Players’ NPC daddy.

On the third day of the Giant Defense infinite pool, players' enthusiasm remained high, and the Nemean Forest was filled with the roars of players.

This kind of thing would never have happened.

In order to create a more realistic world, the monsters are not refreshed simply by appearing at the appointed time, but based on a complete set of logic.

Monsters in this virtual world are imbued with a high degree of realism, possessing the instincts of normal creatures. Faced with immense pressure and existential crises, particularly when faced with dangerous creatures (foreigners), they choose to migrate and rapidly evolve to cope, rather than reproduce.

For example, goat monsters will evolve to move faster when hunted by foreigners, and migrate to areas where foreigners find it difficult to move around easily.

Simply put, the more aggressively you kill monsters, the harder they will be to kill.

But Titan hybrids are different. They are mad monsters. If they are killed, they will only evolve into a more ferocious form and fight back. Moreover, the source of all Titan hybrids is the ever-flowing Ganges River, so these monsters will only move in fixed areas.

This is a treasure monster whose level will increase as you kill more of it, and the materials it will produce will become more valuable.

The Nemean Forest, the area with the highest density of Titan hybrids, has now opened its doors to allow players to enter and exit freely. The Titan hybrids will continue to absorb the blood of evil gods to upgrade themselves in the battles of a large number of players. With the automatically activated space teleportation escape prop as a safety measure, the Giant Defense Line will only become more and more lively.

The most valuable thing about this event is that any player can participate, even those who choose the evil path can participate, and even players who choose to kill can participate. Every strength party player cannot miss this event that may end at any time, and players who choose to kill and play evil should participate even more.

However, a notorious player of the murderous alien race is in a distant city-state, taking care of a little girl NPC.

Player name: Depp, LV99, [Azazel] ninth seat, race: human skeleton, possesses extremely difficult to obtain special professions such as [Soul Catcher] and [Messenger of Death]. What he is most keen on doing is PVP. It can be said that he is a real strength party.

Now he was feeling uneasy in a fairytale-like street, serving as a butler to a little girl who was wearing a beautiful princess dress with a bow and dressed as exquisitely as a doll.

She is the last NPC performer in the Epidaurus Theater - Lucy.

This is what Lucy and Depp agreed to.

Give her a wealthy life and she will give up her right to perform at the Epidaurus Theatre.

Depp's skeleton fingers, folded behind his back, tapped each other impatiently. He felt uncomfortable with both the cozy atmosphere around him and the defenseless suit he was wearing.

He has been taking care of Lucy for several days.

He wanted to wield his scythe to fight monsters and admire the monster materials in his warehouse instead of taking care of the children. He was exhausted from working during the day and desperately needed to relieve stress, but cultivation games were not suitable for this purpose.

"Okay, it's time for me to practice." Lucy got up on time as if she had a biological clock. She was going to practice in the forest for several hours.

Depp's fingers slammed down as Azazel's men came to harass him again. With all the other targets gone, they were targeting Lucy, the only one still on the roster.

It is both for the extra bonus of clearing the entire list and to be able to continue to place business orders.

These people had been boasting about how they had gotten the NPC to give up their acting opportunities, even recording them. They had been harassing him with all sorts of unauthorized comments, then offering to help, exchanging information about special missions, and finally scolding him for hindering their ability to make money.

If Lucy fell into the hands of these people... He was extremely annoyed, and when he heard that Lucy was going to the forest to practice singing again, he couldn't help but speak.

"You never intended to give up acting, did you?"

"That's right." Lucy said calmly, and almost the next second, Depp took out his weapon in anger.

"Haven't I given you a rich life? Beautiful dresses, afternoon tea, cakes. Why are you still unwilling to give up acting?"

"Because you only accompany me like this before the opening of the Epidaurus Theater, and I have to rely on myself in the days after that." These are not words that only a little girl of eleven or twelve years old can say. The words are full of maturity that comes from going through vicissitudes of life.

Depp held the sickle in silence. Because of this overly realistic virtual world, he often mistook Lucy for a real person.

"Why on earth are you going to the Epidaurus Theatre?"

"Try hard to change your life." Lucy's face was full of determination. She took off her outer princess dress, revealing the outer clothes underneath that looked like a beggar's.

She never regarded what others gave her as her own.

"On that stage, I will leave no stone unturned, using my voice to sing the praises of my dreams, to praise the generosity of fate, to sing the most magnificent poems to overwhelm all competitors, to make myself the center of attention, and to win the audience's applause."

The emotion conveyed by the calm voice was so hot that it made Depp's heart beat violently.

It wasn't just a simple word like "dream", but an ideal, an ambition, a burning fighting spirit, something he had lost long ago after working in society for several years.

"I've had a great time these days. Goodbye." Lucy waved to the silent Depp, finally showing a little innocent smile that is typical of her age.

"You have to cheer for your life too."

This sentence is very meaningful. In the eyes of NPCs, strangers should be omnipotent.

At this moment, there was a commotion coming from the peaceful street, and the residents fled in panic. That was the reaction when more than ten murderous players appeared on the street.

Azazel is here.

"Found it, the last one!"

"In a place like this, 1000R here I come!"

"Isn't that the ninth seat? Why is it standing there?"

"Never mind him, the important thing is to do the work!"

The foreigners from [Azazel] surrounded her from all sides, leaving Lucy no chance of escape.

"Hey, kid, give up your right to perform!"

"I reject!"

Lucy went to the Epidaurus Theater in order to have a wealthy life. She was more afraid of missing this opportunity given by God than dying.

So Lucy would never give up the opportunity to perform. She would hold her head high and accept death again and again, and escape again and again without giving up. Even if she was dragged to the ends of the earth, she would crawl to the Epidaurus Theater.

"I may lose this opportunity to change my destiny, but it will definitely not be because I gave up!"

The killers raised their weapons in mockery, just like the sneers directed at those who strive. How many sincere and hardworking people can truly persevere through such sneers and ridicule to the end? Perhaps they didn't give up, but simply failed in the face of these words that cut like a knife.

He wanted to seize the opportunity given by fate to change his life, without any slackness or giving up, but failed because some huge existence blocked his way.

Lucy is just a collection of tragedies in a large part of society. Her ending is natural and expected.

If no one lends a hand...

"Don't do such disgusting things in the game!"

A huge sickle emerged from Lucy's back, like a dark crescent moon, accurately cutting the killers' necks, cutting off all the cold water that was pouring on their enthusiasm and efforts.

The life-threatening Grim Reaper held the petite girl in his arms, his suit ignited by the green flame, and the shroud stripped from the saint's skeleton fluttered in the air.

The Grim Reaper raised his scythe and aimed it at the swarming assassins of [Azazel], and spoke to the girl in a hoarse yet inexplicably cheerful voice.

"You're going to the Epidaurus Theater, aren't you?"

"Can we catch up?" The girl asked softly, leaning against the god of death who had killed her countless times.

"Of course, isn't it just to fight with Azazel's elite troops until we send you to the Epidaurus Theater?" The Grim Reaper wrapped the girl and himself together with a shroud, and took out the whip with his other hand.

"I am nothing in my world."

He was one of those who was once poured cold water on and ignored, but!

"But I can do anything in your world!"

In this virtual world that no longer relies on reality, he becomes one of those who lends a helping hand and one who rekindles ambition!

In that way, perhaps he in reality can also get something from this virtual world.

【……Record……】

The dilapidated art treasure chest is filled with rusted gold coins. Greedy and corrupt people use flowery words to cover up the rust, hoping to sell the gold coins and defraud wealth.

[To punish this greed and blasphemy, the God of Death placed real gold coins inside.]

[When the treasure chest of art is opened, all wealth and glory will belong to a gold coin]

[And the greedy people will despairingly discover that this is the only gold coin that belongs to this world]

[Note: Any NPC has a chance to generate a special quest, and this depends on whether the player is sufficiently invested and whether they have given the NPC complex emotions that cannot be summarized by data.]

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Chapter 138: Destiny has long been lost, those who work hard will find their own way

"Open the champagne."

The programmers of Godlock gathered on the rooftop again, but this time they did not complain. Instead, they seriously opened a few bottles of perfectly chilled soda to celebrate the smooth progress of the event.

They have no shortage of development funds, and what makes them celebrate so seriously is the number of players online, the heated discussions, and the positive reviews.

This gives these pure game makers an unparalleled sense of satisfaction.

But there was one person who was always restless, the young intern - Penguin.

"Are you going to say something again?" The Gothic girl, because her virtual image always has various kinds of knives, so her code name is Kitchen Utensils.

The kitchen utensil was wearing sunglasses and crossing his legs, looking relaxed and at ease.

"Is XX company going to pay us for advertising again to insert ads in the player's perspective? Absolutely reject it! 100% controlling stake is just so arrogant and willful!"

"No, those people aren't the point. No, no, those companies..." Penguin said halfway, then swallowed his words with a bitter taste in his mouth. He was beginning to look down upon those big companies.

He might be poached by some big companies in the future, so he has to say something good to them right now.

Who knew that before he could utter a single word, everyone stared at him silently, and the kitchen utensil even took out the horrible hypnotic evil device.

"Using this device is illegal! You could go to jail. I don't believe you'd risk being unable to maintain Godlock by using it."

Penguin had grown a little, but he soon realized that this group of game-making geniuses did not snatch the status of giants from the hands of huge capitals by relying on enthusiasm and ambition alone.

The kitchen appliance opened the hypnotic evil device, and inside was Penguin's internship contract.

Penguin broke out in a cold sweat and began to recall whether he had signed any unfair terms.

"This contract says that you will get this amount after you become a regular employee." Cookware patted the contract and gestured a number with his hands.