reincarnation npc, but tomorrow's ark

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Bai Ye felt that Syracuse must have already received word of this. Perhaps when Gambino was driven out of the Grey Hall and arrived at Lungmen with his underlings like stray dogs, Madam Sicily had already begun to prepare to establish a relationship with Lungmen through this opportunity.

Those in positions of power are adept at using others' strengths against them and going with the flow.

This is also why Bai Ye doesn't want to deal with these old foxes. It's too tiring; they like to go in circles, hiding their true intentions behind smokescreens.

You have to deduce what they really care about and want from their words, while hiding your own cards.

Power certainly represents the right to speak, but it is not omnipotent.

Therefore, Bai Ye prefers fighting and killing to being a carefree player, rather than becoming a city lord like Lao Wei.

However, he was grateful for the training he received from his teachers at the Loyal Succession Academy. The starship captain training program naturally included this kind of instruction, preventing Bai Ye from being completely outmaneuvered by these old foxes.

Bai Ye is the type who has brains, but is unwilling to use them.

If everything could be solved with a punch, that would be too easy...

On this land, literature, words, and eloquence can make one invincible, yet they have never brought victory.

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"What a busy night..."

Bai Ye sat on the edge of the high-rise building and opened the game system panel.

He hadn't opened this thing in a long time.

The game system feels less and less present.

The main reason is that Bai Ye has developed significantly. It's no longer a version where he revolves around the players; instead, the players are actively chasing after him.

Therefore, Baiye no longer needs to check on the players' current situation too frequently, and he doesn't check the forums as often.

After all, Bai Ye is quite busy and doesn't have much time to post nonsense. Besides, he's a veteran player who's been through six versions; what kind of posts and jokes hasn't he seen before?

These players who are still on the second version are too inexperienced; there's basically nothing new going on.

Bai Ye had a feeling that he had read all of these posts.

In fact, this was just his imagination. There might be identical posts, but he wouldn't always happen to see them all. It was only because the content was similar that he had the feeling of having seen them all before.

When Bai Ye opened the forum again, he saw something that felt familiar.

This time, however, he only felt nostalgic.

"The Libertines' Tea Party" has started to dominate the charts.

Even without a member named "White Night," this team remains the same as before, climbing to the highest point to see the scenery from the moment it was formed.

The guild leader has officially reorganized the Libertines' Tea Party, which was active in full-dive games such as Arcadia Gate, Forgotten Realms, and Forgotten Realms.

The Tea Party used to be very powerful, but as they gained more and more honors in various games, their members gradually became guild leaders or star players in certain clubs. Gradually, the team became less pure, so after the famous "November Principality" incident in Arcadia Gate, the "Tea Party of the Libertines" chose to disband.

The "November Duchy" incident was the most glorious victory of the "Libertér Tea Party," but it was also the final straw that led to its downfall and eventual dissolution.

Or, it could be said to be the direct cause.

We previously mentioned the "November Duchy Incident." Some players joined the NPC faction "November Duchy" in the first version, and in the 8th version, on the eve of the duchy's destruction, many players still chose to stay in front of the duchy's castle gate and become members of the Knights Order.

At that moment, these people shouted "For the Princess!" and charged towards the NPC enemies who outnumbered them several times over. Each of them lost at least 5 levels and a bunch of top-tier equipment.

Aside from holding off the enemy for three days, their efforts changed nothing; the duchy fell as expected, and the eldest princess sacrificed herself to send her sister to the "ideal land." The players' actions seemed meaningless, and from a purely economic standpoint, they suffered a huge loss. Everyone knows what level 5 in the late game means. Not to mention the equipment…

But no one will regret their loss, which is the charm of fully immersive games. They reflect the aspects of players that they lack in reality or yearn to achieve, allowing them to let go of everything and play the ideal version of themselves.

The disbandment of the "Libertines' Tea Party" wasn't because the members regretted their "brainless" impulses or the huge financial losses they incurred. Perhaps they did lose a lot initially, but levels can be rerolled, equipment can be found again, and what was lost can be regained.

None of this matters.

However, the predecessors of White Night discovered something that made them despair: if the players' unity and efforts could not change the game's outcome, then what they cherished was nothing more than a string of code and numbers in the eyes of the arrogant game company. What was the point of their continued activity?

It's just a way of making myself feel good.

The so-called breaking through limits, reaching the top of the world, and winning all the honors and first kills are nothing more than dancing in the game company's works; they can never break through the blockade.

Arcadia is also known as Utopia, the so-called ideal city, the ideal land. The eldest princess ultimately sent her younger sister to this ideal land, which was predetermined from the beginning. The "November Duchy" was destined to perish, something that players cannot change no matter how hard they try.

Game companies are unwilling to change the script they've already written because of the players' efforts. In their view, players are merely participants in the event, not creators of the story.

When game companies disregard the efforts and contributions of players, then all of this becomes meaningless.

Feeling powerless, and compounded by the various contradictions mentioned earlier, the libertines' tea party ultimately chose to disband.

From then on, the name "tea party" was no longer used.

Chapter 116 Sonic Boom

Bai Ye was delighted to see the "Libertines' Tea Party" come alive once again.

If the game pod given to him by the old director changed him for the first time after he left the "Northern Cross Project," then the chairman of the tea party was the person who changed him for the second time.

The third, and most thorough, was time travel.

Although this time, he knew he could no longer fight alongside his familiar comrades, and those people didn't even recognize him or have any recollection of him.

But he will still cherish those memories of the past, which are very precious to Bai Ye.

Since his time travel, he has learned one thing: whether he admits it or not, a person cannot abandon their past.

Perhaps in Terra, his old friends can realize their dreams. These old buddies who have accompanied him through six years of gaming can surely make up for past regrets.

Because this world is real.

The future can be created by our own hands.

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Aside from the emerging "Libertines' Tea Party," as expected by Bai Ye, his power armor has become the latest hot topic of discussion among players.

While swords and magic are certainly cool, and crossbows and guns are quite impressive, power armor is definitely a man's true romance.

These players had never seen Victoria's steam armor, also known as "Gundam," so their enthusiasm for this mechanical creation was all focused on the power armor.

However, Bai Ye was not in a hurry.

Currently, only he understands the players' needs. Columbia's experimental mechs, which have already been put into actual combat or are still under development, cannot meet the players' needs. In this field, he currently holds a 1000% advantage.

The primary task now is to collect and organize the data on the Melantha armor after it is fitted, and then improve the prototype to obtain a mature product that can be put into mass production.

Moreover, armor testing cannot be conducted in a single instance; a single combat exercise cannot reflect all the problems. Melantha needs to intern at Penguin Logistics for two months to experience high-intensity, continuous street brawls and thoroughly test and push the performance of the power armor to its limits.

After two months of refinement and stabilization testing, a mature, mass-producible machine should be ready for release.

Furthermore, the current prototype of Melantha, Alpha, lacks long-range combat capabilities. Baiye plans to add an eye-tracking optical targeting array and a spellcasting unit in subsequent improvements.

Yes, Originium also saves on the problem of ammunition resupply. As long as there are casting units and energy, you can launch ranged attacks, which is quite convenient.

If it were live ammunition, you couldn't carry too much ammunition if you wanted to keep it lightweight, but if you ran out of bullets, the long-range weapon would become useless.

Bai Ye could hardly imagine what Terra would be like after she left Originium.

Having grown accustomed to such convenient energy, is it possible to go back? Perhaps we're stuck on this path forever.

……

Bai Ye closed the game system panel. After finishing his daily forum chat, he also needed to get down to business.

It has been over a hundred chapters since he last saw Talulah, so he has to go back.

Requiem Night is a special day, and Bai Ye wants to fulfill some promises made about the past.

Under the cover of night, Bai Ye's figure soared into the sky and flew towards the core city.

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Cardedoux and the Rat King sat in the teahouse.

This place also belongs to the Rat King's property, so it remains open on Requiem Night.

Suddenly, a loud explosion came from the night sky outside the window.

"What is that sound?"

It didn't sound like a normal explosion, because as a Syracuse, Cardedu was very familiar with the sound of Originium explosives.

He had never heard that kind of explosion before.

The Rat King looked at the teacup on the table, which was shaking slightly from the vibration, and shook his head with a smile:

"You know, when an object breaks the sound barrier, it makes that kind of sound."

"May I ask if I may? In Lungmen, what broke the speed of sound?" Cardedoux became increasingly curious.

"Heh... These young people nowadays, I'll have to teach them not to fly so low in the future. I'm getting old, but I can't stand being scared." The Rat King seemed not to answer, but he revealed a lot.

Cardedoux's eye twitched slightly.

This Dragon Gate is truly a place where hidden talents abound.

They're definitely not to be trifled with.

"How does the tea from Lungmen taste?" The Rat King broke the silence, pointing to the teacup in front of Cardedu.

The people of Syracuse remained silent.

"It seems it's not to your taste. After all, I've heard that the Syracuses only drink tea when they're sick." The Rat King didn't seem to care.

But then he changed the subject:

"But this is Lungmen after all, and the people of Lungmen still prefer tea, Mr. Cardedu."

“I won’t comment on that, for I am merely the lady’s messenger. But I hope you understand that wherever they are in this land, Syracuse people will always be Syracuse people. Syracuse people don’t need lukewarm tea.” Cardedou shook his head.

The Rat King laughed:

"Perhaps, but some of our friends from Syracuse have indeed come to enjoy the aroma of tea. Do you, or the lady you represent, really intend to force something else into their mouths?"

“The lady has no intention of interfering with those people. Out of respect for you and out of apology for their actions in Lungmen, the lady allows you to deal with them as you see fit,” Cardedouh stated, conveying the lady's will.

Then, he wanted to say something more.

But when he thought of Bai Ye, whom he had met before, and the sound of someone breaking the sound barrier in the sky just now, he suddenly didn't know what to say.

"Yes. We desperately want to avoid any conflict with Lungmen, or even with the Great Yan behind Lungmen." In the end, he backed down.

Faced with absolute power, one can only bow down.

“You’re too kind. We also extend our respect to Ms. Sicily,” the Rat King said with a smile.

“Then please allow me to take my leave. Thank you for your hospitality. If there is a chance, I would also like to invite you to Syracuse for a cup of four espresso.” Cardedoux prepared to leave, as he wanted to return to report his experiences from his trip to Lungmen to the Sicilian lady.

"By the way... I'm quite interested in the power armor that appeared in Lungmen this time." Finally, he asked another question that was on his mind.

"I don't know the specifics either. Perhaps you can talk to Commander Wei about it later." The Rat King only discusses matters concerning the gray area with Cardedu, because they both belong to the darkness.

"By the way, won't you finish your tea? Guests should accept the host's hospitality with gratitude; this is one of the rules of Longmen," the Rat King said finally.

The Syracusan in black grabbed the teacup in front of him and drank it all in one gulp.

Chapter 117 I heard someone missed me... Holy crap!

After Cardedoux left, the Rat King sat back down in his chair and happily ordered a bowl of noodles with soybean paste.

"Why would an older person eat so much at night?"

Wei Yanwu sat down opposite him and moved the cup that Cardedou had just used.

"I've been starving all day," the Rat King muttered, then laughed. "Besides, it was a pretty good meeting."

“It seems the result is exactly what you wanted, my old friend.” Wei Yanwu also ordered a pot of tea.

Since this place is used to entertain female envoys, the quality of the tea must be quite good.

However, when the tea was served, Wei Yanwu almost spat it out after only taking one sip.

"You're going to give him this stuff to drink?" Wei Yanwu looked at the Rat King, somewhat troubled.

The Rat King shook his head:

"The best tea leaves had just run out, and he was drinking the last bit."

"Commander Wei, it's not that I deliberately neglected our hospitality, but the conditions simply didn't allow it..."