"My dear Marjorie, long time no see."
Just as Marjorie was observing her surroundings, a passionate female voice suddenly came from the side, and fiery red hair danced at the edge of her vision.
The visitor was a beautiful woman with a good face and a body like a water snake. Like a blooming rose, her whole body seemed to be filled with fragrance.
"Anna." Marjorie pressed her cheeks against hers, then separated.
Anna is a friend she met after entering the world game, a lively and beautiful Italian woman.
After entering the World Game, the age difference didn't seem that important. She knew that Anna was a young woman in her twenties who was as delicate and beautiful as a newly bloomed rose. She was thirty years older than her.
But the similar appearance in Nianhua made them form a lifelong friendship.
The convenience of simultaneous interpretation makes face-to-face communication extremely easy.
Sometimes, age and nationality will not become a generation gap between two people, but only hindered by the world's prejudices and fixed ideas.
"It's been so long, Marjorie, I didn't expect us to meet here." Anna sat down next to her.
"Yeah...Long time no see. Let me think about it, there are probably two copies of the world."
"You are still the same as before. I thought that after such a change, you would be affected to some extent."
"It's just a few false story worlds, no big deal." Marjorie smiled.
This woman, who is actually over 50 years old and has worked in an important department for more than 20 years, seems to be calm in the face of everything.
As one of the rare senior players who can make achievements in the adventure world, she seems to have adapted well to this gamified world, and all actions can be considered from the perspective of game mechanics.
Her high communication skills and emotional intelligence enable her to achieve something as long as she is not in an unreasonable copy of the apocalyptic world.
The two of them watched the flow of people coming and going.
As if to deliberately downplay the gap between the players, the players' seats are not arranged in a front-to-back arrangement, but a giant round table. Anyone can choose a curvature of the round table to sit, and there is no difference between them. .
The podium is located between the round tables. Because there were a lot of people, the round table was extremely large, with the space in the middle able to accommodate ten participants sitting at the same time.
All players can see the people on these podiums as soon as they raise their heads. At the same time, players can also choose to tap the button in front of them to stand up and speak at any time and express their own opinions without being monotonous.
And just when Anna was sitting down, many people were already sitting on the round table that originally had one hundred and twenty chairs. It was already close to the start time of the meeting. At first glance, there were already forty or fifty people. . There are even more busy recording staff and service staff.
Among them, Marjorie saw a person who seemed special among the crowd.
She was sitting at the round table near the corner, wearing pajamas, a thin and small ball, holding a stuffed teddy bear. She was a sleepy little girl, like a little girl who hadn't woken up yet.
The little girl looked very harmless, her eyes looked innocent, and some young ladies from the United League in uniform asked her softly if she wanted to have dessert. The scene looked extremely warm.
But everyone who knows this little girl knows how terrifying this loli is.
She is the flame loli Bonnie, currently ranked 29th in the world.
Anyone who underestimates her because of her age and speaks arrogant words will die under her flames that cover the sky and cover the sun.
Bonnie is extremely keen and unyielding.
She is a child who has not grown up. As for children, in such a world, some will appear extremely scary.
Young children have not yet fully grown up, lack empathy, lack sympathy, and have not yet matured their own thinking about everything in society.
After being suddenly pulled into the world game without the guidance of adults and elders, facing such a cruel world, once you grow crooked, it's okay if you are timid, but if you are strong and courageous like Bonnie, you will be like an antisocial person. The personnel are mediocre and have no sympathy for their compatriots.
I don’t know how many people who asked her for help were burned to death by her silver bell-like laughter.
But she only thinks that burning people is fun and the games are fun.
She treated this "game that shouldn't be considered a game" like a real game.
People have also called for the establishment of similar organizations to guide children to be good, but there has been no response. This kind of organization is labor-intensive, may not attract rebellious children, and may bring disgrace to itself.
Therefore, naughty children like Bonnie have become a very scary part of the players.
Marjorie looked away and looked at the person next to Bonnie - this was also a well-known person in the World Forum.
That was a young man who was righteous and well-intentioned.
He was wearing a priest's uniform as white as snow, had a pair of emerald green eyes, and his body was not stained with any dust. He has a melancholy temperament and a light expression, like an angel reciting a eulogy.
His eyes were gloomy and his expression was compassionate. He kept making gestures on his chest as if he was praying, looking like a devout believer.
But Marjorie knew that this was definitely not a kind and benevolent person.
This is the 72nd player on the world rankings, Angel. His profession is Dark Priest, which is also a Dark Priest, a profession similar to Executioner.
Very similar to his profession, he is a man who lives a crazy and passionate life like a pagan.
He is innocent and kind when facing children, and can smile and lend a helping hand to weak people, like a holy father walking in the world. He could rally the masses to unite, recite hymns to the deceased, and act like a great benefactor.
However, he is paranoid, stubborn, and extremely lethal. He can independently determine whether a person can be "saved" according to his own dogma, and then claims to be the spokesperson of God to "judge" the lives of others at will.
People he judged to be kind regarded him as a god, and he would lend a helping hand to anyone who asked for help from him.
Those whom he judged as evil regarded him as an evil ghost and wanted to avoid him every day, for fear that they would be chopped down by this lunatic if they were not careful.
In the world game, there are not many lunatics who are beyond normal people, but there are definitely many. People are often troubled by various mental illnesses, and there are very few people who can still maintain a kind heart despite struggling repeatedly in the underworld.
What makes Angel, a lunatic, particularly noticeable is his relationship with the first player.
People compared him with Su Ming'an and said that fortunately the number one player was not Angel. Comparison only hurts.
The same thing is that both of them seem unreliable and go crazy from time to time. And they all have their own theories, and they all like to [position] others.
But the good thing is that Su Mingan seems to be becoming more and more reliable and accepted by people. Moreover, his lighthouse theory is not completely illogical, and it also makes sense for the positioning of others.
As for Angel, in people's eyes, he is just talking nonsense, like a guy who just ran away from a mental hospital, cosplaying as a priest, and using all kinds of weird trial excuses to justify his random killings. .
And as time went on, the guy got crazier and crazier.
[In the eyes of most people, the minority who are different from them are crazy. But in the eyes of a few people, it is the same. 】
This is what Angel once said.
Unlike most people, he feels that he is the most normal person, while everyone else is crazy.
Angel once said that you should have a good "discussion" with the first player. He also appreciates the first player's idea. But he felt a little pity, because the first player was becoming more and more strange.
Obviously, only by becoming like him can he become "normal".
He once spoke on the forum to correct the thinking of the first player and let Su Mingan understand what true kindness is, and those who are useless should not be kept and need to be "judged".
... Marjorie really doesn't want to get close to this kind of person. She can't understand his thoughts. It's like the two are not the same biological species and don't grow up in the same society.
If the top 100 people in the world hadn't been invited, she would have really wanted to persuade the joint group to exclude these strange guys alone, lest they suddenly go crazy in front of the whole world at such an important meeting.
She likes stability, and most people who live in peaceful countries like stability. She doesn't like crazy people who are outside the normal order.
And just when Marjorie looked around, there was a small exclamation from the east gate.
"He's here, it's really him..."
"This is the first time I've seen a real person live. I used to see it in live broadcasts."
"He was really beautiful, sculptural, and his face looked like it had been kissed by an angel."
"Perhaps God was extra careful when shaping him."
"What a pity...why is there always that student from the Dragon Kingdom above him? He should be the one who attracts the most attention. I really think so."
Marjorie noticed these sounds, had a premonition in her heart, and moved her eyes away.
The person who walked in was a young man with blond hair and good looks. He has an upright appearance and firm facial features, as if carefully carved with a sculpting knife. His pupils are as blue as the sky and the sea, his cheeks are so white that they almost glow under the light, and his lips have a faint line of red, which is very consistent with Westerners' ideals for young men. Standard aesthetic.
He was wearing an exquisite black haute couture suit, as if he had long been used to such important social occasions. When he walked in, his steps were steady and his posture was elegant, like a modern aristocrat who was accustomed to visiting high-end places, which was very in line with the expectations of young girls. Prince Charming Fantasy.
...If this guy hadn't lost so miserably in the fourth world.
Marjorie thought slightly maliciously.
Perhaps the prince falls off the white horse or the hero falls into the quagmire. Such scenes are particularly eye-catching. After this young man from Gran, who was known as the successor to the number one player, lost to the Dragon Kingdom student in an overwhelming and tragic manner, everyone was laughing at him.
At that time, the World Forum was filled with cold jokes from various countries, every word of which was poking people's lungs. They mocked the young man named Edward from various cultural perspectives, overtly and covertly.
At that time, the World Forum was full of praise for those who were superior and those who were inferior. If you just walked around, you would get countless meaningful jokes.
But now, this young man who failed once seems to be adapting well.
When he walked in, he still looked like a prince, and he was also polite when facing several players who came around to say hello.
...until a discordant voice broke in.
"Oh, honey, let's see who this is..."
A middle-aged man with dark brown curly hair yawned and entered the room. His legs seemed to be unable to straighten, and he was limping when he walked, like a river flowing into the conference room.
When he saw Edward being held in high esteem by all the stars, he burst out laughing. His laughter was loud and clear as thunder amid the soft whispers:
"Ah, isn't this Gran's hope, Mr. Edward? I didn't expect to be able to get up after losing so miserably. Was it because the owner of the dog gave him some ecstasy soup? He actually forgot about such a huge psychological scar. ...I still often think about the nonsense you posted on the World Forum...compared with your tragic death on the banishment table."
A mellow smell of alcohol also drifted from his hand. He took a swig of vodka and smiled heartily and brightly.
The people sitting down all looked sideways, and Edward also darkened his face slightly.
"This is the future self-rescue meeting of mankind, Mr. Igor." Edward responded, his sky blue eyes not wavering: "If you have any private opinions, you can communicate with me in private."
"Haha!" Igor laughed twice, like a roaring bear:
"You mean - everyone doesn't know that you are just a joke? It doesn't matter, we all know, dear Edward, if you want to talk to me privately, I can also accompany you. I just didn't expect that you actually To be able to appear so gloriously, as if nothing had happened, is worthy of being the chosen one..."
As he spoke, due to his naturally loud voice, his voice instantly spread throughout the conference room, which suddenly became silent. Even the sound of typing on the keyboard behind him stopped slightly.
"Aha, by the way, and you, Angel, your mental illness has not recovered yet? Why don't you try your trial here? See if we are the savior angels in your eyes..." Egg As soon as I turned my head, I shouted to Engel who was smiling at the side.
Seeing this guy drinking and shouting at the same time, Edward was shocked and angry.
He has been in various high-end occasions, so he has never seen such a lunatic who starts yelling and cursing in the conference room. All words seem to have no effect in front of such a rough and crazy guy, who shouts with such a loud voice. The guy just uses his loud voice to overpower the crowd, regardless of the occasion.
And he couldn't tear off this tight suit and go up to fight with someone. Even if it was a real fight, he didn't know if he could beat the bear-like guy opposite him because he was specialized in time skills. Igor was like a large animal that suddenly broke into the banquet hall. No one could stop him. Civilized methods were completely useless against this guy who couldn't hear what people said.
Just when there was a brief silence, the uniformed personnel of the United Regiment standing aside immediately spoke:
"Sir," the uniformed officer said, "Excuse me, please don't drink in the conference room. Please put your wine in your backpack."
