He thought about it and decided to put the company's [protagonist] in it.

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Chapter 484: The Choice of the Next World

As soon as the company's [Protagonist] tag was thrown in, a prompt popped up in the port area system.

Xianxun⒏Ⅰ⒋Jiuling⒢ Wife and uncle

[Note: Specific terms will have some characteristics of the label main, and the current specific term found is one, the protagonist]

Wuming was startled by the sudden prompt from the system, but after a closer look, he found that this thing was just a reminder of the special nature of the company. He just glanced at it and continued to think about what attribute entries to throw in.

Female, humanoid, protagonist, maybe she should have a profession or personality or something...

Thinking of this, he threw another word "kindness" in.

This is the attribute label obtained from Hamanman, and it is an officially certified good guy card.

Now, in the world connected by the dimensional gate, there must be a kind, human-shaped heroine.

The concept of protagonist is very important to Wuming. Most of his gains can be attributed to the extensive reading when he was still on Earth. At least he didn't shout "Jeanne d'Arc" when he saw 2b. So when he met a new protagonist, his hobbies that were regarded as unproductive when he was on Earth also had some room to play.

What if you can recognize the protagonist of the work?

It was just the last label, and Wuming couldn't make up his mind for a moment.

“I picked four, but I don’t know what to choose for the last label. Does anyone have any suggestions?”

He stated his considerations one by one, then projected all the labels into the air, asking the ship girls for their ideas.

Everyone looked at the four labels, then at the vast number of labels of various kinds, and fell into deep thought. No one spoke for a while.

"Eh...wait, wait, why did you throw the Harmanman tag in there?"

Harman stared blankly for a while, then his face turned red and he stammered.

"I think kindness is a good trait, and I hope that the protagonist in the world I search for is also a kind person."

Wuming said without thinking.

Generally speaking, kindness is something that everyone pursues but actually has no great value. However, this does not prevent everyone from hoping that others can have it.

Wuming is no exception.

"Not bad... hey hey hey!"

Harman raised his hand tremblingly and spoke to Wuming angrily.

"No, don't think that if you say nice things to Hamanman, Hamanman will be happy!"

Wuming heard this and couldn't help laughing when he saw Harman's mouth curling up wildly.

"Then what should I say to make Harmanman happier?"

"Eh eh eh?"

The well-informed Hamanman was speechless, but when she saw Wuming smiling, she instantly broke down and lowered her head and stammered.

"No, no matter what, let's finish this serious matter first..."

Soviet Rossiya looked at Haman, uttered a long "oh", and touched Haman's head. The latter immediately hid behind her and did not dare to continue looking.

"Well, let's continue discussing this matter."

Wuming's face turned red, and he wanted to turn the situation around.

"Honey, honey, I want to know something!"

New Jersey looked at the four labels and suddenly spoke slowly.

"As for the remaining label, Honey can't make up his mind, right?"

"Yes, the protagonist and kindness are necessary. I think any of the remaining labels are acceptable."

Wuming looked at New Jersey, not knowing what she wanted to say.

"How about this, we draw lots, and then the winners pick one from their own character tags?"

Soviet Rossiya also spoke.

As she spoke, Wuming felt that the atmosphere here became a little tense.

"Enterprise, and Haman can't participate in the lottery. Is that okay?"

Wuming looked at New Jersey and found that she, as the initiator of the topic, didn't seem to object. Then he looked around and saw that everyone seemed eager to try.

"Um... everyone, this is just a label, a summoning tendency..."

The nameless harem man's intuition told him that something was wrong, but his dissuasion was useless. Soviet Rossiya clapped his hands, and a cold warship suit appeared beside him as if a snowy field was materialized. When this behemoth stood upright, it was almost ten meters tall. As soon as it appeared, it cleared the tables and chairs around it, crawled on the ground, shrank into a ball, and turned into a large pebble.

"Sisters, there are fifteen people here, and there are exactly thirteen if you exclude the company. How about this, the company will assign us two people to form a group and see who God favors more!"

Soviet Rossiya grinned and stepped on the ship's equipment, turning the originally friendly lottery ceremony into a roulette game full of gunpowder.

Wuming looked around silently.

Excluding Harman and Enterprise, there are also Beverly, Soviet Rossiya, Noshiro, Lafite, Lingbo, New Jersey, Champagne, Sirius, Charles, Sirius, Yatsen, Mainz and Hood.

"How do we calculate the extra lot?"

Mainz said lightly.

"Byes. Everyone only has one chance anyway."

Soviet Rossiya said with confidence.

Wuming moved quietly and came to Belfast.

"Why is everyone so excited?"

The former head maid sighed slightly. Sirius, who was not far away, was anxiously waiting for Enterprise to come and issue the signature. He could also hear her mumbling.

"Sirius must draw the lottery, throw in Sirius's characteristics, and find a heroine who is just like Sirius!"

The former head maid looked at Wuming silently without saying a word.

"Um... I don't think it should be like this..."

Wuming looked at the four labels in the air and finally guessed the reason.

Maybe it was because of Harman's reaction that everyone misunderstood, and this so-called coordinate search system became a character search, and then became the so-called commander's favorite type or something...

"Befa, this is a misunderstanding, you should be able to..."

"So Master, why not add a maid label?"

Wuming looked at Belfast's slightly resentful eyes and closed his mouth quietly. It seemed that now was not the time to reason.

The first round passed quickly, and Yixian nodded slightly to Charles opposite him.

"I'm sorry, Charles."

"It's okay. The chances of it being my turn were slim. But Sister Yixian, I want to eat some sugar cakes later..."

Charles touched his big forehead, not caring much about the failure, and readily put forward some small requests, to which Yixian agreed with a smile.

Such little episodes happen all the time, and next is the second round, seven to four.

A minute later, the stupid maid Sirius looked at the red lot in her hand and cheered. Champagne on the opposite side blinked, turned her head to look at Soviet Rossiya, then stood aside, waiting for the result of the third round with an unchanged expression.

Half a minute later, Soviet Rossiya and New Jersey looked at each other, one put the lot on the table, and the other held the lot tightly in his hand, and then in silence, they turned over the lots in their hands together.

Meanwhile, the former maid who was eliminated in the first round breathed a sigh of relief.

"It seems that God loves me more!"

Soviet Rossiya shook the red sign in his hand and smiled confidently.

Chapter 485: Guess what the next world is

This little farce ended with Soviet Rossiya throwing a label with the word "reckless" in it.

As a Northern Alliance ship, Soviet Rossiya was labeled as [fortitude], [calm], and [alcoholic], but in the end, the victor was so willful that he threw these not-so-positive personal characteristics in. If the dimension gate can find a new world, its protagonist must be a kind but reckless woman.

After this matter was settled, the interior of the dimensional gate in the distance began to spin slowly, turning into an ever-changing vortex. When Wuming looked at it from afar, he always felt that it looked like a high-speed rotating drum washing machine.

He returned to the command room alone and continued to work alone.

Ever since the winner of the last red ticket was announced, everyone, including New Jersey, seemed to have something to talk to Soviet Rossiya, who was loved by God. Wuming looked at Soviet Rossiya under the blue dress, with a piece of paper faintly stuck to the lining, and silently gave her a blessing in his heart, then quietly returned to the command room.

This world is still a price to pay, and this lucky guy looked at the settled label result and didn't seem to care at all about Champagne's sleeves. Wuming could only stay for a few seconds and left in her confused eyes.

Well, I hope I don’t get beaten too badly.

After being busy for a while, Wuming was working at his desk when he suddenly had an idea. He looked up and saw Frederick the Great and Helena.meta looking at him at the door of the command room which now had no door.

"Is there something wrong or are you here to help?"

"I have something to do, but I will stay and help."

Frederick the Great, dressed in black, looked like a thin shadow. He sat steadily beside Wuming amid the crisp sound of tapping.

"It seems I missed a good show before."

She said in a know-it-all tone.

In fact, as Frederick the Great visited more and more places in the port area, her eyes gradually covered the entire port area, but most of the time she didn't need to see other things.

"I guess so, but the protagonist of the good show may not be performing the good show now."

Wuming stretched out his hand and embraced Frederick the Great's waist. Under the thin clothes, his fleshy skin was a little cool, and only Wuming knew the temperature inside.

"Haha, that's such a cheap way of cheating. I guess I thought that the wine bottle was some special device, so I kept scanning the room, focusing on her ship outfit. I didn't expect it to be a note hidden close to her body."

Frederick the Great was very contemptuous of the stupid method of the Northern Alliance ships, and he never expected that this stupid method would actually be successful.

"If we draw lots, will hiding the note be useful?"

It's not that Wuming didn't have some evil thoughts when he was young, and he had all kinds of ideas about cheating, but his version of the method was too outdated, and he didn't think that those developers would go ashore and turn into people who walked with briefcases, so he always doubted his life when he was caught. Now when he heard that there was this trick, he immediately became interested.

"There's something wrong with the paper. Although it looks like normal white paper, it changes color with temperature. In the last round, the woman heated the paper with the temperature of her palm. Just in case, she brought a spare, and the spare was discovered."

Wuming suddenly felt a cool and soft feeling on the other side, and there was a faint fragrance in his ears.

Helena.meta was smiling and talking, leaning on Wuming, with her pale face showing undisguised emotions.

Wuming was slightly startled, then looked at Frederick the Great in confusion, and the latter said naturally.

“That’s what’s going on.”

Wuming felt that something was wrong. He looked at Helena.meta in amazement and felt that he had underestimated her. She had actually managed to deal with Frederick the Great in just a few hours.

"What happen to you guys?"

Frederick the Great was very satisfied with Wuming's reaction. Although her husband was a man who could not control himself, at least he was trying.

"Unhappy, Commander?"

Helena.meta said softly, the sadness that always shrouded her brows in the past had dissipated a lot, and now there was a hint of playfulness and satisfaction in her words.

"I'm happy, but I thought I'd have to wait a while, maybe a week, maybe a month..."

Wuming said this when Helena.meta interrupted.

"It could also be a year from now, or ten years from now."

She stared at Wuming steadily, allowing the latter to see that in Helena.meta's eyes, only his figure was frozen in it.

"The commander must want a chance for no one to get hurt, but how could such a chance appear out of nowhere?"

Helena.meta put her head on Wuming's shoulder and leaned against it gently.

"I am a bad woman. I will never wait here foolishly. After all, the pressure on me is getting greater and greater."

She whispered coquettishly, her white fingertips without black gloves circling on Wuming's chest, and then her other equally soft hand covered it.

"Almost, Helena."

Frederick the Great spoke in a complicated tone, looking at Wuming with a look that was mixed with self-deception that he was just going there to practice his skills and worry that it would be too late to regret now, which eventually turned into a self-destructive whisper.

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