24 years old, alien god, raising the era of humanity

At this moment, Xia Xun looked up from a pile of product lists and remembered that BB's core awareness was system customer service.

This stupid woman integrated into the local world so quickly that Xia Xun almost forgot that she was a visitor from another world like him.

"The virtual reality game you want to create has already taken shape. The server can just use the computing power redundant from the system."

"However, the access ports for ordinary humans are still improving, and it will take some time for the nanomachines to deteriorate."

"The Earth of Steel...The Coral of the Moon..."

"Only you can think of letting human beings experience the end of the world for themselves."

"As expected of the alien god, the true evil god."

BB can already imagine that when humans in this world are loaded into future scenes through nanomachines, they find that the earth has become a paradise for hundreds of species of Ari and mechanical life forms, and humans have become the eliminated ones who cannot adapt to the environment. How wonderful that look of despair and panic would be.

"But I'm wondering if the [player] attributes are set too low and the [monster] difficulty is too high."

"In this virtual game, if you want to kill hundreds of Yali species or mechanical life forms, it is impossible without the tacit cooperation of a group of hundreds of people."

"And if the player dies in the game, part of the soul power will be consumed as a price. This will easily make humans give up on trying the two games "Steel Earth" and "Moon Coral" for the first time, right?"

Thinking of the harsh environments of those two virtual worlds, BB was a little worried that humans as players would be persuaded to quit.

This is a game without a safe zone that is more terrifying than Souls games. As long as you enter the game, you may encounter an instant death crisis at any time.

"As long as the rewards are generous enough, I will put the various gifts and materials extracted from the system into these two games."

"The setting of soul power being charged upon death is to prevent some groups from monopolizing the game. At that time, it will be explicitly stipulated that each person can only safely die three times in the game per month. The more deaths there are in the virtual world, the more deaths there are in the real world." The greater the backlash.”

"In the most serious case, it is possible to die in the real world."

Xia Xun has already thought about the specific promotion plan for Earth of Steel and Coral of the Moon. He believes that with targeted bait and arrangements, humans will definitely cooperate in releasing the games.

Next, just wait.

While discussing the construction progress and supporting plans of the virtual world with BB, Xia Xun wandered around the base of the human trafficking organization.

The screams of human beings could be heard endlessly. It must be that Bawan Xi has begun to try various novel ways of killing.

During this process, Xia Xun saw pits piled with waste, which were full of dried-up corpses whose organs had been removed and their plasma drained.

I also saw human women with their clothes stripped off and strung together with a rope.

There are also valuable [goods] placed in cages and about to be sent to other countries, with the important organs in their bodies already scheduled for their destination.

Here, human beings are commodities, and every inch of human skin, every milliliter of blood, and every organ is marked with a price, waiting for the buyer to take action.

Xia Xun had no intention of liberating these goods. He just took a look around.

Outside the base, Bawan Xi was already killing people like crazy. Screams were heard continuously, and occasionally there were sporadic gunshots indicating that there were still mercenaries making senseless resistance.

The goods looked at him with hopeful eyes, and Xia Xun also gave him a warm and peaceful smile.

It doesn't matter, everyone has a bright future, and Fairy Knight Tristan doesn't care about the identity of the victim.

"Aren't you going to save them?"

After chatting absentmindedly for a while, BB finally couldn't help but ask.

According to Xia Xun's trend of wandering around, these humans caught by human trafficking organizations will also be affected by Bawan Xi's killing feast.

"Why do you want to save?"

Xia Xun felt very confused about BB's question.

"Because...they are pitiful?"

Unexpectedly, he would be asked this question, BB said with some difficulty.

It seems like she's a pretty empathetic woman...and pretty stupid.

Xia Xun made a judgment secretly.

"Please, they are speculators who abandoned their original country and life and smuggled themselves to the battlefields in the Middle East through illegal means in an attempt to get rich overnight."

"Since you dare to try your luck in such a dangerous place, it is natural that your bad luck will become a business opportunity for others."

"There's no reason why I have to save leeks that pull their roots out of the ground, right?"

Xia Xun's words make sense. He has no obligation to save these speculators.

These people who were caught by human trafficking organizations relied on their experience of military service or training. They thought that if they dared to fight hard and were lucky, they would be able to make a career, so they secretly came to the Middle East battlefield to pick up people. Just stupid.

When they leave the country of order that raised them and rush to a chaotic area full of opportunities, they should be prepared for the dangers of life and death.

"Well, I'm not qualified to ask you to do something."

Sighing in a low tone, BB changed the topic and said.

"By the way... I just found an interesting record. Jason seems to have been captured as cargo by the Debreu Group, and he is in another base sixty kilometers away."

"Do you want the images over there to be transmitted to you?"

190. Miserable Jason

Sixty kilometers away from the camp where Xia Xun and Bawan Xi were located, there was an almost identical camp at the other end of the blockade. White tents stretched endlessly and red cross badges could be seen everywhere.

If you weren't an insider, no one would know that this was a criminal base used to capture people.

Deep in the camp, there is a temporary white board room with no windows or decorations on all sides. There is a recessed light tube at the top, which barely illuminates the darkness caused by the airtightness.

The blond man was tightly tied to a chair with a thick nylon rope, and two mercenaries standing guard with rifles stood in front of him.

Soon, the door of the boardroom was opened, and a middle-aged white man wearing a suit walked in.

He was holding a tablet computer in his hand and wearing gold-rimmed glasses on his face, looking like a civilian.

"Hey, Paul and Gerry, how was the harvest today? I heard that you two brothers killed a pig to death last night?"

Unfortunately, he only looked like a civilian. As soon as he opened his mouth, his bad tone and vulgar words exposed the fact that he was a criminal.

"Hi! Weeks, you're so early."

"Oh... don't mention it. I accidentally stabbed that guy to death yesterday when I was playing. The stick directly pierced the internal organs. He was bleeding so much that there was no residual value at all."

"Hey! Asshole, it's not your fault for using the iron guy, which caused our whole day's salary to be deducted!"

"Well...you obviously agreed at that time."

The two guards greeted the visitor familiarly, and kept spouting dirty words and cruel facts while speaking.

"Is this the man you say is weird? He's not bad looking. He could be sent to be a cowherd."

After chatting with the guard for a while, Weeks looked up and down at the blond young man who was tied to a chair with his head bruised and swollen, and praised him with appreciation.

He is a middle-level manager of Debreu Group and received a report from his subordinates to check the special situation.

"Don't kill me! Don't kill me! I am Jason, I am a heroic spirit!"

After listening to these murderous conversations with a pale face, the blond young man cried with tears streaming down his face.

He was Jason who escaped from Medea's workshop. Whether it was due to bad luck or other reasons, his experiences along the way were ill-fated.

First, as soon as he climbed out of the ground, he collided with several dragon tooth soldiers who were lucky enough to escape the judgment of King Arthur's holy spear.

The Dragon Tooth Soldier was an enhanced version of the Skeleton Soldier. Jason chose to escape at the first opportunity and was chased for nearly ten kilometers.

If he hadn't happened to meet a group of Greek mercenaries who had separated from Iskandar's troops and were preparing to return to their country in glory, he might have been killed by the Dragon Tooth Soldiers.

After that, Jason used the knowledge he gained after appearing in the world to cleverly integrate into the group of mercenaries, preparing to hitchhike out of this dangerous place.

During this period, many unforgettable bad things happened. After the dozens of Greek mercenaries kindly took Jason with them, the return journey became extremely bumpy.

The vehicle fell into a dark valley, encountered a lone flying dragon, and the team had internal strife...

There were simply constant natural and man-made disasters. When Jason dragged his scarred body and followed them to the blockade with difficulty, the Greeks had only a few defeated soldiers left.

Unsurprisingly, these unlucky guys were eventually taken advantage of by the human trafficking organization. Even Jason, who realized something was wrong and wanted to run away in advance, was not spared.

"Just you? Jason? I'm still Qin Shihuang."

When Weeks heard Jason's self-destruction, he didn't care at all. The blond young man's physical fitness was no different from that of ordinary people, and he didn't have any extraordinary abilities.

There was only one reason why he came here, and that was that the blood drawn from this blond young man detected a blood type that was not recorded in the database.

Of course, although heroic spirits can bleed, they are actually substances formed by magic power, so naturally there is no such thing as blood type.

"Okay, just report your name obediently."

“No matter who comes to our site, the first thing they do is to create a product profile.”

"You are very lucky. You have very rare blood flowing in your body. When we encounter situations like this, we usually raise you. You may be of great use in the future."

Wicks first persuaded Jason with a serious face, while his fingers kept gesticulating on the tablet.

He was storing precious samples of this golden retriever man. The Debreu Group is a mature and long-standing human trafficking organization.

After they discover a product with a rare blood type, they will keep it well, because maybe one day a big shot will suddenly need such precious goods. As the saying goes, the best way to be prepared is to be safe.

"But... you are really good-looking. It would be a waste to keep you in captivity. Come to my room tonight and I will show you some nice things..."

"Hey hey hey..."

He raised his head and looked at Jason again, and Weeks suddenly showed an evil smile.

If you look carefully, you can see that this blond young man has a well-proportioned figure and a really handsome appearance. The most important thing is the self-esteem in his eyes. He must have a sense of accomplishment when he abuses him.

"No... no!"

"I am really Jason, and I am the captain of the Argonaut! You can't treat me like this, I am a genuine heroic spirit!"

"Hercules...oooooo! Come and save me!"

In Weeks' lustful eyes, Jason felt the world's deep malice.

He cried sadly, almost to the point of sobbing.

"Hmm... I made it up quite well. Is it delusion or a mental breakdown? How long has his symptoms lasted?"

Seeing the blond young man rolling around, the corners of Weeks' mouth twitched involuntarily. He looked at the two guards and asked curiously.

"Hey! We don't know either, that's all after we catch him."

"Um... I already tested my physical strength when I entered, and it was confirmed that I am an ordinary person."

The guard brothers looked at each other. They also listened to Jason's words, but they really didn't take it to heart.