Chapter 1689 Second Life Is Worthy of Its Name!

Mikalov was still very happy at first.

The delicious food made him feel very happy.

However, half an hour passed.

Mikalov gradually felt something was wrong. He found that his stomach was slowly bulging, and a feeling of fullness filled his mind.

Mikalov blinked and put down the half-eaten hind leg of the demon mastiff.

Slowly touching his stomach, Mikalov's face changed.

"My appetite... has decreased?"

"I am a man who can eat three king-level hamburgers in one meal!"

Mikalov muttered to himself, and then noticed the food debris on the table, and his eyelids twitched wildly.

The piled up food debris was much more than he had imagined without him noticing, and the piled up almost reached from the table to his shoulders.

Mikalov suddenly realized that he had eaten so much food without realizing it!

No wonder the food was so delicious, but he still felt full.

"Eat... I can't eat anymore."

Mikalov looked at the remaining one-third of the food with some regret, sighed slightly, and was about to stand up and exercise. Anyway, the four-winged archangel did not mention the specific time it took.

A second later, a drop of cold sweat broke out from Mikalov's forehead.

He found that he couldn't stand up, and a feeling of paralysis came over him.

With a thump in his heart.

Mikalov found that his mouth opened to the limit uncontrollably.

Then he grabbed a large piece of black food similar to bread with both hands and stuffed it into his mouth.

After swallowing it a few times, Mikalov stuffed the food into his throat and swallowed it into his stomach desperately.

"No! No, I don't want it!"

Mikalov screamed in his heart, but he couldn't stop the movement of his hands and mouth.

He had tears in his eyes.

Pain, discomfort, fear, terror and other emotions suddenly broke out violently.

He began to despair in the food!

The rest of the participants were almost caught up in this pessimistic mood, afraid that they would die of starvation here!

Xiao Yu, the big boss behind all this, was laughing at this time, checking the difference between the negative and positive emotions of these internal test members in the dream world?

To be honest... For Xiao Yu, whether it is positive or negative, there is not much difference, it is just a kind of energy to expand the dream world.

Xiao Yu is not like the God of Nightmares, because of the godhood, he is more inclined to make visitors to the dream world have nightmares.

After confirming again and again that the positive and negative are the same.

Xiao Yu's mind moved.

Mikalov, who felt that his stomach was about to explode, suddenly exclaimed, and found that his stomach was flat again.

The feeling of fullness disappeared, and the appetite returned again.

Enjoying the remaining food became a wonderful journey of enjoyment.

After eating all the food on the table.

Mikalov felt that he had regained his freedom, and quickly stood up. He was not in a hurry to enter the second archway, but moved his body and recalled the strange feeling just now.

Although there was such a bad experience, the result was good. When recalling it, Mikalov actually had the illusion that the experience was quite enjoyable.

And... Mikalov touched his stomach, his eyes shining:

"In the spirit world, you may be able to enjoy unlimited food!"

"This is good news for all gourmets and those who are worried about pseudo-weight loss!"

"No matter how much or what you eat, you don't have to worry about eating badly or having excess fat calories."

"Oh my God, if it can be popularized, the food industry alone can make amazing profits, right?"

"I don't know how the food in the spirit world is made. If chefs are also needed, it can also drive some employment, right?"

Mikalov was a little overwhelmed, until the table suddenly disappeared, he came back to his senses, quickly packed up his clothes and ran into the second archway.

After entering the second archway, Mikalov also felt a sense of dizziness, and then came back to his senses.

He had already seen that this place had become a rather ancient ancient Athenian open-air arena.

This arena is not very big, just like an ordinary basketball arena in reality.

And it seems that it is too old, and many places are damaged.

However, there are some spectators sitting in groups of three or two on those long stone chairs.

Most of these spectators have translucent bodies, which reminds Mikalov of words such as ghosts and evil spirits.

None of the few with physical bodies are normal humans, either with a bull's head and a human body or a human's head and a snake's body.

In addition, Mikalov also saw a few fist-sized elves flying around the monster.

Unfortunately, although his eyesight is well maintained, he still can't see the appearance of those elves clearly. I don't know if they are as beautiful as in the game.

In the sky, holy light fell, and a four-winged archangel appeared above the arena and looked at Mikalov.

The archangel's gaze made Mikalov feel a little uneasy and cramped.

At the same time, a white light appeared on his body, and then Mikalov's eyes widened and he found that the extremely expensive handmade suit he was wearing had disappeared and turned into a set of leather armor that looked like the standard equipment for the early heroes in the game.

A small round wooden shield and a short sword also appeared in his hand.

"What's this rhythm?"

Mikalov gripped the hilt of the dagger, and his body slowly tensed up to make a standard shield-raising action.

Mikalov was stunned for a moment, and then realized that he was being controlled by a great power again.

Then he found himself waving the dagger and shield under the gaze of the inhuman and archangels around him, and every move was quite regular.

This novel feeling made Mikalov think of the virtual reality animations and novels he had seen, and he couldn't help but feel hot in his heart.

He secretly rejoiced that he really came to the right place!

When he was overjoyed.

Suddenly, he stumbled, but regained control of his body.

Afterwards, he heard the majestic voice of the four-winged archangel again:

"Candidate, the battle test begins now!"

"You have unlimited opportunities to be reborn."

"Defeat the enemy within half an hour...you can successfully pass this test and get a mysterious prize."

After speaking, the wings of the four-winged archangel flickered slightly, and the whole person flew to a height of at least a thousand meters.

Dong!

The bell of the arena was rung.

With a creak, a heavy wooden door was pushed open.

Then, a green-skinned ogre about two meters and five meters tall, with bulging muscles all over his body, roared and rushed out, knocking the solid ground with a big wooden stick in his hand from time to time, making a dongdong vibration sound.

"Huh?"

"Fighting?"

Mikalov was able to make a fortune during the chaotic period of Moscow, so he must have killed people and fought.

However, he swore to heaven that he had never received cold weapon training, let alone fought with monsters!

Looking at the green-skinned ogre who was slowly approaching, with amazing momentum and a very amazing stench.

After a shock of fear, Mikalov was no longer afraid.

After all, he was also a hero from Moscow, with the blood of a fighting nation flowing in his body.

In addition, he had promised that he would not really die.

Mikalov raised his dagger high and suddenly yelled at the green-skinned ogre:

"Ura!"

"Kuma!"

Mikalov trotted towards the green-skinned ogre. At this moment, he seemed to have awakened the blood of the ancient ancestors of the Mosca people.

At this moment, the heroic spirits of his ancestors who had fought wits and courage with the mammoth seemed to possess him, making him full of courage to fight against the world!

Then.

As Mikalov approached the three-meter range of the green-skinned ogre, he jumped up with his dagger raised!

Bang!

A loud noise caused by the collision of wood and meat exploded in the air.

Immediately, Mikalov flew out from the front of the green-skinned ogre with a residual image, and smashed into the stone fence more than ten meters away with a bang, his head shattered, and he died on the spot!

Swish!

A holy light fell.

Two seconds later, Mikalov, who was terrified and couldn't stop peeing from his lower body, got up as he was before. He looked at the green-skinned ogre with an unconcealable fear in his eyes.

"Was that death just now?"

"Too real, this spiritual world is too real!"

Thinking of the great fear of death that just occurred in that moment, and the pain of feeling that there was no bone in his body that was intact after being hit.

Mikalov was scared and terrified.

The heroic spirits of his ancestors and the passion of the fighting nation all vanished in front of this stick.

If possible, he hoped to end this game in advance.

That mysterious prize... he didn't want it!

"I... I surrender!"

Mikalov shouted.

Unfortunately, the audience and the archangels around him were silent and did not respond.

After the green-skinned ogre's nose blew a heavy stream of hot air, the big wooden stick banged on the ground, acting violently!

It seems that this green-skinned ogre is not reasonable.

Next, it became a green-skinned ogre chasing Mikalov all over the arena, and occasionally getting kills.

The kill streak was steadily creeping towards double digits...

Xiao Yu looked at this scene and shook his head slightly. It seemed that this Mikalov had no fighting talent and no fighting potential.

However, the energy of emotional fluctuations generated between life and death fights was really large.

The emotional energy generated in just a few minutes had exceeded the previous two levels.

Hmm... could I consider making a fighting competition game to harvest the emotional energy of those players who were not afraid of death?

Not very good, just like those people in the Lilliputian Nine Saints Continent would be tortured to death by a series of nightmares.

In fact, the violent emotional fluctuations in the dream world are constantly consuming one's own mental power and even soul energy.

It can be said that with the talent of ordinary people, even if Xiao Yu has no ill intentions, he will become mentally weak and his depression may increase greatly after staying here for a long time.

And if there are more violent fluctuations, it cannot be ruled out that he will go crazy or lose his memory.

Xiao Yu is not an evil god, so he will naturally not cause problems for the testers in the real world.

This is really destroying the reputation of the Dark Council!

Xiao Yu looked at the others.

He found that most of them were about the same as Mikalov.

Many were even worse than Mikalov. At least this Mosca had the courage to raise his dagger at the beginning.

Of course, there were a few outstanding ones among so many people.

The Easterner who entered the arch the fastest, after dying for the fifteenth time, finally exchanged death for injuries and finally made the green-skinned ogre lose his combat power in both hands and feet. He was stabbed in the back with his short sword. neck and win.

In addition, a tester who claimed to be a certain man seemed to be a top special forces soldier of a certain force. After his seventh death, he found an opportunity to climb on the back of the green-skinned ogre and cut the opponent with a short sword. After cutting off the opponent's head, he habitually squatted down and muttered strange sounds such as "thumping, banging, crunching, and so on."

Half an hour is over.

Only fifteen people can actually pass the level.

Afterwards, everyone was teleported back to the gray flat land from whence they came.

Mikalov lay on the ground sweating profusely, panting, feeling scared.

The four-winged archangel flew over and unleashed a soothing technique on these people.

The holy light shines on these people, trying to calm their fear and anxiety as much as possible, so that they will not still have nightmares because of these memories after they return.

After more than ten seconds, it was basically okay to see these people.

The four-winged archangel waved his sleeves and asked them all to leave the dream world.

"ah!"

"Ahhh!"

In the hall of the real world, a series of exclamations came out.

Then they woke up rubbing their foreheads and realizing where they were.

These people all showed ecstatic expressions.

Mikalov's eyes were also shining. After experiencing the spiritual world, he was completely convinced by the description of Second Life.

Although he felt that the organizer was a bit unfriendly in terms of content, this did not affect his ability to see the future of this spiritual world.

"The spiritual world means the future!"

Mikalov grunted, and then heard the wizard on the podium cough slightly, mention the time of the next test, and then disappeared.

Mikalov quickly stood up, clapped his hands to attract everyone's attention, and said loudly:

"I don't know if any of you here have successfully passed the level to the end."

"To be honest, I'm very interested in that mysterious prize! If... someone gets the prize but hopes to exchange it for other resources, please be sure to contact me, and I will definitely give you a reward that makes everyone happy!"

Mikalov said this, bowed slightly and saluted, and behaved politely. Then he took out the business card box and prepared to distribute it to everyone.

Unexpectedly, a rich and noble man stood up from other seats one after another and said similar words.

In particular, a tycoon in the gaming industry expressed with gleaming eyes that all internal testers are welcome to join his foundation. He is willing to provide billions of funds to this foundation to specifically support testers participating in the spiritual world. !

Half an hour later...

It is naturally impossible to keep the relevant details of the spiritual world secret.

Although it is not yet known to ordinary people.

The upper class circles were shocked by it.

Especially as the details are discovered one by one, the name of Second Life actually lives up to its name!

Internet tycoons were shocked.

The top game tycoons even went to the Grand Commander's mansion to inquire about how to deal with the Dark Council and the feasibility of asking the other party to develop a virtual reality game.