Infinite weird games

[Name: "Unnamed" Guild Emblem]

[Type: Prop]

[Effect: ...]

The emblem is the technical support for enjoying the rights and fulfilling the responsibilities of the guild. The most special effect is that players can use the emblem to teleport back to the guild base from any place in Sunset Ruins at any time.

In the chaotic period when the weird game first came, there were many murders and treasures in Sunset Ruins. This effect can save lives at critical moments.

After the major guilds jointly formulated the convention, the number of fights decreased significantly, and this effect seemed dispensable.

There are also some effects such as automatically deducting a percentage from the reward points and depositing them into the guild fund, and entering the reward prop information into the guild database. Lin Chen and Qi Si do not plan to activate them for the time being.

The two are currently commanders without troops, with no objects to exploit. All resources will eventually be transferred from left hand to right hand, so there is no need to go through an extra step.

In the short term, the newly established Unnamed Guild is just a cover for action, a ticket to participate in competition, and an empty shell for bluffing.

The ideal of the sea of ​​stars is beautiful, but the reality is very bleak...

Afterwards, Qi Si took Lin Chen to mark out a piece of land on the wasteland as a smokescreen for the guild base.

The Ruins of Sunset is very large, and there are many players who occupy the land for side jobs, and they are not a big deal.

The place is a bit shabby, and there are a few people, but there is a sign of "Unnamed Guild". The president and vice president insist that this is the guild base. Who has evidence to say that this is fake?

Could it be that the old guild will have nothing better to do and set up a new guild to try to mark out this piece of land?

First of all, no one would have thought that the base of a newly established guild would be so special, it is a rare dungeon base.

Secondly, the Peace Treaty still has a certain credibility, and the vested interests don't have to tear each other apart in an unseemly way.

After a day of tossing and turning, the guild was barely established.

Lin Chen directly returned to the game space through the root of the world tree on the ground, while Qi Si walked leisurely towards the trunk of the world tree.

The people in the square had almost dispersed. It seemed that Fu Jue and others just showed up and left without taking any constructive measures.

The lonely black tower stood under the dark yellow sky, silent and lonely like a zombie in an ancient tomb.

The players gathered around the list stone tablet in front of the black tower and talked about it.

"Another rookie has established a guild. Is this because they have too much money and have nowhere to burn it? Everyone knows that a guild can't make less than 100,000 yuan a year."

"The name of this guild is too careless. It's called 'Unnamed'. Is it just for fun? Don't mention it. I used to like to establish my own guild in any game I played before..."

"Who's going to open a bet and bet on how long the Unnamed Guild can last? I bet it won't last more than a month."

"You don't understand, right? This guild may not be established by an ignorant newcomer. It is very likely that it is an empty shell of an old guild for trial and error and to occupy quotas."

"Don't tell me, the name of this president doesn't look simple. I see that the big guilds are really nervous these days. I don't know what big moves they are planning..."

"Don't bother with things that you shouldn't be involved in. Anyway, it has nothing to do with us who are just hanging around at the bottom."

As Qi Si expected, the newly established Unnamed Guild received a lot of attention.

After all, as the pattern of the major forces in the weird game has become stable, few new guilds have appeared in recent years.

Even if one or two new guilds emerge, most of them are the shells of old guilds, established for the convenience of action.

New guilds without backgrounds are at a disadvantage in many dimensions such as experience, prop reserves, and connections. They are like a joke in front of old guilds and have no voice or action.

If they cannot gain recognition in the short term and join the interest circle of old guilds, the only thing waiting for the new guild is to disappear in intentional or unintentional isolation and neglect, and exist in name only.

This cannot be said to be a deliberate targeting. The old guilds have been through hardships since their inception. The personnel decision-making is well-known, and the interest exchange is intricate. Why should a latecomer who suddenly emerged share a piece of the pie for no reason?

But it is undeniable that the class in the game is solidified under this set of reasonable rules.

For thirty-six years, there have always been a few names at the top of the list, and all new forces that want to challenge their authority have been crushed to pieces.

It is cruel and realistic.

What Qi Si and Lin Chen said is exaggerated, but the general direction is similar.

If the information the puppeteer told him was correct, it would soon be a time of great strife and the time to recruit people.

The old guilds needed several forces that were not closely related to them to explore the way, so as not to get burned; while the new guilds could use this as a stepping stone to knock a crack in the tightly closed door wall.

"The puppeteer should hope that there is a force that can act as a buffer between Xila and Jiuzhou, to find out the news of the decision-making of all parties, and to make peace secretly when appropriate.

"If the unnamed guild can gain a foothold in the weird game, it can probably act as a middleman, bet on both sides, and make war money?"

Qi Si shook his head.

Some affairs are much more troublesome than planned in actual operation.

First of all, it is not certain how true or false the information provided by the puppeteer is, whether it has buried a pit or set a trap; secondly, the forces including Xila are not fools who can be calculated by others; finally...

How can a guild with only two people bluff? This is a problem.

The safest way is to use a new fake identity to stir up the muddy water of the guild. In this way, even if you get out of control, you are not afraid of being targeted by someone through an empty shell whose base is fake. You can change your appearance at any time and get out.

——The risk is close to zero, eliminating all possibilities of losing money, but it is impossible to gain greater benefits.

Qi Si doesn't like this.

Within the controllable range, he is not afraid of taking risks and gambling. He even has a sense of fearing that the world will not be in chaos, and is willing to participate in various crisis events.

He filled in the name "Si Qi" in the vice president column, deliberately leaving a loophole for insiders to intervene. I believe that it won't be long before the Weird Investigation Bureau will find him in reality.

With the bargaining chips he has now, it's time to sit at the negotiation table and talk about a few deals with those people.

Qi Si walked through the crowd and walked towards the black tower behind the world tree.

When passing by the newcomer list, he noticed that the ranking that belonged to him had been cleared, silently from beginning to end, as if it had never existed.

The dungeon clearance record list has never refreshed the record related to "Frog Hospital".

After becoming a ghost, he seemed to be shut out by the whole world, and all matters belonging to the human category had nothing to do with him in the future.

No one noticed that someone's record disappeared quietly. In the list occupied by a lot of asterisks, no one could prove whether a specific person was real or fake.

Many people either felt interesting or followed the trend, and regarded all the asterisks as one person, using them as a topic of conversation after dinner.

But where did this anonymous trend come from? Why did it become so exaggerated that it swept the list in just one month?

How did the outrageous idea of ​​personalizing and celebrity-izing asterisks come about?

Most people would not care, and they were too lazy to think, because under the information blockade, thinking would not produce any results.

Qi Si stood ten meters away from the black tower and looked at it from a distance.

The six doors on each floor of the tower were tightly closed, and there was no opportunity to open them. They were welded there as a whole.

A man-made fence was erected around the tower base. The warning sign said that several players had disappeared nearby and were suspected to have been swallowed by the black tower. I don't know if it was an exaggeration or a true story.

There are fewer and fewer people in Sunset Ruins. People who come to watch the excitement come and go quickly.

Qis stood on a protruding golden root, and with a thought, he returned to the dilapidated temple.

He held the Sea God's Scepter, reached out to touch the soul leaf symbolizing the white crow, and read out two sentences:

"It once picked up the faint power of the old gods, reflected the images of the gods traveling through time and space, and guided the lost lambs."

"After the 'door' is opened, the opening of the 'tower' will not be too far away. Since you have the 'card' in your hand, you might as well compete for the last crown of Sunset Ruins."

The combination of the information provided by Qi and the puppeteer, plus some specious statements, is very much like an oracle with unclear references from ancient times to the present.

Even if we don't know how the next chaos will unfold, as long as we know that something big is going to happen, this part of the hint and inducement is enough.

Interpreting the oracle is the job of the charlatans, and imagining the divine revelation is the job of the believers. It doesn't matter what the gods are like. It's enough to be responsible for sitting in the shrine and acting as a banner.

Qis believes that the Libra Church has been dormant for many years and is eager to have an opportunity to come out. It must be happy to get involved in this muddy water and make it even more muddy.

…

Gulan Autonomous Region.

The stinking water from the ditch flows in the dim corners, garbage and premature baby corpses are piled together, and the blue-black color is radiating. The skinny rats with messy hair are fleeing on the narrow streets, just like ragged beggars stripping clothes from corpses.

As one of the twelve autonomous regions demarcated since the establishment of GFA (Global Future Alliance), the buffer zone between the resistance forces and the federal jurisdiction has long been occupied by local wars and the resulting poverty, and countless unnatural deaths occur here every moment.

Bai Ya, wearing a long white windbreaker and holding a bronze sword with vine-like patterns in her arms, walked straight on the dirty and messy streets without looking around.

She came to negotiate with a small force called "Red of Truth".

Forty-six years ago, the federation was first established, and various laws and regulations were promulgated one after another. The world situation was turbulent, the old forces fought back desperately, and various resistance organizations sprang up like mushrooms after rain.

Some walked together with lofty ideals, some united with common interests, and some used religion as a banner; some put forward political programs and demands in a mature manner, some created terrorist incidents aimlessly, and some engaged in petty theft and small fights like street thugs.

"Red Truth" is one of them. It was originally a political organization established by a group of middle-class people to fight against the shrinking of assets since the establishment of the Federation. Later, it inexplicably absorbed all kinds of people from all over the world and embarked on the road of terrorism.

Of course, most organizations with strict programs and rational decision-making capabilities were suppressed by the Federation with thundering means in the early 21st century as one of the prerequisites for the stability of the situation.

The remaining loose alliances that were dissatisfied with some of the Federation's policies also compromised after several consultations and reforms by the Federation. They either disbanded themselves or existed in the form of foundations.

Most of the resistance organizations that have fought to this day have terrorist colors, and they are either crazy people who are ambitious and reckless, or fools who do not understand the situation and muddle through.

For the former, such as the Libra Church, the Federation still attaches great importance to it, and a large part of the work of the Public Security Bureau is to fight wits and courage with its believers.

For the latter, the Federation has strongly suppressed it for several years, and has also demarcated twelve autonomous regions in the poorest and most backward places, forcing all the unruly mobs and criminals to fend for themselves, out of sight and out of mind.

After taking root in the Gulan Autonomous Region, "Red of Truth" has been doing things intermittently for decades, and finally it can't support it due to funding, ideas and other reasons.

Although they don't play much of a role in reality, they can at least add some trouble to the Federation, and share some black pots when public opinion is not right. It's definitely not okay to just stop doing it.

So Bai Ya came over and activated the armed forces of the Libra Church lurking in the Gulan District, and peacefully inherited the remains of "Red of Truth" with some relatively impolite means.

Of course, on the surface, "Red of Truth" is still "Red of Truth", but it will devote itself to the great cause of making things unpleasant for the Federation with even greater enthusiasm.

The bronze sword in Bai Ya's hand is an unexpected gain from this trip.

This was found in the office of a small leader of the "Red Truth". It is said to be able to ward off disasters and suppress evil, but blood always seeps out of the surface for unknown reasons.

She felt a strong sense of trembling as soon as she saw it. She intuitively felt that this sword had something to do with the weird game, so she took it with her.

As for the specific origin, she might know it when she enters a dungeon when she has time.

Bai Ya, with an unchanging smile, stepped onto the military truck under the protection of the armed forces of the Libra Church.

The corners of the clothes that should have been pure white were stained gray by the dust blown by the wind and the smoke in the air. When she sat down, a few pieces of flying ash fell on the car mat, like gauze and frost.

"...it once picked up the faint power of the old gods, reflected the images of the gods traveling through time and space, and guided the lost lambs."

"After the 'door' is opened, the opening of the 'tower' will not be too far away. Since you have the 'card' in your hand, you might as well compete for the last crown of the Sunset Ruins."

A whisper suddenly came from behind my ear, distant and ethereal, as if it came from the distant sky.

The shadow of the golden vine emerged from the horizon, starting from the corner and spreading across the entire field of vision.

The god who had been silent for a long time once again sent down an oracle, and it was difficult to clarify the specific meaning for the time being.

Bai Ya's breathing was quickened for a moment, and it was hard to tell whether it was excitement or nervousness.

She took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and let her consciousness sink into the game space that looked like a confession room in a church.

Under the high-hanging cross, she sat upright, and a card with a black background and white patterns condensed between her fingers.

On the card, a figure in white clothes faced the crowd, opened his arms, and seemed to be calling for something.

A white dove rested on His arm, but after it flew up, it began to turn black from the tail and wing tips, and turned into a black crow in the sky.

[Identity Card: Fantasy Orator]

[Effect: When in upright position, your dream will become a reality; when in reverse position, your ideal will collapse. (You can draw a card once after collecting enough faith)]

Twenty-two years have passed, and Bai Ya has grown from the innocent little girl to the spiritual leader of the sect. Naturally, she will not bet her future on an evil god whose whereabouts are unknown like ordinary fanatics.

Therefore, even though she knew that the identity card was closely related to the gods, corresponding to their authority and even faith, she still bound the card [Fantasy Orator] belonging to a foreign god.

She sensed Qi's weakness, cautiously tested the boundaries of his power, and thought that the latter would not know...

"I took it for granted. That is the existence of a god. Never regard their indulgence as weakness."

"This is a warning to me, telling me that He has further revived, and my every move is under His watch..."

Bai Ya exhaled lightly, and the ID card on her fingertips turned into a light spot and scattered into the dust.

She was still calm and peaceful, and even the smile at the corner of her lips did not increase or decrease, engraved on her face like a carving.

"He did not kill me immediately. There are three possibilities. First, He is still weak; second, He needs me; third, He does not care."

"Three situations may exist at the same time. In any case, I should give an answer, take action, and then decide what to do next based on the situation."

"Fortunately, because of my lack of faith, I have never activated the effect of the ID card once. The situation should not be irreversible yet."

Bai Ya fell backwards in the darkness of the game space and returned to reality. In the eyes of others, she just blinked.

She looked around at everyone around her and solemnly declared: "Just now, God sent down an oracle."

"He said that we will, under the guidance of the old gods, fight a holy war to regain the crown lost in the ruins." (End of this chapter)