Immortal I Speedrun Supernatural Game

Chapter 351 The Real Spiritual Disaster Comedy Show
After Wu Wang's words caused everyone's brains to freeze for a moment, he walked over to the sofa in the wooden house, sat down, and crossed his legs as if he were at home.

This carefree behavior annoyed the shapeshifter.

Although she, as a creature of the dungeon world, couldn't understand things like Tieba, Tencent, or miHoYo.

But he had already provoked the wrath of the forest under Wang Xianzhi's threat.

Why is he still so relaxed?
"Kid... don't think that just because you're a descendant of Victoria, I won't dare to lay a hand on you!"

"My relationship with your grandmother wasn't as deep as you think! If she were alive, I might still respect her, but she's been dead for many years!"

As soon as she finished speaking, she noticed that Wu Wang's expression became even more ambiguous, a half-smile.

They didn't take these threats seriously at all.

He kept tapping his temples with his fingers.

Said word for word:

"You just called me 'kid,' right?"

Upon hearing this, the shapeshifting witch's furious voice abruptly ceased, and only the mechanical sound of Wang Xianzhi in his combat armor remained in the entire wooden house.

Seeing that the other party did not respond.

Wu Wang pressed on, saying, "I just find it strange that even if Jessie, as a witcher, doesn't pay attention to skincare or grooming,..."

"But at least you can tell it's a woman, right? Why would you call me 'boy'? Do you not see me as Jessie?"

Wang Xianzhi was taken aback for a moment.

He then immediately realized the problem.

Yes! I know the widow is a man because it was clearly recorded in the information collected by the Tarot Club.

Therefore, Wang Xianzhi never treated her as a woman throughout the entire journey.

He didn't even have time to react to the shapeshifting witch's shout of "Boy!"

Now let’s see…

This way of addressing someone is a huge problem!
No matter how in-depth the Shapeshifter's research on biological structures is, it's impossible for her to directly break through the cognitive filter of the dungeon and see through the widow's female witch form to the overly annoying male soul, right?
"The Shapeshifter is the [host]!"

Wang Xianzhi looked incredulously at the vines around the wooden house, which were gradually revealing the seemingly ordinary face of the shapeshifting witch.

In no time.

The other person separated from the wooden house again, once again appearing in the same form as when they first started wearing the witch's hat.

He said coldly, "What host? I don't understand what you're saying."

Her words upon her reappearance made Wang Xianzhi hesitate again.

Because the story seems to be continuing.

If we follow the widow's reasoning, the story should stop when they find out who the "host" is.

The shapeshifting witch can still come out and make excuses...

Does it really require some substantial evidence to completely disprove the other party's identity?

But this is a story fabricated by the host himself. He can easily change it at will, so how could he leave behind such solid evidence?
He turned to look at Wu Wang.

The other party, however, remained in no hurry.

He simply said, "I'm pretty sure you are the [host], or rather, part of the [host] team, right?"

"Dio, you haven't escaped the trap set by the introduction to the dungeon; you're still trapped in the misconceptions it creates."

"Including you, all the players who had previously tried to find the [Host] were simply trying to find a specific character."

Have you ever thought about this—

Who says a host can only be a single role?

Having said that, before Wang Xianzhi could even complain that he was "the world" and not Dior...

Wu Wang then turned his gaze to the Pollution Demon, who was huddled in the corner, looking at everyone with a blank expression.

His gaze became increasingly sharp.

The speed at which his fingers tapped his temples gradually increased, as if representing the fact that his thought process was operating at its limit.

"If you're still unwilling to admit it."

"So let me start this story from the beginning, like when I first entered the Spirit Disaster Joy Show, the first incarnation of yours that I met in the forest—the Corruption Demon."

"To be honest, your performance was really excellent, so realistic that I didn't even think it was acting."

"The first flaw was revealed when you had to explain the rumors about Wang Xianzhi to me in order to advance the plot and pique my interest in her."

When Wang Xianzhi heard Wu Wang's words and the other party suddenly turn into a corruption demon, he was completely dismayed.

No way……

Is this grotesque monster also a [host]?
What rumors did he tell the widow?

Of course, what Wang Xianzhi was more concerned about was that the widow said this happened when he first entered the instance.

In other words, the widow never trusted any of the characters in the instance from the very beginning.

In his view, every word and action of every NPC could be a form of deception.

Damn, did he really analyze every single NPC's dialogue? How many brain cells must that have taken?!
Is such a massive amount of information truly something that humans can process?

Wang Xianzhi's expression grew increasingly strange.

The widow's mother was as cautious as if she had lost something!
In other words, Wu Wang was unaware of Wang Xianzhi's current thoughts; otherwise, he would definitely be proudly displaying his charm with his hands on his hips.

Let her know what it's like to have your charm value drop to zero immediately; he's never encountered an NPC who would develop feelings for him before.

Isn't it normal to be hostile towards NPCs?

"Do you remember? I asked you what you knew about me, and you only gave me very limited information, saying that you were a wild beast in the forest, and that you did everything you could to survive and escape being hunted."

"Then, in this situation—"

"Where did you get so much information about a salt smuggler? You can even explain the harm that smuggled salt does to the castle economy and the power of the royal palace, you're just like an economist. Why don't you act like a beast now?"

"Unless, you are not a beast to begin with."

The pollution demon heard Wu Wang's accusations.

He opened his mouth slightly, as if he wanted to explain something.

But Wu Wang immediately interrupted him.

Pointing the Demon Hunter Gun at his head, she said menacingly, "If you're going to keep acting, then you should show fear of this gun."

"Then listen to your own flawed and awkward plot development methods."

The dark muzzle of the gun immediately silenced the pollution demon, who then sheepishly lay back down on the ground.

If he isn't afraid of the Demon Hunter's Gun right now, wouldn't that prove Wu Wang was right?

Therefore, whether he was genuinely afraid or simply being stubborn, he couldn't stand up and try to argue his case.

“Very well, then let’s talk about the boy who tried to sell me scalped tickets when I first arrived at Sego Castle, the guard who explained the large pet ownership permit to me, and the guy who introduced me to the mixed martial arts show.”

"Their propaganda is insane."

“They were almost trying to imply to me from every angle that Zavarudo was a player of the Necropolis.”

"Dude, that's not how sophisticated scams work. You should let me find the evidence myself from the smallest clues. People only believe what they judge for themselves, not a poisoned apple handed to them by someone else."

At this point, Wu Wang even made a disappointed expression.

It's like a leader of a fraud ring watching his new recruits work.

His eloquence and rhetoric were so convincing that it was as if the word "liar" was etched into his very being; the helplessness and gritted teeth he conveyed were simply unbelievable.

Wang Xianzhi, standing nearby, had already accepted that this guy was giving him all sorts of nicknames based on his name.

"Of course, I never expected you to expose the same flaw twice."

"Think about it carefully. Besides calling me 'kid' now, you also insulted me as a passerby in Sego Castle, saying I lacked responsibility as a man, right?"

"Actually, I wanted to confront you back then, but I held back and wanted to verify first whether the plot of the whole world really changed and operated as we went to different places."

"It's obvious now."

"There are only two roles in this entire wasteland—the player, and the host!"

"You're testing whether we can perceive that the whole world is your alter ego, aren't you?"

But the widow's next crazy words made Wang Xianzhi's scalp tingle.

She never imagined that every passerby in the world was a "host".

Doesn't that mean all players in this instance are like those in "The Truman Show"? Being kept in a variety show entirely created by others? "The Calamity Comedy Show... the Comedy Show..."

"This is just a variety show!"

"They're selecting guests for the show!"

Another problem then arises—

Who are the audience?

Although his thinking speed was slightly slower than Wu Wang's, Wang Xianzhi had now realized what this meant.

His expression became even uglier.

She realized that everything she did was like a clown performing for a certain audience.

Whether it was all the attempts made to conquer the dungeon, or the desolation of realizing one's impending death after the arrival of the widow.

It's all just something other people talk about over tea.

This feeling is very unpleasant.

"Alright, I have finished my testimony. Now you can begin your own rebuttal, provided that you can refute my current evidence."

"Otherwise, even if Wang Xianzhi is eliminated, I will not change my current thoughts."

Wu Wang stopped tapping his temples and placed his hands in front of his chest, crossing them as if waiting for a good show to begin.

He tossed the demon hunter gun aside and completely ignored it.

Yes, this sofa is very comfortable.

The material feels even softer than the expensive, high-end sofa in Xiaoxiao's house; it almost makes me not want to get up again.

Logically speaking, the pollution demon should now be able to stand up and refute the claims.

But he didn't do that.

Instead, she slowly raised her head and met Wu Wang's gaze. At this moment, the animalistic wildness in the pollution demon's eyes had completely faded away.

All that remains is a depth as vast as the ocean.

It's as if an ancient philosopher, who has witnessed countless lives, is contemplating the path ahead.

Finally, he took a deep breath and sighed.

His voice was no longer that hoarse roar; instead, it was a youthful frivolity that seemed far removed from the depth in his eyes.

"Hahaha! Brilliant! Brilliant!"

"Indeed, I can't see any wavering in your eyes or your soul, and I believe you truly consider the whole world your enemy."

"No matter how I revise the story afterward, it won't change your belief that you've successfully seen through the essence of this virtual world."

"It's rare to meet a guest with such excellent logical thinking. You'll get a spot on the Happy Show tonight."

"I personally really like your sharp-tongued style, and I hope you can bring more surprises to the audience."

Having said that, the pollution demon slowly stood up.

He walked up to the shapeshifting witch and patted her on the shoulder. Then, as if melting into liquid, she merged directly with him.

Then the whole cabin began to shake.

Thick vines like buckets, towering trees reaching into the clouds, soil as hard as iron, a multitude of strange and wonderful animals, and in the distance, castles and buildings of various styles, as well as crowds of men, women, and children...

Everything seemed to have been suddenly compressed into a zip file.

From realistic textures to 4K light and shadow, then compressed to ultra-high definition and then to high definition, and finally most of it turned into mosaics that were completely unrecognizable from the original.

They descended from the sky and poured into the body of the corrupted demon.

It was as terrifying as if he had swallowed the whole world whole.

The feeling of the world rapidly collapsing made Wang Xianzhi extremely uneasy, and the combat armor, which was in standby mode, immediately regained power.

She even floated into the air, fearing that the collapse of the world would cause her to fall into an endless abyss.

Even the most high-level players of the Necropolis have rarely, if ever, had the opportunity to witness a scene of the apocalypse.

After all, most instances are limited to a specific area and do not involve the collapse of the entire instance world.

When she tried to reach out and pull Wu Wang into the air to protect him.

To my surprise, I found that the kid was still sitting on the sofa, leisurely picking up the cup on the table and sipping some unknown tea.

There was even a hint of disappointment in his eyes.

He kept shaking his head and clicking his tongue.

This apocalyptic scene didn't quite suit his taste, or rather... he even found the scene poorly made.
Wang Xianzhi was dumbfounded.

What exactly is this guy unhappy about?
How many apocalypses have you witnessed to be so indifferent to this?

The Holy Son appointed by the Lord of Desire is terrifyingly powerful!
In fact, Wu Wang had seen quite a few apocalypses, whether in newbie dungeons or in Peking Opera anecdotes.

He witnessed the Abyss God destroy the world.

The sense of awe it evoked far surpassed the compressed image quality of today's VR.

That's why I'm not entirely satisfied now.

drop--

Suddenly, everything around me lost its color, just like a television that was playing a video had been unplugged, and with a beep, the picture went completely black.

The pitch-black darkness made me wonder if I had gone blind.

The heaviness above his head caused Wang Xianzhi aches and pains, as if he were wearing something like a helmet.

"This... glug glug glug..."

As soon as she opened her mouth, she found a large amount of unknown liquid being poured into her throat. Strangely, she didn't feel suffocated at all.

Fortunately, her experience in dungeons helped her calm down immediately.

Almost instantly, I realized that I was being immersed in some kind of container, like a culture chamber in a biological laboratory.

Fortunately, there was no loss of strength or anything like that.

She gritted her teeth, raised her hand to touch her head, and sure enough, she touched a cold, metallic texture.

With a forceful tug, it was ripped off his head.

The soft light filled his retina again, allowing Wang Xianzhi to see his current state clearly at once.

She was indeed submerged in a transparent jar filled with a large amount of pale blue liquid that seemed to be maintaining her bodily functions.

In addition, there were a large number of similar transparent jars around, each containing human bodies of various sizes.

At first glance, there are at least a hundred.

This chilling scene reminded her of the moment in The Matrix when Neo awakens from his battery compartment.

Are all the people in the jar players?!
Immediately afterwards, Wang Xianzhi saw a chair not far away, with a guy with long, thin limbs and wearing an exaggerated performance costume sitting on it.

This person was also wearing some kind of helmet, but it wasn't submerged in a jar.

He was raising his hand to take off his helmet.

He grinned at himself, his mouth stretching to his ears, and said, "Welcome to the audition for the Calamity Fun Show. You've become the seventh guest to awaken."

"Let me introduce myself—my name is Nightmare."

"The flaws revealed in the story are not due to my lack of skill or poor plot design."

"But there are really some idiots who can't understand the instructions at all, which prevents new and old players from meeting in the story. I just want to help those idiots die quickly."

"These idiots need to be weeded out as soon as possible to avoid sullying the eyes of the audience."

"And could you please stop your companions from going crazy? You've really come out of the virtual world."

After saying that, he looked at the transparent jar next to him with a somewhat helpless expression.

Wang Xianzhi followed the nightmare's gaze and was shocked to find a boy repeatedly taking off and putting his helmet back on.

Even though he might accidentally swallow the liquid from the jar when he opened his mouth, he still enjoyed doing so.

You can tell from the shape of their mouth that the other person seems to be repeating a certain phrase and a name.

"He seemed to be saying..."

"Link Start also has Akihiko Kayaba?"

"Isn't that a line from Sword Art Online? You actually came here to play a virtual game?!"

Damn! The widow's brain really is messed up!
(End of this chapter)