Abstraction for a bad world

Chapter 195: Rush thinks so, a turtle with fangs (4k)

Gather some contestants, kill them, harvest the chess pieces, and leave the audition world after harvesting.

Given Rush's current status, this seems to be a very simple matter.

But there are many problems with this rough plan.

This is because among the contestants there may be powerful beings like Zhuo Ge and Andesia who cannot be killed in one go using high-powered spells.

——If he had not been killed, then Rush would have been making wedding clothes for others.

This problem is relatively easy to solve. Rush only needs to use his identity as the "new king" to issue "tasks" that can bring benefits to the contestants, and then use rewards to distinguish the strong from the weak.

Rush only needs to kill the weak ones - low-quality chess pieces can produce qualitative changes when accumulated over time.

It is best to collect three sets of good quality chess pieces before entering the next round.

As for how the audition world will change after she leaves because of her previous actions, it has nothing to do with her anymore.

By that time, the remaining contestants will have a headache.

The sound of fingers tapping on the throne echoed rhythmically in the empty hall - if Yuan Qingzhuo was here, he would be able to hear that this was a nursery rhyme he taught Rush to sing a long time ago.

Rush continued to think calmly and carefully:

Although there may still be a situation where "the stronger ones are not rewarded and deliberately pretend to be pigs and eat the tiger", the probability of accidents is greatly reduced overall.

As for the natural situation that "the real strong ones lurk among the weak ones waiting to harvest heads", Rush has his own ways to prevent them from doing so.

Of course, this simple plan also requires a final insurance, which can be called a "joker".

Rush's mind subconsciously recalled the always reliable figure.

Brother Zhuo...

But the key point now is that Zhuo Ge will definitely not agree after fully knowing what I am thinking.

With Rush’s understanding of Yuan Qingzhuo, he can confidently say:
Absolutely not!

In order to reduce the contestants' vigilance, Rush planned to mix the contestants with the indigenous people, and the number of indigenous people would be far greater than the contestants.

People will subconsciously feel safe when they are in a group with similar people.

Therefore, if the plan could be implemented smoothly, the number of dead would probably be enough to fill up all four gates of the royal city.

Tens of thousands? Hundreds of thousands?

Rush pursed his lips slightly and took a deep breath through his lips and teeth.

——It’s just a false history, don’t worry about it.

What if the fake Mercury Tian didn't fall into the abyss because of himself?
So what if the fake Mercury Tian falls into the abyss faster because of me?

No matter what choice he makes, the fate and ending of the Mercury Sky who was assimilated by the abyss countless years ago and those people in Mercury Sky who are waiting for salvation will not change in the slightest.

"——If it's a game, then we just need to find the most convenient and fastest way to get the highest score, right?"

"After all, games require much less consideration than reality."

This is the teaching of Farandel.

Rush kept it in mind.

The Martial God Festival is just a game.

It's just a game that's packaged to be slightly more real.

——Rush thought so.

But Caroline might not think so, and Zhuo Ge would try to stop her after knowing it - even if the person who did it was her or Rush.

It was a very simple matter to deceive Caroline, no more difficult than solving the last question in an exercise book.

Even though she had shared almost all the information she saw with him from the beginning, and even had more.

The difficult part is Yuan Qingzhuo's side.

Therefore, he couldn't let Yuan Qingzhuo know about this, but at the same time, he had to make him passively become his trump card standing on his side without knowing it.

Even though Yuan Qingzhuo has not arrived at the royal city yet, he is still unaware of the strange situation in the royal city.

"I'm sorry, Brother Zhuo..."

The queen wearing the star mask closed her eyes.

Please let me deceive you a little.

"Sister Caroline, what is the attitude of those officials and high-ranking angels towards you and me?"

During the communication, Rush's tone did not change at all from beginning to end.

"I feel, for some reason, a lot of respect. If I tell them to go east, they won't go west."

Caroline's doubtful voice came: "According to what you said, it's fine that they will respect me. After all, I have worked hard and made great contributions..."

"But these guys actually respect you very much. It's obvious that the residents outside want you to die on the throne in the next second. The only thing missing is that someone will poke your little scarecrow with their hands."

"This is good."

Because, at least I still have the power to complete the plan.

The deeper reasons why she still holds power are irrelevant.

Rush's tense nerves relaxed for a moment because of the good news.

What is important is this fact.

"My friend, you've been following me for more than half an hour now - I wonder what you want from me when there's no beam of light above my head?"

Five kilometers outside the royal city, Yuan Qingzhuo, carrying the stone, slowly stood still. He put his hands in his pockets and yawned: "Your stealth skills are indeed good, but if you keep following me like this, be careful that others will think you are a pervert."

He calmed the nervous Stone and smiled towards the empty front: "So, aren't you going to come out and meet me?"

The surroundings were quiet, with only the dry sound of wind blowing the withered branches.

Shitou swallowed secretly - was Brother Yuan Qingzhuo battling wits and courage with the air?

After waiting for a while, Yuan Qingzhuo sneered:
"Your method of hiding in the dimensional interlayer is indeed ingenious, and I think you must have taken more than one layer of protective measures... In addition, the outside world cannot affect you, but you can affect the outside world from the interlayer. This is a strange method."

Yuan Qingzhuo stroked his chin and said, "Mr. Assassin, I think your work in recent years must have been very smooth, right?"

But still, no one jumped out to respond to Yuan Qingzhuo.

It was as if he was performing a one-man show in the wilderness.

"If you're shy, forget it."

Yuan Qingzhuo waved his hand in boredom, then said calmly: "But if you want to attack me, you can, right now, I can stand still and give you a chance."

"—You can get the initiative you always dream of."

The warrior, who had suppressed his fighting spirit for a long time, stretched his muscles and bones, and exhaled his blood and energy lightly like a dragon.

After a moment, the boy spoke indifferently:
"But if you choose not to take action this time, please don't follow me anymore."

"Otherwise, don't blame me for pulling you out of that turtle shell and rubbing you on the ground."

Another minute passed, and there was still no movement around.

Yuan Qingzhuo, who had not felt the desire to fight for a long time, curled his lips in dissatisfaction, closed his eyes in boredom, and retracted his aura.

But even though he deliberately revealed such a big flaw, the guy who was spying on him in secret still did not choose to take action.

"This guy is really patient..."

"—The top assassin is a turtle with fangs in its mouth."

I have to admit that sometimes Sister Fa's nonsense does make sense. Yuan Qingzhuo shook his head, picked up the stone that he had armed himself with because he had no idea what was going on but felt that there was a high probability that something big was going to happen, and continued to run towards the royal city.

After a hurricane caused by running, the wilderness returned to silence.

Perhaps in a few days, a group of fleeing refugees will pass by here and even set up camp.

Or perhaps, after a long time, a refugee will be killed by the erosion species here, and his blood will spill into the wilderness.

But at least now, this wilderness, which was no different from any other area, had once again fallen into deathly silence.

But half an hour later.

Yuan Qingzhuo, who was one kilometer away, peeked out with a sly look and suddenly focused his martial arts will there.

But the result is... nothing!
There was no sign of anyone showing up, and no sign of anyone leaving at all.

“Is this guy really a turtle?”

The corners of Yuan Qingzhuo's mouth twitched, but he felt relieved when he thought that this was the Martial God Festival.

It’s the Martial God Festival, there’s nothing abstract about it.

But he didn't have time to waste with this ultimate turtle that was curled up in place and not moving.

So I had to suppress my curiosity for now.

As for forcibly entering the dimensional interlayer to find the other party?

Stop joking...

Other means are easy to deal with, but it will be troublesome if the opponent throws you into the dimensional turbulence.

Not to mention that the speed of time may change dramatically, you may also be randomly thrown into a hellish place like the bottom of the seventh abyss.

Even if no major accidents occurred, by the time he found the way back, the Martial God Festival would probably be almost over.

Yuan Qingzhuo, who has only a vague understanding of this aspect, is not arrogant enough to break into other people's comfort zone alone.

So, let’s go to the royal city first.

A turtle with poisonous fangs... Yuan Qingzhuo remembered this feeling.

If he was being spied on and followed again, he would definitely not need ten minutes, but only half a second to detect the other person's presence.

Shaking his head, Yuan Qingzhuo turned into a stream of light and rushed towards the royal city.

A cold wind blew across the wasteland.

A full two hours later.

An ordinary face peeked out from the bushes, about a kilometer away from where Yuan Qingzhuo was standing at the time.

The Inquisitor's uniform fluttered in the wind.

"When did the cult produce such a powerful child... How old is he? Is he fifteen?"

Sunday thought silently, and then she thought about her age, and a great sense of frustration arose.

But she had already gotten used to this kind of frustration. She had gotten used to it when she was that age.

"Although he is only at the sublimation stage hidden in the mercury stage, and has not yet mastered any authority, intuitively speaking, this sense of threat is almost comparable to or even exceeds Andesia's."

Eat up all the negative emotions in a few bites on Sunday.
"Well... we have to find a way to dig this little guy up and bring him to the court."

How to do?
On Sunday, she began to think seriously about this problem - if her appearance was not so ordinary and could be seen at a glance using technology or techniques, she would have used herself as a bargaining chip to seduce people.

With her rich life experience, it should be easy.

If she is under fifteen, what is the best way to attract her?
Money, power, women?

But judging from the kid's performance just now, he seemed more interested in fighting or improving his strength.

So, why not change your thinking?

Sunday licked his lips.

——Wouldn’t it be better to find a beautiful woman who has money, power, knowledge and is very strong to seduce him?
How could a young boy under fifteen years old resist such temptation?

Although it is almost impossible for such a person to exist in reality, there happens to be one in the court.

——Isn’t it Lord Farandel who was exiled to a monastery in the countryside?
Sunday has a smile that says everything is under control.

When the time comes, I will go to the ground and kowtow ten thousand times to ask Lord Farandel to agree to my request.

——For some reason, Yuan Qingzhuo suddenly shuddered.

I don’t know why, but I just felt weird.

But the pervert who was following him was clearly no longer following him.

Rubbing the goose bumps on his body uncomfortably, Yuan Qingzhuo stood in front of the tightly closed gate of the royal city - standing in the vast refugee area surrounding the royal city.

Yuan Qingzhuo took a deep breath with a scientific research mindset, and a bitter look appeared on his face.

The smell of this place is beyond the imagination of ordinary people, and it is comparable to the sewers in the City of Sun.

— Are you not allowing refugees who have fled here to enter?

Is it the new king’s decision?

Yuan Qingzhuo probably thought so.

——Because the new king holds the strategic weapon of Randkil, even if he may be very incompetent, as long as Randkil obeys him for a moment, the royal city will still run according to the will of one person.

Strength is power.

This statement is not just talk in a world populated by extraordinary people.

So what’s the meaning?

Through his martial arts will, Yuan Qingzhuo could clearly feel that the interior of the royal city was very empty.

It is not difficult to accommodate these refugees, at least in batches.

As for the order problems caused by the large number of people - didn't the new king recall angels from all over the place? It would be more than enough to transfer one tenth of them to control the situation.

So, it’s because of those very traditional reasons?

Yuan Qingzhuo, who had less information, certainly didn't know - the "new king" on the throne simply didn't know that so many refugees had piled up outside the royal city.

The "new king" can only obtain information about the outside world through a not-so-smart "Randkiel" and doesn't even know where his angel army has gone.

Yuan Qingzhuo raised his head and looked at the extremely huge and thick black column of light rising into the sky from the highest point in the center of the royal city.

I just heard from several contestants that that was the color of three beams of light from chess pieces coming together.

The new king... a big boss worth at least three epic chess pieces.

Yuan Qingzhuo's gaze once again swept across the several light beams moving around - those were probably not Randkil.

Ran Dekiel was urgently recalled by the new king, most likely to protect the new king and consolidate his throne - but there was only a black beam of light in the center of the royal city.

In other words, there is a high probability that no chess pieces will be dropped if you kill Randkiel.

At this point, things become almost clear.

Yuan Qingzhuo made a judgment.

——The key to the problem is how to bypass Randkiel and kill the new king!
Then you can try other things.

because……

How can we save Mercury Sky if we stay with these insects that don’t even know they are about to die!
(End of this chapter)