I Became a God in a Horror Game: 186, rose factory

Mu Ke held up the horn with a blank expression, and survived the last minute in his life that he didn't want to remember, and let this broken horn be called the last word.

After the trumpet shut up, the young master, who was already so embarrassed that his toes curled up, continued to pretend nothing happened, but his tone became obviously weaker: "—Bai Liu asked us to come to you, yes In order to lead you to build a better guild."

The eyes of the players of the Scavenging Guild below looked at the broken copper horn in Mu Ke's hand, paused, and then subtly moved to Mu Ke's face standing on the table.

Although he didn't say anything, Mu Ke understood the meaning of "that's it?" from their eyes.

Muke: "..."

The two sides entered into a strange stalemate, as if they didn't know who pressed the pause button.

Mu Sicheng stood in front of the entrance of the hall and never retreated. None of the players present could overturn him and run out.

But at the same time, these people's positions are also very firm. Even if they are trapped here, they will not be easily persuaded by Mu Ke to give up the right to join the King's Guild to help a person who has never met before. The new president under siege.

They can survive in this game for so long, and they can't do anything else. The ability to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages is first-class.

Muke took a deep breath and raised the horn again, the ear-piercing loudspeaker whistling accompanied by Muke's clear voice echoed in the small low-rent building on the ground floor.

"We will not stop players who want to join the King's Guild. If you want to go, you can go, but the people we want to persuade are those who don't want to continue to be exploited and enslaved in the Great Guild, but there is no better way out players."

"If someone is tired of being the target of being squeezed and harvested at the bottom of the guild, tired of struggling no matter how hard they are, they just want to live as a leek in another place for survival, living in fear without any dignity and ability, then you can listen to what I want In other words, this may give you a completely different choice."

Muke's eyes are clear: "After I finish speaking, no matter how you choose, we will let you go."

The players below still didn't believe it, but because of Mu Ke's words, curiosity appeared on their faces.

Although we know that under the current game order, the ideal choice that Mu Ke talked about is unlikely to exist, but I still want to hear what else this young player can talk about.

It may also be that they do still have a little hope, hoping for a better choice than the King's Guild, although they rationally know that this is impossible.

There are very few casual players in the game who can survive without joining a guild.

This is a well-understood survival axiom - in extremely bad situations, such as in this game, the survival rate of individuals in a group will be much higher than that of a single individual.

It's like being trapped in the snow in the wilderness. The possibility of a group of people huddling together for warmth is far higher than that of a single person.

Even if the weak in the group may be exploited, sacrificed, or even trampled to please the strong, but if you give up your dignity, you can live longer. This is the way for ordinary people to survive after entering this game , is also the road to success that they can find the most. Although they are cowardly, there are reasons to follow.

The crowd squeezing towards Mu Sicheng's exit gradually retreated back.

They looked at Mu Ke standing on the table with vigilant and unbelievable eyes, but on the contrary, they stayed around the table where Mu Ke was standing, and chose to stay and listen to the I don't know if it's true or not, it's another choice.

This group of players who have lived in low-rent housing for a long time, their faces are dirty, just like those who have lived in low-rent housing for decades in the normal world, messy and unkempt , and depressed.

After the eyes and expression relaxed, there was a kind of subconscious sluggishness, and it looked as if he had been tortured and was mentally abnormal.

These players piled up, squeezed each other and stood together. When they raised their heads and stared at Mu Ke with empty eyes, it reminded him inexplicably of the refugee cave.

In this game where you can adjust your appearance at will, players like this are usually the lowest level players in the game. They don't care about their appearance at all, and they don't have any other requirements.

Their only requirement is to survive.

Mu Ke stood on the table more than one meter higher than the others. Under the gaze of so many people, he condescendingly looked around at the people surrounding him.

At this moment, Mu Ke was even in a daze. He saw that the numb and frozen eyes of these people were the same as he used to be, with a faint light, calling for help.

——For the legendary newcomer who has not yet come here, the besieged wanderer, their new president, the **** who saved him, Bai Liu's faint expectations, following Mu Ke's words, in the silence of these people Ji's eyes lit up.

"You said... the new president, that Bai Liu gave us another choice, what is this choice?" Someone finally couldn't help it, he took a step forward, raised his head and questioned Mu Ke.

Muke took a deep breath: "It's a deal. Bai Liu will make a deal with you. After the deal is done, he will be responsible for cultivating your abilities so that they can clear the game independently to support themselves."

"But as a group, you have to pay him a monthly salary on a regular basis, and everyone will share it equally-after paying his monthly salary, no matter how many points and props you earn in the game, it will belong to you, and he will not ask for it. You pay a penny, and you won't charge you sky-high commissions like other guilds."

The eyes of the players below gradually widened. They looked at Mu Ke in bewilderment and disbelief, and raised their hands to ask questions one after another:

"Don't collect our commissions and props?!"

"Really?"

"Will give resources to train us??!"

"Yes." Mu Ke nodded with great certainty, he exhaled and looked at these players, "Bai Liu will not, nor does he want to exist as an upper class that rules you, he will not control and exploit you, It will only help and cultivate you, so that you can earn more points and money, and then pay him a monthly salary."

"Do you know the entertainment company? Compared with the president, Bai Liu is more willing to exist as your manager. He manages you, formulates training plans and resources for each of you, and plans the best development route for you in this game. "

There was a little smile on Mu Ke's face: "Your new president doesn't like to be a master. He told me that if you are willing to cooperate and trade with him, then you will be the boss who pays him a monthly salary. Then it is only natural that each of you is the master of the guild and has the greatest rights in the guild."

"He will delegate the authority of the president to each of you, so that the guild can exist as a community."

The players below are already in a mess. They have never heard of such an unbelievable guild idea. It's almost like someone is building a perfect utopia full of traps for them.

The audience was still fearful and doubtful, and because the composition looked so beautiful, they were even more afraid because of their hopes. The round table was getting closer and closer, and it was getting farther and farther away from the gate guarded by Mu Sicheng.

How can anyone be willing to do this kind of thing that delegates their power to the group?

This looks too much like a beautiful lie specially woven to seduce them. There are many players in the game who are smarter than them. This is not the first time that such a full and bright "lie" has appeared.

But this time, they couldn't help but want to ask about the follow-up of this lie.

Someone asked in a trembling tone: "Bai Liu, no, how does President Bai plan to delegate his privileges?"

"If you agree to cooperate." Mu Ke looked at everyone, he was quiet, and opened the game panel, "Your new president signed many documents and sent them to me before entering the game, now I will show you this document."

Muke held up his system panel, on which was a copy of "Seventy-eight Explanatory Regulations Concerning the Split and Transfer of Management Rights of the Scavenger Association". The handwriting of Party B is left blank.

"Bai Liu has signed thousands of copies of this document." Mu Ke slid one by one and showed it to the players below, "If you are willing to accept Bai Liu's conditions, now I will issue this contract to You guys, let you sign on Party B."

Muke's eyes were calm, and he explained word by word: "Bai Liu will transfer the rights and interests of the guild to each of you, so that each of you can own a part of this guild. In black and white, the contract regulations recognized by the system make you the real president."

After this document appeared, the entire low-rent building fell into a silence that could hear the sound of needles falling.

These players were short of breath, their pupils dilated, and their chests heaved as they looked at the document held high by Mu Ke, looking up eagerly to read every word on it.

Muke also thoughtfully knelt on one knee on the table, and lowered the system panel, so that the players who got closer could see the contract clearly at a close distance.

In the game, everything can be faked, name, appearance, props, skills, these can be faked in various ways to deceive the public, but there is one thing that cannot be faked——

——That is the contract after the system stamped and certified.

This stuff is real! ! !

"It's a real contract!!! A real contract signed by President Bai!!" After the first player roared after verifying the authenticity, the originally quiet low-rent building was thrown into a burst of excitement in an instant. Higher than a burst of noise in the waves.

The numb and pale expressions on the faces of these people faded away, and turned into unbelievably excited, blushing and thick-necked arguments, silently raising their heads and crying, colorful emotions appeared on the faces of these low-level players who were originally rigid and indifferent like corpses Emerged one by one.

After Mu Ke managed to appease the boiling crowd, the first player who managed to calm down came forward and asked him: "That's it, we are all very grateful to Bai Liu, no no no! It's President Bai We are willing to make such a decision! We are very willing to cooperate with Chairman Bai!"

The man paused, then changed the topic: "But we all want to ask one thing."

Muke asked: "What is it?"

These players looked at each other and looked at Mu Ke. They clenched their fists and rubbed their chests nervously. After sweeping away their previous contemptuous attitude, they leaned forward and asked sincerely: "We would like to ask , What is the deal President Bai wants to make with us? Can we people... really afford the items that President Bai asked for?"

"You can fully afford it. You have something that President Bai thinks is very valuable." Mu Ke said.

"What about us...can make President Bai feel that this contract is worthwhile?" The others scratched their heads in confusion from the bottom of their hearts.

Mu Ke smiled gently: "President Bai wants your souls."