The absurd game of a performance artist

Chapter 26 Suicide
Seeing Quicksand paralyzed on the ground without responding to his outstretched hand for a long time, Mo Zhen changed the gesture of reaching out to caressing his forehead upwards, and tidied up his messy hairstyle, resolving the embarrassing situation where no one responded.

"It seems that you have an inseparable attachment to the ground, and the ground seems to bring you some kind of spiritual support... Well, you are worthy of being a performance artist like me, this is the spirit that pursuit of art should have !"

Before Quicksand opened his mouth to explain, someone on the ground couldn't wait to stand up and speak first.

"Those in red, don't be too arrogant. Guys who are defiant just because of one or two high-end items will not live long."

The white-haired young man got up from the ground, whispered, and walked slowly towards Mo Zhen.

During the time he got up from the ground, he had already figured out what happened just now.

The guy in front of him is obviously not an ordinary zombie, but a player of the park.

This kind of thing, a master like him can see it at a glance.

And the other party must have some kind of item that can shield the influence of [Personality], so he can maintain normal mobility under his personality [Towards Life and Death].

And the red suit on him is very suspicious, maybe it is this thing that cuts off the influence of his personality.

Thinking of this, the white-haired young man sneered, the flying kick just now reduced his HP to 97%.

Thinking back carefully, that kick was of a substandard level in terms of speed, strength, and footwork.

There was a burst of red light in his eyes, and Mo Zhen's red figure was reflected in it.

[Insight], a [Illusion] that senses the opponent's [Level].

The so-called [Illusion] is a special skill that can be acquired through a certain method in the paradise.

These skills are not like some limited skills in the script that can only be used in the script, but can be effective in any game.

Among players with more experience in the game, [Insight] can be regarded as a popular [Illusion].

Of course, young birds like Mozhen and Quicksand don't know this stuff.

A second later, the white-haired youth began to doubt his life.

"Level [-]?! You're fucking playing with me!"

Bai Mao did not attack Mo Zhen with vulgar language, but doubted the authenticity and effectiveness of [Illusion·Insight] in his heart, because he hadn't had this thing for a long time.

Assuming that his skills were reliable, the white-haired young man made a rigorous and reasonable judgment: this man is a low-energy psychopath with a burned-out brain.

Immediately, he no longer retained his strength, and focused on entering the combat mode.

Mo Zhen looked at the figure attacking him, and entered the [Carnival] state without hesitation.

He didn't use all his strength in that kick before. Judging from the opponent's reaction in that kick, the fighting level of this white-haired bean sprouts should not be much different from that of a stunted high school student.

But the lion is still fighting the rabbit with all its strength, Mo Zhen decides to beat him to the point where he can't get up.

Feeling the rising aura on Mo Zhen's body, the white-haired youth didn't have any fluctuations in his eyes.

"Strengthening [Personality]? Heh, it's really naive to think that he can beat me this way, but... my [Towards Life and Death] actually doesn't work for him? He really is a lunatic who is not afraid of death!"

The two quickly clashed fists and kicks, and compared with Mo Zhen who had entered the [Carnival] state and possessed the blessings of [Zombie Transformation] and [Brainless Power], the white-haired youth did not have an advantage in speed and strength.

In the [Carnival] state, Mo Zhen is like an unscrupulous party dancer, frantically waving his limbs, launching a fierce attack on the white-haired youth.

The white-haired young man is like a meticulous ballet dancer, every movement is done just right.

His combat experience is incomparably rich, unlike Mo Zhen's unstructured bastard boxing, his fighting skills are all fighting skills that have been experienced between life and death.

Although the speed and strength were suppressed by Mo Zhen, the white-haired youth was still able to launch deadly claw strikes in Mo Zhen's stormy fists and feet.

The sharp claws kept slashing across Mozhen's body. The white-haired young man was very patient. He always retreated at one point every time he attacked.

Another [ability] gap...

Mo Zhen's life value continued to drain under the opponent's attack, and he felt more and more like a beast with only brute force, while the other players here were like experienced hunters.

"MD, when this game is over, I must go to [Order of Order] to learn some hand-to-hand grappling..."

There were a few more green holes on his body, and after his health dropped to 50%, Mo Zhen retreated violently in a flash, trying to distance himself from the opponent.

The white-haired youth was naturally relentless and followed closely like a tarsal maggot, but Mo Zhen was still better in speed, successfully throwing off the opponent's continuous pursuit.

After getting rid of the opponent's attack, Mozhen turned his head and howled at Tie Zhi.

"Old Tie, hurry up and help me with him, this white-haired man is very ruthless! My bodily fluids are leaking a bit..."

Then he saw a strong man standing there trembling.

"I... I can't move!"

"What, this situation, could it be that..."

The fragments of information in Mo Zhen's brain were rapidly operated under the action of permutation, combination and deduction, and a pieced together answer came out.

"Could it be that the diffuse impotence of quicksand can spread to other people? This is a bit scary, the [personality] in the game is actually contagious..."

But after a tenth of a second, he denied the answer.

"No, if that's the case, why are Baimao and I not affected? So... this should be Baimao's personality ability, just like that judging maniac."

Seeing Tie Zhi unable to move, Mo Zhen knew that he had to figure out a solution on his own.

"Hey, why am I immune to these personalities every time? It seems..."

Mo Zhen's eyes suddenly burst out with extremely confident light, and he talked to himself in a tone of disdain.

"I am the chosen one!"

Hearing Mo Zhen's sudden utterance, the white-haired young man had a look of contempt in his eyes.

He originally thought that this guy was just a little weak in skill, but he didn't expect that he even had problems with intellectual development.

"If you have a second-degree illness, don't treat it here, just go back to reality and get beaten a few more times."

As he said that, the white-haired young man's figure flashed, and his claws quickly attacked Mo Zhen with a fishy and sweet breath.

The next moment, a embarrassed figure flew upside down.

The white-haired young man lay on the ground and gently stroked his bleeding face, with an unbelievable look in his eyes.

His health instantly dropped to 62%.

This punch is too fast.

Before he had time to react, his body began to dance uncontrollably.

When the gap in strength reaches a certain level, experience and skills completely lose their role in existence.

"How is it possible, this level of power increase, could it be said... that [Illusion] is really useless garbage!!! You are actually a player above level five..."

In the cognition of the white-haired youth, it is absolutely impossible for a first-level player to have a [personality] with such a strength increase. Even if the completion of the [personality] is high, it will be limited by the constraints of the [level].

In the [Script] mode, the basic attributes of the player are determined according to the [Role] played.

And [Character] can affect these basic attributes, allowing them to exert effects beyond the original panel.

Although the power that resides in the [Character] is varied, it is all limited by the [Level] and has an upper limit of influence intensity.

[Level] is [class], and [class] is bondage. Everyone's [social class] constrains the strength of each person's [personality] and suppresses the strength of a person's [personality]. Only when the [level] is improved, As the [class] climbs, the power of [personality] can be gradually released from the oppressive society.

As a player with a period of gaming experience, the white-haired youth can naturally estimate the [upper limit] of different types of players for each [level].

But now, he is faced with a difficult choice to refresh his three views...

Do you choose to believe [the potential of a first-level player is far beyond your imagination] or believe that the [illusion] in the game is actually as unreliable as a marketing account]?

(End of this chapter)