The bank president suddenly felt a chill, and out of his player's sixth sense, he was about to look towards Wen Shi.
But before he could turn his head, a small cry of surprise suddenly came from the side.
Everyone looked at the water curtain. The president, who was used to big scenes, had a very obvious change in his expression the moment his eyes met the water curtain.
The water curtain's range was limited, and even the largest monster projected onto it was merely a tiny black dot. Now, countless densely packed dots converged on a central point, a terrifying aura palpable even from across space. Ants, though small, could not be ignored as a whole. Furthermore, this force had already transcended the ants' meager power, resembling a vast swarm of locusts.
There were gasps everywhere in the casino. As the bank president took a deep breath, a sense of joy rose in his heart.
I believe that no matter how powerful the monster is, even if it is a true spirit, it cannot escape such an encirclement.
His joy soon doubled. Among the dense black spots, three were particularly conspicuous, and their outlines could almost be seen.
Every time one of them took a step forward, red will-o'-the-wisp fire would clear a path around them. The bank president had seen this scene before in the "Willow Fire" dungeon and was certain it was a true spirit.
No matter who Yugi hunted, he couldn't do it himself, relying solely on the strength of others. But now, even spirits had joined the hunt, and the beings surrounded in the void were only just beginning to make their move. His killing methods were strange: any monster that approached vanished in smoke. There was no spectacular fighting, but rather a wisp of smoke blown away by the wind, eerily peaceful.
"Ants devouring elephants," the president was shocked by this supernatural method, and at the same time, he had an estimate of the outcome in his mind. "Even the most powerful force will eventually be exhausted."
No matter how intense a battle of this magnitude is, it should not affect the virtual world.
He distractedly looked at Wen Shi, only to see that Wen Shi frowned slightly, not looking at the water curtain, and there seemed to be an unresolved trouble between his brows.
At this point, there is no need to control facial expressions. The true emotions revealed by Wen Shi at this moment made the president feel reassured.
"Stop pretending." Boss Mei's childish tone softened into a whisper. A barrier separated the two of them, isolating all sounds from within. "That person doesn't see things 360 degrees, he sees them 359 degrees."
Games have always been the most likely to ignore emotional factors. This is an innate defect. The powerful operating mechanism does not allow it to have too many emotions, so this kind of bug will be automatically filtered out when looking at the problem.
Boss Mei seemed to have seen through everything long ago. He counted on his fingers: "First, inject all the power into a specific organ, put it into the eyes, then put it into a brain, and finally add a wisp of soul..."
She clapped her hands and said, "A perfect puppet doll is ready."
The clone is not as accurate as the puppet. The consciousness of the body left in the void has been controlled by the soul left by the Lord of Terror.
Boss Mei sat on the indexing plate, gently swinging her legs, and uttered her four favorite words: "The first move wins."
The Lord of Terror is the most savvy businessman, as he can manipulate the Supreme Will at the cost of a single soul.
"Soul?" Wen Shi narrowed his eyes.
In his opinion, the price was already too high.
"The feeling of having one's soul damaged is not pleasant, but for a being like the Lord of Terror who absorbs the negative emotions of others, as long as the damage is not too severe, it can be regenerated."
The first wave of attrition warfare in the water curtain has been fought, without giving the Lord of Terror any chance to breathe, and the three true spirits joined forces to attack.
A huge force gathered together, and at first glance it looked like countless white lanterns, forming a big "Hong" character, vowing to forcibly hold a funeral for someone.
Wen Shi's brows furrowed even tighter.
Boss Mei finally became curious: "If a clone without individual consciousness dies, then it's dead. What are you so sad about?"
"I'm thinking about love."
The few words Wen Shi uttered seriously almost cracked Boss Mei's smiling mask.
Wen Shi looked sadly at the plum blossom that had fallen from Boss Mei's skirt and asked, "Can you give it to me?"
After the money paved the way, the withered flowers were no longer useful, so Boss Mei generously threw away the branches and gave him a basket.
Walking alone into the shadow under the tray, Wen Shi began to tear the flowers apart: "...I like him, I don't like him..."
Petals fell from his hands one by one. When he pulled the last one, Wen Shi was stunned: "I like him?"
The old method of flower petal divination never goes wrong.
Boss Mei had an unfathomable expression. Before this, she had witnessed Wen tearing off nearly twenty flowers, and the last piece always fell on the one he disliked. It was not until the twenty-third flower that he finally caught the odd one and fell on the one he liked.
Then he openly announced that this was the divination result brought by the petals.
From beginning to end, the result of a fully manual control.
Boss Mei tilted his head: "Are you polite?"
An unprecedented magnificent battle broke out in the void. One true spirit was injured, another was seriously damaged, and cracks began to appear on the body of the "Lord of Terror", and he was actually considering personal emotional issues outside the battlefield.
Wen Shi hadn't slept well that night, so he had no time to focus on a fight whose outcome was already predetermined. Seeing that Boss Mei was in a good mood because he was about to complete a large opening, he tried to ask, "Why did the monsters suddenly attack?"
"The longer the night, the more dreams there are." Despite his initial surprise, Boss Mei had already figured out the reason. "I've sealed the Lord of Terror's brain as leverage, and his clone's aura has suddenly weakened. Naturally, the monsters who have been secretly watching will seize this opportunity with all their might."
The sliced part of the shadow turned out to be the brain. Wen Shi suddenly thought of the name of the editor-in-chief of "Horror Society" and blurted out, "Mei Brain."
Boss Mei admitted seriously: "It's me."
"…" Wen Shi shuddered.
This boss Mei is the one with a lot of shady ideas. Ever since the Golden City Lord was replaced, she has used this pseudonym as if she has seen through the ending, silently hinting at the game. Her judgment is the same as the game, that the Lord of Terror has to use his brain as a bargaining chip to leave a way out.
"I'm the editor-in-chief, but it's the boss of the publishing house," Boss Mei sighed. "The big boss has even been trying to control my financial balance for years. I can't do that."
Wen Shi had only one thought in his mind.
Dog game, you have such a bad reputation, it's not unfair that you were deceived.
Boss Mei held a plum branch and spoke with a rare seriousness, "The Lord of Terror doesn't want to be trapped in the same world forever. He's using the game to destroy it and made a bet. If the Lord of Terror wins, he'll have the right to enter and exit the game freely."
The game's restrictions on the Lord of Terror are quite strong. This can be seen from the fact that Song Yan, as a complete clone, can go to the virtual world, but one of his eyes cannot enter.
Boss Mei concluded: "The Lord of Terror has a belly full of black water."
Wen Shi, who had just secretly complained the same thing, turned his eyes away feeling guilty.
"He always pretended to be indifferent to life and death, even tired of living. At that time, including me, no one thought he had any desire to live." Boss Mei seemed to have thought of something funny: "Sunset Town is a unique copy. You want to enter the game and there's no way to stop it. It can't withstand the power of the Lord of Terror's dark side. So the clone naturally cut out the Lord of Terror's brain as a shadow, and even told the game that it owed a favor..."
"Youyou thought this brain was for use as a fallback, but due to this favor, he ignored it..."
Boss Mei choked on himself with laughter: "Each one's tactics are dirtier than the last."
Wen Shi did not refute. It was more like everyone was the villain than a battle of wits and courage.
Boss Mei was willing to waste time explaining because Wen Shi had been to Sunset Town and accidentally cheated him out of the game.
The sound in the water curtain was a little distorted, a mixture of distorted roars and screams. Even as spectators, everyone subconsciously tensed their bodies. An intense rainbow light dissipated in the sky and turned into a real rainbow.
The lofty Lord of Terror finally began to waver, sacrificing a great deal of his energy and an arm in exchange for the death of a True Spirit. Seeing him injured, the remaining monsters all gnawed at the arm like crazy.
The clone containing the energy of the Lord of Terror is also a great tonic for the monsters. After their strength has been restored to a certain extent, they take advantage of the period when the Lord of Terror is weak and rush over again like a tide.
The clone instantly became like a human pillar surrounded by ants.
Witnessing this scene with his own eyes, Wen Shi felt a creeping chill climbing up his back.
A large area of purifying white light burst out from the huge body, and countless monsters were purified at a speed visible to the naked eye.
This was a near-self-destructive counterattack. Wen Shi pursed his lips tightly and asked, "Why didn't the monster retreat?"
"Some are controlled by true spirits, some are more extreme in nature, and the Lord of Terror relies entirely on absorbing dark emotions to increase his strength. This world is cleared of large numbers of ghosts and monsters by him every once in a while."
With a knife hanging high above their heads, how could the monsters not hate it?
Survival is the first priority, and this is the same for all species.
Led by the three true spirits, the massive monster army fought with all their might. After a few hours, their numbers were reduced by nearly three-quarters, and the remaining ones were all injured.
The insoluble blood and fishy smell rose and fell across the water curtain. Although the face could not be seen clearly, everyone present could feel the monster's excitement and joy.
The towering mountains that had been pressing down on their heads collapsed, and they finally saw the scene they had longed for—
The Lord of Terror, Fall!
The bank president and other players held their breath, their heads held high as they watched the monsters eagerly divide the spoils. Their movements, including those of the surviving True Spirit, were so fast they practically vanished. The Lord of Terror's corpse was chopped into countless pieces, becoming food for the monsters.
His short nails dug into his flesh, the almost blood-drawing pain confirming that this was real. His eyes, always gleaming with brilliance, stopped focusing on the screen and immediately looked at the heavy chips on the scales.
Fragments of the world, keys... Just thinking of these two chips, the bank president couldn't hide the true greed in his eyes.
Coincidentally, at the same time, Wen Shi was also looking at the chips belonging to the bank president.
Boss Mei, who was in the middle, was the happiest. From her perspective, it was particularly interesting to see these people who were too clever for their own good but ended up being fooled.
Just above the dial, that is, above Boss Mei's head, a line of small words appeared out of thin air.
The winner...
Boss Mei, out of mischievous humor, did not let the line of small words appear completely. After a few seconds, the plum blossom seal responsible for freezing the property disappeared, and all the chips in one tray flew into the other tray.
Wen Shi made a fortune in an instant, and the winner was self-evident.
The situation took a sharp turn for the worse, and before the president could even stop smiling, his most immediate reaction was to try to hold on to the chips that were slipping away.
"No, the Lord of Terror is clearly dead. Your bet is not at all..."
Facing Boss Mei's eyes, the president relied on his extremely strong willpower to swallow the word "fairness".
Contrast creates happiness. Wen Shi felt that if he told him that the game had also been tricked, the twitching muscles on the president's face might calm down a little.
Boss Mei never listened to the irrational speeches of a failed gambler. She removed the barriers around her, her eyes seemingly peering into the distance through the water curtain. Finally, she uttered three words with a firm grip: "You. Lost."
The Lord of Terror was being devoured, but as long as most of his souls remained alive, the Supreme Will could vaguely sense it.
If it is really as expected, the Lord of Terror only has one last wisp of soul left in the world as a retreat, and that weak energy cannot be captured by the Supreme Will at all.
"You shouldn't have set your sights on my balance. You're too overbearing. Otherwise, I might even have switched sides." Boss Mei stood up and said coldly, "Do you know what's the most ridiculous thing? The Lord of Terror's plan was originally flawless, but after becoming weaker, he actually developed feelings for humans. Those severed parts all inherited these feelings. This is a huge loophole, but you actually ignored it, thinking that all the special treatment was because the Lord of Terror was using him as a backup plan."
As a result, I was deeply hurt emotionally.
Boss Mei let out a fierce breath of anger and laughed rudely again: "Hahahahahaha..."
She laughed uncontrollably, waving at Wen Shi. "Why are you standing there? Come laugh with us. The Supreme Will represents the rules, and it can only endure these taunts. Even if you puke a few times, what good will it do?"
After laughing enough, Boss Mei's tone turned cold again: "Those monsters who are like moths to a flame may be stupid, but they are worthy of praise for one thing: they dared to break the gods and besiege the Lord of Terror."
Wen Shi: "…"
There is something he doesn't know whether he should say or not, but he feels that the game can't do anything to Boss Mei, but it can do something to himself.
Ding Dong.
A different notification tone suddenly sounded, and Wen Shi shuddered as a chill hit him. It was like the last drop of water that penetrated the stone, dripping precisely into his brain.
The Golden City, the caves along the way outside the city, the dense forests, the border fortress, the Golden Pagoda Kingdom farther away... all the players in the dungeon in different dimensions heard the same sound.
Virtual world.
The weather was nice today. Song Yan, who had just finished his transformation, was enjoying the breeze outside the hotel. In the club, Yu Xingzhou and Ji Yuanzhi were discussing some guild matters. In the square, several players who had just come out of the dungeon were hugging each other and talking about their plan of "surviving a disaster and going out for a drink".
It was just an ordinary day. The screens that filled the virtual world cleared all the dungeon information that was being displayed, replacing it with a unified prompt. The system's mechanical voice issued an announcement to all players at the same time.
"Attention all players, the special 3S-level dungeon, Frank Hospital, is now online."