NFBE Chapter 1081 A Passerby Cannon Fodder in an Infinite Flow Dimension (Part 4)
Chapter 1081 A Passerby Cannon Fodder in an Infinite Flow Dimension (Part 4)
Moreover, the mirror world reigns supreme over everything, yet it is unaware that those who are ruled can also glean some useful information.
Even if you can't say it out loud, you can find a way to write it down. What do alien civilizations know?
The NPC's betrayal was quickly noticed by the Mirror World. It would not and dared not directly confront the Chosen One, since the will of the universe was there, and unfair behavior would be blocked by the will of the universe.
Xie Chenzhou's luck even carried the protection of the previous world, so the other world could only turn around and attack the original owner.
During an NPC infiltration mission, the Mirror World triggered her death mechanic three times, exhausting all her resurrection opportunities. An ultimatum was issued: if she still couldn't fulfill her duty, she would be thrown into more dangerous games as an NPC.
Unfortunately, despite its meticulous planning, it underestimated human wisdom.
Even before she sensed she was about to be eliminated, the original owner used a 'primitive method'—undetectable by the mirror world—to hide all her secrets in an old book and several coded pages, which she secretly gave to her brother, Tan Jiashu, before leaving.
The password page contains the original owner's account of her becoming an NPC and the things the mirror world did to him, as well as the core rules she, as an NPC, was able to steal.
【Mirror World Destruction Rules: You must first collect 10 perfect score Warrior Stars, then compete against the person chosen behind the Mirror World in five rounds. Winning all five rounds will trigger the cosmic purification process.】
If they fail, the trial participants will be devoured, and their home planet will become a target for plunder prematurely.
After doing all this, the original owner of the body entered the final mission given to her by the game and never returned.
Only that old book, carrying a secret, remained, becoming the trump card and key for Xie Chenzhou, the chosen one, to fight against the mirror world.
Ultimately, the mirror world disappeared from this world...
After saying this, Bao Bao sighed a bit, realizing that the original owner of this body was indeed very loving and compassionate.
Miaomiao was also quite moved. The original owner was simply caught in the crossfire, but Miaomiao also felt that her actions were very principled.
It's better to die standing than to live on your knees.
You can bow your head for a while, but you can't bow your head forever...
"What were the original owner's demands?"
As Miaomiao asked the question, she took two steps to the side, and that's when she discovered an even bigger bug.
Although she heard Bao Bao talking about how terrible this world was, no one told her that what she thought was the bottom of the tower was on the ground floor. And because it was dark all around her, apart from feeling the strong wind, she really didn't notice Hua Dian.
Now she noticed that when she looked horizontally, she couldn't see any buildings in the distance, only some huge, ambiguous game banners floating in the sky.
Before Miaomiao could hear Baobao speak, she walked a little further to the side, becoming more and more alarmed. It turned out that the base of this tower was actually built on top of a skyscraper dozens of stories high. Had it pierced through the sky?
No wonder the wind is so strong, and no wonder the original owner chose to become an NPC because of this game. Anyone with a fear of heights could fall to their death here in a heartbeat just by looking down, let alone climbing the iron tower...
"The original owner's wish was not to become an NPC and to let her brother live."
As soon as Bao Bao finished speaking, the time-stopping control collapsed.
When the howling wind, carrying a chill, swept in again, Miaomiao instinctively grabbed onto the steel bars behind her to avoid being blown off the building by the force of the wind.
"Just now...did that person just vanish into thin air?"
The middle-aged man with the previously indifferent expression suddenly spoke up in surprise, after all, the somewhat thin and dejected girl in his sight was gone.
But he was interrupted by the sound of scattered footsteps coming from not far away as soon as he spoke.
Suddenly, more than a dozen more figures surged onto the rooftop. Some were dressed in rags and had pale faces, clearly veterans of the game.
There were also people inside, dressed smartly, with curious and bewildered eyes, clearly newcomers who had just been drawn into this world.
Everyone who was standing on the rooftop was drawn to the sudden arrival of the crowd, and Miaomiao took the opportunity to return to where she had been standing.
When the group of people who came to the rooftop saw the towering structure, many of them had second thoughts. The wind was too strong, the tower was too tall, and a fall from it would almost certainly be fatal.
A middle-aged man became the example for everyone who came up. His face was ashen, his legs gave way and he collapsed to the ground. He then began to scramble backward, muttering, "I'm not playing anymore, I'm not playing anymore."
Everyone's eyes were drawn to his actions. Some people tried to stop him, but the middle-aged man retreated too quickly. He had just come in, and within seconds he had retreated to the invisible "game's critical point" at the edge of the rooftop.
The instant his fingertips touched the white light that suddenly rose at the critical point, an unseen force began to tighten abruptly.
All that was heard was a shrill scream. The next second, the middle-aged man's body was crushed as if by an invisible giant hand, turning into a crimson mist of blood that splattered onto the cold cement ground.
Screams erupted instantly, and several newcomers were so frightened that their legs went weak and they collapsed to the ground, their breaths trembling. Meanwhile, the veterans who had already experienced one or several games simply hung their heads, their eyes filled with numbness and fear, clearly having witnessed the vicissitudes of this world countless times.
Just then, white light enveloped the entire rooftop. As a huge electronic screen appeared in the air opposite the Eiffel Tower, a slightly mischievous electronic female voice suddenly appeared, enveloping the entire rooftop.
[Ding, the minimum number of participants has been reached (20 people). There are currently 23 participants.]
Welcome to the "Jumanji" game! Game rules are loading.
The electronic voice paused, and then a dense array of eerie symbols appeared on the giant virtual screen, seemingly combining elements or playing mind games. In short, it sent chills down your spine.
Soon, 23 portrait photos lined up in a row appeared on the screen, each with 10 strange symbols behind it.
Below that are rows of white lettering explaining the rules.
The rules of the Braveheart Game are as follows:
1. Find the symbol after each person's name. Climb to the corresponding height in order, find the symbol to trigger, and the corresponding sequence of symbols will be displayed on your personal screen.
2. If the sequence pattern or order does not match the standard answer given to the individual by the system, it will be immediately eliminated;
3. The game has been generated, and all players must play. Anyone who remains under the tower for more than 10 minutes will be eliminated!
4. The game has a time limit of 3 hours. Those who fail to complete the game within the time limit will be eliminated!
Good luck to you!
The moment the rules were announced, unfamiliar symbols began to slowly appear on the tower. They varied in size, some as big as a round table, others only the size of a palm. Visibility was already poor at night, and most of these symbols were dozens of meters away or even further. Miaomiao even saw symbols flashing at the top of the tower, but they were too far away to see clearly.
This was the first game the original owner had ever experienced. It seemed to be just a test of physical strength, but as the wind blew by, carrying the stench of blood mist, Miao Miao looked down at the abyss and the swaying symbols on the iron tower. "Damn, they're shameless."
This is no "game for the brave," it's a naked gamble for life and death, with absolutely no room for error. They're being treated like devils.