Chapter 240: The Game Pool

Three days later.

[System Alert: Player Mu Sicheng has cleared the game "Urban Strange Tales"]

[System Alert: Player Mu Sicheng has qualified for the league]

Mu Sicheng glides through the fire and smoke, catching an invisible rope, whistling on cue and hooking his lips.

Deafening, up-tempo music plays in the headphones and the firelight illuminates Mu Sicheng's delighted expression with an eerie ferocity.

[OK.]

The moment Mu Sicheng's little TV went off, a new poster popped up at the very end of the system's league registration, showing Mu Sicheng with one arm and a monkey's paw, eyes out of focus, a fierce, evil expression on his face, and a train about to explode in the background - a scene from the last train to explode in which Mu Sicheng is stabbed by The scene in the background is that of Mu Sicheng being stabbed by Bai Liu to the point of a mental explosion.

In front of Mu Sicheng's small television stands a man gazing up at it, the butterfly on his shoulder flapping its wings imperceptibly, the breeze blowing his long hair down over his shoulder.

Mu Sicheng on the small TV announced proudly to Bai Liu, "We've made it, so we're waiting for the league to be won!

Armand drops his eyes, his long lashes casting a dense shadow over his face, and he turns away, a very light smile on his face.

-- Mu Sicheng, whatever game you want to play this time --

I'll be there for all of it, as I was before.

In our last life, our games were only half and half, and we ended up in the same place.

It's not that easy for you to win over me.

Third on the Nightmare Nova list behind Armand is a player wearing an ugly, self-painted clown mask, laughing shrilly and shooting indiscriminately at the monsters and players in front of him with a half-metre toy flare gun, his mask splattered with minced flesh and blood.

In front of his small television, the audience was stunned into silence for a long time.

"Well, that's scary, is this guy crazy? I remember he's still new, right? How come he's so desperate to brush up on the game, this is the seventh time I've seen him on the Rising Stars list in the past two days, doesn't he sleep?"

"...... I even saw a Kabbalah guild member come into the game yesterday to recruit him, but he killed him outright ......"

"It was the Kabbalah guild that was rounding him up today, wasn't it? Man, he killed them all ......"

"What kind of skill is this? With one shot, the reserve team members of the Kabbalah Guild were not even able to fight back, he's a newbie ah, how can the skill damage value be as high as 10,000 values or more ......"

Daniel emerged from the entrance to the boarding house covered in blood.

The players around him recoiled in horror to avoid him - this guy was the only player to survive that game just now.

It's not that this game has a low pass rate, it's that this guy killed all the other players! Almost beaten to a pulp!

But Daniel is unconcerned by the fact that others are shunned.

From the first time he logged out of a game like that, he fell in love with the feeling of being submerged in warm blood when he logged out - it made Daniel feel like he was still alive before that.

Live before you meet Bai Liu, before your dreams turn into nightmares.

Daniel crushes and throws away the blood-stained homemade mask from his face and turns around, and there before him stands a man, the left half of his face hidden under a metallic piece of armour, his eyes fixed on Daniel - clearly looking for him.

If it were a game, Daniel would have pulled out his gun and killed him by this time, but this was a game lobby and Daniel walked past the man as if he hadn't seen him, but the man pulled him in quite unobtrusively.

"Would you like to join my guild." The man said.

"The last person who spoke to me like that." Daniel's mouth pulled exaggeratedly wide, but there was no smile in his eyes, "It's turned into a blood stain on my mask."

The man was unmoved, he grunted in disbelief, "If I said I could get Bai Liu to take you on, would you be willing to work for me?"

Daniel confronted the man for a while and finally asked, "What is the name of your guild?"

The man seemed to anticipate Daniel's compromise: "The Sixth Guild, the Deer Hunters."

"I don't work with people who don't show their true faces." Daniel swept the mask from his face and demanded nastily, "After you remove the mask, I'll see if you, a coward hiding your head, are qualified to talk about working with me."

"I thought you yourself might like your masked counterpart; after all, there is no monster more afraid to face up to the meaning of his existence than you, Daniel."

The man was not offended by Daniel's words, but rather mocked them back in a mean way, slowly removing his armour from his hands and looking at him with a hawk-like dusky right eye, the left eye beneath the mask an empty black hole that made one's scalp tingle.

" Cen Buming, President of Guild 6."

......

Six days later.

[System Alert: Player Bai Liu Muke has cleared the game "Daughter of the Mire"]

[System Alert: Player Bai Liu Muke has been qualified for league registration]

[System Alert: The Wandering Circus team has gathered all five basic players and has officially entered the league selection process. We hope you will achieve good results in the league ......]

Tang Erda looked around at everyone and nodded, "That's fine, basic panel values are up to over eight thousand, get in the game pool."

The closed doors of the games pool slowly opened outwards, and the colourful light of the screens reflected on everyone's faces.

The moment the doors closed, the number one spot on the Nightmare Rising Stars list in the small TV section became Daniel's face in a clown mask, grinning broadly, "I'm off to play in the league everyone, please support me."

He bowed courteously, raising one hand up on one side in a very standard show-call salute, and looked up slightly to reveal a pair of clean, clear apple-green eyes, which curved up into a smile.

"Otherwise I'll take my chances and kill the audience that doesn't support me."

At the same time, the Deer Hunter's Guild put out an announcement - [The player at the top of this Rising Star list is one of our official Guild members this year].

In the real world, the headquarters of the Bureau of Heresy Processing.

Cen Buming walks past Tang Erda's unused office in his uniform, turning sideways, his eyes flickering around the empty office, finally settling on the gun on his desk, silent for a few seconds before snorting mockingly.

"Is it the hunter's destiny to be forsaken by the prophets?"

"Whether it's generation one or generation two, the result is to become a monster to be observed - it's ...... sad enough."

When he finished, he narrowed his brows, hooked the door shut with his toe, looked obscurely Buming, and walked away without looking back.

This office, which used to be the office of the First Squad's leader, the Seer, has since become Tang Erda's office, with a top-secret dossier that only the Seer can detect on the desk, next to the see-through monocle used to access the top-secret dossier.

Apparently Tang Erda was going to use the monocle to peek into the sealed top secret files before he left, but in the end he couldn't get past himself and stopped looking.

At that moment the monocle on the desk was driven by the wind and flipped over, face up, over a particular file folder, the title of the contents of which could be clearly seen through the convex lens -

--[Heresy No. 0009]

[Heresy Name: Generation Hunter Cen Buming].

[...... former deputy captain of the first detachment, with the 0006 world line began to take over the prophet authority, perform hunter tasks, with the 0317 world line spirit completely downgraded, there was the first riot, revoked the hunter position, outlawed the prophet authority, transferred to the second detachment captain, handed it over to the third detachment captain, the second generation of hunters Tang Erda ......]

[...... so far the world line has no intention to hurt anyone, has a tendency to recover, stay on duty under observation ......]

Inside the game pool.

This area is completely different from the small TV outside, with a huge screen projected on the ground, like a huge pool, with an embankment about half a metre high around the edge of the 'pool'.

The entire gaming pool area is shrouded in a strange psychedelic shadowy, coloured light - giving the impression of an underground dance hall from the 1980s.

The colourful ground screen is a dazzling display of countless game covers floating in rapid rotation, like a mass of carp bobbing in a pond.

Every now and then a player jumps in or out of it, and the scene is fantastic.

"The light here ...... is so shiny ......" Muke didn't take long to start rubbing his eyes, "I get dizzy looking at it too long. "

"That's for sure." Liu Jiayi spreads his hands, "The light in the game pool has the effect of lowering mental values, which is also a part of the power-up."

Mu Sicheng glanced at Liu Jiayi: "Isn't this your first time here too? Why do you feel so good at it?"

Liu Jiayi paused subtly: "Earlier Hearts had me use her skill card to become her in order to train me more safely and mix in with the game pool to train me - the game training here is much more intense and I stay inside the pool most of the time. "

"No wonder I don't see you on the list much out here." Mu Sicheng clapped his hands in realization, "So you're in here - I thought you were dead in some game and hadn't shown up for so long."

Liu Jiayi: "......"

Never mind, this foolish man talks without thinking, she puts up with it.

Bai Liu stood next to the huge floor screen and pondered, "These fast-flowing game posters are part of the training, aren't they? A test of dynamic vision and information intake?"

Tang Erda replied to Bai Liu's question: "Yes, picking the right games is quite important for newbie teams like us, because some big, strong guilds will fix certain games for training, and for us, we have to avoid those games, otherwise we'll bump into them at first... ..."

Before he could say anything, the game pool suddenly emerged with a mass of players logging out together.

It is not unusual for players to log out, but these players crawled out as if they had encountered a ghost, full of fear, cursing and screaming as they did so.

"What the hell kind of luck is this? Pick a game at random and you step on a mine!"

"Damn good thing I ran fast or I would have been whipped to death!"

"Hasn't the assassin sequence been training in the Snowbound copy regularly lately! Why are they suddenly coming to the Ice Age copy today!"

Bai Liu raised an eyebrow at the soaked, crawling players jumping out of the pool and picked up where Tang Erda left off, "-that's what happens, isn't it?"

As he spoke, a long, bony, snow-white hand reached out from the edge of the game pool and gripped the edge, pushing it downwards, and the man in the pool emerged like a fish, his long upper body emerging from the surface.

The man wore a simple black top and a pair of very loose fitting work trousers with lots of pockets underneath, and in his other hand he held a long black whip trailing on the ground.

He was soaked to the skin, dripping water from the ends of his hair over his eyes to the tightened legs of his trousers - as the fleeing player had just said, he must have just emerged from a copy of the ice field and the temperature radiating outwards was too cold to be approached easily.

The man, with one leg curled around the edge of the pool, leapt out with one hand and stood firmly in front of Bai Liu.

He only gave Bai Liu a light glance, as he had done with dozens of other strange players he had scared out of the game pool, and walked forward without giving Bai Liu another glance, brushing past his shoulder.

At the moment of passing, Bai Liu suddenly reached out and clutched his wrist, which was so cold that it was not even warm.