Chapter 206 Boring Little Monster

Dense fog, mines.

Little Bad Luck sat on the ground blankly.

There was another loud noise, which seemed to be closer. She didn't look at it. It was probably those monsters. They would still die anyway.

In addition to the pain of death, what awaits her is the curse from the devil, the hunger that is so crazy that she wants to eat her fingers, and the deep-seated hatred for the world and all life.

But it doesn't matter.

She was more afraid of being alone.

No matter how terrible the pain is, it will pale in front of a long time.

Only loneliness will settle over time, like the water falling from the stalactites in the deepest cave, bit by bit, tick-tick-tick, beating her heart full of holes, causing all the fresh vitality to be lost.

She wanted to talk to someone.

Anyone can talk.

What to say? Forgot, she remembered that she should have a hobby, but she forgot.

She opened her mouth.

No sound can be made.

She forgot why she appeared here, why she couldn't die no matter what, but that was it.

Little Bad Luck felt that a very big monster was coming towards him.

How will he die this time?

Trampled to death, crushed to death, or eaten?

Of course, these thoughts would never appear to the little misfortune at the moment. That was a long, long time ago. At that time, she would still have random thoughts, run around, and be afraid.

Now, she is not afraid anymore.

Little Bad Luck kept her head raised. Her eyes, which were originally as beautiful as ruby ​​or agate, were now like two dried blood spots, looking faintly at the thick fog and the monster walking towards her.

The monster stopped.

The monster raised its feet.

"Boom!"

This time the loud noise was so close.

The monster suddenly exploded like a dandelion.

Ugly disgusting bits flew everywhere.

When it fell, it turned into a drifting mist without a trace.

He came out of the fog.

He walked up to Little Bad Luck, squinting his eyes and smiling, as warm as the sunshine on a spring afternoon.

"Got you."

Lu Mingfei gently rubbed her hair.

It's like playing hide-and-seek and you obediently hide in a small box. After accidentally falling asleep, it gets dark. You want to go home, but you are afraid. Hey, you can't see anything outside the box, and there are strange sounds in the corner. , you thought of the monster that ate children in the story, and you were so scared that you didn’t dare to move. You felt so wronged, so wronged that you even covered your mouth while crying.

Then he came.

The big brother who lives next door is a boy who squats at the door with a piece of watermelon in his arms in summer evenings to chew on it. He always wears flip-flops and kicks, and his hair is too messy to take care of. He is really a helpless guy. , but the way this man smiles is really beautiful, as if no matter how big a problem or sadness is placed in front of him, it will disappear completely in an instant.

He said.

"Got you."

The shriveled and shriveled heart like a walnut was suddenly filled with a stream of clear water.

But she had been alone for so long that she had forgotten how to cry and laugh.

He just looked at Lu Mingfei like this.

"Can you walk by yourself?"

Lu Mingfei asked her.

"Well, it looks like it won't work."

Lu Mingfei scratched his head.

"sorry."

He said this, leaned down and picked up the little bad luck.

The girl is so light.

Like feathers, like white paper.

It gives people the feeling that if you throw it casually, it will float into the sky like a balloon or a bubble, flying non-stop.

"Let's go find her."

Lu Mingfei said gently to Xiao Xunluo.

He carried the girl out of the mine, and the evil spirits were overwhelming with their ugly bodies. The boy's upright back faced the terrifying ocean, just like the hero who single-handedly faced the natural disaster in the ancient murals.

The so-called hero is the kind of guy who can do things that ordinary people can't.

The boy lit up his golden eyes.

"roll!"

The almost inhuman cultivation level at the peak of body refining, the true S-level dragon bloodline, and the sonic secret technique stimulated by these two.

It has nothing to do with majesty, power, status or money.

True greatness is the greatness of force, the greatness of force that is absolute and irreversible.

With the young man at the center, the evil spirits dispersed in pieces, forming an invisible fog. They let out a howl at the end of their lives, and their sins turned into nothingness with a pale sound, as if they were dedicated to the emperor's journey. The most pious hymn.

The young man walked through this hymn.

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Genji Heavy Industries, Tokyo, Japan.

No one knows that the real status of such a seemingly ordinary building is actually as different as the residence of the emperor.

The Emperor's Palace in the sun is equal to or even superior to the Emperor's Palace. Perhaps it can be more appropriately called the Shadow Palace.

Genji Heavy Industries, 18th floor.

The door made of special alloy is a stricter insurance than the vault, but the difference is that the vault protects against outsiders intruding, while this alloy door protects against the monsters inside.

At least, that's how the medical staff who also work on the 18th floor view the girl, a monster.

Behind a security facility that far exceeded all the prisons and mental hospitals in the world, there was a dark room.

The only light source comes from the computer with a bright screen.

The girl in the red miko uniform is kneeling in front of the screen. A pair of pale and slightly sickly little hands are holding the game controller tightly. Her fingers jumping back and forth on the buttons show a sense of power that is extremely inconsistent with her delicate outline, which is reminiscent of summer. The sudden rain shower in the afternoon showed the control and confidence of a general in a hundred battles. This was her domain.

It's a pity that the little yellow duck on the girl's head slightly destroyed the solemnity and solemnity of this scene.

But it doesn't matter.

Her domain is her domain.

Hum.

As long as she plays games and is the King of Fighters, the girl has the confidence that she will never lose to anyone.

Originally... it was like this.

Looking at the big "WIN" on the screen, the miko nodded, just like her brother would coolly put away his sword after every battle, she also put down the controller coolly without showing any signs of weakness.

Victory again.

The girl clasped her hands on her head and stretched out. Maybe it was because she was the only one in the room, or maybe it was for some other reason. The girl didn't care that her actions would expose a large area of ​​cold white skin. She wore a witch costume. It's already loose, not to mention the amount of lining she wears inside is exaggeratedly sparse.

After the game ended, the girl immediately returned to the upper page and checked her friends list.

When she found out that the annoying "big devil" was still hiding, her little face became bulging with anger. She grabbed a bear doll and beat it fiercely, causing the stickers on the little brown bear's forehead to mess up. of flying.

That's exactly what it says on the sticker.

"The big nasty devil"

It seems like the girl really hates a certain guy.

The girl was like a child, her emotions came and went quickly. She quickly put the hateful big devil little brown bear aside, crawled twice using her hands and feet, and grabbed the computer like "Hey!"

Of course, "Hey!" was just the mouth shape she assigned to herself. Eriyi couldn't speak, but she remembered her brother's words firmly.

The girl was lying on the tatami, supporting her chin with one hand and sliding the touchpad with the other, browsing the information on the website boredly.

What to do?

My brother went out to play alone again without Eri.

The big devil didn't know why he couldn't find anyone.

So boring, so boring, so boring.

The girl rolled gruntingly from the left to the right, paused, and then rolled gruntingly from the right back to the left.

Got it!

She placed her hands on the ground and straightened her upper body in one breath. The girl's eyes were bright and she looked very excited.

She knows what to do!

Watch videos, watch videos, watch videos.

La la la, watch the video.

Although she didn't speak, the girl's mental activity was not small at all.

Finally I found the highlights. This is the battle replay of the World's No. 1 King of Fighters Invitational Tournament. There are several battles between her and the big devil.

Really, I get angry when I think about it. Eriki actually lost to someone else in the King of Fighters game, and lost four times in a row. The girl felt that she couldn't just let it go. She was fighting to defeat the "annoying big devil". After practicing hard, hum, the little monster now is not the little monster yesterday! Super Little Monster Level 3! Well, maybe it's the ultimate evolution or something.

Speaking of which, Pikachu is so cute.

The girl sat in silence for a while. Soon, she came back to her senses, shook her head vigorously, and continued to flip through the video.

However, Eri Yi was practicing well, and that nasty big devil actually disappeared without even saying hello. She was really angry, super angry!

Hum hum, wait, big devil, Eri Yi will definitely give you a good beating!

The girl who silently made a big wish in her heart found the video she wanted with great satisfaction.

This was the closest she had come to defeating the Great Devil.

It's a pity that in the end, she was just a little bit close, really just a little bit close, and she could win.

So the girl decided to watch the replay video twice more to learn, so that next time she meets the big devil, she can handsomely beat him to a pulp.

The girl who was immersed in fantasy could not help but raise the corners of her mouth.

But just as she was about to click on the video, she suddenly noticed the link at the top of the page.

The link was huge and obvious. The girl blinked curiously.

[Live broadcast: Trial of the Iron Throne. 】

What's this?

The girl thought for a while, blinked, and suddenly turned her head to look to the side, as if she was using this action to express the idea that Eri was not interested at all.

Just the corner of her eye that kept looking at the link betrayed her mood.

Finally, she quietly clicked on the link.

My brother seems to have said that you shouldn’t mess around on the Internet.

There is nothing messy about Eriyi. Eriyi has thought carefully about it.

The girl nodded seriously, as if she was using this action to make her behavior more convincing.

Anyway, a new page appears.

The girl immediately cast a curious look.

That's one ID after another.

With just one glance, she spotted the annoying guy.

Hum hum, big devil, Eri Yi has found you!

The girl blinked.

She smiled happily, moved the mouse, and clicked on the ID of "Big Devil".

Just like that, the live broadcast screen was displayed in front of her.

The girl slowly opened her eyes.

What an exaggerated and incomprehensible picture!

…………

"No...can't understand."

Dark Internet cafe, in the corner, little Amber huddled in a chair.

She stared at the screen with her eyes wide and her mouth open.

Gaze at that stately stick figure.

A town made of pixel blocks, monsters made of pixel blocks, and a stickman with the words "Big Devil" on his head walking fearlessly. No matter how cute it is and not a scary monster, before approaching the stickman, it is as if it is caused by continuous The programmer who worked overtime for a week and passed out at his job accidentally knocked over the instant noodles and the code collapsed, turning into a torrent of data composed of pure "0" and "1".

This... what does this mean?

Isn't the big devil the one who was so powerful in the King of Fighters?

So this live broadcast is...

There are many people who have the same confusion as Amber.

Suddenly, without any warning, the live link for the Iron Throne Trial appeared on the Hunter website and the King of Fighters Invitational page.

Anyone can click on the link to enter the live broadcast room, and then select any one from the densely packed trialists to watch the trial live broadcast centered on that person's perspective.

Looking at this title, ordinary people may think that the Iron Throne is just a new game or something, but hybrids have different views. They know what the Iron Throne represents. It is the highest authority in the world. When they realize this After one o'clock, the mixed-race organizations around the world took measures almost at the same time, trying to block this link to prevent ordinary people from learning the secrets of hybrids.

This is a challenge and blasphemy to the Abrahamic blood covenant!

Countless powerful hybrids were sitting in front of the computer, ready to fight. They were flexing their fingers to prepare for a war on the Internet and clicking on the link.

So, they saw it.

The stickmen who are participating in the sacred Iron Throne Trial.

No one knows what kind of inner activities the noble hybrids have when they see those naive stick figures.

In short, countless keyboards were scrapped at the same time on this day, which was quite a complete loss.

After a brief period of shock and dismay, the hybrids quickly accepted this fact.

Stick figures are just stick figures. Although it is a bit strange, in a sense, this also protects the secret of the mixed race and maintains the sanctity of the Abrahamic blood contract. They do not have to prepare to eliminate the impact of the problem.

Then there seems to be only one thing left to do next.

The noble mixed-races were holding red wine or cigars in their mouths, and some had their weapons raised in their hands. In such a solemn atmosphere, they carefully watched the legendary blockbuster about stickmen bravely venturing into the pixel city.

Don't doubt it, the legend here is literal, a true legend.

No matter how you say it, this is the Iron Throne, one of the sources of the four bloodlines of contemporary hybrids. The trials related to it, what else can they be if they are not legends?

Oh, it could also be a myth.

However, the content of the live broadcast is really confusing.

The perspective of most trialists is this.

A stickman stood motionless. Just when you thought the video was stuck, the stickman suddenly exploded and turned into a green torrent of data.

Does this mean dead?

Just when you have this thought, you see the torrent of data condensed into a stick figure again.

Mixed race:…