Number One Player of Time and Space

As time went by, the purple mist that shrouded the campus became thicker and thicker, and soon reached the point where it was almost impossible to see even one's fingers.

Oh no!

Like a scene cut in a movie, the thick purple fog that originally filled the surrounding area suddenly disappeared in the blink of an eye, and the sudden bright sunshine made everyone almost unable to open their eyes.

Neat and bright streets, tall buildings and TV towers, hurried office workers, boys and girls laughing and playing, and gorgeous cherry blossom trees everywhere...

As far as the eye can see, there is a most typical beautiful scenery of the two-dimensional world.

Plop——!

Several fat otakus of the Evil Eye Otaku Team knelt on the ground with tears in their eyes, worshiping the world in front of them like the most devout believers, and muttering some random thoughts that no one could understand.

Other players are also curiously observing their companions, as well as their own hands and feet, and everything that can be seen. They are also quite novel and interesting about this pseudo-two-dimensional change.

The chief took out a half-length mirror directly from the storage space. It was probably a miscellaneous item from the surprise box. He glanced at it and suddenly exclaimed: "Hey, let me go! What's going on! How can I follow your style of painting?" no the same?"

Luo Jie turned around subconsciously and almost laughed out loud.

The Chief originally had a typical tough-guy face, with muscles all over his body as muscular as a professional bodybuilder. After the two-dimensional transformation, his body actually had a lot of thick strokes and large black shadows that symbolized a tough guy, which was different from most of the people present. It is completely different from the fresh campus character painting style. It has a bold and unrestrained feeling that a few wild calligraphy will pop up behind it at any time.

The dancer was also laughing so hard that she teased: "Chief, did you go to the wrong set while filming "Fist of the North Star"?"

The chief was a little depressed, and then the unique emoticon of the second dimension - a black line - appeared on his face. Now the dancer laughed even louder, almost squatting on the ground with a stomachache and unable to get up.

Of course, the Chief is not the only player whose painting style has changed like this. All seven members of Japan's Yakuza Tetsuo team have adopted the same hard-core painting style. Coupled with the increasingly clear tattoos all over their bodies, it's almost like The four words "I am a bad person" were written on his face.

Just when everyone was still unable to fully adapt to their own changes, the taskbar of the personal main panel finally changed.

——[The School of Supernatural Apocalypse (Guard)]

——[Mission: Protect the seven people Takashi Komuro, Rei Miyamoto, Saya Takagi, Toda Hirano, Saeko Busushima, Shizuka Marikawa, and Alice Kiri from Bedlord City. (optional)]

——[Time limit: 10 days. 】

——[When the mission is settled, the points earned by the player will be multiplied by the protection target coefficient as the final total points. 】

——[The protection target coefficient is as follows:]

——[Komuro Takashi, Busujima Saeko x1]

——[Miyamoto Rei, Hirano Toda x2]

——[Takagi Saya, Marikawa Shizuka x3]

——[Hiri Alice X5]

After reading the mission prompts, more than a hundred players present fell into collective silence, and many people's faces were obviously ugly.

"What...what's going on?"

The chief was a little confused. Compared with other people, this big guy's IQ was obviously below the average. He probably grew too much muscle and squeezed his brain into a small one.

He subconsciously looked at Luo Jie beside him, obviously relying on Luo Jie's intelligence analysis ability.

"The difficulty of the mission has increased again."

The dancer rolled her eyes at him. Only this tough guy could not see such an obvious change.

The chief still didn't react, scratched his head and said: "Where? Isn't it the same as the mission briefing meeting..."

"We have no identity this time."

Luo Jie also didn't expect that this illusion would be so powerful for all players, so he couldn't help but frown and subconsciously rubbed his chin.

"In the two illusions where the player failed to clear the level before, the player initially appeared inside the 'Private Fujimi Academy' where the plot takes place, and based on their respective circumstances, they automatically had an identity that would be recognized by the plot NPC...or rather , the plot NPC is cognitively impaired by the illusion when it is formed, and will automatically treat the player as a passerby who has been seen on campus but is not familiar with it, and this is obviously not a private Fujimi Academy.”

The chief just reacted half a beat slower than others, and was not mentally retarded. Jing Luo Jie immediately realized the crux of the problem when he mentioned this.

Just imagine, in the apocalypse where living corpses are rampant, would you rather follow a familiar teacher or classmate, or would you rather follow a stranger who suddenly appears in front of you without knowing any details about his origins?

The condition for clearing this fantasy world is to protect these seven plot NPCs and escape from Bedlord City within ten days. But if you can't gain the trust of the other party, how can you take them away?

Several player teams from the Japanese country gathered together and discussed something, and then they broke into pieces as a team and disbanded on the spot.

Only a hundred players from China were left looking at each other.

"Hey, what do you do?"

Illusion is not a game. With such a large group of people staying motionless on the street, it is impossible for UU Reading www.uukanshu.net not to arouse the attention and suspicion of the people around. I wonder if someone with bad intentions called the police. It didn’t take long for two people to call the police. Uniformed police officers rushed over to question him.

"Hello, police officer, we are a tour group from China. The tour guide suddenly had a stomachache and went to the toilet just now. He asked us to wait for him here. Our passports are also with the tour guide..."

Jia Shuai reacted quickly and casually made up a reason with no big flaws. In order to strengthen his persuasion, he also roped in Wang Ke, who was relatively good-looking, to help him.

Fortunately, the players who carried out this mission were all Chinese civilian players. The members were composed of old and young. They were not related to dangerous elements. The two policemen did not have too much suspicion. They just confirmed what was needed. He left to patrol other areas without needing help.

After the two policemen walked away, Jia Shuai immediately summoned all the player team captains to hold an emergency meeting.

"Everyone, everyone has seen what happened just now. We are unidentified gangsters here. If we stay together for such a long time, it will easily lead to another police investigation. But then it will not be so easy to get over... …I think everyone doesn’t want to be locked up in the police station’s holding room when the zombie crisis breaks out, right?”

"President, what do you mean... we should disband on the spot and hide ourselves like the Japanese?" asked a player captain.

"Although this will not help the mission, it is the only option for now." Jia Shuai frowned. If there was a better way, he would not be willing to break up the newly formed alliance. " Although the exact date of the virus outbreak cannot be determined, the usual nature of the fantasy mission will definitely not give us much leisurely preparation time. It will most likely be this afternoon..."