"The last scene begins." - Playwright
Battle of the Playwrights, begins.
Under a curtain, the black sun is absorbing all the light.
Wu Hui stood on the desolate land, completely unable to feel connected to the other girls and unable to see anyone.
Underfoot is the bloody ground.
Immediately after landing, Wu Hui began to investigate the surrounding situation. I want to find my teammates, or someone else.
But there is no living person within at least 5,000 kilometers. Can you only see the blood vessels buried deep under the earth?
If they are too strong, it will be difficult to arrange the story, and the stage they need will become bigger and bigger. So the playwright game often overpowers people.
But level fifteen is considered a very powerful level. Even the Demon God cannot completely suppress it. Wu Hui estimated that he was almost at level 14 now. It is still a powerful existence that can destroy stars.
The power of the demon is still beyond Wu Hui's imagination. If the playwright can suppress himself at the same time, Lao Liu and Du Ziming. Then maybe the chance of fighting him head-on is less than 10%.
"The familiar feeling, this world should have a lot of power from the Black Death and the Master..."
Wu Hui was a little confused. Did the Master suffer any injuries in the battle with them? Or was the playwright taking advantage of him?
The black sun, the veins under the earth, the deserted wilderness.
The size of this planet is very large, thirty times that of the Earth, but its gravity is only about three times that of the Earth. Density is normal. That means the universal gravitational constant has been changed.
Thirty times the volume, converted into almost ten times the surface area, is very large, but not big enough for Wu Hui. If you move quickly, you can circle the land three times in one second.
The only problem is that he can't move quickly, and he even has to use most of his strength to resist the black light in the sky.
Black light is an incredible thing. After all, black itself is matte. How can there be light when there is no light? Perhaps it is essentially a ray that absorbs light...or perhaps the playwright has modified other physical rules.
The ability to modify the rules of the world is probably better for card players, but it seems that playwrights are also good at it. It's also possible that he asked a card player to help.
But those things don't matter. The key is the current state of the world.
Wu Hui's detection range is only about one-tenth of the planet's surface area. He inferred the size of the entire planet based on the curvature and area he was currently seeing.
Everyone else was supposedly implanted with false memories by the playwright. As the only person in this game who remembers the goal, Wu Hui understands that he has a heavy burden on his shoulders. And...the playwright didn't seem to say how many people were allowed to participate.
According to his character who likes to echo back and forth, he should be able to see many familiar people.
The raised blood vessels snake like mountains. Wu Hui walked on it and finally saw signs of humans. In a small village on top of the Blood Vessel Mountains, several humanoid corpses knelt down before the black sun.
In the center of the remaining village is a tall corona.
All of this is a bit surprising. It seems that the civilization here has a worship mood for the black sun... In addition, the ground of this world seems to be glowing.
The light of the black sun obviously has the power of the Black Death and is seriously polluted. Wu Hui looked at the remaining traces of civilization on this land and could imagine what happened here in the past.
Disease, madness, death, and darkness.
The rotation period of this planet is very slow. It seems that half of it will face the black sun for a long time, while the other side can live safely without being illuminated by the dark light.
Perhaps the civilization on this planet would call the half illuminated by the black sun the devil world or something.
After checking the corpses in this village and summarizing some information. Wu Hui moved on. It’s not yet known what the playwright is trying to express in this game.
The playwright is a cultural person who is very pursuing things like themes and plot connotations. However, he still gave the contestants a lot of freedom. In a sense, the playwright's behavior is closer to that of a running group host, director, or game planner, rather than a traditional story creator.
Control the overall plot, but allow everyone to play freely. I won’t tell you what happens next, because that’s true art.
How should I put it, it’s quite aspirational. He obviously has the ability to modify the timeline and predict the future, but he doesn't use it easily. These demons seem to have this problem to some extent. Maybe they don't want the game to be too easy.
After walking for about half an hour, Wu Hui finally saw the junction of the black light and the glowing earth.
The holy earth has the characteristics of various flesh and blood. The dark sun looked like the remains of the Black Death. On the ground, fanatical believers died on their knees.
A strange and artistic picture unfolded before Wu Hui's eyes.
He stepped across the dividing line and saw two corpses blown down by the air flow he had driven, and instantly turned into a cloud of sand.
"When darkness shines on this world, the gods turn their own flesh and blood into the earth as the last refuge of living beings. Where the holy month is, may we all have eternal life in the kingdom of the gods."
Wu Hui turned around and saw a skinny man holding a piano at the edge of the dividing line. His eyes were wrapped in cloth strips, as if he did not dare to look directly at the black sun.
"Mr. Strong across the border, what is your purpose and where are you going? Can you tell me this humble gatekeeper so that I can feel at ease?" The blind violinist behaved very humbly, perhaps because he discovered Wu Hui of strength.
"...I want to know your story first." Wu Hui said: "If there is nothing here that can directly attack and destroy civilization by knowing the information, please be more honest."
"Actually, there is." The blind piano player began to play: "But you definitely don't need to do this. Even the Holy Moon itself cannot compete with you."
"Start with your creation myth." Wu Hui said.
In the melodious and epic music, the story begins: "The pen and ink from outside the world fell, leaving a darker point in the dark universe, and it became the sun."
"That was the source of darkness. In the first days, the world shrouded by the black sun was in chaos, and countless strange and powerful creatures were produced in the chaos. They had no intelligence and fought each other, leaving only a few individuals."
"And among the countless chaos, two intelligent and gentle beings appeared. They are the Holy Moon and the Star God."
"The ancestors took the promised ark, reached cooperation with them, opened up a home in darkness and chaos, and drove out other existences in the chaos. But the good times did not last long, and the black sun shone more fiercely, and finally..."
"The Star God is dead."
"We and Shengyue can only hide behind the corpse of the Star God, avoiding the light of the black sun, lingering like mice."
