To ascend, I had no choice but to create games-Chapter 675 - 384 Loneliness (Second Update)_1
Chapter 675 -384: Loneliness (Second Update)_1
Chapter 675 -384: Loneliness (Second Update)_1
For different people, games have different meanings.
Some see gaming as redemption, the only light in this chaotic world, the ultimate form of human art.
Others see gaming as a disastrous flood and fierce beast, a spiritual opiate poisoning the minds of the world’s fine youth, deserving burial in graves and subject to spit every now and then to quell the hatred in their hearts.
But for Monkey, gaming is the other half of life, a kind of faith. He is only complete with games; without them, he’s just an evolved monkey, evolution being fairly thorough.
He could go without eating, without drinking water, without taking a wife and having children, but he couldn’t go without gaming.
In the eyes of ordinary people, constantly fighting in an instance and desperately battling the demons in a scene might as well be like being at work or in prison.
But for Monkey, this is the utmost pleasure, where he could kill for three days and nights without getting tired.
“Wahaha, come on, let’s continue the battle! No matter if you’re ancient vajras, prehistoric demons, or cyberdinosaurs, all shall perish under my soul-breaking stick,” Monkey roared with wild laughter.
Watching the cackling Monkey, Xiemen Waidao said, “Monkey’s pretty crazy, huh.”
“Don’t talk about my idol like that; he’s just being spontaneous,” Eric immediately defended his idol.
“You’re pretty crazy too.”
Monkey became happier and more exhilarated as he killed, leaving no survivor in the area until the day turned dark and production of the demons couldn’t keep up with his killing speed, and he kept on slaying relentlessly.
If reaction, awareness, and hand speed were the external skills, then the various digital models introduced by Eric were the internal skills. Monkey’s external skills were already peerless, but today’s acquisition of the internal skills completed the loop for him as a supreme master, making him comprehend the subtleties of the internal skills.
Looking at Monkey now, Xiemen Waidao couldn’t help saying, “Wow, I knew Monkey was tough, but I didn’t expect him to be this formidable.”
“Some people are just born to play games; envy won’t get you there,” Black Tech said calmly.
“And what am I?” Xiemen Waidao asked hopefully.
“You’re probably born to mess with people’s heads,” Black Tech suggested.
“So, a shit-stirrer? You don’t have to sugarcoat it; I know what I am,” Xiemen Waidao said with an accepting expression.
Looking at Xiemen Waidao’s resigned face, Black Tech felt he had made the right friend.
Monkey killed for a full eighteen hours, even took annual leave for himself, and continued killing in the game.
Xiemen Waidao had nothing to do, Black Tech was essentially retired, and Eric recorded Monkey’s heroic feats, intending to show others what the number one tough guy in Animal Crisis looked like.
In the end, it was the demons that couldn’t bear it anymore.
The surrounding demons grew fewer and fewer, their spawn rate slowed, and the huge, towering head finally closed its mouth, then glared fiercely at the four players.
Seeing the head becoming increasingly ferocious, Black Tech sensed that some scenario must have been triggered.
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Telling Monkey to pause for a moment, the four of them watched the massive head in anticipation, until it spoke first, “You’ve ruined my grand scheme.”
Its language was different, sounding completely unlike the previous consciousness, but thankfully Black Tech’s skills could translate this language, allowing him to understand.
Since no one besides Black Tech understood, he became the interpreter there by default.
Facing this massive, terrifying entity, Black Tech asked, “Are you ‘Mother’?”
“Mother? I used to be called that, but it’s been a long time since I’ve gone by that name. Yet, you being my kind are actually with those insects, truly revolting.”
A look of regret appeared on Mother’s face as she gazed at Black Tech as if she saw something filthy, clearly disgusted.
But Black Tech didn’t care about that and continued to ask, “What good thing are you talking about?”
“Of course, it’s to avoid the destruction of this place,” the mother’s head quivered, “I felt it, a dreadful presence has come here, whose servants discovered this area first, and then presented this world as a gift to an even more terrifying being. That being is ready to harvest us with an unstoppable blade, but it seems he has devised a more evil scheme, which is to make us his playthings.”
“Sounds pretty terrifying,” said Black Tech, “but how can I be sure what you’re saying is true?”
“I don’t need to make you believe, and I can even be sure that those bugs are servants of that evil presence. As for you, my sibling, I can only look at you with pity as you become an accomplice to evil, and then curse your existence in hell.”
“If you’re not evil, then why have you always bullied your children?”
“Children? I don’t have children… well, I once did, but they vanished after an attack.”
“Eh? Then why do you always go to steal their nutrition?”
“I’m not stealing, I’ve been wondering why nutrition automatically appears whenever I go somewhere.”
Gazing into the distance with melancholy, the mother reflected, “That was a terrifying attack, almost all of my siblings disappeared, and my three children vanished during that attack. Since then, I could only stay here, waiting for their return. Somehow, I feel they’re not far from me, they’re still by my side. So, I must stay here, waiting for them to come back.”
Xiemen Waidao, watching the sorrowful female head, couldn’t help but say, “I suddenly feel this lady is quite pitiful; could it be that I have a thing for widows?”
And Eric said to Xiemen Waidao, “I need to remind you, I’m not yet eighteen.”
“Oh, sorry.”
“No, what I mean is, I’ll be eighteen in two more months, so by then, please send me the films you recommend, can you?”
Looking at Eric, Xiemen Waidao lamented that Prussians really are Prussians, so meticulous even about asking for films.
After pondering for a while, Black Tech specifically made a mind map, summarizing all the intelligence he had gathered so far.
Armed with the intelligence he had summarized, he re-entered the game and then said to the mother, “I’ve figured it out, I have one piece of good news and one piece of bad news for you, which do you want to hear first?”
“The good news?”
“Your three children are still alive, and apparently, they’re doing quite well.”
At this message, the mother closed her eyes, and after a long time, she revealed a heart-stirring smile, “Really? That’s wonderful. Where are they?”
“Right where you go to get your nutrition. But this is also the bad news I have to tell you, you’re on a different channel from them now.”
“What does that mean?” the mother asked, puzzled.
“Like a radio, your frequency is 50hz, theirs might be 100hz, leading to a situation where you’re both in the same place, but you can’t see them.”
The mother stared at Black Tech, and after a long pause, asked in disbelief, “Can they see me, then?”
“They can, because frequencies can be downward compatible, so they can see you and hear your voice, but it seems you can’t see them or sense their presence anymore. Of course, this is just a hypothesis, but I feel this guess is quite plausible.”
“Then… why has this happened?”
“The conjecture should be related to that attack you mentioned.”
Looking at the mother who seemed to have short-circuited in her head, Black Tech felt she was quite pitiable.
Despite her children being right beside her, she couldn’t feel their presence and even her actions were being interpreted by them as a form of neglect.
Putting himself in her shoes, Black Tech felt this truly was an ultimate form of existential loneliness.
