global collapse

Growing together.

In the dim light, 007 stared at the coat that was pressed against him.

She and this dress grew together...

Because it was too cold last night, 007 had no intention of taking off his clothes at all, so he shrank and wore it while picking up dead branches.

After waking up during the day, there were so many things to do that she directly ignored the clothes given by the little girl on her body.

Before this, she didn't expect that even if she was just wearing the clothes in the dungeon, she would slowly merge with the dungeon.

Yes, fusion...

Their mission is to escape from the fairy tale city.

And the so-called fairy tale city is this copy!

All players entering this dungeon will be slowly merged until the identity of the "player" is completely blurred and finally becomes a part of the dungeon!

It was not long ago that 007 discovered the truth.

She didn't see the mechanical people coming and going on the street. She had also suspected it, but just looking at the mechanical people, she couldn't analyze anything at all.

Until just now, she found a shovel.

There was a shovel with a special item underneath. It seemed that a group of players had used this shovel a long time ago and threw their special items here.

When 007 picked up that special item, it could no longer be used normally, and even the introduction was garbled, just like the data was destroyed by this copy...

Special items were destroyed by copies, something that was unprecedented at this time!

At this moment, 007 found that the witch-like person assigned tasks to the player, which was similar to the tasks assigned to her by the little girl who sold lighters. The NPCs in this dungeon seemed to like to post some tasks that made players spend a lot of time and easily integrate into this world.

And the witch handed the player a shovel that was exactly the same as that in 007's hand.

This means that a long time ago, this witch also released the same task to the previous batch of players, but later the players who took the task seemed to disappear, and they couldn't help but throw away the shovels, and even special items had data abnormalities.

Combined with the group of mechanical movements on the street she had seen before, 007 understood something.

All players who fail the mission are fused by this dungeon!

All the mechanical people she saw were fused players!

007 still remembers that there is a rule in this global game, that is, the same dungeon cannot accept two groups of players at the same time. If you want the next batch of players to come in, then the previous batch of players must exit the dungeon without leaving.

If those mechanical people are really the first few batches of players, theoretically these players should not be able to come in, but there is another explanation that can be explained-

Those people are no longer players.

They have been completely assimilated into NPCs in this dungeon and can no longer be judged as "players".

So now in this dungeon, there are indeed only one of them in the real "players"...

It is said that this is a "fairy tale city", but in fact, the name of this copy should be "assimilation city".

Now 007 has guessed how to complete the task of "Escape from Fairy Tale City".

"Just don't accept NPC missions from the beginning"

"Just stay away from everyone here from the beginning"

"Just don't touch the things here at the beginning"

"As long as you express it incompatible with this fairy tale city, you will not be assimilated. I believe that such a person will be directly discharged from this copy in a short time, and the person who is unfortunately assimilated in the end..."

007 shivered hard.

If a player dies in the dungeon, he will wake up directly in reality, but this dungeon will not cause death. It will gradually assimilate the player into part of the dungeon, which means...

It was completely dark.

There is not even a moon in the sky tonight, and the whole forest is even more gloomy than last night.

007 tore the cloth on his sleeve hard again. It hurts very much, and the clothes are completely grown with him.

This means that I have begun to be assimilated by this copy.

Yesterday she was still worried that she would be suddenly hunted by a ghost, but now she understood that in this copy, there was no bloody danger she imagined.

The despair when facing evil spirits, the crying and struggle at the top of their lungs, the pores that suddenly magnified on their backs when life and death are on the verge of life and death, and those extremely terrifying scenes will not happen.

All there is is peace, lonely panic, which slowly magnifies and then spreads throughout the body.

Like an old man who is old and exhausted, he watches death slowly when he is exhausted. He is unwilling to accept it, but he is powerless.

"I'll watch myself die in a strange way"

It is death in the true sense.

Even though her body may still remain in some meaningless movement, she is indeed dead, and she is truly dead, and her moving body is nothing more than a set walking zombie.

The night wind blows through the forest.

The leaves above the head began to applaud again, as if mocking the stupid people.

007 closed his eyes and gritted his teeth: "Or as long as you discover the truth earlier and get away from this copy and get everything, there will be a chance of salvation..."

"No, it's not too late!" She suddenly opened her eyes as if she suddenly thought of something.

You must never die in this place!

She gritted her teeth and pulled out a bone-clearing knife from the inventory as she thought.

"If I die before being completely assimilated by the copy, would I be saved?"

Just commit suicide first!

But just after she pulled out the machete, she hesitated again.

"No, this is not safe... My body has been assimilated in part, so what if I die, I will be completely assimilated immediately?"

"It is necessary to... use a safer method, and you must first unlink all your relationship with this copy..."

Thinking of this, 007 hesitated for a while, and then raised the knife with his right hand in the night.

At this time, the moon covered by dark clouds suddenly showed a head, and the moonlight shone on the sharp knife in her hand, and a sharp cold light flashed through the blade.

The shiny tip of the knife approached the cuff of the left arm, and then fell down without hesitation, and cut it in like to treat tofu.

The sharp tip of the knife penetrated into the skin on her arm. She did not pause at all. She supported herself and still had the courage. She quickly and resolutely held the knife tightly, and slashed it upwards, allowing the tip of the knife to slide to the elbow.

At this time, the pain finally came to my mind.