bookpower Chapter 283: 183: Not a Bad World (Makeup) _2
Chapter 283: 183: Not a Bad World (Makeup) _2
Chapter 283: Chapter 183: Not a Bad World (Makeup) _2
On the brink of death, it still couldn’t believe that it actually died at the hands of a tiny electric arc.
Only after the Scavenger had completely perished did Xiemen Waidao, following the weapon’s guidance, jump to this location.
The Flesh Spaceship had disintegrated into nothingness, but Lady Tragedy’s body coalesced in the void and was subsequently retrieved by two players and brought back aboard the spaceship.
After securing his magical weapon, Xiemen Waidao looked at the fox-like Lady Tragedy before him and then asked, “Liuzi, do you have any inspiration?”
“... How could I possibly have any!”
“I saw you looking all eager at the spaceship; I thought such things could excite you as well.”
Liuzi squinted at Xiemen Waidao and decided not to play with him anymore.
Once her body was fully reassembled, Lady Tragedy woke up faintly, nearly screaming at the sight of the two squirrels in front of her.
Memories of being beaten to tatters were so vivid that she couldn’t help but want to scream at the sight of squirrels, as her tragic nature began to condense once again.
Seeing Lady Tragedy like this, the two squirrels felt pretty good.
Just standing there could turn her into the embodiment of tragedy, and then they would try to use her to change reality.
Pleased with themselves, they took Lady Tragedy and the Goddess of Art and flew toward the headquarters of the Freedom Alliance, ready to fight the Shadows in their own way.
Second-round players had more experience and became more composed.
They already knew what they were about to face and whom they could trust and whom to abandon.
The direct intervention of the Main God stabilized the Heavenly Tao network, and the loyalty of the reincarnated Gods allowed the players to resist the Shadows at a brisker pace.
The Sect had become nominal, and the experience of the reincarnated Gods finally made them shed their aloof mindset and instead reflect on their relationship with all beings and how they should manage their connections with them.
When some Gods completed their tasks ahead of time and returned to the Land of the Gods, they came to Fang Cheng and presented their findings with utmost respect.
“Your Angel Envoy, they like to rebel.”
Seeing the surprisingly consistent response, Fang Cheng held his head and sighed.
I knew it.
This bunch of players were born to be rebellious, and the thing they loved most was to go against their own, even if they managed to expel the Shadows, they wouldn’t think of doing business afterwards but would start thinking about how to balance the relationship between the Gods and the mundane.
In the sub-forums of Game Inn, what they discussed every day were the characteristics of each God, how those characteristics could be exploited, and what kind of regimes could be established against those characteristics.
Those in the know understood they were playing a game; those not in the know might think they were discussing Marxist philosophy.
Although they will probably return to the old path of making money, that time is too far off to foresee.
Instead of waiting for that day, it’s better to think about what to do for the next game.
After accepting the faith, Mukuai 1234 called the Goddess of Art over and whispered something in her ear, which made the Goddess of Art hesitate and ask, “Is that okay?”
“It’s okay.”
“Then... thank you.”
Waving goodbye, Mukuai 1234 looked at the suddenly empty base and, still holding the Xiemen Waidao, said, “It’s gotten so quiet all of a sudden, feels a bit unusual.”
“Can you keep your hands calm when you say that?” grumbled the Xiemen Waidao, now pinched into an equilateral triangle.
“Don’t like it?”
“Don’t like it.”
“But I like it.”
“...Alright, I like it too then.”
“Good.”
After logging off, Liuzi first took a nap, catching up on the sleep he had missed recently.
Upon waking, he replied to his editor’s messages, telling him that he had no immediate plans to resume publication, but would inform him if that changed.
With nothing else to do, he watched some variety shows, video chatted with his family back home, cleaned his room since it was still early, read through a pile of accumulated comics, and then began preparing to play a game.
Although he hadn’t decided what to play yet, he logged into Fang Cheng Studio’s pass, intending to start from there and consider his options.
But just as he logged into the game, he noticed an extra person had appeared in his apartment.
The person was a quite cute girl, dressed in a white dress, with long, silky, black hair.
She was lying on the couch with little Mukuai, both of them reading a comic and occasionally commenting on the content.
Everything about this girl was great, except that she was only as tall as a figurine, which made her seem more like a living doll than a human, naturally not triggering Liuzi’s anxiety around women.
Hearing the door open, both the figurine girl and little Mukuai looked up and said to the entering Liuzi, “You’re back.”
“You... Goddess of Art?”
“...You actually recognized me!”
“Your voice is exactly the same, okay! But how did you get here? Are the easter eggs that high-end now? And why are you so small? Is there a special reason?”
“Those little details don’t matter. Just know that I might occasionally drop by. Are you welcoming me or not?”
“...It’s okay, I guess.”
Watching the Goddess of Art continue reading with little Mukuai, Liuzi felt his apartment suddenly filled with life, giving him, who lived alone, a long-missed feeling of coming home.
Sitting on the lounging chair by the bed, he suddenly lost interest in continuing to game and, instead, stared at the distant beach and sea, listening to the excited voice of the Goddess of Art, and quietly rested.
This world, it’s quite nice.