The Heavens: Man Covers the Heavens, Refines Treasures to Become an Emperor

Feeling the changes in their bodies, the eight people who had been accustomed to their weak bodies felt complicated as they felt the superhuman physiques.

To regain their own strength means that their leisure life is over and they have to return to the normal rhythm of the game. They don't belong here.

"Avan! Can you let me see what you look like?"

"Avan, are you still there?"

……

Geng Fan looked at the iron-linked exoskeleton gloves on his hands, sat in the chair and stared blankly at his phone, the light in his eyes gradually becoming dimmer and dimmer.

The memories of these ten years occupied half of his entire memory, like warm sunshine covering his previous scars, making him forget the cruelty and pain for a moment.

But now, the cruelty behind the gentleness emerged, like the pain of tearing open a scar, deeply imprinted in his heart, making him hesitate and dazed.

"Knock, knock, knock!" The regular and powerful knocks on the door brought his thoughts back to his senses. The new folding phone in front of him, the only phone that could receive messages from outside the courtyard, was still ringing. It was a message from a girl he met on the Internet, who was eagerly waiting for his reply.

"Who?" Geng Fan calmed himself down and looked outside the door coldly.

The knocking on the door stopped, and a young man with a sunny and cheerful voice came: "I am Ayala, the player of this game. Everyone has gathered together to prepare for a meeting, and I invite you to come!"

Geng Fan hesitated for a moment and responded, "I understand!"

Looking at the phone that was still buzzing, Geng Fan stood up and walked out the door without hesitation.

By the time he arrived at the only courtyard in the yard where people could sit together, everyone else was already there.

The atmosphere at the scene was very depressing.

Seeing the last player coming, everyone lowered their heads with heavy hearts, and no one was willing to be the first to step forward.

Geng Fan took this opportunity to carefully observe everyone around him.

Apart from the new bean sprout who was called over, who seemed to be completely immersed in the game of playing house, there were two other men who were replying to messages on their phones, immersed in their own world and laughing foolishly.

The two men, one was wearing a white shirt, with thick chest hair vaguely visible, but his cheerful expression completely concealed his original wildness; the other was a typical otaku, squinting his eyes and quickly scrolling through his phone, which seemed to be the world he lived in.

The other two men actually lowered their heads and didn't look at their phones, but they also had no desire to talk.

Since we can't see their faces, we can only observe their personalities through their simple clothes.

A man with a hat that almost covers his entire face, dressed casually and seemingly without any special equipment, but this kind of person could be someone who is pretending to be a pig but is actually a tiger.

The other person was the opposite. He was fully armed and the knife he was playing with was stained with blood, as if he was trying to intimidate the people around him not to have any bad intentions.

Geng Fan raised his eyebrows and instantly realized that the other party might be the softest persimmon in this game.

Those who often smear people know that they usually have to wipe off the blood afterward. The dried blood will not only make the knife dull, but also make the next person wary.

So if there is blood rust on the knife, it means that either the opponent is not confident in his own strength and wants to use it to intimidate others; or he has never been to the battlefield many times. No matter what the situation is, his strength and foundation are definitely not that strong.

If the ensuing confrontation really requires killing, then the man with a knife is definitely a good target.

Unlike the men, the three women sat together, as if forming a temporary alliance to deal with what might happen next.

The three women, two with blonde hair and blue eyes, and one with black eyes and black hair, were sitting together with smiles on their faces, chatting in low voices.

Seeing the meeting fall into silence, Ayala coughed lightly and stood up: "Everyone feels that our power has returned! Logically, it should be our time to fight! But this space did not release new rules in the first place, which means that there are no changes at present! I think we can keep it as it is for the time being and wait for the rules to change!"

"What if the rules don't change?" The black-haired woman, wearing a black body-shaping suit, looked at Ayala quietly.

"The rules haven't changed, so we can pass the level without any confrontation, right? Everyone can enjoy a perfect life, get rewards after the end, and there's no life-threatening danger!" Ayala's eyes were filled with joy.

As soon as his strength returned, he believed that this game might really be some kind of reward!

The black-haired girl turned her head and looked at the girls on both sides with questioning eyes.

Seeing the two girls nodding, the black-haired girl nodded gently: "My name is Fang Wenya, the three of us all agree!"

Ayala's face lit up and he turned to look at the men on both sides of him. They had already raised their heads when Ayala was speaking, except for the middle-aged otaku who was addicted to the Internet.

The hooded man had a sinister smile on his face. He glanced around as if he was watching prey. He paused for a few seconds on Geng Fan and said with a wicked smile, "My name is Martin. I have no problem! I've played a few games. It's nice to have a bonus break!"

"I just don't know whether the world outside the courtyard is real or fake!" Martin said meaningfully, then lowered his head again.

The knife-wielding boy next to him had a glimmer of longing in his eyes. He looked up without hiding his emotions and said in agreement, "Although I'm not afraid of confrontation, it's not bad to be able to rest and get a reward for free!"

The otaku didn't care about what everyone was talking about. He just raised his hand and said perfunctorily, "I agree too!"

The hairy-chested guy laughed, "I hope this is really a bonus game. If you get in trouble you can come and taser me!"

Seeing that almost everyone agreed with his proposal, Ayala looked at Geng Fan expectantly. Geng Fan nodded slightly: "If there are no new rules issued, I will not do it!"

Although he thought the possibility of no new rules being added was low based on his experience of playing more than a dozen games, he still agreed.

I have to admit, although his mind told him that based on his experience of playing more than a dozen games, there was no game for enjoyment, but he still couldn't help but feel a sense of luck in his heart.

What if? What if this game is different?
The brief reunion soon ended in separation. Even when they only had mortal powers, they were unwilling to stay together, let alone now that they have recovered their memories.

But what they didn't expect was that the main god of this game seemed to have disappeared. No new rules were issued, and no one disturbed their lives. Everything seemed to have never changed, and the things in this courtyard had never changed.

They are twenty-eight years old!
Ever since Ayala experienced the ability to buy anything online and have someone open the courtyard gate to deliver all the purchases the next day, he began to take the initiative to renovate the rooms belonging to him and his parents.

"Ayala, are we renovating your house again?" A middle-aged woman walked by and naturally greeted Ayala who was working on a bench.

"Well! Madam, you are back so early today!" Ayala responded politely. This was the mother of the young man with the knife. Although they rarely communicated with each other, they would chat with each other's parents when they met!

The woman smiled and said, "There's nothing to do at the company today, so I'll be given a day off!"

After saying this, the woman had already walked past Ayala's door and was heading towards her own home.

Ayala's eyes gradually became deep as he heard the word "company".

Is this world really fake? Everyone you meet in the company, the Internet, the world news, and chatting is flesh and blood, and in their descriptions they have their own lives, plans, and hopes!
He couldn't help but look at the closed courtyard gate. Every time he opened it, he could see the bustling world outside!
Is all this fake?

Ayala rubbed the sore hammer, came to his senses, gave up thinking further, and turned to hammering the nails seriously.

He has completely remodeled this home. The two-layer partition, dry and wet separation, and smooth appearance make him enjoy this kind of calm busyness more and more.

Regardless of whether the world outside the courtyard is real or not, this world is already too good! Except for being imprisoned and not allowed to leave the courtyard, everything else is almost perfect!

"Ding ding ding!" As the sound of nails being hammered into the door panels rang out in the courtyard, a scream quickly covered up the sound of hammers that resounded throughout the courtyard. The gentle and graceful middle-aged woman ran out from a room not far away. The fear in her eyes made Ayala feel panic in his heart.

For some reason, when he heard the scream, he felt his whole body go cold. The coldness that penetrated deep into his heart made his brain automatically amplify the scream, and his blood circulation slowed down.

He had an inexplicable premonition that the good life in this courtyard ended here!
A full thirty years!
The middle-aged woman rushed towards Ayala as if she had found support. The fear on her face appeared like a brand in his heart, causing him to stop thinking for a moment.

"Ayala! My son is dead! He was lying in a pool of blood! Did you see anyone enter my house?" The woman's voice trembled. After the fear, tears fell from her face and hit the ground heavily, making ripples in the world.

Ayala managed to regain his composure. He had been at his home the whole morning buying construction materials, and only came out in the afternoon to fix and replace the door frames. Apart from that, he had never seen anyone leave his room.

"Madam! I didn't see your son when I came out this afternoon! We should call the police right away!"

"Yes, yes, yes!" The middle-aged woman walked out of the courtyard slowly.

The screams caused all the players to leave the room, and they all heard the conversation between the two. Many of them looked at Ayala with suspicion in their eyes.

"Someone died!" Taser glanced at everyone and asked, "Why did they kill people? Didn't we agree to get through this game safely?"

The evil young man wearing a hat, Martin, stood in the distance and laughed, "I had expected that someone would die! I warned you at the first meeting! Is the world outside the courtyard door real or fake? Don't you want to open the door and take a look yourself?"

Upon hearing this, Ayala looked at the door that the woman had just closed after walking out of the courtyard. He felt strength rising from his cold body, and strode to the gate of the courtyard and put his hand on the door handle!
A system voice sounded in his mind:

"The world outside the door! You only need to sacrifice the life of any resident of the courtyard! You can go outside the courtyard and stay wherever you want for twelve hours! Time cannot be accumulated!"

After hearing the information in his mind, an idea emerged in Ayala's heart that he couldn't help but think about the world outside the courtyard!
If possible, he would like to take his parents out for a walk. His parents have always wanted to take him hiking or camping, even just once! Just to watch the sunrise and sunset!

All I need is someone else's life!

Since the man with the knife is dead, can his parents...

Ayala retracted his hand and slapped himself hard in the face, but the chill in his heart became even more difficult to suppress, and he even forgot to walk. The unspeakable fear was like a deep sea that drowned him, and pressure, darkness, and lack of oxygen came flooding in.

Even someone who had only played two games, was still optimistic, and had decided to spend his entire life in peace with this game, actually wanted to kill someone because of a twelve-hour trial card!
What about the others? Those who have played several games, or even dozens of games?
They could have endured the darkness, but now they saw the light!
Even though the light is so short-lived, they will still flock to it!
Those numb people have not lost their desire for happiness, but have suppressed all their emotions deep in their hearts. How terrifying will be the power that will erupt from them!
Seeing Ayala standing there in a daze, the others walked forward and grabbed the door handle, quietly digesting the news of only a dozen words.

In the distance, the evil smile on Martin's face had disappeared, and he was carefully observing the remaining six people gathered at the gate, with a solemn look in his eyes.

The expressions of the six people didn't seem fake, as if they had really never touched the door!
But the key point is that he didn't really kill the young man with a knife, although he was also prepared to do it!

This shows that one of them is hiding very deeply, and that person wants to put him, who proposed this proposal, in the spotlight! Let him attract other people's attention while continuing to kill people!
After a long time, everyone tacitly exited the door and came to a place where they could temporarily guarantee their safety. They looked around with scrutiny in their eyes, and of course most of their attention was still on Martin.

"Hey! Don't look at me like that! If I really was the one who did it, I wouldn't have reminded you of this news! And I discovered this hidden rule before the first meeting. If I wanted to do it, I would have done it a long time ago!" Martin spread his hands and argued loudly.

"Maybe you didn't need it before, but now you suddenly want to go out?" Ayala stared at Martin, with a small dagger in his hand. With his current strength, it only takes him one second to cross the courtyard.

But the atmosphere of the entire courtyard changed because of Ayala's words!

Others did not agree with him!
The air fell into silence!

A solemn atmosphere spread throughout the courtyard! (End of this chapter)