Zhang Ming actually just wanted to find out what was going on with this guy, and pretended to be serious: "I think you should not play other roles in the future. Although it is the wish of that guy Shimama, you can also refuse it. Isn’t it?”
"This situation makes you seem to have no self at all, just like a simple wish-making robot."
"Just like us humans, we will not pretend to be others easily. We will only act unless we are an actor, or if we want to do so in our heart."
【Okay, I know. ] Hulu said with some grievance, [I will not easily accept role-playing wishes in the future. 】
But soon, it became playful again: [Excuse me, what kind of personality do you want me to use to talk to you in the future? 】
Zhang Ming raised his forehead and sighed, I didn't understand it at all. If others don't make a wish, you have no personality, right?
He has never seen such a strange existence.
"If you enjoy it, just pretend I didn't say anything and just do whatever you want."
"But if an actor wears facial makeup and acts for a lifetime, he will always lose himself and not know who he is."
Hulu was silent for a long time and then said: [I understand, I will have a fixed personality to talk to you from now on. 】
[When talking to other creatures, I will not change the personality. 】
[I can’t play a certain personality unless I sincerely want to be it, right? 】
Zhang Ming felt that this topic was a bit too serious, and he was too lazy to interfere with Hulu's lifestyle.
This guy's origins are unknown, his thinking is unknown, and his abilities are unknown. He just comes to the door and cannot be driven away, waiting for him to burst into gold coins. What is he going to do to teach this gourd?
So I simply patted my butt, hummed a little tune, and continued to go to the forge room to strike iron.
To be honest, without a large-scale industrial system and relying entirely on handwork, forging rune weapons is indeed a time-consuming and laborious physical job.
An ordinary rune flying knife requires ten days and a half of work.
After the talkative gourd was taught a lesson, he followed Zhang Ming obediently, watching him quenching and forging iron, and the water vapor condensed into water droplets on the wall like clouds.
Gourd may have found this scene interesting, so he floated on the steam and pretended to be flying in the clouds.
"Dang Dang Dang!"
After a lot of effort, Zhang Ming forged an ordinary rune flying knife.
Because the ship itself is inevitably swaying while sailing at high speed, and the processing equipment is simple, the quality of the flying knife can only be described as "useful".
"Gourd, evaluate the fruits of my labor!"
[I'm sorry, I can't praise you for no reason, because my current personality is based on "seeking truth from facts" as my basic criterion. You asked me not to switch personalities at will, so I currently choose this personality. 】
[The rune flying knife you are currently forging, according to my eyes, has a score of 4.2, with a total score of 100, which is the score of the Ax of the Abyss. 】
[Your favorite piece of adamantine armor has a score of 93.2. 】
You are so smart!
Give me 4.2 points out of 100!
Zhang Ming was silent, tapping his forehead with his index finger and middle finger, and took several deep breaths before forcing himself to calm down.
"I'm going to sleep...you can always sleep!!"
I don’t know why, but I’m always mentally exhausted these days. Maybe it’s because of the lack of social interaction, and the symptoms of being a homeless person are more severe than before.
Zhang Ming lay on the rocking chair, closed his eyes, and fell asleep.
Hazy, I had a dream.
…
Plop, tap, the sound of liquid dripping came from not far away.
Zhang Ming suddenly woke up from the rocking chair and found that he was still in the forging room of the ship: "How long have you been asleep..."
He couldn't help but stretch and found a gray-black mist filling the room, and drops of dew-like red liquid dripping on the ceiling. The walls were covered with purple mold. It seemed as if hundreds of thousands of years had passed. The walls had turned black and were mottled.
A dark, dead atmosphere spread in the room.
This weird scene made him jump up instantly, and his whole body tensed up subconsciously.
"Where...is this place?" Zhang Ming frowned and casually took up the rune flying knife he had just made.
This flying knife has long been rusted and aged, so it can only be used reluctantly.
After walking around on the deck, I found that all the creatures had disappeared. Xiaobai, Shitou, Brother Hao, Bai Ze, and the gourd were all missing.
The boundless sea with no waves at all.
The world dimmed.
Zhang Ming heard a very familiar voice calling him.
"Zhang Ming!!"
"who?"
He turned around sharply.
This deep sound seemed to come from the boundless sea beneath my feet, like a deceased friend or a colleague who had a drink with me a long time ago.
It's just that I really can't remember what this friend's name is.
"Zhang Ming!" Another voice sounded, another extremely familiar person.
For a moment, he couldn't remember who it was.
The number of voices calling him began to increase slowly, and in a blink of an eye, there were hundreds of them.
Zhang Ming turned around again, but missed.
"I want to see what is playing tricks on me." Lao Zhang took out his ax of the abyss from the cabin. As the gravity of the ax continued to increase, golden light bloomed all over his body and he entered a fighting posture.
"Something's wrong..."
Zhang Ming instantly noticed the weirdness of this scene.
Theoretically, as the gravity of the ax increases, the entire ship will slowly sink, and even the deck will not be able to withstand this huge gravity.
So on a ship, you really can't use this heavy axe.
But at this moment, there was no change in the ship.
He heard the cry of "Zhang Ming, Zhang Ming" again, as if there were countless relatives and friends calling him right below the ocean.
One hundred, one thousand, ten thousand, one hundred thousand, one million!
This call was like lines of text, densely packed into his mind.
The text varies in size and repeats back and forth.
Eventually, it evolved into his own name.
"Zhang Ming!"
Lao Zhang, who had experienced many battles, was immediately shocked. He knew that this was some kind of spiritual attack. The thunder in his mind suddenly amplified, trying to block the sound.
However, at the next moment, Zhang Ming was suddenly startled and found a blue-gray baby appearing next to him. He looked at himself with a pair of eyes. He stretched out a hand and touched his arm.
Suddenly, a black mark appeared on his arm.
The cold power continuously came from the black mark and went straight to the Tianling Cap.
"what."
Zhang Ming was not polite and knocked the opponent away with an axe. The blue-grey baby-shaped monster fell on the deck like a puddle of mud, but it was still squirming.
Stranger things happened!
Zhang Ming felt that a certain place deep in his memory was sketched out.
This baby seems... to be a character in the memory.
When he was very young, he was undergoing saline treatment in the hospital and saw a group of adults crying and holding a dead baby in their arms. This scene deeply frightened him at a young age.
When he thought of this, Zhang Ming's pupils dilated, and the past memories were transferred to him, as if he was feeling the same. A long-dead baby suddenly attacked him. What kind of weird ability is this?
What exactly was it that attacked me?
Or is it just to scare yourself?
Zhang Ming did not dare to neglect, and quickly activated "King Kong" and "Toxin Resistance" to eliminate the black mark on his arm.
A stinging pain came, as if the skin and flesh had been torn apart, as if the soul had been crushed.
Zhang Ming howled in pain. His soul was actually hooked by something like a fishing line and was pulled out!
The "fishing line" pulled wildly.
Zhang Ming fell involuntarily towards the depths of the ocean.
What kind of power level is this!
The depth of the seawater deepens rapidly.
Ten meters, twenty meters, thirty meters...one hundred meters...two hundred meters...
Panicked and confused, Zhang Ming seemed like a small fish being pulled by a Titan.
The cold, sticky feeling was like falling into a black hole. Not only did he not have any strength to break free, he was completely confused and fell into the deepest part of the Demonic Sea without any resistance.
"Am I doomed now? No chance of resistance?"
Zhang Ming felt that his soul was melting and struggled wildly.
"Burning Soul" superimposes purple current, trying to break free from this fishing line.
But the strength of the fishing line was really something he couldn't resist.
Even extraordinary beings are just stronger ants.
He kept struggling, but to no avail.
Zhang Ming had a premonition that once he was dragged into the deepest part of the ocean, he would face a desperate situation.
After searching all the abilities in his body, he finally found a life-saving straw.
"Split soul!!"
A painful sting came from the depths of his soul.
Zhang Ming took the initiative to tear his soul apart!
The severe pain made him grin and his whole body twitch, but he did break free of the fishing line by dividing himself!
The fishing line, pulling a soul arm, quickly fell into the deep sea.
Zhang Ming didn't want part of his soul to be captured by an unknown entity. Purple lightning flashed in his eyes, and the purple current chased away like a spiritual snake. After being hit, the soul child died instantly.
The long fishing line that seemed to lead to endless darkness slowly sank to the deepest part of the ocean.
Zhang Ming's soul body quickly returned to his body, breathing heavily and breaking out in cold sweat.
He vaguely realized that this was a dream.
"Fuck, even if I'm sleeping, there will be demon-level attacks. Can this world be better?"
"Zhang Ming!"
"Zhang Ming!"
The strange calling from the bottom of the deep sea continues, even with a subtle mocking and fanatical calling.
The wriggling marks formed a series of evil text symbols, seeming to reveal a silent smile.
Zhang Ming, you can't escape!
You can't escape!
You are already dead!
…
(End of chapter)
