn't want to be perfunctory in creating the content.

If you're going to do it, you have to do it to the best of your ability.

But the problem remains: how to convey the emotions that have been adequately built up to these musicians from other ethnic groups.

If videos and text don't work, what other ways are there to convey emotions?
As his thoughts raced, the explorer's expression suddenly froze.

Inspiration flashed through his mind like lightning.

He suddenly remembered the special ability he had spent a lot of money to acquire last time: Intimidation.

He had seen in-depth analyses of this ability from research experts on the forum.

The post was written in great detail, clearly pointing out that the essence of "intimidation" is not simply a matter of intimidation.

Rather, it is a highly condensed emotional potential energy.

It transforms the user's strong emotions, will, and even beliefs into a force field that can be perceived by the outside world, influencing other living beings within its range.

For example, the sense of cowardice he came to understand.

The principle is to share his deep-seated desire to avoid fighting with other living beings around him, so that they are also affected by the same emotions, thereby losing their will to fight and retreating on their own.

Similarly, if anger is transformed into oppressive force, it becomes a raging domain that incinerates everything.

By transforming courage into authority, one can forge an unbreakable bulwark of conviction.

Thinking of this, the explorer's breathing became rapid.

Since feelings of cowardice can be shared.

So, can the shock and emotion in one's heart, the hardships of the journey, and the bittersweet feeling of finally witnessing a miracle be transmitted to them through pressure?

This idea was groundbreaking.

If possible, he could directly infuse his emotions into the hearts of musicians from other ethnic groups without relying on any language or images.

He will become the story itself, a conductor of emotions.

At that moment, the explorer seemed to see a brand new door slowly opening before him.

This seemingly useless pressure system, in the eyes of other players, might actually be the key to perfecting "Fengwu Shi".

"Brother Guide, do you think my idea is feasible?"

When faced with a problem, the explorer turned to look at the water sphere of guidance floating beside him and asked the question that had been bothering him.

[It's certainly feasible. The pressure system is essentially an emotional system. Although the pressure you comprehend tends to express cowardice, other emotions can also be released through the pressure system; it's just that these emotions cannot form substantial power.]

"I do not understand."

[Simply put, having a pressure system is equivalent to having a switch that allows you to actively release your emotions. However, the nature of the power output from this switch depends on how well the emotions themselves align with your personality and other aspects.]

You have completely mastered the power of cowardice; it resonates deeply with your nature. This emotion has become a force for you, capable not only of conveying feelings but also of substantially interfering with the mind of your target, even solidifying into an impact that causes physical harm.

The emotions of shock and感动 (moved/touched) that you want to convey are profound experiences for you, but not the emotional power you possess.

Therefore, you can use the pressure system as a switch to transmit these emotions in their original form, allowing the recipient to experience your emotions as if they were there. However, this transmitted emotion cannot be transformed into a substantial impact like cowardice; at most, it stops at emotional resonance and cannot interfere with reality.

If you simply want to release emotions, that's perfectly fine. However, during the release process, you need to recall those emotions. It requires using your own memory as a medium for transmission; unlike cowardice or intimidation, you can't release emotions at any time without being connected to the current emotion.

After hearing the explanation of the guide, the explorer clenched his fist excitedly:
"Thank you, Brother Guidance."

Ignoring the instructions, she slowly closed her eyes.

The eager explorers took a deep breath and closed their eyes.

With my mind free of distractions, I replay a cherished memory from my exploration in my mind.

That was in his early years, high in the sky above the "Land of the Sun," where he piloted a rudimentary flying vehicle through an endless sea of ​​clouds.

Below is a rolling expanse of pure white, and above is a clear, deep blue sky.

In this profound stillness, a massive shadow suddenly rose from beneath the primordial clouds, tearing through the white sea of ​​clouds.

It was a giant dragon in the clouds.

Its pure white body seemed to be woven from ethereal clouds, and its scales reflected the sunlight.

The portion that emerges from the sea of ​​clouds alone is larger than a mountain.

With a slow flap of its wings, it stirred up a violent gust of air, as if the ruler of the sky were surveying its territory.

The impact of that moment on him was indescribable; it was more like a shock from the depths of his soul.

The emotions I felt at that time resurfaced from the depths of my heart as memories washed over me.

He triggered the pressure system at that moment.

Guided by memories of that time, and through the switch of emotions, it pushes towards the foreign musicians in front of me.

Instantly, invisible ripples spread out.

But Xige, who was standing in front of him, suddenly trembled, her azure eyes widened instantly, and her mouth opened slightly, as if the magnificent scene at that time was reflected in her eyes.

She instinctively took a half step back, covered her mouth with her hand, and let out a gasp followed by a trembling gasp. Immediately afterward, the Wind Whisperer's suspended body swayed, and the thin wings on its back stopped vibrating at a high frequency.

With a "plop," he fell from the sky, and like Xige, a look of shock appeared on his face.

Even the seemingly composed Elder Stone Hammer unconsciously tightened his giant pincers, as if trying to grab onto something to prevent himself from falling.

In fact, they did not see any specific images, but at that moment, overwhelming emotions permeated their bodies and were directly imprinted on their hearts.

What they felt was the same shock that came from the explorers' fleeting glimpse of the behemoth appearing in the clouds.

The explorer slowly opened his eyes and saw the shocked expressions on the faces of the foreign musicians, and a surge of joy welled up in his heart.

The transmission of emotions was truly achieved through the pressure system.

Just then, the elegant Tide Clan songstress "Xige" suddenly took a deep breath, her blue eyes widening as she let out a gasp that was utterly contrary to her image:
"Holy crap, that's huge!"

The crisp, melodious tone, coupled with the simple and blunt exclamation, seemed to freeze the air at that moment.

The explorer's expression immediately turned extremely awkward.

Because that was exactly the exclamation he made when he saw the dragon in the clouds.

It is evident that after the emotions are conveyed, even the words that are spoken at that moment become the other person's spontaneous reaction and are perfectly replicated.

As the emotions subsided like the tide, Xige and the other alien members gradually came to their senses.

Their faces showed confusion and bewilderment, and they all turned their gazes toward the explorer.

Xige's cheeks flushed slightly, as if she felt a little embarrassed about her earlier lapse in composure.

The explorer suppressed his embarrassment, knowing that he had to provide an explanation at this moment.

He cleared his throat and spoke earnestly:

"Please don't be confused. What you just felt was an emotion I personally experienced. This is a special ability of mine that allows me to share the intense feelings I remember with you directly without causing you any harm. Its sole purpose is to help us create better."

He glanced around at the crowd, a hint of anticipation in his eyes:
"Now, please stop thinking about what methods I used and try to capture the feeling of that moment, that tremor in the depths of your soul when facing a magnificent existence beyond imagination. I hope you can express this shock in your own way."

Upon hearing this, all the creatures of various races nodded in agreement and began to prepare their emotions.

Xige tilted her head slightly, closed her eyes, and savored that emotion.

Then, a humming melody flowed from her throat.

The singing was still ethereal, but it had gained a depth and resonance that it hadn't possessed before.

The singing seemed to imitate the perspective of that giant dragon in the clouds, overlooking the sea of ​​clouds and all living beings.

The Wind Whisperer's wings vibrated, emitting a humming sound that was full of oppressive force.

It simulates the invisible power of a giant beast stirring up clouds and air currents when it flaps its wings.

Elder Stonehammer also changed the rhythm of his strikes, the giant pincers slowly rubbing against each other, producing a metallic friction sound with a strong sense of space, as if depicting the suffocating weight brought by the massive body crushing the sky.

The other invited members from other races also spoke up.

This time, music is no longer just a collection of techniques.

Every note seemed to grow naturally from the shared emotional memories just now.

The explorer stood among them, listening to the nascent symphony, and finally a smile of satisfaction appeared on his face.

At this moment, the Explorer's live stream room was already flooded with a torrent of excited comments.

"Holy crap, can the pressure system be used like this? The freedom in the monster world is too high. It's really all-powerful, you can do whatever you want."

"Explorer is awesome! As a member of the exploration party, I'm really looking forward to your creation of the landscape poem."

"I got goosebumps. The humming by the Tide Tribe girl just now suddenly became so vivid."

"As expected of the Explorer I've been a fan of for two years, you're improving the gaming experience for all players. Perhaps only in your live stream can we feel that games, besides fighting and killing, also have an art that touches the soul. Here's your pocket money, keep working hard for your dad (donation: 1 point of sacrificial power)."

"Please update the Poems of Scenery soon! I can't wait to explore the world with the background music. Don't worry if you don't have enough Sacrifice Points, I'll help you (Reward: 1000 Sacrifice Points)."

"You've really figured out how to use the pressure system. No wonder you're a man with perfect compatibility. I'm impressed (bowing sincerely).

Countless exclamations and praises, like celebratory fireworks, scrolled wildly across the live stream screen.

All the audience members witnessed the completion of the most difficult piece of the puzzle in the process of perfecting "Poetic Scenery".

The explorer smiled broadly, then gave a thumbs-up in the direction of the water balloon, responding to the thunderous cheers from the live stream audience.

After this melody ended, he chose to continue composing.

He took a deep breath and looked at the foreign musician in front of him:

"Now, let's continue to capture the soul of the next scene."

After speaking, he closed his eyes and once again unleashed his oppressive aura.

This time, he conveyed not shock, but a vastness within ultimate tranquility.

In this memory, he sat on the edge of a snowy winter plain.

Beneath me lay lush green grass, and beyond my sight stretched the "Origin Snow Mountain," a snow-covered plain in the dead of winter.

Like a sleeping giant, it flows with a cool glow under the night sky.

At the summit of the snow-capped mountain, an unobstructed, dazzling Milky Way stretches out.

It seemed as if it could be reached out and touched, yet it was so distant that it inspired awe.

When this emotion, a mixture of loneliness, tranquility, and longing for vastness, enveloped the foreign musician.

The tone they were conveying suddenly changed.

In Xige's humming, the previous grandeur and remoteness disappeared, replaced by a pure and ethereal tone, as if it wanted to merge into the distant galaxy.

The wind whisperer's wings began to vibrate slowly, changing to a low-frequency tremor.

It simulates the background sound of complete silence on a snow-covered plain.

Elder Stonehammer's giant pincers struck the carapace only once every long while, producing a clear and long echo.

Each strike seemed to add a dimension of time to this silence.

No verbal guidance from the explorer is required at all.

A melodious tune, belonging to extreme cold, starry sky, and snow-capped mountains, naturally flowed out.

The explorer, who was listening, couldn't help but nod.

This was exactly the music he wanted. When emotions resonated, the musician from another ethnic group was able to fully express what he wanted to say.

Overwhelmed with emotion, he immediately began the next memory after the first melody ended.

This time, he conveyed the emotional memories.

He stood atop the mountain peak, gazing into the distance at the enormous crater that had been blasted into the earth by some immense force countless years ago.

As time passed, the pit had long since filled with water and become a lake.

Like a deep blue eye embedded in the earth, it silently gazes at the sky.

Upon receiving the emotions of the alien race, the musical style changed drastically.

Xige's humming took on a new quality, as if questioning that lost history.

The sound of the wind became an echo in the wilderness, mimicking the air currents flowing through the giant pit...

Next comes the third memory.

This feeling is related to the joy of achievement.

He led the alien musicians, following his memories, "back" to the cave filled with energy crystals, surrounded by glittering minerals.

This memory records the racing heartbeat he experienced when he discovered the wealth.

The sounds released by musicians from various ethnic groups instantly transformed into a lively rhythm.

Xige's humming sounded like a dancing elf, Yong's released wind was lively and cheerful, and Elder Shichui used his carapace to strike out a joyful rhythm for celebration.

Three melodies, three completely different emotions and landscapes, were all perfectly translated into musical notes through the pressure system.

In their next creative endeavor, the explorers began recording music.

These pieces of music, which resonated with my soul, were recorded into poems about nature and scenery.

Someday in the future, a player will revisit the path he once walked and stand in the place that once awed him.

A new chapter of poetry about nature will emerge in response to the occasion.

Time flies by during the creative process.

As night fell, the stardust flowers' light gradually dimmed in the brightening sky.

The exhausted foreign musicians, filled with awe and carrying a box of basic potions, departed one after the other.

The explorer was left all alone in the empty field.

But there was no sign of fatigue on his face, and his eyes sparkled with excitement.

Sitting on the ground, gazing at the outline of Dream Island awakening under the golden light of the sun, my heart was filled with emotion.

Looking back, when he spent his sacrificial power to purchase the oppressive aura, he felt somewhat unwilling and even humiliated.

The entire live stream was filled with joking and teasing.

Because he is suited to a "weak and cowardly situation".

But he still chose to buy it.

This is to provide an extra means of survival during the perilous journey of exploration, to better mitigate risks, and to support him in going further.

He never imagined that this pressure system would make him lose face in the live broadcast room.

It actually solved the biggest problem for him in creating landscape poems.

Isn't this also a kind of exploration and discovery?

However, he was no longer exploring unknown areas on the map, but rather the unknown territories of emotional expression.

The pressure system transformed into an artistic brush in his hands, allowing him to directly "paint" the landscapes and emotions deep within his heart that he could not describe in words into the hearts of his listeners.

This unexpected surprise, like a visual wonder discovered during an exploration, truly thrilled him.

The morning breeze was slightly cool, but it couldn't dispel the burning passion in his heart.

At this time, he also had a brand new inspiration.

Since the pressure system can act as an emotional carrier, it can transmit other emotions.

Is it possible to start with "cowardice and intimidation" and forge a unique path of intimidation that belongs to oneself?

The current state of weakness can only be addressed by the system's preset intimidation modes.

If one actively creates and weaves together all the flavors he has tasted on his long journey.

For example, the emotion of witnessing a miracle for the first time, the hardship of being on the verge of despair, the ecstasy of discovering a secret treasure, the vastness of history... all these rich and intense emotions are transformed into emotional colors and integrated into one's own system of intimidation.

At that time, his intimidation will no longer be a simple "weakness".

It will become a colorful canvas that belongs only to him, carrying all the memories and emotions of his journey.

The excited explorer promptly shared his ideas with the viewers in the live stream.

The following two comments were quickly liked and pinned:
"Your idea is good, so... what's the point? You want to let the monsters blocking your way experience the scenery along the way, touch their hearts, and then kill them?"

"The Butterfly says: 'Your scenery is amazing, but that doesn't stop me from slapping you across the face. Cry louder, I can't hear you (Your Butterfly Grandpa is here.jpg)'"

　I've updated early today, up to 6500 words!
　　
　
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