Traveling to another world, I made a two-dimensional girl into a card

Chapter 252: All strong muscles

This side where Ximi and Juer are.

"...The machine is doubting whether the recording and live broadcast functions should have been prohibited." Naike's tone was helpless for the first time: "Can the two bosses get rid of the visual impact just now? You are taking on key functions. These are just two low-fat shaping muscles. I can synthesize them in batches through machines at any time."

"That's not the question." The thin-skinned Ju'er was the first to break free from the visual shock. As a virgin, it was the first time for her to see a man's body. Although it was only the upper body, the powerful muscles and masculine abdominal muscles still made her think of something that was not suitable for children: "How to explain it..."

"It feels like I've been nurtured." Ximi covered her face, and she felt her face flushed. She used to be dismissive of this aspect. Isn't it just two muscles? Is it necessary to scream so loudly?

When she really saw that masculine yet modest body, her subconscious reaction was to take action... She closed her eyes and shook her head, trying to block out the scene just now: "Wow, I really can't imagine it... Now that I close my eyes, my mind is full of that scene, what about you, Ju'er?"

Ximi raised her head from her arms. Ju'er beside her hesitated, her face so red that she looked like she could fry an egg on it. Ximi, who was a little shy herself, quickly transferred her shyness to Ju'er: "Hey, you're blushing?"

"What a joke!" Ju'er was still stubborn, trying not to show her shyness. However, perhaps because of Ximi's words, she recalled what she had just seen. The blush on her face became more obvious, and she even had the illusion that blood was about to drip. "That's because she is full of energy. If you don't understand, don't make comments casually."

"The body cannot understand it, perhaps it is the influence of some concept" Naike came to an inexplicable conclusion, but after testing, the two were not affected by any meme interference.

"You will understand when you become a human." Ximixu patted the shoulder of the projected Naike: "A serious character like you should play the role of a serious maid who blushes when teased, and is responsible for showing the shy charm when she lowers her head."

"I can't understand it, so I'll put it aside for now"

"Ju'er, look, she's blushing." This was Ximi's accusation, trying to make things worse and calling a horse a zebra.

"The body doesn't have that function..."

Meanwhile on the other side.

Covered in blood, Fang Qingyun wiped the black blood that splashed on his body. The mucus secreted by the skin seemed to have other functions after drying.

This layer of mucus not only makes his body look like it's covered with oil, increasing its luster and making him look golden like he walked out of some philosophy videos, but it also has extremely strong hydrophobicity and can effectively isolate the surrounding liquids.

The highly infectious "holy blood" fell on Fang Qingyun's body, and its only effect was to add a few black water droplets on the surface of his skin, which would all fall off with a shake.

So... the question is, the skin is covered with a layer of mucus, which is hydrophobic, so how can he dissipate heat when he can't dissipate heat through sweat? Fang Qingyun really thought about this problem carefully at first, but later he realized that he was an idiot.

The magic world is already making fireballs, so why bother about heat dissipation? Isn't it enough to just treat the heat to be dissipated as being melted into the fireball and spit out?

Fang Qingyun moved his body. Although he was not cold after taking off his shirt, he still felt uncomfortable. He was originally wearing that light armor, but the armor still blocked his range of movement. And the key point was that the light armor was made of a thin layer of bulletproof vest and its deformation ability was very poor.

This leads to Fang Qingyun wanting to do some bold movements. As long as they are not in line with the original designer's idea of ​​the armor, the soft armor that was originally intended to protect him will become a shackle that binds him. Although Fang Qingyun's strength can make his clothes explode, this kind of restraint at a critical moment is often fatal when facing a strong enemy.

Therefore, Fang Qingyun took off the soft armor shortly after the exploration. Given his current skin defense, he didn't know who would protect whom if he put on the soft armor.

After Fang Qingyun wiped the water off his head, he shook his head. His hair had not been cut for a long time and it was no longer dry without a blow-dryer like it used to be. He scratched his scalp, feeling his hair that was as "unshakable" and "strong" as his mane, while walking around the white figures that had just died.

The further one walked inside, the more weird the atmosphere became. White statues in a kneeling position were prostrated on the ground, with their hands raised higher than their heads holding offerings to Pu Cui. Fang Qingyun did not see any supplies used to restore oneself in the offering column as in the original plot, but instead various organs that looked like they had been forcibly pulled out. Some of the organs were blue and black and gave off a rotten smell.

Fang Qingyun pinched his nose. Although it was not the first time he had seen things like rotting flesh, this was the first time he had seen something so filthy...

Away from those smelly things, Fang Qingyun stepped on the trap that rose from the ground like a pair of pliers and crushed it. The sharp blades broke into pieces under his huge force. Fang Qingyun stepped on the fragments of the trap and walked straight towards his goal: a wide altar.

Before his hand touched the altar, the omniscient reminder rang in his ears like a thunderclap: [Don’t touch that thing! ]

But Fang Qingyun's hand had already touched it, so he quickly took two steps back, trying to avoid the consequences of touching it in this way.

Along with this rumbling sound, a noisy sound like the friction between stone slabs rang out around Fang Qingyun. A large number of white human figures trapped in the stone pillars lost their support and flipped out of the stone pillars, falling to the ground as if they were dead, and there were all kinds of bone fracture sounds.

"Pucui is back to help us," the white figure in front of Fang Qingyun spoke. His body was twisted into an angle that Fang Qingyun couldn't understand due to the fall. There were three or four confirmed fracture points alone. "Are we... finally free?"

These trapped white human figures are different from the previous ones. Now Fang Qingyun, who is looking carefully, realizes the differences between these white human figures and those he encountered before.

Although the ones he encountered before were bloodthirsty and aggressive, and their fighting style was quite terrifying, they were not as weird as the trapped white figures in front of him. These people in front of him were more like tattered porcelain dolls, with no hair, no eyelashes, and some even without nails.

Fang Qingyun could see that there was nothing inside their cracked skulls. They were like dolls with nothing but a shell, speaking with the upper half of their skulls shattered.

Although some of the limbs of these humanoids have been completely shattered, there is still a special energy that restrains those fragments, allowing them to "float" at the wounds like planets orbiting a star.

"We are imprisoned in that man's special prison. We can't move, can't speak, can't stop thinking. I have forgotten what it feels like to walk on my own two legs." The white figure's words were not groundless. Fang Qingyun, who knew everything, could fully understand: "The only thing we can do is to cry in our minds that no one can hear."

What do you think the energy source of the underground city is? Clean energy? In a sense, it is indeed quite clean, but it is a bit labor-intensive.

That's right, those black and red stone devices where these white figures are staying are soul strippers. After the white figures enter, their souls are constantly stripped and reorganized. During these processes, the soul fragments that escape will be captured and consumed, thereby providing energy for the entire dungeon.

The painful process of soul stripping is not so pleasant. The pain of tearing the soul is enough to make a strong-willed soldier howl for his comrades to shoot him. Such pain continues more than once. In order to generate electricity "sustainably", these "battery men" spend their entire lives in such pain. They cannot stop thinking, cannot cut off their nerves, cannot walk, and cannot eat. Their only way to pass the time every day is to count how many pieces their souls have been cut into.

In such a dark time, what good values ​​can you expect these battery people to develop? Their revenge is even in line with the ideas of Sherlock Holmes and Fang Qingyun: when the law cannot bring justice to the victim, then private revenge is just and noble.

The most important thing is that these battery people are not volunteers. If they were volunteers, Fang Qingyun would naturally be in awe. Being able to burn oneself in a physical sense for the survival of human society is not something that ordinary people can persist in. But these battery people are all innocent. Some were captured from the lower class, and some were cultivated artificial humans who were born to generate electricity.

In this situation, it is not surprising that pain that can be noticed by Purui, the god of pain, can be born.

All the resentment of the white figure had been polished away in the long-term imprisonment. His words were filled with only liberation and the revengeful belief of dragging everything to hell: "Please answer our prayers, loving Holy Father, we are willing to give you everything..."

As the voices were heard, the battery men's bodies began to break into pieces, and the cracks spread all over their bodies like a dense spider web. Instead, they did not feel any pain. No matter how many pieces their arms were broken into, they stretched out their hands with all their might, reaching towards the white light coming from the ceiling. At that moment, Fang Qingyun almost thought that Purui was really some good thing.

"Please erase our bodies, destroy our souls, and end this... suffering called life." Along with the prayers, white light descended from the sky and fell into these battery people. The battery people's expressions of relief were distorted. Dozens of battery people turned into cocoons with white gel texture in the white light, and the cocoons were beating violently like a heart.

Fang Qingyun took two steps back and swept the holy sword in his hand across.

It's enough for you to just touch me for a moment, how about asking you to transform?

Chapter 253: I won’t pretend anymore. I confess.

The sword swept across like a drop of water into the ocean. Fang Qingyun didn't feel any resistance, and the sword came out from the other side.

The battery man's fusion body was like a boiling, bubbling, and wriggling white liquid. No matter how Fang Qingyun swung his sword, he could only inflict wounds on it that could heal immediately.

Are you trying to play tricks on me? Fang Qingyun activated the holy sword, making it present the concept of death. Before the fusion form realized that something was wrong and took shape, he swept it with a sword.

The effect of this knife was outstanding. Although there was no visual special effect, it was like a mixture of hot milk that became completely stiff before it took shape. The parts could no longer be connected to each other and fell to the ground piece by piece like scattered Rubik's Cubes.

"What on earth did they believe in?" When Fang Qingyun was examining the cross section of the hybrid, Ximi's voice startled him, "They actually sacrificed themselves like this... Apprentice, your actions just now were very decisive. If you let them complete the transformation, the consequences will be disastrous."

"I guessed it." Fang Qingyun took out a pair of gloves from the plastic bag, put them on his hands, and half-knelt down to check the "Rubik's Cubes". Each Rubik's Cube was a battery man with an expression of relief and hope, but their bodies had been compressed into cubes. Fang Qingyun had only seen the twisted and flattened appearance in some notebooks before.

In addition to these blocks that have not yet been completely transformed, a considerable number of battery people have turned into liquid form. When the monsters they sacrificed themselves to form were conceptually "killed", these liquids also rotted rapidly, turning from white to a foul-smelling black and red thing.

"I always feel that they don't believe in Primordialism, but Nurgle." After Fang Qingyun finished examining the corpses, he threw away the gloves stained with black and red stuff, revealing a rather disgusted expression: "You said that a god whose power comes from pain, why would he make his believers so disgusting?"

"The source of Purui's power is pain?" Juer seemed a little surprised.

"Ah, didn't I tell you?" This was Ximi's reaction. Then Fang Qingyun heard a "dong" sound like hitting a wooden fish: "Hey, it seems I forgot"

"Hey, you bastard" This was the sound Ju'er made when she was furious. Even through her vocal cords, Fang Qingyun could sense her inner disappointment: "Why do you always fail in such critical matters?"

"No way." Ximi corrected Ju'er innocently, "These are all small things. When I really encounter big things, when have I ever failed to keep up? At most, I was a little off the track."

Fang Qingyun had to defend Ximi in this regard. He coughed lightly, letting everyone know that he was about to make a statement: "Well, let me interrupt. Ximi really did not fail to deliver on important matters. Even when she extracted souls as energy to protect Ju'er, she gave most of her magic power to Ju'er, which led to her waking up so late later."

On the other side of the vocal cords, Ju'er looked at Ximi's dazed expression, as if waiting for Ximi's answer. Ximi shrugged and tried to fool the matter with a light-hearted and teasing tone: "Hey, do you know how much I paid for you in the beginning? You kicked me out on the grounds that you had your own career. As a mother, I felt bad too."

"Don't interrupt the conversation with those words." Ju'er became irritable rarely. "Tell me honestly, did you really give most of your magic power to me? That's why I became a ghost and returned to the human world in a shorter time than you did?"

"Actually, I'm more curious about how the apprentice knew about this..." Ximi did not answer Ju'er's question, but answered her question again.

"Let's go, let's go, let's go," Zhiwei shouted jokingly, like Zhu Bajie who was about to divide up the luggage: "It seems that the three of us have been completely forgotten. Let's go, let's go, our feelings have faded."

Khamul did not say anything, but cast an inquiring gaze towards the live broadcast released by Naike. He did not care about Ximi's behavior of extracting their souls to save her and Juer's souls. To put it in their shoes, they were originally going to die together, but now there are still two people left alive, which in itself is a gain.

In this apocalyptic situation, all morality must give way to survival. What if the person Ximi protects is not himself? It just means that we are not that familiar with each other. It is normal to choose to save others. If I win, I am lucky. If I lose, I will die. He has always been open-minded about this.

What's more, Ximi's later behavior also proved that he was not wrong about her. Although emotionally he hoped that everyone would face death together, rationally he was more inclined to exchange the lives of others for human survival. Even if only one person could survive, or if he was forced to sacrifice, he didn't care.

He just wanted to know how Fang Qingyun knew these secrets. When he confessed to Fang Qingyun that he still had a soul, he could clearly see the surprise on Fang Qingyun's face, but he didn't show it at that time. He just thought that Fang Qingyun was frightened by his message at that time, but now thinking about it... there seems to be a lot of water here.

"Um... in this regard, do you want to hear the truth or a lie?" Fang Qingyun had no intention of hiding anything. The information in this regard could be revealed. The only thing he was worried about was Khamur's mood. He was prone to depression. If he knew that this world was just a game, then his nerves, which were not particularly strong to begin with, would probably break.

"...Vote by raising your hands?" Ximi raised his hand: "Raise your hands if you agree, and put your hands down if you disagree"

Obviously, everyone seemed to be interested in this aspect. Coincidentally, a large number of monsters formed by the fusion of battery people appeared in Fang Qingyun's field of vision. Now he could see clearly the appearance of the fusion monster after it was completely hatched. It was like a monster with red moving limbs with blood vessels, and its entire lower body melted into white tassels, and its upper body was a monster like a crocodile with sharp teeth fighting with each other.

"Then... let's talk later?" Ximi looked at the situation and thought that there was nothing he could say, so he made this suggestion to Fang Qingyun.

"No need, just talk while fighting." Fang Qingyun rushed into the group of fusion monsters, avoiding the crocodile mouths that were biting like traps, and cut a fusion monster into two parts with one sword. The two parts were still trying to get together. Fang Qingyun replaced the concept of death with another sword and killed it completely: "So, have you heard of the dimensional disturbance theory and the upper narrator theory?"

"…If it's a theory in reality, then no," Khamur interrupted, with a wise man's eyes flashing, "but if you're talking about concepts in some science fiction novels or online novels, then I've heard a little bit about it."

"Then I'll explain it in detail." Fang Qingyun kicked the fusion monster that was flying over to him and released it. He clamped a fusion monster with one hand like a hydraulic clamp and pressed it onto his blade, then cut off its crocodile head like a guillotine. "The theory of dimensional disturbance says that different planes, note that they are planes, may disturb each other, and the manifestation of these phenomena is the imaginary animation, games and movies."

"So is there really a world of drunk driving captains?" Ximi's eyes lit up, and her strange distribution of attention allowed her to grasp the "point" until the serious Ju'er next to her pinched her cheek.

"I'm not sure," Fang Qingyun said frankly, "Not all of these movies, cartoons, and the like have corresponding planes, or I can't observe them all by myself, so I'm not sure, maybe all of them do?"

As he spoke, Fang Qingyun kneed a fusion monster and deformed it. The huge force made this monster, which could be described as tons, fly into the sky. Fang Qingyun then hit it again, cutting it neatly in two from head to tail, and then kicked it again, killing it completely: "And the upper-level narrator theory is like a brain in a vat. How do you judge whether the world and plane you are in are imagined by others? Everything you do, all your experiences are just a string of code?"

"..."Khamul was silent, because he had thought about this more than once, and the end result was always drowning his sorrows in alcohol.

Naike heard something unknown in it, and she asked back in a calm tone: "So, my Archon might be a high-level narrator? And our world is just an ordinary software in some kind of entertainment tool?"

"Well... strictly speaking, that's right," Fang Qingyun answered Naike's question. He quickly comforted everyone: "I am indeed an upper-level narrator, but you also have to look up. What if the world I live in is just one of the many thought carriers of others? From this perspective, everyone is a puppet, but as long as you have something you believe in, then you don't have to worry."

"So what do you know?" Ximi's expression was a little stiff. She was now in a state of self-doubt. Could it be that everything Fang Qingyun had shown before was fake? Was it all a performance just to pass the test?

"Well... this world is a game in my opinion. Games naturally have their own focus, so the protagonists Ju'er, Ximi and Naike are the main characters." Fang Qingyun recalled, shaking off the dirty holy blood on the holy sword in his hand: "So the game basically reveals the background stories behind everyone, but most of them are vague and only give a general idea."

"However, when I came to this world, I was really very happy," Fang Qingyun said with emotion, "I had too many regrets when I played the game before... Ximi went to extremes, Ju'er and Ximi broke up, and the Skeleton Trio had no souls of their own, but were puppets created... It may not be polite, but calling them that is really quick."

"Uncle Zhang sacrificed himself for Ju'er and Ximi, Naike had a fight with us, and only a few of the vegetative patients got on the spacecraft in the end... Now looking back, everything is moving in a good direction." Fang Qingyun smiled unconsciously: "Now it seems that everything I have done is valuable."

Chapter 254: Come with me?

"So you didn't follow any speed run guide?" Ximi asked indirectly. She just wanted to know what Fang Qingyun thought of them, the "virtual" people.

Obviously, Fang Qingyun's EQ didn't allow him to hear the subtext in Ximi's words, but he still complained helplessly according to his inner thoughts: "Where is the speed run guide? Each world has its own development rules, and the medium of games can only show you one of the possible developments in the world. Things that contradict the plot have happened too many times, and I can't control them at all."

"Also, this world originally didn't correspond to an open game. The unchangeable plot made me have to watch helplessly as Ju'er and Ximi broke up, Ximi blew herself up for everyone's safety, Ju'er gave up her martial arts for Ximi, Zhang Bo sacrificed himself for the two of you... Oh yeah, and by the way, there was also the civil war with the phantom god Naike. It was a good ending in the end, otherwise I would have to send knives."

"The machine requests an explanation." Naike had a blank expression on her face, but the rumbling of the server next to her hinted that she was not at peace: "The intelligent computer rejects all accusations of rebellion."

"Well, to put it simply, when we first met in the original plot, Naike failed to scan out my identity and directly assigned a drone to attack." Fang Qingyun spread his hands, and this action did not seem to enter the vocal cord perspective.

"Then when the drones were almost done, Naike released the Mercury Stalker to chase us. The boss of the Mercury Stalker was very difficult to defeat. I fought hard on the normal difficulty, but in the end, such a powerful Mercury Stalker was completely wiped out when it faced the Primordial in the end..."

"Nike has crashed..." This was said by Ximi while trying to hold back his laughter. At this moment, Nike was still restarting, but this time the crash seemed to be more serious. Even the little man who had been coming out to beat himself up was gone.

"To use my favorite words, now, everything has changed..." Fang Qingyun was filled with emotion. Participating in a story, feeling everyone's joys and sorrows, and trying his best to make the choices he could, whether it was rewriting the tragedy of the past or opening up a path for the future, it was a choice, wasn't it?

Fang Qingyun waved his hand half-jokingly, showing off his toned forearms, and moved as close to his chest as possible so that the vocal cords could also be seen: "It's just a piece of ordinary stuff, watch me blow it up with one punch!"

Ximi lowered her head. She had never been shy before. She was as calm as an experienced driver even when she heard others talking about some topics. She drove better than some male drivers. But this was the first time she blushed. She whispered to herself: "...You passed the test."

"What?" Ju'er came over. She didn't come here to tease him, she simply didn't hear clearly what Ximi said.

"Nothing." Ximi rolled her eyes and pushed Ju'er's face aside.

"The situation is much better now than in the original plot," Fang Qingyun began to count on his fingers for everyone. "Ximi and Ju'er are fine, Zhang Bo is still alive, but he is now schizophrenic, and he has mastered special forging skills. He can even forge something unprecedented like the Holy Sword. Naike has also joined us, and a large number of vegetative people are also on our side..."

"In a word, we have a big advantage, right?" Zhiwei, who had been acting as a virtual person nearby, interrupted. As for the conjecture that the whole world is virtual, every boy has fantasized about being the center of the world when he was young, but this time the center has shifted to someone else. For someone like him who has suffered from the beatings of society, this is not something unacceptable.

"Correct answer." Fang Qingyun touched his chin. He didn't want to say it so early, but now might be the best time to show his cards. "But I have to warn everyone first. The direction of this world is uncertain. If we follow that timeline, there will be a star gate in the end. But I'm not sure about the current situation, but I've also prepared a backup plan."

"Apprentice, you hid it quite well," Ximi teased. Now she has recovered from her blushing state and turned back into the familiar Ximi.

"Uh, it's not that I don't want to be honest." Fang Qingyun scratched the back of his head. At this time, he had to find an excuse that had nothing to do with deception... Well, he didn't find one, so he chose to tell the truth: "Actually, I was going to say it at the beginning, but I didn't have any vocal cords at the time..."

"What happens after you get the tablet and can type?" Ju'er's questioning made Fang Qingyun unable to cope. He frowned for a long time and finally gave a reason that sounded incredible.

"Then I forgot about it..." Fang Qingyun spread his hands. The atmosphere was out of control at that moment and everyone fell into silence.

The atmosphere was so solemn that Fang Qingyun wanted to add something: "In short, this kind of thing is like a homework that needs to be handed in. Once you think about it, you will try to put it off as much as possible... Tsk, I have to change this habit in the future."

"So what's your backup plan?" Khamur pinched his bony chin and said, "I don't mean to attack you or spy on you. I just need this information for analysis."

"In short, I have the authority to leave this world after everything is over," Fang Qingyun explained. If you don't explain clearly to the wise man Khamur, he will easily have wild thoughts. "At the same time, I have my own small world, which is still under construction on a large scale and needs talents from all over the world."

"If you can escape, can you enter again?" Khamur seemed to have grasped the key point: "Whether it is this world or another world, can you enter?"

"Sure." Fang Qingyun nodded. "Before this world, I traveled through two worlds. One was a world where the army of hell counterattacked the human world and all living things were devastated. The other was a world where technology was developed and capital spread to the extreme. Although that technological world was a peaceful era, the lack of laws and cruelty were almost the same as here... Every family has its own problems."

Ximi was a little hesitant. On the one hand, the idea of ​​maintaining the survival of human civilization involved her and asked her to stay and go to the human colony to build it. On the other hand, the endless adventures here on Fang Qingyun's side also had a fatal attraction to her romanticism, and Fang Qingyun could not stay in this world...

In fact, Ximi was already a little tempted, but then she thought, if she agreed rashly, would it make me seem like a fickle person?

Ju'er was next to Ximi and could see through her. Her best friend usually looked idle and it was hard to tell what she was like, but if she was greatly disturbed emotionally, she would unconsciously reveal her emotions.

This child is obviously moved. Ju'er shook her head and sighed beside her. It was because Fang Qingyun's vocal cords were a one-way video. Otherwise, even a wooden man like Fang Qingyun would have a huge change in his impression of Ximi after seeing her so confused that she started to crack her fingers.

In this regard, the omnipotent Ju'er had to take action. Ju'er organized his words and interrupted confidently: "Let's talk about these things later. I am quite interested anyway, but the most urgent task is to continue exploring, otherwise we will all die here."

Ju'er thought that what she said was very good and showed her interest. In this way, even if Ximi found it difficult to let go of her obsession and persistence and was unable to back down from her words, she could follow her using the excuse of "worrying that Ju'er might cause trouble."

This approach is indeed quite effective against tsunderes like Ju'er, because they just lack a way to step down. But for Ximi, this is actually a different kind of coercion. We are sociable but you are not. What do you mean?

"Indeed." Fang Qingyun didn't know what to say anymore. Ju'er's words interrupted his train of thought. He simply put all his attention on exploration. Although these monsters could not cause any effective harm to him, those foul-smelling body fluids and various things that were like those fished out of the pot of Nurgle could still cause tons of damage to Fang Qingyun's nose and mind.