The World of Evil God game

"New game?"

The Archmage Shay saw the announcement of the game's release, and as a "faithful believer" of the Fictional Church, he would buy any game he saw as soon as it was released.

The God of Fiction really brought too many surprises to an old man like himself living in a high tower. Of course, those races with more stubborn personalities may have some resistance to the changes brought by the God of Fiction, but they are definitely not hostile, and some old things may even be...

The Archmage looked at another group chat he joined. Yes, a chat group of high tower mages from various races, composed of old people who are conservative.

The great magicians in the academy always laughed at the high tower faction, saying that the high tower faction did not go online at all, and they would not know even if they scolded them online. In fact, these high tower mages not only knew, but also scolded themselves the most fiercely online!

Unlike the academic style of the academic school, the High Tower School has always believed in the creed that what is mine is mine, and what is yours is not mine for the time being, but it will be mine sooner or later. It is forbidden to exchange magic, papers and theoretical ideas between each other, because those are their own treasured cards. They rely on these exclusive spells and concepts to attract passers-by to become magic apprentices.

There is only one thing that is not forbidden, that is, swearing at each other.

The development of the Internet is probably a good thing for the High Tower mages. At least they don’t have to hold an offline gathering regularly and then swear at each other passionately. The chat group has basically realized this function, allowing them to attack other old mages without leaving their homes.

Of course, in addition to academic attacks on each other, they sometimes discuss collectively how to deal with those academic mages, and think about how to recruit some outstanding students from the academic school to study here. Although this is very unrealistic.

"After experiencing the Internet age, who would still be willing to enter the tower for ascetic training? What's more, that kind of ascetic training is useless. A person's thinking has its limits, so there are academic mages, and sometimes the thinking of a group of people will reach its limits. At this time, more people are needed to join in the thinking, so the Internet appeared."

"Of course, those old mages of the high tower also know this. They curse the academics every day, but they quote some magic theories of the academics in group chats every day, so they have to admit that the emergence of the Internet has indeed helped them open the door to self-isolation. From this point of view, the high tower may also find its own way of development in the new era."

"It seems that they are doing some magic evaluation recently?"

The old mages of the high tower did not want to see the academics dominate, so they raised funds to prepare a program, which claimed to be to make the magic world more advanced, and everyone had magic to learn together, but in fact it was to find fault with the academics. The popularity of this magic evaluation program is not low. Once it was broadcast, it was quickly targeted by the magic professors of the academics.

The great wizard Shay had also asked his acquaintances in the academy what they thought of the actions of the High Tower Sect. As a result, the other party said that they were not angry at all, and were even quite happy!

Shay recalled the excited face of the magic professor:

【“.Where can we find such a professional magic evaluator? Many magics actually have hidden dangers and problems, but it is difficult for us to find them when we practice and use them normally. After all, some magic is too professional and students cannot learn it. The teachers only teach step by step. We professors are the only ones who can't test some things."

【“The mages of the High Tower Sect are all dedicated. They even evaluated several forbidden magics that are not allowed to be used in the magic evaluation. To use the most popular words now, there are many bugs!”

【“For example, long-range wall-penetration magic. Wall-penetration magic itself is an ordinary magic that ordinary students can also learn, but long-range wall-penetration magic is a taboo magic. This magic itself is for It was developed to quickly shorten the distance between two places. Its principle is similar to the "space jump" in the technology point."】

【"To use the current non-professional words to describe it-because it is easy to get people stuck in the wall, and occasionally there will be side effects of flying, and there is a probability of causing space distortion, which is reflected on the user, and some of your body will be stretched and or separated."】

【"Yes, this long-range wall-penetrating magic is really a very dangerous magic. These high tower mages dared to evaluate this magic at the risk of their lives. They are really using their lives to prove it."】

Whenever he recalled this conversation, the great wizard Shay himself felt that these high tower mages were really risking their lives. Even as an elf, he would not easily try this dangerous magic.

It can only be said that for the high tower mages, the pursuit of the truth of magic is always the first priority, and life can only be ranked second. In a sense, it is also awe-inspiring.

On the screen of the game console, in the team interface of "War League", the Great Elder and the Prophet were still passionately attacking each other, but the intensity of the quarrel had decreased a lot, and the Great Elder had already said that he would choose a strong hero in the next game and would definitely go to the bottom lane to gank in the first three levels.

But the Prophet suddenly sent a message:

"Wait. Wait, have you watched the latest channel program? The channel program of the Sacrifice Church, that mother dragon, that god of sacrifice, has "War League" on her channel! I saw her ID! MD, it turns out that she is a big shit!"

"She was playing the damn war league, and she really cheated! I saw someone in her team's interface saying that it must be their top laner who died well!"

"I'll go find someone I know to ask what happened!"

In fact, this matter has long been a topic that most people know about on the Internet. However, the elves tend to be more focused when doing things, so they don't care about other trivial matters around them. The same is true when they are online. They don't pay attention to news that is not related to their search targets, which leads to. They don't know the ID of the God of Sacrifice.

It's like most people on the Internet know something, and there are still daily posts every day, asking "What happened, why is XX like this?", and every time such a post is found, someone will immediately post a picture below-this topic has passed, you are really uninformed!

As expected, the Dark Elves' prophet seemed silent. After about a minute, she angrily sent a message in the team chat box:

"I was mocked by those poisonous dragons. I asked them if the ID of the God of Sacrifice was a piece of shit. Those poisonous dragons actually laughed at me and said, "Haven't you aliens been eliminated by us?" What does this mean?"

The Grand Mage Shay quickly replied, "I spend a lot of time online. I know. They are saying that you are not well-informed. You don't know what everyone knows."

The poisonous dragons are a race in the world where the Dark Elves live. They are good at spraying corrosive strong acids and toxins. Dragons are also inferior races of dragons and giant snakes, just like snakes. However, snakes have subspecies in many worlds, while dragons have fewer subspecies.

The prophet was furious after seeing this answer: "They are really laughing at me! Humph. They seem to have forgotten that the network interface of this world is in the hands of us dark elves."

"Tomorrow I will find an excuse to repair the network and disconnect them from the Internet. This is my punishment for them! Laugh today, but I'm afraid you won't be able to laugh tomorrow!"

The great elder of the light elves asked: "What? Does your world still need a network interface? Are you talking about the kind of tall signal tower? Isn't that a connector that only the other-dimensional world needs?"

"The Internet speed in your world is really bad, unlike our world, where the Internet speed is directly full. The world that is connected to the Internet first has an advantage!"

The two spoke one after another and immediately started arguing again. The world of the dark elves is located in a remote area and there is a small empty area in the middle, which is separated from other prosperous star areas in the universe, so it is normal that the Internet speed is not good.

The reason why the world of the dark elves can connect to the Internet is because their gods took the initiative to contact the God of Black Light. Although the God of Black Light is also a super evil god among the gods, since the face of the Internet, the "network attack incident" that the gods are worried about has not occurred.

Because this guy went to attack others offline, he thought it was meaningless to attack others online. It was almost common knowledge that he went to trouble the ancient gods and tried to force the fictional church to lower the ancient god's value by beating them.

And through the loyal user of the God of Black Light, the fictional church also helped those remote areas connect to the fictional network, but they needed a signal receiver to access the Internet normally, and the speed was slow. This was limited by regional characteristics and there was nothing that could be done.

The Archmage sent a message: "Okay everyone, I have something to do and need to log off. The four of you can start a game first."

"What is it? A new game, right?" The prophet said: "Frost elves are the least conservative elves. They will always try new things, but I remember that you should have lost this curiosity because you guarded the Abyss Tower."

"Now your curiosity has reappeared?"

The Archmage quickly replied: "Of course, I closed my curiosity because I was afraid of the erosion of the Abyss, but now the Abyss is tempting me every day because I am too bad at playing games, saying that they want to guide my operation. Look, the temptation of the Abyss has evolved to this level now, What does it matter to them whether I am bad or not? It is impossible for them to play my game console for free. "

"I will try out the new game now and give you a trial report later."

The elder also sent a message in reply: "Okay, go ahead. Anyway, the number of kills in the top lane in "League of War" has nothing to do with the outcome. Your big tailwind did not lead us to victory. If the new game is fun, tell me quickly and I will buy it. "

What are you talking about? What do you mean it has nothing to do with the top lane? It is obvious that the opponent is cheating, and the opponent can kill the opponent's top laner with cheating. You are not necessarily much better at jungle if you always say that you are bad at technology. You have been arguing with everyone for so long and you have not repented much.

The archmage muttered, but did not continue to reply to the elder. Instead, he left the team and then closed "League of War". At this time, the abyss bewitching voices lingering in the archmage's ears became louder.

The guys in the abyss not only did not feel relieved, but became angry:

[“Is the game over just like that? We beg you, play another round, at least you win one round, we are so upset!”]

However, the Archmage did not care about the wailing of the guys in the abyss, but downloaded the newly released game with great interest.

Stardew Valley (localized version).

“It says it’s a farming game. Farm simulation, pixel graphics, life simulation, role-playing.”

"You inherited the old farm left by your grandfather in Stardew Valley. You started your new life with the old tools and a few coins left by your grandfather. Can you adapt to the life in this small town and turn this miscellaneous thing into a new life? An old overgrown farm turned into a thriving home?"

"My grandfather? My grandfather has been dead for 20,000 years. How come I don't know that my grandfather still left me a farm?"

Can farming also be turned into a game? It’s not enough to be a farmer in the real world, but you also need to be a farmer in the online world?

Archmage Shay clicked on the game, and amid a burst of wonderful music, the game's start interface appeared, with pixel-style wooden signs, clouds, blue sky, and the game title.

However, there is an additional setting in the lower left corner - a special setting for the sense of substitution.

"Let me take a look at the instructions - in order to prevent the sense of substitution from being reduced, you can enter the settings and generate some corresponding backgrounds, which are determined according to your race and experience."

"Oh, it turns out it's just a simple background story tweak. Then I'll set it up for my grandfather."

Archmage Shay wanted to recall his grandfather's appearance, but found that too much time had passed and his grandfather's appearance had long disappeared from his memory. That part of the memory was eroded by the abyss and became unrecognizable.

Yes, this is what happens in the process of suppressing the abyss, and often the most profound memories are the first to be eroded and forgotten, because the abyss is the echo of the ultimate concept of the universe, and what it represents is the most profound things.

But it doesn't matter, the Archmage took out a magic record from the drawer.

There are photos in the records, but the Archmage can no longer identify his appearance, because after "memory is eroded", even if he sees the exact same person again, he cannot remember or recognize him.

But it doesn't matter, records are not just photos, the most important thing is words.

No matter what, the text will not change.

The Archmage entered some key sentences in the lower left corner according to the description in the text. He wrote them in great detail and followed those records exactly. After the input was completed, the generation started.

So, entered the game interface.

In a warm room, that room was the elf house where I lived when I was a child. There was not a fireplace next to it, but a bright spar that emitted light. Outside the circular window on the left was a starry sky, and under the window, Lying on the bed was an old elf with a vague smile and an envelope in his left hand.

The subtitles below read: To my most special grandson.

The old elf's words sounded softly along with the ancient and melodious music.

"I'll hand you this sealed envelope. No, don't open it yet. Be patient."

"Now, listen up. One day you feel overwhelmed by the burden of life, and your once bright heart will gradually dim until your heart is filled with emptiness."

"When that day comes, my dear grandson, you can open this gift."

"Now, Grandpa is going to rest."

Archmage Shay stared blankly at this scene. He froze in front of the game console. Deep in his memory, the shapeless ancient memories that had long been eroded by the abyss began to gradually recover, and he also recognized The old elf in the picture

He murmured, tears welling up in his eyes unknowingly.

The tears of the frost elves are something that is difficult to see in legends. Even if they are full of curiosity, almost nothing will make them feel sad. But now, the cold tears are real, falling on the ground, appearing Extremely hot.

"Grandpa, I recognize you."