Abnormal creatures' communication group

But he's got a lot of guts. Tony Stark silently finished the sentence in his mind.

[World Manipulator] Fanatical Master Architect: Even if it's true, please don't say it so arrogantly, okay?

[Abnormality Shelter] Today's abnormality is out of control again: ...Please ignore the long string above. The main reason is to ask if anyone has any mental attack methods? We encountered a guy who is very troublesome in the physical aspect. It is difficult for us to hurt him with conventional physical means.

The manager sighed and looked at the pistol in his hand. Poverty is such a painful thing. If it weren't for... If he hadn't been obsessed with signing that old skeleton and failed more than ten times, he wouldn't be so poor.

[Chess Player] The unknown person nailed in the coffin: Some of my operators do use psychic attacks, and I have encountered others who use psychic attacks, such as someone who looks like a Kinder Surprise Egg and a red flower. But I can't really help you because we don't have the equipment to research this area, and I can't deploy my employees to your side.

[Iron Man] Ordinary Rich Man: This is quite unexpected. I thought magic and souls were already science fiction enough, but now there's a spirit. Is there a special term for it? Or is it just the same thing, just a different name?

[Abnormality Shelter] Today's abnormality is out of control again: I think it should still be different. It may be difficult for me to describe it in detail. After all, I am not a professional scientific researcher, but I think things that can hurt the soul can serve as similar substitutes.

Iron Man: Ordinary Rich Man: ...The only souls I study are artificial intelligence. I'm not sure if they'd be of any use to you. But I remember there was one following you guys. Perhaps we could try to coordinate and communicate.

Steve: ...??? Oops, I forgot!

director:????

Val: ...! Yes, that little guy.

Val finally remembered the round ball-like object he had forgotten, but she couldn't find it now and didn't know where it had gone.

A little ball that had successfully reunited with the ghost lay peacefully on the ghost's head, enjoying the rare comfort and tranquility.

It's still cool here in Ghost. Everywhere else here is so hot that his cooling device has almost no effect.

There was another roar, and when it ended, what greeted them was no longer endless fire bombs, but an irritable and incomprehensible monster.

Withering was very annoyed now, not because of that annoying guy who jumped around and talked a lot, nor because of that strange creature who occasionally attacked him and made him feel terrible, nor because of the second strange creature who was so bold that he seemed to be ignorant of the world and had nothing to fear and rushed up to chop his head off.

The reason he was irritated was that he had clearly called out to his subordinates, but they didn't respond at all.

Those withered skeletons, who should have sensed the situation long ago, were stuck on the road for who knows how long.

He didn't know that the Withered Army over there was being brutally attacked by the Piglins. It was difficult for him to even protect himself, let alone come to support.

The bottom of the towering pit was densely packed with wither skeletons, which collided and squeezed each other. It was common for one to break someone's vertebra or another to squeeze off an arm. The wither skeletons were out of control and had no rationality at all, so a few who finally tried to climb up were knocked down by the piglins while they were chatting and laughing.

It was completely unexpected that they intercepted these skeleton armies here.

They were frightened away by the black terror, but they couldn't bear to give up their wealth. Finally, they chose a compromise and dug a long trench not far from the city. It was originally intended to be a shelter for themselves to escape in an emergency or critical moment, but as soon as this side was completed, they discovered movement over there.

Those Wither Skeletons were controlled by Wither and became extremely violent. They didn't pay any attention to the pits and jumped down like dumplings, which made the Piglings holding the manuscripts extremely embarrassed.

Faced with this incomprehensible situation, they stood there somewhat at a loss, not knowing whether to help them or pretend not to see it. After all, it was they who dug the pit.

But once they saw it clearly, there was no more embarrassment or desire to lend a hand.

They still remembered clearly that those guys were the lackeys of Wither, but since they usually made deals with them, they just took advantage of the other party's confusion and used some tricks to throw them into the pit. After ensuring that they would not climb out, they did nothing.

Are you kidding? As long as their companions are not injured, they are not the type to vent their anger on others. They will only attack those who cause harm to their companions. As for those who do not do such things, even if they have similar faces, they will not do anything.

What's more, some of the guarding pig spirits recognized their old faces among the people below. Those old faces often came to them with gold in their hands to trade. If such high-quality old customers died here, it would be difficult to find them.

And if they can survive successfully, they must at least collect some gold as protection money!

The piglins have no idea what is happening in their own city, but that doesn't stop them from imagining the future.

Then their fantasy ended when they saw large areas of buildings in their own city being destroyed in the distance, and the originally beautiful smiles were completely frozen on their faces.

They knelt down in pain facing their former city and swore that if that bastard Wither fell into their hands again, they would never use such an easy method.

"Bang, bang, bang."

During the respite, three gunshots rang out, drawing everyone's attention back to the main battlefield.

The purple eye on the largest withered head has completely dimmed and can no longer emit light. This looks like an amazing achievement. If you ignore the two intact eyes and the two intact withered bodies next to it, there is really no problem.

"Don't you have any guns with a larger caliber? Sniper rifles, shotguns, rifles, Gatling guns, and preferably a Namo Amitabha version." Steve waved his hand and released an obsidian pillar, which slammed into the Withered who had just focused their attention, and incidentally blocked the line of sight between the supervisor and them.

The supervisor took this opportunity to hide in the ruins on the other side. Then he turned his head subconsciously due to the noise, and came face to face with the withered skeleton of the flame man who was also hiding inside.

The supervisor silently raised a question mark.

"Just pretend we don't exist." The Withered Skeleton took the initiative and tried to shake the other's hand to show friendliness, but the supervisor reacted faster. He immediately retreated to the wall and scanned the two monsters with a vigilant look.

The Blaze and Wither Skeleton also retreated tactfully, trying to raise their hands in surrender.

If the two sticks extending from the Blaze Man could really be used as hands.

"I thought most people on the battlefield had left. What are you doing here?" The supervisor breathed a sigh of relief, but still looked at them vigilantly. After all, there were dogs in the abnormalities that looked particularly cute, but were actually man-eating monsters.

"We are just trapped here and can't leave." The Wither Skeleton pretended to be innocent.

He had already observed that those guys had no idea about the basic structure, but this was normal, because there were many people in the tribe who didn't know that they could just dig the blocks under their feet without much effort.

But unfortunately, he was not very familiar with lying, and the Wither Skeleton could not even perfectly master his body language. His words and his body formed some uncoordinated movements.

This inconsistency was a blatant flaw in the supervisor's eyes, but he no longer had the time to care about it.

Because Steve's screams almost echoed throughout the city.

"Hurry up, I can't hold on any longer!" Steve was being pursued by tentacles, and he screamed in pain. Although there was no visible wound on his body and even the bloodstains were only sporadic, this did not affect his exaggerated and artificial posture at all.

The supervisor decisively fired three more shots, and the purple eye completely exploded. As the eye exploded, the other two heads also showed a state of disorder and chaos, floating and bumping around in the city without any order, like a headless fly.

The other two Withered managed to regain some sense, and when they saw the miserable end of their other self, they couldn't help but want to run away. They floated into the air, but before they could run far, they were blocked by the wall created by Steve.

The cell man also appeared at the right time and cut off the tentacles. He looked at the withering creature like a turtle in a jar, and even felt a little bored and began to yawn.

To be fair, this battle was definitely not easy. If they fought alone, their chances of victory would be very slim. Even if they didn't fail, if the supervisor hadn't restrained them, they didn't know how long it would take.

However, once a method is found, no matter how difficult it is, it is only a matter of time to solve it. If the other party's brain is not so confused, it may take some time. But the other party's brain is obviously burned out, so he is so easily attracted by hatred and forgets what happened before.

When two more chaotic and disorderly two-headed withers appeared in the city, everyone subconsciously opened the chat group and took a look at the task.

The results shown above are still incomplete.

"...How could this happen?" Steve looked at the withering creatures in horror and couldn't help swallowing. "! Are they going to continue to reproduce?"

The usually calm supervisor couldn't help but take a step back when he thought of the overwhelming possibility, and the cell man also picked up the sickle with a serious expression.

457 Mission Accomplished

The worst thing did not happen. After a long time, the three crazy monsters just wandered aimlessly above the city.

It could not find the direction, nor a place to land, and was just floating around aimlessly. Occasionally, it would fall to the ground, roll a few times, drag its body forward with difficulty, and then float up again with difficulty.

Steve felt a little pitiful when he saw this.

Just like when he sees a dog left alone at home, he will hesitate for a moment before leaving. There is nothing wrong with that. It just proves that he is a normal cube person with a sound mind.

That withered creature finally had its own brain, but it was locked up for so long. Now its precious ability to think for itself has been completely deprived, and it can only float in the air like a wandering soul.

Wait, speaking of wandering souls...

The little bit of sympathy Steve had just felt was quickly washed away by his racing thoughts.

Why didn't he see those large white plastic bags wandering around in Hell? He'd been attacked by them many times before, but now he couldn't see any of them. He didn't know what was going on.

Steve fell into deep thought, and compared to the people around him who were thinking and discussing, it seemed as if he had entered a completely different world.

"Maybe it's because of the judgment criteria?" The supervisor stroked his chin and observed for a long time, then gave an uncertain answer.

Even if the answer has a probability of 100 or percent, as long as it is less than percent, it is not reliable. His job does not allow these so-called possibilities.

Little Red Riding Hood nodded, not quite understanding. She didn't think too much about it, nor did she care whether she understood it or not. Val, who was standing aside and lacked most of the information exchange, just listened silently, trying to find some useful words from it.

After all, they seemed to be really familiar with Steve, however, he knew nothing about these unknown friends, which was not good.

It wasn't that he was trying hard to fit in. He wasn't the kind of person who was naive and liked to join in the fun. He was just simply a little worried.

Steve's friends provided them with a lot of help, however, Steve repeatedly kept silent to them, which did not seem like a good clue. Things that cannot be said mean that knowing is dangerous, so even if he deliberately ignored it, in this case, he still inevitably wanted to pursue the facts.

Xiang Val is good at listening, but not so good at asking questions.

He never asked the soldiers why they wanted to throw away their weapons, he just listened patiently to their longing for home.

He never asked how those who had managed to escape had managed to survive by stepping on the lives of their companions. He would only listen to their broken sobs, watch them wipe away their tears, stand up again, pick up their weapons, and become a warrior again, returning to the destiny that a warrior should have.

Because Val couldn't ask questions, there were some things he couldn't ask. If he asked, some fears that had been deliberately forgotten would resurface.

They waited anxiously for a long time, but nothing changed here, nothing changed.

"Well, I'm saying, is it possible that those three insane creatures are also considered mission targets?"

Steve spoke dryly. He really couldn't stand this strange and silent environment anymore.

"That should be it." The supervisor, who was not sure whether it was the truth but did not want to waste time here, immediately agreed.

During the battle, his overly cautious attitude made it impossible for him to admit this fact. It was difficult for him to accept that he had made a guess that could not be verified.

Little Red Riding Hood nodded in confusion. At this moment, she looked very quiet and taciturn, totally different from the reckless look she had when fighting.

Little Red Riding Hood has always been quite stingy when it comes to thinking about problems. Compared to useless thinking, she prefers to take actual action. After all, sitting there doing nothing will not bring any impact.

As for the cell man, he didn't participate in the meeting at all. He thought it was a boring thing. One was unreliable, one had ulterior motives, and one couldn't make up his mind at all. These three together would not be able to discuss anything.

As for the other cube man who doesn't exist just like Steve, he is probably as unreliable as Steve.

So he chose to let these three guys play aside, and he went to find trouble with the other three guys. As a good king, he should be quite vengeful.

However, he also kept a tight rein on the three withered ones. After all, if three were tripled, it would become nine, and he couldn't be sure if he would be able to overturn them.

Although he is arrogant enough, this arrogance is based on the premise of facing himself squarely. He has the capital to be arrogant, instead of being useless and provoking things beyond his ability, which eventually makes himself miserable.

That's just stupid, okay? Don't say such idiots are just too arrogant, they are just pure fucking idiots.

No matter what kind of character a person has, as long as he has a stupid brain, he is a pure idiot, which covers up all his advantages.

Until the gunshots rang out, the cell man subconsciously dodged and raised his shield quickly. He only relaxed a little when he saw that the person who fired the gun was the supervisor, but he still held the shield tightly in his hand.

He looked at the man, his eyes narrowed. "You're using something so dangerous just because we disagree. You're not planning to kill me too, are you?"

"How could that be?" the supervisor responded with a smile.

He really didn't have that intention, but that didn't stop him from being sarcastic to the other party.

"Stop, stop, stop discussing such dangerous topics, okay?" Steve, who was happily watching the fun, couldn't stand it any longer and immediately stepped in to mediate. "Honestly, let's not talk about such alarming things. Besides, we're all members of the chat group and can't kill each other."

"No." The supervisor retorted tersely.

"?" Steve didn't react for a moment, then slowly complained. "What do you mean by 'no'? You guys shouldn't talk in half sentences. Don't be like the doctor, talking in mysterious, half-hearted ways and confusing people. Can you learn something more? Like strategic talent, or being a good person, or something like that?"

"I'm saying," the director paused. "The chat group doesn't explicitly forbid us from killing each other. There's no rule telling us we can't kill each other. It just says we need others' permission before going to other worlds."

The supervisor spoke clearly about the fact that he believed was quite cruel. Although he did not get back all his memories, the heavy facts that he already knew were enough to make him alert. His situation was very bad, so bad that even the smallest hope buried in people's hearts had to be pushed forward at the cost of countless sacrifices.

But fortunately, there is no despair there yet, they can still see a way forward, and at least their sacrifice will not be in vain.

Steve: !!!!!!

Steve's hands and feet were so stiff that he almost turned into an exclamation mark out of fear, standing still.

The Cellman chuckled, feeling a rare sense of amusement. "Yes, the chat group has never explicitly prohibited killing each other, but it's never happened here. This is such a... magical place."

The Cell Man was unusually silent for a moment. "I never imagined I'd say something so strange one day."

He gave the director a meaningful look. "I don't want anything to disturb the peaceful life here unless he's prepared to pay the price."

Although there are always a lot of weird things in this chat group, he still remembers that apple.

The supervisor simply smiled back. He sensed the danger, but didn't intend to refute him. The other party was already on the verge of anger, and he didn't want to fight. The other party was clearly a monster with outstanding physical skills. His only advantage was his unique attack method, but he didn't think that this method would be effective against the other party. Repeating it would only cause a little bit of harassment.

"Wait, such an exciting life can be called peaceful?" Steve interrupted them loudly and successfully made the stalemate a mess. The tense people on both sides also relaxed appropriately and chatted about some irrelevant topics as if nothing had happened, changing the subject.

"...Aren't we on a mission?" Little Red Riding Hood, who had seen the whole situation clearly, couldn't help but complain silently.

The supervisor was silent for a while, pretending nothing happened, picked up the gun, and killed the monsters that no longer posed a threat one by one.

But with the fall and dissipation of the last body, the news of the mission's completion finally came.

The supervisor left without stopping. After all, he had more things to do and couldn't afford to waste his time staying here.

Little Red Riding Hood did not choose to stay longer. In fact, it was too hot here and it didn't seem like a good place to rest.

In a moment, only three of the five people were left, and Val, who had been silent and had little presence, finally left the corner he had been leaning against.

The cell man doesn't plan to leave now, even though he has figured out some things.

He just thought for a long time, thinking about the past and those bad years.

He finally decided to throw away the past and not care about the junk in the past. No matter what title or name he had, he was unique and he was himself.