Copy of the reckless man: I can see the status bar

A trace of blood and tears seeped out of the corners of Liu Linan's eyes, and he suddenly became excited.

What he had experienced in these few days had exceeded what he had experienced in the past few decades of his life, and the stimulation was too great.

After witnessing his companion killing another companion with his own hands, his emotions were almost broken, and the negative emotions that had accumulated for a long time were completely detonated at this moment.

"I know I'm not very smart, and I don't understand a lot of things. I've only been able to do odd jobs, and following behind you can only be a drag, but...but...but you can't deny the little bit of life I have."

His voice suddenly became softer, and it was unclear whether he was speaking to Lu Wenwu or to himself.

"Even if it is so desperate that it makes people sick at the sight of it"

"There has never been any superpower, no savior, and no hope buried deep in the darkness. They are just fantasies of self-comfort before death."

Lu Wenwu looked at him like this and sighed softly.

Liu Linan’s situation is completely different from Wang Banxian’s.

Wang Banxian is a player, and Lu Wenwu has already verified it and confirmed that his and others’ cultivation has not been sealed.

It's just that the main body fell into a deep sleep somewhere else, and the consciousness was carried by a digital soul edited by a fragment of soul, which "created" a body in this world that matched the cognition in memory.

But Liu Linan and Lu Wenwu didn't dare to bet whether he had a so-called real body like them.

He speculated that there were only two possibilities for the outside world.

First, the main body falls into a deep sleep, and the consciousness is uploaded to the server to continue a new life.

Second, the main body has died, and the consciousness has been uploaded to the server to forcibly continue life, just like in the American TV series "Upload".

If it is the former, Lu Wenwu only needs to "force wake him up" using the same method he used on Wang Banxian.

The reality constructed by illusion can, to a certain extent, be replicated by the "reality" simulated by the illusion itself.

Perhaps the people who created this world could not have imagined that there would be a bug-level law like the Law of Dreams in the world, and that some people who came in have cultivated it to perfection.

Even if the dream rules at the perfect level are not as good as the programmers in the outside world who type codes with keyboards, they are at least equivalent to half a GM.

Now that Lu Wenwu has realized the truth about the world, he cannot forcibly modify the various parameters in the world, but it is not difficult to accurately find the programs that already exist in this world and use them.

Simply put, it is to use magic to defeat magic, and to use the existing rules of this world to fight against the rules.

Therefore, for Lu Wenwu now, the operation of forcing his consciousness to pop out can be done with his hands.

It is just like finding the program hidden inside the world from the densely packed startup items on the console, and forcing it to run by disguising it as an administrator using the rules of dreams.

But if Liu Linan's situation belongs to the latter, then it would be a bit troublesome.

Lu Wenwu couldn't even tell whether he was a consciousness copied through Liu Linan's past memories and relying on computing power, or Liu Linan's true consciousness.

"Old Liu, I'm not denying your life. I'm just trying to help you find your lost life." Lu Wenwu said seriously, "You are not a man-made product. You have a real life. It's just that someone erased your memory."

"Are kings, princes, generals and ministers of different species? You are not born inferior to others, and those business leaders standing at the top of the city are not nobler than you. It's just that someone took advantage of this world to do the wrong thing and created the twisted city of sin, Coconut Juice City."

"Me? Real life?"

Liu Linan stopped his hysterics and smiled a smile that was uglier than crying.

He pointed at himself with his already somewhat defective mechanical prosthesis, his face full of self-mockery.

"Am I worthy?"

"Why are you not worthy? Aren't you a human being? Are all the people in the Upper City gods who don't care about worldly things?"

Lu Wenwu stood up, and Maomao also stood up shakily, then turned into a wisp of black flame and disappeared.

The power he exuded became even more terrifying.

The surface of the body still glows a light pink, and the body fat percentage is frighteningly low.

With a slight force exerted by the skinny hand, the heavy alloy gate was easily torn apart, revealing the bright moonlight outside.

The pure white light pierced through the darkness, as holy as a stairway to heaven.

In the distance, there was a faint sound of music, rustling and difficult to hear clearly.

"It came really fast, without giving me a chance to breathe."

The corners of Lu Wenwu's mouth with deep eye sockets slightly raised, and his skull-like face looked even more terrifying.

The eerie red and black flames flickered and burned, lighting up the dark area like a candle, or even more like a torch.

"Lao Liu, we are about to be surrounded, and you don't have much time to make a choice."

"Will you die here in a daze, or take a gamble and regain the memories that truly belong to you, or start a new life?"

"It's not this kind of rubbish life that people hate and dogs dislike, but a real life that belongs to 'people'!"

Chapter 424: Hell Nursery Rhyme, The Devil Dragon Arrives

Perhaps it is because being close to the periphery of the world, away from urban areas and crowds, has made super-corporations no longer cherish their "property".

Or perhaps it is because the so-called "world restart" is coming, everything will face new changes, and the opponent needs to be completely eliminated at all costs.

Who knows?

In short, along with the gradually approaching fuzzy music, countless shrieks that tore through the air arrived before them.

That was the 115 short-range strike automatic guided artillery shell from Zulong Ming.

The sounds of countless bombings covered the entire area. The dazzling flames mixed with the sweeping heat waves instantly lit up the night completely.

The deafening roar was like a precursor to the coming of hell, threatening to completely raze the area to the ground.

The emergency passage was shaking violently.

Even the secret fortifications built by Wang Banxian at the anti-nuclear level could not perfectly defend against this unreasonable saturation bombing at the endpoint of the exit.

Lu Wenwu had to lift up the alloy gate that he had torn apart again and hold it in front of him like a shield to resist the light and heat that was sweeping over him.

Liu Linan sat dejectedly on the ground, his eyes lifeless, staring blankly at the little firelight coming through the gap.

The raging fire illuminated his face, engraving the bewildered man against the dark, cold wall. Even the falling stones, leaving streaks of blood on his body, could not make him move.

He was like an old monk in meditation, sitting there blankly.

The saturation bombing lasted for half an hour, and then the sound gradually subsided.

The once dilapidated stone bridge has completely collapsed, and not even a trace of the bridge piers can be found.

The hill above the safe passage where they were hiding had been cut off by nearly two meters, and the shocking cracks had spread into the interior.

"How about it? You want to take a gamble and go with me to see the real world?"

Lu Wenwu tore off the twisted alloy plate that had been completely melted and deformed from the flesh of his arm with a "swish" and threw it aside.

There was a loud roar of engines in the distance.

The old hardened cement road in the downtown area groaned under the weight of the tracks. It was crushed like waste by the heavy steel chariot and turned into layers of gravel and abandoned there.

The Tang Xuanjia 2 mechanized tank, capable of semi-automatic combat through remote control, is a real big guy with heavy firepower that has never appeared before.

The familiar propeller sound is as noisy as flying flies, almost causing severe tinnitus.

There were countless large armed drones moving in formation, a steel fortress composed of powerful weapons carrying high-yield explosives, which brutally squeezed out all interference and forcibly covered the airspace.

The fuzzy music that sounded like it came from an old radio with a bad signal was getting closer.

Lu Wenwu could almost hear the passive noise pollution made up of the noisy electric current sounds.

"Real life is for a rotten person like me. Me. Me."

Liu Linan finally couldn't hold back any more and shed tears of blood, covering his face and crying.

“I really want to have it once!”

"Then, let's have a big fight!"

Lu Wenwu showed a grim smile and strode behind him.

The palm with its white bones exposed covered his eyes.

The sticky scarlet blood trickled out, and the blurred flesh and blood also blurred his eyes.

"Don't be nervous. If you are killed often, you will know that it is normal to feel black in front of your eyes and feel weak all over." Lu Wenwu was still telling a cold joke. "Don't worry, I have experience in this area. I can..."

The bone claws wrapped in light pink suddenly shrank, and five round holes suddenly appeared on the reinforced skull.

The brain inside has been completely shattered.

The breath of life disappeared.

It was only at this time that Lu Wenwu uttered the last two words: "Soon."

The power of the dream law changed in his hands, and a data ball that was much larger than Wang Banxian's soul was extracted under forced transformation.

Under the eyes of true vision, layer after layer of memory shackles were opened, and for the first time, Liu Linan's soul was fully and unreservedly revealed.

"Soul compilation, memory sealing. Using some special means to achieve a purpose similar to reincarnation?"

Lu Wenwu pinched it casually, and this ball of digitally compiled soul wrapped in the laws of fantasy actually merged directly into his body.

If the soul has been translated into data, the best storage area would be to divide a closed area into which his powerful soul can store data.

Even if it is just an imperceptible trace of soul fragment, it is enough to carry the soul data of countless ordinary people.

"Next, it's my turn to come on stage."

Lu Wenwu murmured as Liu Linan's body continued to melt and turned into crystals of qi and blood that entered his body.

With the modification of the dream rules, this originally small ball of energy strangely grew to an incredible level.

After merging into his body, the cracked wounds healed rapidly, the broken flesh and blood continued to grow, and the broken body was actually being completely repaired as if it was lying upside down.

In this almost completely real world, even with buggy powers like the Law of Dreams, it is necessary to follow the operating logic of the world itself to a certain extent.

Lu Wenwu can use the power of the law to make the originally small amount of energy become very large, and the originally huge consumption of the body become very small.

But he cannot create things out of nothing, nor can he completely go against the logic of the world's operation.

All the disciples who have been to Fengling Yueying Sect should know that there is a huge difference in the difficulty of making hundreds or thousands of copies of a piece of material and creating something out of nothing.

Driving the dream law also requires energy support.

The emaciated Lu Wenwu slowly stretched his body.

Although his body was as sickly as a walking skeleton, Lu Wenwu felt more comfortable than ever before.