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"Pray for the people of Aomori Prefecture at the end of the game... Aomori Prefecture disappears!"

"..." Xing Yuanhui didn't know for a moment whether he was complaining about the fact that he had become a loner in a second, or that Japan was in crisis again, or that the setting was too chaotic.

Chapter 37: Three Years of Life

"If it's three grids... you can go to the Kendo Club." Xing Yuanhui carefully examined the game map, and kept looking at the two people from the original board game club who couldn't help but curl up their lips when they saw someone playing their game. "You guys shouldn't have made any hidden maps, right?"

"Xingyuan, do you want to give it a try? See what exists at the border of this map? We might have made some corresponding content~."

Giga-ko was like a demon about to sign a contract, with its tail wrapped around Xing Yuanhui's legs, constantly tempting the fishing king: "For example, the best weapon of Quan Xiuzhiyuan, or an invulnerable armor. TRPG is fun only when you explore the mystery."

"You should at least use the fishing rod to lure me, right?" Having said that, Xing Yuanhui still turned to look at Makihara Kozue, wanting to ask for her opinion.

In a sense, the only ones who can decide the direction of this game are herself and her. The other two are the game producers and part-time GMs. Given their desire for mystery, they probably won't speak up to take the lead in the direction of progress.

Makihara Kozue noticed Hoshibuchi Teru's gaze, her eyes rolled around, scanning the map continuously, and finally she asked, "Will the boss become stronger over time before all prefectures disappear?"

"No." This time it was Fujiwara who answered, "The boss's status is only related to whether all prefectures are destroyed. After all prefectures are gone, the dragon will actively find the player to fight."

What this means is that we should make the best use of our steps and obtain as many resources as possible before all the prefectures disappear... In addition, the dice cannot be used to determine whether it is a six when moving, so for the sake of safety, we should move towards the old teaching building first.

But... Xing Yuanhui raised his hand to attract Fujiwara's attention: "Does the character's status have anything to do with the existence of prefectures? I grew up in Aomori Prefecture. If Aomori Prefecture is gone, are there any special rules or rewards?"

At this point, the living are the most important. Although I didn't do it, since I was forced to become an orphan, I have to find a way to gain an advantage, otherwise my family would have been sacrificed in vain.

Dean, Qihai, I will remember you! Xing Yuanhui began to try to empathize with the Fishing King, looking into the distance with tears in his eyes.

"We don't have such a setting..." Fujiwara was about to explain awkwardly, but Gigako beside her suddenly interrupted her, "No, we can have it!"

Why is this game still a build-while-running type? Is it because I'm playing a service game?

Giga frowned, as if thinking about what reward to give. Then she had an idea and took out a card from the prop card and handed it to him.

"At least you can't take things that aren't in the original game, but there happens to be an item card here called The Attachment of the Dead, which allows you to resist damage that exceeds your current health limit once. How about it?"

"Hey! Since you and I are both from Tokyo, won't we be at a disadvantage? Tokyo will be the last to disappear!" Fujiwara Chika felt as if she had lost 100 million.

The necromancer's eyes lit up when he caught the key words. He approached Xing Yuanhui, looked at the card in his hand, and asked Gigazi, "Can my necromancy work on this item?"

"Of course, but the effect is unknown." Gigazi smiled gently and said no more.

Does this mean that we have to rely on the number of points on the dice to judge whether the impact is good or bad?

Hearing that the unknown could not stop the necromancer's enthusiasm, she looked at Xing Yuanhui expectantly: "Hey, Xing Yuan, give it to me! My luck today can definitely make it even waagh!"

The young boy looked speechlessly at the sorcerer who was obviously immersed in his role. You are obviously the culprit who made Aomori Prefecture disappear. You are definitely more waagh than anyone else!

Xing Yuanhui was somewhat resistant and said, "These are my dearest relatives and friends!"

"Okay~." Seeing the Fishing King's defensive attitude, Makihara Kozue lengthened her voice to show that she was very disappointed.

Are you really Japanese? Xing Yuanhui began to doubt her origins.

He coughed and forced the topic back to the direction of the map: "Let's not talk about this anymore, Maki-senpai, where are we going?"

Makihara Kozue snorted, as if asking, "You just rejected me, and you still have the nerve to come to me."

But she still answered, after all, they were partners in the fight.

She pointed at the pond and said in a muffled voice, "Let's go to the direction of the Kendo Club. There's a pond just ahead. Can we use the Fishing King skill?"

You don't have blonde hair and twin ponytails, so why do you have a bit of a tsundere attribute? Haven't you tsunderes been eliminated?

GM Fujiwara said excitedly: "Okay~, the player team found a pool of water on the road they must pass through. What do the players want to do?"

"Uh, I'm the fishing king. I want to activate the sea's favor? Should I pick up some branches or something nearby to use as a fishing rod?"

Xing Yuanhui asked the GMs, after all, you can't catch fish with your bare hands, right?

"It's not just the favor of the sea."

Giga shook his head and continued, "Then please roll the twenty-sided dice three times. The first one is to determine the position of the hyperspace fishhook, the second one is to determine whether it can be hooked, and the third one is to determine whether it can be caught. If you are not satisfied with these three dice, roll the dice twice more to replace the previous numbers."

The young man raised his eyebrows and asked hesitantly, "Isn't the Trans-Dimensional Fishhook a combat skill? Is it used as a fishing rod here?"

"As the king of fishing, how can you do without a fishing rod? So the answer is to have a hook in your heart! Just using the Favor of the Sea won't do."

Speaking of this, Fujiwara Chika used the windmill punch that can only be seen in the second dimension to hit Gigazi, and complained, "You clearly secretly said before that you would try not to interfere with Xingyuan and Xiaomaki's choices, but in the end you helped them!"

“Sorry, sorry, I can’t help it…” Gigako was no match for Fujiwara Chika’s two-dimensional boxing and chose to play along.

"Ha... nine, nineteen, three. Throw it twice more, seven, nine. Nine points represent the third judgment. Can you catch it?"

Xing Yuanhui chose to interrupt them with malicious intent when they were preparing to say "Ola Ola" and "Mu Da Mu Da".

The GMs, who were full of joy, took a step back. GM Fujiwara said, "Hmm! The fishing king slowly pulled the time-space hook onto the grass. There was a large bag of water grass wrapped around the hook! It looks like it needs strength now. How about it? Do you want my help?"

He was able to adapt to the situation while playing around, really amazing, Xing Yuanhui admired in his heart.

"Fujiwara, what is your strength attribute?"

When the boy called out the name, it seemed as if something was stuck in his throat, and he spoke unsteadily.

But the sumo wrestler didn't notice at all, and just stood there with his hands on his hips and said coolly, "Nine!"

Doesn't look very smart...

"Isn't that the same as me? What are you so proud of..." Xing Yuanhui was too embarrassed to watch and turned to look at Gigazi.

"Don't look at me, I'm the designer. To avoid suspicion, it's better to turn a blind eye!"

Giga-chan activated his skill! The idler ran away!

Xing Yuanhui complained: "You didn't choose an idle person just to avoid suspicion, did you?"

He could only look at the last person, hoping that the necromancer could use the wizard-level wisdom to solve the water weeds. Otherwise, he could only let Fujiwara go with him to pull the water weeds to make a judgment.

"Hey, Senior Maki, what do you say?" Xing Yuanhui waved his hands helplessly. Subconsciously, he didn't want to touch the grass directly.

"Well, let me do it. I'm going to use my necromancy to corrupt this piece of water grass!" Makihara Kozue laughed.

She picked up a branch and muttered an incomprehensible spell towards the front.

"The water plants were shrouded in the gray light that symbolized death. They began to die in large numbers and turned into dust that was blown away by the wind!" The narration began to speak with force, vividly describing the scene of another world.

She then squatted down and talked to a stone beside the pond, "Ah, it turns out there is a cloth ball the size of a head in the middle of the water grass. If you look closely, you can see that the cloth ball is covered with Holy Light Prayers. It's a scroll!"

"Scroll?" The godless materialist fishing king couldn't help but walk forward and half-knelt beside Fujiwara Chika, and directly stretched out his hand to touch the stone, "Let me see..."

GM Fujiwara suddenly shouted, as if the radio was issuing a warning: "The Fishing King has touched the scroll, and the Necromancer has been splashed by the sudden burst of holy light! Make a judgment! Failed! Necromancer's health points reduced by three!"

"Ahh!" When Maki-senpai heard himself in another world being hit by the holy light wave, he jumped back and leaned against the tree trunk in time, imitating the sound effects of being hit in his spoken language. Gigako next to him began to deduct blood from Makihara Kozue's performance.

When you were playing Yu-Gi-Oh just now, you didn't have this non-physical performance. Now there are three people in the board game club, so there is a linkage effect, right? Xing Yuanhui's face twitched slightly.

GM Fujiwara was still talking: "Because the Fishing King is not a dark creature and has no connection with dark magic, he was not harmed by the Holy Light! But a black shadow suddenly jumped out of the gradually unfolding scroll! The closest to it was the Fishing King, and it pierced the Fishing King's chest! Although the body still looks the same as before, it can be seen from the eyes that the Fishing King was killed instantly!"

The boy's hand froze while he was searching for the item card. He looked at Fujiwara Chika in disbelief and asked, "Ah? How did I die? Where's my famous sword Siming?"

"Unfortunately, this is a mechanical kill." She crossed her hands in front of her chest, as ruthless as a red card referee who struck out a game on the court.

Xing Yuanhui shuddered, his keen sixth sense told him that things were not that simple - you are not trying to take back the props that Gigazi gave me!

"No." Gigazi seemed to see what he was thinking and clarified, "This is a music box cursed by the ancient gods. It has accumulated too much power over the long years. The power of the gods slowly overflowed from the filled carrier, killing everything indiscriminately. And you just took the blow of the gods at that moment, so you died."

“But it’s not completely without gain. Putting aside the Holy Light Scroll, the music box will no longer generate divine power during this game, so you can carry it with you without worry.” GM Fujiwara raised his finger, ready to pocket the item card representing the music box.

Xing Yuanhui sucked in a breath of cold air and said in disbelief: "What about me? No one considers my feelings? I have never heard of that ancient god!"

"That's the content of the next DLC, so stay tuned!" Gigazi put on an cute face, trying to get away with it.

Makihara Kozue suddenly thought of something and quickly said, "Can I help with the design? I suddenly had a great idea!"

"Of course you can. Komaki's strength is a timely help to the board game club!" The three girls in the board game club hugged each other and cheered for unknown reasons.

"……" Seeing that no one paid attention to him, Xing Yuanhui finally realized what a chaotic existence the board game club was. All the members were high school girls. When these two factors were combined, it was simply a nest of chaos.

There must be a reason why the board game club only had two members before!

After the three of them had enough fun, they finally looked at the newly unearthed "corpse" on the ground and thought about how to deal with it. Xing Yuanhui was bored and picked up a branch to poke the soil, while watching their real-life performance with empty eyes.

"Hmm... throw him into the pond? The fishing king should like living with the fish." Gigazi began to examine the feng shui near the pond. "Besides, there are green trees and clear water here. It looks suitable for burial at first glance!"

Xing Yuanhui started to attack: Why don't you run to the Kendo Club and shout "Do you want the Fishing King's treasure? He put everything there?" Well, by the way, you can make some traps and do some Cross Slope business, and you don't have to risk the disappearance of the prefecture.

"No! How can we just give up on the Fishing King? He is our good friend! We have been through thick and thin together... I can't leave him here!"

Xing Yuanhui was still speaking: No wonder you didn’t help me pull out the water weeds just now. I was probably trying to prevent Giga from suddenly coming and taking you away.

"Then let the sumo wrestler carry him. Although we can directly refine him into an undead, having an undead creature following us will affect our experiences on the road, right? It's an instant skill anyway, so there's no rush to transform it."

The necromancer thought of the undead profession on the profession table and said, "And maybe we can find other ways to refine undead. I think Fuji-chan and Giga-ko should have a job transfer system in the game."

Although the two of them didn't say anything, their expressions of "this child is teachable" said it all.

The Corpse couldn't hold back any more, and said with annoyance, "Why don't you turn everyone into undead and have an undead scourge? Anyway, there's no time limit for the undead to survive, right?"

"Good idea, gentlemen think alike. That's what I think." The Necromancer and the dead and confused Fishing King bumped fists.

Makihara Kozue said in agreement: "Alas, this is the cruelty of TRPG. But don't worry, we will never give up on you! The Headless Knight will return from hell one day!"

He couldn't help but yell, "Isn't this your cruelty? Which game would put a possible death in the first three frames of an event?"

Geneva! Get your money back!

Chapter 38 The Fourth Disaster

The breeze was blowing, the warm afternoon sun was shining on the earth, the light penetrated through the leaves, and a sea of golden light was glittering along the way. This was what heaven was all about.

And heaven can also be hell.

"Oh my, it was a smooth journey. As expected, Komaki defeated the invincible Gigako and easily gained the upper hand."

The fat sumo wrestler is praising the actions of the "brave" gang in the other world. The board game club has obtained too many props through the primitive accumulation of continuous killing and looting.

This fat lady with a bow tie didn't make any moves at all. She just ate and drank a lot and piled up her health and defense. Her current status bar...

All I can say is that if the production can be guaranteed to be stable, it will be only a matter of time before its value surpasses Kobe beef.

Look! Fujiwara, the "Primarch", already needs eight Strength 9 Undead to carry his sedan chair.

At this time, the idle people were touching the props of the newly spawned soldiers (referring to the students passing by), and then the necromancer waved the cards in his hand that symbolized the undead servants and laughed wildly.

In another world, the "elite troops" whose numbers had surpassed those of the Liangshan heroes rushed forward and cooperated with their master to transform them into new undead, and there was no waste in the process.

They call this complete process the triangle cycle - first, the wealthy-looking "Sir" Fujiwara announces an auction to invite merchants from all over the world to come; then Gigako acts as a pickpocket and takes out items that the game characters themselves don't know about, and sets traps; and finally, Maki-senpai turns them all into undead.

Since the middle of the game, this evil plan has been repeating itself, constantly refreshing the data like those strategy games with explosive numerical values in the later stages. It has to be said that the degree of freedom of this game [Shuchiin and Dragon] is quite high.

Although the first step now has become the fat sumo wrestler using the taunt skill [Big Belly] to attract soldiers from various countries' armies who seem to be chasing them.

Boss Maki, who has successfully started his own business, has even thought of a name and slogan for his team - [The Fourth Disaster]. We do not bring death, we are just the porters of the dead.

"Please keep the spoils~." Gigazi plucked some leaves from the green belt nearby and handed them to Xing Yuanhui as trophies.

"..." The headless knight silently took the leaf.

Due to funding issues, the large ones are life potions and the small ones are magic potions.

Xing Yuanhui was about to speak but stopped. Seeing his eyes wandering when he opened his mouth, Makihara Kozue took the initiative to ask, "Shogun, you are our main force. Don't be so nagging. What do you want to report?"

"Well, it may be a bit rude, but can you consider turning the sumo wrestler into a ghost? It's too heavy and there's not enough space in the backpack."

This is an emergency patch made by the still sane Fujiwara Chika and Gigako before they fully joined the Undead Scourge.

Because the original item cards were totally insufficient, in order to ensure that the card pool would not be drained, they reluctantly set restrictions, which were specifically related to the strength value, but the number of undead was still unrestricted.

Undead baby flow, imba.

"Hey! I don't want to turn into a skeleton!"

The fat lady with the bow, who was too fat to walk or even hold the props, said: "Why did Xingyuan do such a cruel thing!"

Xing Yuanhui looked Fujiwara Chika up and down, imagining the Fujiwara sumo wrestler who was eight feet tall and eight feet wide.