Chapter 409 The Treatment the Protagonist Deserves

"My dear King."

Angel walked through the messy room holding a pot of fake flowers and glanced at the king who was bandaged all over.

"Three bad news and one good news, which one do you want to hear?"

"Bad..."

The king was listless.

Angel rolled his eyes at him expressionlessly.

"Bad news one, I feel very embarrassed that you were beaten like this, and I feel more and more embarrassed."

"It's not my fault..."

"This is not the first time that you have provoked the Demon God of Ending at the round table."

"I don't like him, and I haven't liked him since hundreds of years ago."

"Be patient next time, otherwise you won't be beaten like this."

"Angel...it's me who wins."

"Your Majesty the King, even if you are the strongest one in the five corridors, don't forget that if you get hurt, it will be bad for the entire corridor."

Angel took a deep breath and put down the fake flowers.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't say bad words, but after all, our 'Endless Corridor' is the weakest, so nothing can happen to you."

"Okay, let's tell you the second bad news."

Angel took out a book and opened the pages. It read: [The medium area is on the verge of being eliminated].

The king was stunned for a moment, then: "Haha...hahahahaha!"

He laughed.

Angel threw the book at his head.

"I'm so happy thanks to you."

"There's nothing we can do~"

The king didn't take it seriously at all.

"I try my best to save the lives of these guys who have passed level 25. Isn't the price for their weak survival power? Angel, it's just a double-edged sword. The player's lifespan is actually very long. I just give them according to my willfulness. Arrange a relatively stable life, but you have to rely on yourself to survive the danger. ”

Angel sighed, she knew the king would be like this...

The rules of the "Endless Corridor" were set by the king within his personal ability. He was under greater pressure than other corridor managers and created Basel, a peaceful stage. Players can choose to live a stable life, but if they are in the script When meeting people in other corridors, you can only rely on yourself.

Double-edged sword...

It’s the same as life choices.

"Next bad news."

"'Death' and 'Eternal Life' want an explanation from you as to why our players had to deal such ruthless killing blows within ten minutes of preparation time."

Angie paused.

"And...this matter involves our staff..."

"Wait a minute..." The king was startled: "What do you mean? No, I haven't paid attention to the process of the corridor battle... What happened?"

"A team of 5900 players came up and silenced 'Eternal Life' and 'Death' in less than five minutes."

Angel took an information card out of her pocket, walked over to the corner of the table, and pressed the card against the king's face.

"See for yourself."

The king held the information card with his only moving hand.

His expression changed from strange to solemn, and then relaxed and happy.

"Li Nuo..."

He turned his chair.

Suddenly, the staff member who helped Li Nuo cheat appeared next to him.

Staff: "Ah...?"

King: "You help him cheat and be mentally prepared. If that guy wins, I will promote you. If he loses, I will send you to dig coal."

It was the first time that the staff saw the true appearance of their managers.

The young man with a black ponytail, long bangs covering half of his face, and his whole body except for one hand was bandaged. He looked like he had just been beaten.

"Do you understand?" The king gave the staff a clue.

"Ah... I understand..." The staff member nodded quickly and thought to himself: Strange... it makes my brain collapse so softly...

At the same time, the king also looked at the camera that Wenke had left here.

"I'm talking about you too."

Over there.

Wink and Nanami opened their eyes wide.

In their eyes, they can only see the king as a black data stream.

"Jane...what is this?"

Wink got no answer.

Nanami shed a cold sweat, and the alertness of the [Realm of Reason] prompted inexplicable fear in her heart. This fear was bowing to the supreme power, and even Cassius did not give her such a sense of oppression.

However, on the other side of the camera, the king blew a breath and removed some of his powers, allowing Nanami to regain her composure.

Angel passed through the window into the staff's house like a ghost.

"You let Li Nuo win before you let them go. Isn't it too much? The two most difficult ones, 'Zhi Yan' and 'Kong', are still there."

"Angel, do you understand what the Corridor War is?"

"Um?"

"The so-called 'war' is bullshit. There is no such thing as war."

The king snapped his fingers, temporarily turning off Wink's camera.

"Players all live for themselves. There is no sense of competition for the 'Corridor'. Maybe there is 'Eternal Life', but they were eliminated, so what happens next... depends on the world. Sometimes, a story The ending will not be with knives and bullets as everyone expected, but with accidents and harmony... I have experienced too many such things..."

As he spoke, what came to mind were stories from a hundred years ago, memories that were unique to him.

"The reason why I called this place 'Endless' is because the story does not have to have an ending. The story will not begin or end."

Angel actually didn't listen to his nonsense at all.

She just kept saying "yeah" to fool the king, and she stood in front of the computer, opened her personal information and poured it into the staff's computer, opened the administrator's authority, and retrieved the information of this script.

"Well... all the players have become two-dimensional?"

"Angel... did you not hear me?"

"Oh my God! This Maljie is so handsome! The girl comics must have run to the wrong crew!"

"Hey... Angel..."

"Who is this guy? Phil... is also handsome..."

"Angel!"

"Carl! We will win!"

Angel rarely called the king's name directly, and suddenly such a sentence made the king completely confused.

"Angel, you are not a [Critical]..."

The king was about to complain, but suddenly shut up because he saw Angel showing a very determined look.

"Look at this."

Angel opened Li Nuo's two-dimensional image.

Then, the two said in unison.

"The protagonist's face!"

...

[The script has begun]

[The following story is part of the background]

[The plot that should have been participated in by the "Death Corridor" can only be told to you in the form of narration because they were eliminated early]

1770.

A group of idiot crew members salvaged a box of treasure from the bottom of the sea.

When everyone was cheering for the gold coins in the treasure chest, only one alchemist was interested in a book inside.

——"The Summoning Alchemy Array of High-Dimensional Demons".

At night, the waves were rolling.

The crew gathered in the meeting room under the deck to discuss how to distribute the treasure they received.

"I want money, the rest is up to you."

"I just want that sword."

"Just leave me some gems."

These crew members are not pirates, but more like adventurers. It seems that it is their duty to explore the secrets of the sea.

Sailors, archaeologists, musicians, painters, even retired soldiers, and little devils who want to be warriors, all kinds of people.

"Pesk?"

"That guy, he took a book back to the room."

The cabin was shaking, and the wooden board creaked.

Under the wooden board, only one floor away from the bustle.

Pesk lit a candle and flipped through the book "Summoning Alchemy Array of High-Dimensional Demons" in the room.

"Give the power of eternal life... But for alchemists, they must first summon the devil to achieve it..."

Pesk's dark green eyes flickered in the firelight.

"Summon the eternal life contract of the devil..."

At this time, the wooden door was knocked.

"Come in."

"Pesk?"

The oldest old man here, a retired soldier, Michel, who is keen on adventure, is called Old Mishi.

"Everyone is looking for you."

Old Mishi's face full of knife marks looks a little scary, but his eyes are gentle and only belong to an old man.

"I'm not going..."

Pesk pushed the book back.

"Remember to rest. Alchemists also need sleep. You haven't slept well for several days."

"Okay, thank you."

Before the old Mi leader was about to leave, Pesca stopped him.

"Michel, what do you think of immortality?"

"I'm so old, don't tempt me with that kind of thing."

This sentence gave Pesca some shock.

Everyone will die one day... If so... what about immortality...

The door closed.

Pesca looked at the "devil" on the cover of the book, and kept thinking about immortality in his heart.

A week later.

On the deck covered with blood, Pesca stood in front of the alchemy array and summoned the appearance of the devil with the lives of the crew.

"Pesca..."

The only captain who was still alive stretched out his bloody hand. Pesca had put drugs in the food. For an alchemist, it was too simple to make some potions that could make a group of people numb. The captain was powerless and could only watch Pesca kill everyone on the ship. He didn't understand why he would attack everyone after five years of getting along.

"Are you possessed by the devil..."

"For alchemists, making a secret medicine for eternal life is a lifelong dream."

When Pesca saw the body of the old Mitouzi, he took a deep breath.

"And I don't want to die like an old man..."

"Pesca..."

"I'm sorry, Captain, I need your bodies as a sacrifice. I will summon the devil here, please close your eyes, forever."

He picked up the crossbow and shot through the captain's head.

The blood of all the crew members gathered on the alchemy array.

A voice came from the alchemy array: "Do you want eternal life?"

Pesca's eyes gradually brightened and became more and more crazy.

"Well, eternal life!"

That day, the blood on the ship was mixed with rum, and the devil turned it into "eternal life wine".

And two hundred years later...that is, in 1970.

Pesca was imprisoned... for being the leader of a cult...

[The prologue ends here, players, please open your eyes]

Current time: 1970.

Li Nuo opened his eyes.

"Ah?"

He found himself curled up, feeling powerless as if he had been injected with anesthetics. His weapons and weapon boxes were not on him, and he was tied up and placed in an oil barrel.

"Oh my god! How can this guy still be awake!"

A man wearing a torn black hat stuck his head into the round mouth of the oil barrel.

The guy waved his hand to the side and shouted:

"No matter what, come alive!"

Ding!

An iron transmission pipeline was erected above the oil barrel where he was, and a large amount of cement poured out of the pipeline.

Li Nuo had no expression on his face.

"Hey..."

Li Nuo opened his eyes wide.

"Hey!"

He was buried in the oil barrel by cement.