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The giant said slowly.

"In World L, [Niflheim, the Land of Mist]."

"Ha, it's hidden in that kind of place. It really picked a good place. It would have been impossible to go there before." Culene curled the corners of her mouth and put her face in front of Loki.

"Guess whose plan it was that caused the world to rotate twice, allowing the King of Destiny and the bird that has the power to travel through all worlds to look down upon World L from the towering Peace Tree."

"It's me. I didn't lie to you, but I plotted against you."

"Bastard!" Loki's eyes were blazing with fire, and he tried to break Cyrne's neck with his hands, but an old hand reached out from the side and grabbed her wrist.

"I find it rare for you to be so angry."

It was Odin. He easily pressed down Loki's hand and rescued Cyrene. Then Odin took out a bottle of high-level healing potion and poured it on Cyrene's chest.

“Ah ...

Kullene, who had a sinister and vicious look on her face just now, immediately rolled on the ground, avoiding the potion poured by Odin.

"Of course it hurts to grow a heart. I have a hot golden heart in my chest." Odin rolled his only remaining eye.

"Damn it! Let me see how the strangers look when they use this potion!"

"Foreigners often use knives to cut their stomachs. They have no sense of pain."

After Odin and Cyrene made such a fuss, Loki immediately understood.

"You guys teamed up to deceive me?"

"I'm not lying to you." Kullene did a somersault and stood up honestly after failing. "Blaze asked me to work harder, so I worked harder to set a trap, and you walked into the trap because you couldn't resist the temptation."

"Are you going to stay here any longer?" Cyrene pointed at the Hundred-Eyed Argus behind him. "If you stay any longer, he will find out the exact location of your stinky mouth."

"Damn it!" Loki growled unwillingly, and then his whole body fell down.

"This guy's IQ has dropped a lot since he lost his brain, but he still believes such things." Kullene licked his lips. He missed the feeling of telling lies casually.

"Indeed, if he had been a little more serious, he would have known that Heimdall was dead, and that the one before him was only Argos."

Odin glanced at Argus with nostalgia. He missed the silent figure very much, but he knew clearly that they were not the same existence, just the totem was the same.

"I remember that day when it was you, Olympus, who caused the upheaval. The totems were divided and reorganized, and the chaos began."

"The structure of your totem is destined not to change, but your..."

"Hey, hey, hey, are we starting the reckoning now?" Kulene curled his lips and touched his chest with a gritted teeth.

"We have suffered a lot too. Besides, it's useless for you to complain to me. I have no conscience. Only people like Themis can feel pain and go astray."

"I'm just worried that your mess will implicate Blaze." Odin snorted coldly, "His ass is destined to sit on the throne of Asgard, and at most he will occasionally sit on the chair in the underworld of Helheim."

"Honestly, Blaze's ass is a mess in every sense of the word." Kullene complained speechlessly, but before she could add fuel to the fire, Herbie yawned, rubbed his eyes and woke up.

"Am I... asleep? Wait! Where is this?"

Before Hebi had time to panic, Kullene clapped his hands on Hebi's shoulders very seriously.

"Herbie Hermes, I have good news and bad news for you."

"The good news is that you have now been promoted to the president of the Chamber of Commerce!"

"But the bad news is that we're broke."

Herbie rolled his eyes and passed out again.

Chapter 950: Can’t Stay!

The official website of "Godlock", occasionally players will miss the somewhat constipated updates two years ago.

At that time, 95% of the players were actually no different from NPCs. They walked around in the world, and those epic and legendary special tasks had nothing to do with them. They could only look on with envy at the players who seemed to be the real protagonists.

This sense of gap is like some kind of chronic poison, which will make most players gradually lose interest, reduce their enthusiasm, and shorten their online time.

No matter how wonderful this world is, the feeling of being a supporting role still makes people feel uncomfortable.

Perhaps there are many hidden things in this world waiting for them to discover, but after all, they don't have the same amount of time, talent, and luck as the 5% of players.

In two years, even if you haven't walked through the entire map, you have already walked through the wonderful adventures shared by the 5% of players.

For a while, players' online time and gaming intentions were tied to the brain waves and heartbeats of geniuses, which in their eyes was more exciting than the stock market curve.

But in the past six months or less, "Godlock" seemed to have suddenly recovered and a large amount of content appeared.

Even ordinary players who only have 15 minutes to play a day can enjoy it.

First there was the [Arcadians] which was a special profession, then the [Battle of the Nemean Giants] where there was no limit to the amount of materials, and after that there was the Underground World, the World Series, and the most recent Golden Kingdom, which turned the world upside down.

There is more and more content, as if everyone is an indispensable part, as if everyone is valued, the enthusiasm for play is increased, and more exciting content is discovered.

After seeing so many vicious cycles, this is the first time a virtuous cycle has appeared.

This time, the second crusade against the evil Titan brought huge popularity as usual, but it was overshadowed by another piece of news, and was even about to surpass the popularity of Pandora's Defense Line.

Because there was a player who led a group of players to build a map.

That's not the kind of map-making that involves planting a field or building a house, but the actual construction of an entire game map.

Although in the long history of game development, there are many players who have spent a long time to build and DIY an extremely wonderful map, but there is often a huge prerequisite, that is, the game itself supports and even encourages players to do so.

A typical example is "Minecraft", which is still ranked in the top ten of the most popular game list and is hailed as a best-seller even after another hundred years.

This retro block sandbox game hints at what players should do right from the name, but "Godlock" is a serious open world that is infinitely close to the real world.

Who could have imagined that in the real world, a small planet-like environment could be built in a short period of time, and without any repetition.

The players who participated in it almost regarded the designer of this plan as an eternal god. Of course, in addition to this, the players are also looking forward to the official response.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that although these geniuses appear to be socially anxious, they are actually very proud. They are extremely proud of the world they created, and the fact that the Rubik's Cube planet can rotate also makes players applaud.

But now there is a player who, with a group of players, is making arbitrary changes in the world created by geniuses. This is considered a direct challenge to the official.

Of course, looking at what the player did before - copying the krypton gold coins, it is very reasonable to think about it, and it is not the first time that he has done it. Anyway, just watch the fun.

Some people joked that this player might become the second player to mysteriously disappear.

For the geniuses, the forger's actions took them a long time to recover, and they sat in their chairs in a daze for a long time.

Where to start complaining...

First of all, [earth-shaking, unprecedented deeds] can generate professions, and the achievement of creating two-thirds of a world even exceeds [killing gods], approaching the realm of the creator god.

If the counterfeiter was an NPC, then by now the data would have accumulated to the point of becoming a god, with a minimum LV500.

The counterfeiter is a player, and the natural operation of two-thirds of the world in the later stage alone is likely to generate a large number of special professions for the counterfeiter.

Now the geniuses are lying side by side on the roof of the company building, waiting for the announcement of death with peaceful expressions.

Occasionally they want some average players.

"I have good news." The penguin, who had had enough rest, climbed up the stairs with a ruddy face and a pile of reports in his hand.

"The good news is that only three career trees have been updated in the background: Feng Shui Master, Painter, and Formation Master."

"What about the bad news? Like did he get some super god-like job?" The kitchen appliance closed his eyes peacefully and folded his hands on his belly.

"No, because he was only the designer of the plan, not the sole executor. All the achievements were shared."

"What!?" All the geniuses stood up in an instant, crawling to the penguin using all four limbs. One of them grabbed a report and started reading it. The expressions on their faces turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye, but they were extremely distorted.

It looked as if he had been in the advanced stage of lung cancer but was now cured, but the only difference was that the devil had used his hands to dig out all the cancer cells alive.

"Looks like we have to go find someone!"

The eldest took a breath and nodded towards the kitchen utensils.

"Wait! When you thought the opponent had become a god, you didn't even plan to go online to PK this player. Why do you react like this when this person hasn't become a god?"

Penguin quickly opened his arms to block the only staircase going down. He couldn't bear to watch these people do such a thing.

And again? Penguin was a little confused. He didn't understand why he had to use the word "and again".

"Young man, you don't realize the seriousness of this matter at first glance. Do you think a strong player with a break will destroy the balance of the game?"

The kitchen appliance put its arm around Penguin's shoulders and moved its face closer to Penguin. The dark Gothic makeup shrouded in shadows looked extremely eerie.

"Because he knew a secret that a player shouldn't know, and he didn't keep it to himself like a normal player would, but wrote an academic report and prepared to release it."

"He, what did he know?" Penguin couldn't help swallowing. He was clearly talking about other people's affairs, but he felt as if he was there.

"He knows all the secrets of the map. Do you know what that means?"

"what?"

"The two-thirds of the map no longer had any possibilities, and it became a game that had to be cleared."

Chapter 951 The One Who Knows Everything

After a brief pause, the penguin realized the seriousness of the problem.

Simply put, the player became a member of the game maker. He had in his hands two-thirds of the design drawings of World B, and they were extremely detailed, even accurate to the placement of each stone.

This is a pretty serious matter, as it means that two-thirds of that side of the world becomes custom-made for that player.

This world is right there, allowing players to experience it and record data at will. The sense of unknown is what attracts players the most.

Even if you have walked on a road, the next time you walk on it, the road will look brand new due to the changes in the surrounding environment. Not to mention that after the earth-shaking event, even the direction and location will change, which has almost infinite possibilities.

The key to the problem is that the player created the [Feng Shui Master] system tree, which means that the player probably strictly adhered to the [Feng Shui] design when making the map, and Feng Shui is a subject that will guide the development of events to a certain extent.

A player who is proficient in Feng Shui and has the blueprint can predict to some extent what will happen on the map in the future.

It is possible and can be done because geniuses designed it that way.

They don't register an ordinary player's account and go to play for this reason. They can't ignore the fact that they can use Feng Shui to infer where the probability of obtaining special tasks is higher.

The geniuses completed the design of [Feng Shui], just waiting for players to use their imagination to make inferences based on the terrain.

Even if players really find out that they can do this and try it, there is nothing to worry about. Players do not have accurate data on the internal structure, and even if they use Feng Shui to speculate, it will be like a lottery, with only a 65% success rate.

But if it is that player, or the geniuses themselves, the success rate will be as high as 90%.

This is basically semi-cracked game.

If it were a novel about cultivating immortals, then the player would be the one who saw through the secrets of heaven, and the gods were on their way to silence him.

In front of an extremely familiar black van, the penguin was sweating profusely, because the van looked too familiar.

"Are we really going to do this? I feel like we're treading a little bit on the legal edge."

"Just don't go in." Cook put on gloves skillfully. Even though they were lace gloves that matched her Gothic look, Penguin knew that Cook never wore anything that would affect the touch of her fingers because of work.

The only decoration for fingers in the kitchen was black nail polish, so wearing gloves now seemed like a preparation for not leaving fingerprints when committing a crime later.

"What exactly are we going to do?"

"What?" The boss snorted coldly, using the coldest tone and the most servile words, "Of course, we are going to ask that player to sell the data to us. What else can we do?"

"Why do I feel... like you didn't do this before." Penguin scratched the back of his head, feeling unpleasant.

"We are no longer the young and frivolous people we were back then. There are so many players waiting for us to serve us, how can we do something that would put us at risk again?"

"You guys have really committed crimes before!?"

For some reason, the geniuses fell silent and turned away from Penguin's sight. Penguin felt more and more that there was something unspeakable going on.

Then the penguin suddenly realized.

"...Ah~ It's the one who's still tied up. We have to be more careful next time."

Penguin rubbed the back of his head and figured everything out, so he stopped worrying about it and started to do the hard labor, moving the large and small packages of gifts into the car.

Some of them are so heavy, and the boxes marked with pastries make people wonder if they are filled with gold bars like in TV dramas.

Seeing the penguin's serious look, the boss couldn't help but exclaim at the kitchen utensils.

"That thing is so useful. He actually doesn't remember anything."

"I think he hypnotized himself and told himself not to think about it." Cooking Utensils curled his lips and took out a helmet. "Just in case, you should take this with you."

"Ah, right."

The penguin turned her head suddenly as if she remembered something, and the kitchen appliance immediately hid the helmet under her skirt and clamped the helmet between her legs.

The feeling of the cool helmet against the inside of his thigh made Kitchenware gasp.