Ark, they don't revolve around you

Today I finally got what I wanted.

The aircraft slowly descended and he walked in, wondering what kind of sensation the word would cause.

Of course, any observant person would definitely notice something wrong. After all, this poem should have been written for the Lantern Festival, but he wrote it as Mid-Autumn Festival.

In fact, a song called "Water Melody" by Su Zi should be left behind at this time, which will surely shock people from ancient times to the present.

But, whatever.

Anyway, the plagiarist was just in a whim, so what? He didn't care.

As we boarded the aircraft, the sound of PRTs began to sound.

The projection of Precious immediately appeared, opened his arms, and quietly embraced Zhuang Ning.

The aircraft rose into the sky. Below was a silent night. Soft whispers rippled like a hot spring:

"You seem happier tonight?"

"Yes, it was a prank." Zhuang Ning blinked slightly.

"A prank?" Priss also smiled.

Her happiness was genuine. In the year since her awakening, the doctor's mental state had improved significantly.

Zhuang Ning was humming a song.

It is also a very old song. After all, it is about Mid-Autumn Festival. Thinking of Su Zi again, that poem is the only one in his mind.

"When will the bright moon appear? I raise my cup to ask the sky.

I don’t know what year it is in the palace of heaven.”

As Zhuang Ning sang, his eyelids slowly closed, and he inadvertently ended his insomnia.

"People have joys and sorrows, separations and reunions, and the moon waxes and wanes. This has never been the case in ancient times.

Nung, moon and new moon. "

Sleepiness came over him and the singing gradually became lower. When Precious looked at him again, Zhuang Ning had fallen asleep.

He lowered his head with a peaceful smile on his lips.

It seemed that in his sleep, his soul had returned to his hometown and reunited with his relatives and friends.

(Volume 2, Soul and Spirit Return to Hometown, End.)

Some thoughts at the end of the volume

At present, I have finally finished writing the volume about Yan.

The number of words in this volume of Yan is slightly more than I expected. I originally thought it would be 120,000 words, but I ended up writing 160,000 words.

As for this idea for the end of the volume, I should have written it in the previous volume, but I was lazy at the time and thought I would definitely do it next time, so I ended up putting it off until today...

After thinking about it, maybe today would be more suitable.

Generally speaking, there are definitely a lot of problems with the Yan Country chapter, including a large degree of ooc, a dragged out, watery plot, and even flaws in character motivations. These are all shortcomings in my ability.

Fortunately, it landed smoothly in the end. I am very grateful to the readers who have read this far.

To sum up, the real heroine of this article must be years old.

In fact, there should have been more written, such as why Si Suitai chose Sui in the end, how Sui interacted with the Shanhai people, and the changes in Sui's own personality.

But if I really write it out, it will probably be a bit long-winded. After all, this is not the focus of this volume.

I feel it's miserable just by looking at the settings, and I don't know how Hypergryph is going to write it. Anyway, I have already made a cut here, so let me get slapped in the face if I get slapped in the face.

Next, here are some of my personal thoughts, which may be controversial.

Ah, that doesn’t seem right. After all, this book was written because of controversy, and I know my own abilities.

In short, you can actually end it here, as the text that follows is meaningless.

Regarding the second game, apart from the gameplay and art, there is actually one thing that I have never understood.

In theory, both second-hand games and online literature should be market-oriented. Why do they go to such extremes in terms of plot?

To put it bluntly, online literature does have what some people call "group portraits", but in most cases, the protagonist is absolute. After all, the protagonist is the object that the reader empathizes with, and the so-called excitement revolves around the protagonist.

But in the second game, many protagonists are not of this type, a typical example is the Doctor.

It is human nature to love reading exciting novels, and fantasy is the hope that gives us humble people some comfort.

Give a player a role to play, but only let him act as a camera.

Even like Ark, he can't even be a camera in many activities. After all, he doesn't exist in the activities, and the most he can do is listen to the voice of the new operators.

For a while, I didn’t quite understand why.

If the purpose is to make money, wouldn't it be better to write more things that make the protagonist happier? Wouldn't that make players more likely to make money?

As for the depth you mentioned.

But who would play a second game just for the depth?

In other words, even if we pursue depth, depth and refreshing writing are not contradictory. Is The Count of Monte Cristo refreshing? Is it a classic?

Taking Ark as an example, write a paragraph according to the template of a cool article.

The doctor just woke up, and Amiya told him that she was the commander, they were in Chernobyl, a natural disaster was about to come, and they had to escape immediately.

Then Mephistopheles blocked them and sent his herds to entangle them.

If you gave me a keyboard, I would probably write:

Mephistopheles: a7, h6, b3, e5...

Mephistopheles: Come on, can you escape?

Reunion Soldier: ... (Acting silently and quickly)

Dupin: He sees his soldiers as chess pieces.

Options: Are you using them as pawns?

You whispered, a memory suddenly flashing through your mind.

Green Filin: You are a very good commander.

Green Film: To you, all operators are chess pieces.

Options: b3, a4, f5

Mephistopheles (with a surprised expression): ...

Mephisto: Are you provoking me?

Mephistopheles: How dare a sick person who has to rely on others to stand up look down on me!

You looked at the boy's face and a map appeared in your mind.

Options: Your next move is h6, b7, a6

Mephistopheles: Impossible.

Mephisto: (This guy, can you see through my thoughts?)

Mephisto: (But how did he do that? Did he just learn from my commanding style?)

Mephistopheles: (That's impossible, he only saw the surface!)

Options: But these three aspects are just a feint.

Option: You want to attack us from behind.

Options: Your next step is f7

Mephistopheles: f7!

The two voices overlap.

At the same time, the Integration Movement fell in large numbers.

Almost everyone looked at you in surprise, because they knew you had just woken up from the sarcophagus.

Only you understand that even though you have forgotten everything, your instincts are still there.

Observe your enemy's instincts.

The instinct to gather intelligence.

Even, it's an instinct when facing the enemy.

Lin Guang: No wonder, this is why Amiya insisted on finding the doctor...

Lin Guang: His breathing has been regular since the beginning.

Ace: This is just the beginning. You have never seen what the Doctor looks like commanding a large army.

You hear them praising you.

But there is no ripple in your heart, perhaps because you have heard too many similar compliments.

There is only a fire in your heart that makes you try to defeat your enemies.

In order to do this, you need to irritate him.

Options: Your name is Mephistopheles, right?

Option: Mephisto, a great code name, your talent is also outstanding.

Options: But you’re still a little short.

Mephistopheles: What?

Option: Experience.

Option: You shouldn't advertise your ideas too blatantly.

Mephistopheles: ...

Mephistopheles: Are you... educating me?

Mephistopheles: Understand that you are the birds in the cage!