"Re, the arrogant and slaughtered me (

Facing the hill dwarf woman who was afraid of facing his own words and the child who threw a stone at him, Flying Squirrel felt a moment of loss. He seemed to understand something, and he didn't want to accept the possibility of this extremely small probability.

"Come here, the undead!" A hill dwarf man suddenly rushed forward, throwing a big bag at the flying squirrel with his head, and the dust filled the air for a while.

"Woo...lime?" Flying Squirrel was stunned for a while at the ordinary "attack" thrown by this ordinary civilian.

In the lime dust, the male hill dwarf rushed over, picked up the woman, pulled the child, and hurried away, turning into the intersection ahead.

Lime has no effect on the senses of the flying squirrel. It is easy to catch up, but at this time, the flying squirrel is extremely embarrassed, and Zhang Da's bone mouth, which seems to be dislocated at any time, is stiff in place.

It is impossible for a completely sneaky video game to do things like 15X to 18X. It is illegal. Even in the gray area of ​​the trial version and the beta version, no game company dares to take risks. Moreover, if the people you just ran into were ordinary people and put them in the game as NPCs, how much memory would be enough to make such a lifelike reality? This level of realism is not impossible in the twenty-second century. Flying Squirrel is very clear, but the game company is simply losing money when it is used to make games at this price.

In this way, the only possibility in this situation is that someone is making trouble, and it has nothing to do with the game company. If this is the case, then you must subvert the previous ideas and think from other directions, otherwise you will never find the answer.

And the other direction-even though I feel a little bit like that for a long time, I really can't believe it, this is really the reality?

How can it be? This is an event with a much lower probability than the game being classified as realistic, right?

Of course, this can be regarded as some sort of ghost-making category: the unknown is X. Can it be assumed that the existence of X has combined their game character and themselves into another dimension?

Flying Squirrel, who has the inertia of cautious thinking, thinks about the existence of the fight with him just now and the things that just happened, and it doesn't feel at all that he has been selected as a good thing.

If it is true, his behavior just now was really a crime, right? In this case, what he just did is not an apology or kneeling and kowtow that can be easily ended, even if he is caught by the police, it is normal.

But is there a policeman in this world? But since there are cities, should there be a guard system to maintain law and order?

And those who came to kill him before did not hesitate at all when hurting, and were very proficient. On how to hurt others efficiently, at least Flying Squirrel, a player who is good at finding chances, sighs. If they are players, knowing that this is the reality, they would not hesitate to kill people at all, even if their spirits have changed. Flying Squirrel has noticed that their spirits are more towards the setting of undead, but they should think that killing will cause them. Consequences, for example, after the commotion, they may become enemies with the army, the country, and large organizations, etc. That is to say, the other party's background in this world is enough to make them feel confident. Of course, he is also special as an alien and undead, and it is possible that crusades against aliens and undead are normal in this country.

The intelligence is overwhelmingly lacking, and the possibilities are too many. It's no longer the time to save a file where you are worried, leave here, how to sleep, how to do these things at work.

Their reaction just now seemed to be afraid of the appearance of the skeleton. Is the skeletal race set in this world a villain? After all, it is basically normal for the appearance of skeletons to play villains in various works.

By the way, it seemed to be under surveillance just now, will this riot expose yourself again?

In short, go fast, collect intelligence next time and then disguise it.

By the time the guards who had paid major sacrifices to suppress the muddy Graham and other monsters (actually depleted their magic power to disintegrate) arrived, the flying squirrel was no longer here.

Because Paqi was knocked down, the units she used to monitor several cities and towns began to riot.

That flying squirrel was never used again, so this matter eventually became a mystery and became one of the topics of the bard. But this is something to do.

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Catinhas Mountains-

"You guy!" Jack the Ripper, who appeared in the posture of a middle-aged man, brandished two daggers and sliced ​​several zombies close to him to pieces.

"What's the matter, jester? Your superb assassination skills can't kill me tens of thousands of times. How about showing some stronger martial skills, or can you only do this?"

"Woo..." Jack made a very troubled voice.

"What's wrong? A rare game, I want to play more, don't give up so easily, hello!"

A giant came out of the hordes of zombies, and he grabbed Jack, who was hacking and killing the zombies surrounding him, with one foot~lightnovelpub.net~ Soul Dan, let go, let me go! it hurts! Jack struggled "desperately".

More zombies cleared the way, and then the one that appeared in the deepest place was a dragon with bright and beautiful scales that looked like a giant snake. The blood-red vertical slit pupils looked straight at Jack.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh

Jack screamed "fear".

"Huhahahahaha, what a pleasant scream. It seems that even a necromancer will make such a sound when he knows that his time of death is approaching."

"Wait, wait. I know it's wrong. I shouldn't have a chance to steal them so that all living people become zombies... No, your property, I already understand. I was wrong, I was wrong, Please forgive me!"

"Really. Then—I give permission, come and be my jester."

Jack smiled a little fortunately and relievedly. Of course, she knew what this kind of object would do next, as she expected--

"As a jester, I will perform my duties immediately to please me. Let me enjoy the screams of the stupid necromantic assassin whose soul is crushed."

"Ah ah ah ah ah!" As Jack becomes more and more hoarse screams, pressure is growing.

It's not just squeezing, but at this level, it doesn’t feel like that. Jack feels that the soul of his clone is constantly being squeezed. If it is squashed, Jack the Ripper’s existence as a whole will be permanently weakened. Fortunately, It was just a child's split-level soul, plus the power that Bengyu gave Jack, it would be harmless for this small piece of soul to be squashed and dissipated. At most, the image of the man currently used cannot be used again.

Finally, he here has indeed disappeared in this world.

(to be continued)