The Righteous Player(s) Chapter 13: Klaus, you are not human
Annan quickly understood the meaning of the "Book of Heavenly Cars".
I don’t know if all the fragments of truth have this function, or if this is the unique authority of the "Book of Heavenly Wheels"... The "authority" he obtained is exactly what Annan most urgently needs.
——Control over the player. In other words, the right to delete your account.
To put it in detail... if Annan is unhappy, he can kill you with just one sentence.
Facing the template of a rare elite golden monster, Annan felt very panicked.
Based on his basic professional understanding, it can be said that he has a very good understanding of the urinary nature of the "players" group:
Their biggest trump card in the game is immortality.
So they are fearless, do not follow almost any rules, and rely on the basic thinking mode of "I am happy" to do things. As brave men, they sneak in and pick locks and grab whatever they see; as superheroes, they take turns in other people's cars and beat them up. They will kill innocent passers-by with weapons at will, or attack chickens in the village.
They have no position to speak of. After completing the task of helping Party A to defeat Party B, they can then take over the task of helping Party B to defeat Party A. If the NPC that issues the task can also be attacked, then they may kill both sides; if the merchant who sells or carries valuable items has low combat effectiveness (and is not good-looking), he may not survive the next day when he encounters the player; When riding a horse on the street, you never look at the road, and when you drive, you never wait for the traffic light...
In a word, in most cases, players are a group of terrifying saviors who have no sense of justice.
There are very few players who can personally immerse themselves in the game environment and have an immersive experience. The vast majority of players are ruthless and cold utilitarians.
For players, their only advantage...
...Maybe he just looks good.
Players will always be more tolerant of good-looking NPCs or BOSSs. Even if they are allowed to have a certain degree of innocence and a certain degree of willfulness, they will still have a group of fanatical fans.
But if it doesn't look good, then they usually won't have the desire to get to know the NPC in depth.
In this regard, the players are very real.
And my more neutral appearance may be the safest...
Originally Annan had a pessimistic attitude towards this issue. But after getting the Book of Heavenly Chariots, his thoughts immediately changed.
Although he has become an NPC in this real world, he can delete other people's accounts...
Then he is equivalent to the GM of this game.
Even after collecting the Book of All Sky Chests, he will become the chief planner of this game!
As long as he can hold some planning rights in his hands, Annan will have great confidence in his control over players.
What is this, the God of Planning?
...But that being the case.
Annan looked at the attributes of [this function can be used after 40:33:23] and made up his mind.
If he doesn’t do it, he won’t stop. He plans to directly create a set of characters.
He can't just borrow Don Juan's identity and become a lord!
He must work hard to become more of a protagonist! To create a strong character, it is best to make players subconsciously think that Annan is the protagonist of this game...the leader of their cute, respectable and amiable camp.
Annan took a deep breath and tentatively touched the remaining pages of the Book of Heavenly Cars.
The moment it came into contact with Annan, it immediately melted into a spot of light and burned into the palm of Annan’s right hand, forming a strange rune:
A black ring, except for the top bit. At the gap, there is a vertical line segment embedded in it.
Annan didn't think much of it at first, thinking that he was quite good at it.
But after looking at it for a while, he suddenly felt that this symbol looked a bit like a computer's power button. At a glance, it looks a bit like meat pads...
He also pressed twice subconsciously.
Obviously, he couldn't press anything except the soft and cold flesh of his palms.
"Tsk."
He shook his head and did nothing more.
He exchanged his clothes with Don Juan's, and put all the things that belonged to Don Juan - such as daggers, pocket watches, letters, etc. - on himself.
The relic ring belonging to Don Juan's mother was also worn on his hand.
Until this moment, Annan found the only token that "Annan" was carrying in his inner pocket.
It was a silver badge with a rather delicate wolf head relief on it.
Only one side of the wolf head can be seen. It looked to the right, its hair flying wildly, and the wolf's eyes were very small light blue gemstones - maybe ice blue diamonds, but Annan had no research on this.
This is a token belonging to Annan's body.
From a safety perspective, he should have thrown it into the sea without hesitation. From then on, he forgot the name Annan and lived as Don Juan... until the time came.
But Annan stared at the badge for a long time and suddenly laughed.
"What was I hesitating about just now..."
He laughed at his own timidity and put the emblem of the Winter Family in his arms.
Be timid. Not a great tool.
Even the aborigines of this world are afraid, so how can we compete with the players in a battle of wits and courage?
Even if your identity is exposed, what if someone will do harm to you?
If your identity is not exposed, everyone will be gentle to you? Could giving in solve the problem?
Annan, who had just come out of the nightmare, said hehe.
He had just experienced the betrayal of an upright guard... Now Annan has a strong distrust of the average moral level of the nobles in this world.
He will raise a group of players in the future, and others should thank him for not causing trouble. Do you still expect yourself to give in out of fear?
Nothing to say.
If someone comes to look for trouble, just do it.
Should we be afraid of these players who will be resurrected indefinitely?
"...Come on, just go in peace, young master."
Having Don Juan's corpse put on his own clothes, Annan threw it into the black sea.
Watch it sink quickly without a trace.
The corners of Annan's mouth raised slightly, revealing an elegant smile.
This smile is 80% similar to that of Don Juan, so similar that it is eerie: "As a reward for borrowing your identity...
"Let me avenge your murder~IndoMTL.com~ for you."
Don Juan died yesterday or the night before yesterday. At that time, they were only one night away from Don Juan's new territory, Frozen Water Port.
Judging from the time, this should not be far from Frozen Water Port. After the sun rises, he can set out to explore.
To be on the safe side, Annan finally searched every room below the deck to confirm that the ceremony had been terminated. And there was no one on the deck, not even a body... just some blood scattered here and there.
As expected, the mirror and cow tongue used for the ceremony were taken away by Klaus. The room was flushed with his urine, and the smell of blood became very weak.
But the most terrible thing is that Annan discovered that the cash and jewelry brought by Don Juan had been looted, along with the several works of art.
——Klaus, you are not human!
Even the toilet, comb, quilt and pillow were not left for Annan. The only thing I didn't take away was the two rooms full of wine barrels in the ballast...
The wines may still fetch some money. But Annan really can't lift it alone...
An extremely strong desire to complain was born in Annan’s heart:
This Klaus, he took away all the bits and pieces of food, clothing, housing and transportation, and just threw away a bunch of such valuable things from Don Juan and just left them there without taking them - do you think everyone else is a fool?
After confirming that Klaus really didn't even leave a copper coin or a bite for himself, Annan silently made another note for him in his heart.
You stole my money, I will remember you...
Take out an unopened wine barrel and drink some wine to quench your thirst and strengthen your courage.
Annan then set off alone with a pile of jingling pieces and his back to the rising sun.