The Righteous Player(s) Chapter 310: Special hobbies of Citalopram

...Is this a nightmare?

Can I enter a nightmare while walking?

The moment I saw this line of text.

The child suddenly felt that his right hand was empty—Citalopram disappeared.

And the child is just in a daze...

When he woke up again, he found himself standing in front of a huge tree.

The warm sunset light shone on his face. It made him feel extremely warm.

At this time, the child realized belatedly that... his body had actually shrunk——

In other words, his consciousness entered the body of another elf boy.

This was completely different from any nightmare he had ever experienced before.

Not only did he not get any main quests...

And the child can clearly feel that the natural power given by the "Jungle Walker" profession is still boiling in his body... His physical attributes are almost exactly the same as his own body.

It’s just that what he is holding in his right hand is not his own slender stabbing sword.

But it is similar to Maiev's Shadow Song...or, the same slender and light blade wheel as Kiana.

"Julian? Julian~"

A clear and sweet voice sounded behind him.

He turned back following the voice and found an elf girl who was about ten years old and had silver hair. She was wearing a white dress that only exposed her left shoulder and left arm, and the hem of the skirt was ten centimeters above her knees. Standing pretty in front of him behind.

She put her hands behind her back and looked at him curiously: "What are you thinking about, Julian?

"Mom will be back soon? Or...have you mastered the vine attack technique?"

Looking at the appearance of the elf girl, the child was startled.

It is not the "elf soul" he knew before.

But an extremely real thing...a living creature that looks like the girl next door!

He could even smell the fragrance of the girl very clearly.

The place where he is is not a ruin—

His pupils shrank slightly.

I saw a place not far behind the girl...

The huge building, which is more than a hundred meters high and composed of blue luminous rocks, is shining with iridescent light and making a strange buzzing sound. It looks a bit like a windmill or a snail shell, constantly extracting something from the ground.

The diameter of its interface with the earth alone exceeds one hundred meters. The surrounding earth collapsed and cracked... as if the water had been drained away.

The place not far from the extraction port, all the way to where the child was, seemed extremely empty. These trees had obviously been cut down, leaving a very large area vacant.

Not far away, there is an extremely prosperous city——

The huge tree man walked slowly on the street.

The gleaming white stag never seen before roams the void.

There is very little traffic on the streets, but every building and bridge is wrapped with delicate vines. The patterns on those vines are simply like art...

And those "elves" are not what children imagined, slender primitive people wearing leaf costumes or animal skins covering a small amount of their bodies, holding bows and arrows.

Their clothes are somewhat similar to modern times... The children mean, the modern times of the earth.

It even seems a bit ahead of its time...

It's not like the clothes they wear on the street, it's more like Paris Fashion Week.

The most terrifying thing is that the child even saw an airship floating in the distance, and there were some giant building walls in the city with billboard-like decorations that looked very cyberpunk.

What the **** is this?

Elf punk?

What is going on in your world?

How can this technology tree still grow upside down?

The mouth full of troughs stuck in the child's throat, and he couldn't cough it out or swallow it.

It took a long time for the child to recover from the shock of "Did I run the wrong game?"

He looked at the girl in white next to him who seemed to have the word "innocence" written on her face, and decided to fool her first.

"Ah, I said...who is that."

He raised his head pretending to be a little arrogant and said in a clear boyish voice: "When will your mother come back?"

"——Bo——Fei——Si!"

The girl shook her head unhappily and responded seriously: "My name is not that person, my name is Porphys!"

The hair hit the child's face, making him feel as if he had been whipped by someone with a whip...

...However, it does smell pretty good.

Very good, I finally got the name...

The child was secretly glad.

Because the elf girl's clothes are a little revealing...whether it is the upper half or the lower half. The child, who was not very good at communicating with women, did not dare to look at her.

He touched the tip of his nose nervously, thinking silently about the next topic.

What do you want to say...

"...Ah, the weather is so nice today."

After a long silence, the child said calmly.

The other side.

After Citalopram stepped into the fog door, he felt a little dizzy and felt the familiar touch of the earth again.

She also discovered that her live broadcast had not been cut off.

The only problem is...

"...I seem to have lost our captain."

She accepted this reality almost immediately, and calmly said to the two people waiting outside through the live broadcast: "Don't panic. As the captain said... I am your new captain now.

"No, I didn't want to usurp power... He is a person who lost his job based on his ability. I respect his embarrassing results."

Citalopram casually chatted with Danmu while looking up and looking around.

There is no doubt about it...this is a ruin.

To say it is a ruin is almost putting it mildly...

The buildings here are even more damaged than Ishgard, which was just beaten to death by a dragon.

Even Citalopram couldn't understand what they originally looked like and what they were probably used for... There were also a lot of smooth potholes on the ground inexplicably.

It's not like it was exploded by something, it's like it was poached by something...

But her pace soon stalled.

Because Citalopram saw ~IndoMTL.com~ not far away there was a silver-white, translucent girl ghost, wandering on the street - that was probably, should be, probably the street.

The ghost is wearing a white dress that only exposes her left shoulder and left arm, and the skirt is ten centimeters above her knees.

Citalopram was attracted by that delicate and lovely smile. He was a little startled, and then he couldn't help but look at it carefully:

Those slender and straight legs, clean knees, small and exquisite white boots...and the cute sleeves covering half of the palm of the right arm, and the looming side of the body because the left arm is completely exposed to the left shoulder, make Xi Thaoplan couldn't help but covet her body...

Her breathing became a little faster, and her gaze towards the ghost girl was a little more aggressive——

A little bit, I want to take it home...

Yes.

Citalopram.

——She is a pathetic person with external control.