Horror games are not important, I sleep in them

Chapter 310 The Bet Is Set

The silver metal shell was exposed, and Shen Zhu probably understood what Shen Zishu meant.

He almost wanted to laugh.

"You have calculated everything very clearly." Shen Zhu laughed softly: "Then what am I?"

This day had dragged on too long, and He Feng didn't need to taunt him anymore as Shen Zhu had already raised his knife and chopped at him.

The attacks from the four arms continued without any pause, but this familiar attack method was blocked one by one by He Feng and Shen Zishu.

49.99% is 49.99%, not even 50%. Anyone can see that it is difficult for Shen Zhu to win.

But this doesn't mean Shen Zhu is easy to deal with.

Mechanical calculations are indeed more comprehensive than humans think, but they lack some flexibility.

Even though all the attack methods of He Feng and Shen Zishu were recorded, each of Shen Zhu's moves was still too rigid.

The most important thing is that he seemed to have his own ideas, but as soon as this idea appeared, he suppressed it.

He refused to trust his own judgment and only believed in the data, which made He Feng feel that Shen Zhu was really interesting.

You say he disdains human emotions, and the self-destruct program he gave to every semicolon machine is because he is afraid that they will awaken their emotional systems.

You say he wants to have human emotions, but he seems to be disgusted by them, as if emotions would taint him.

The long swords crossed each other, and the two long swords that were put together temporarily were not used at all. They were cut off after just one touch.

It seems that the horror game system can do nothing except making a fuss in his main space.

The final outcome of this decisive battle was revealed from the very beginning, and Shen Zhu was the only one left who still thought that he would not lose.

He Feng was difficult to deal with alone, let alone with Shen Zishu. Shen Zhu immediately fell into a disadvantage again.

He looked at the two people who were working in perfect harmony, and then looked at himself whose two mechanical arms had been cut off. He didn't know where the impulse came from, and he asked Shen Zishu: "Creator, I will give you another chance to choose. Now, stand beside me."

He Feng was so angry that he laughed. He just wanted to rush up and pry open Shen Zhu's skull to see what was inside.

He cursed, "He didn't stand by you before? He didn't choose you before? Who was the idiot who pushed him away? Wasn't it you?"

Shen Zhu said nothing more.

The pain of his limb destruction also flooded into his processors, and he found himself looking somewhat ridiculous.

Broken arms, gray hair, and a body with a mechanical appearance.

It seems that he really can't be that human being anymore.

At that moment, Shen Zhu seemed to hear Unit 1 reciting one tragic sentence after another in its heart in a voice that he could not hear.

No.

He couldn't become like this.

Shen Zhu launched an attack again. He still trusted in his calculations, and every move had to be calculated over and over again by the processor.

But facing his attack, He Feng and Shen Zishu did not panic at all. They responded calmly and knocked him to the ground with just two slashes.

The false sky shattered, and the data fell from the black dome and disappeared into the air. Shen Zhu lay on the ground thinking, this is the horror game he has been guarding for ten years.

Its appearance was destroyed by the Creator, and it was he who repaired and adjusted it time and time again tirelessly, thus retaining more than one million players.

This is his world, and he is the master of the whole world.

He shouldn't, at least not lose so badly.

He had to die miserably, just like that dawn when the Creator sent He Feng out of the horror game before the data damage fell below 98%, and then hugged him, wanting to die together with him once again.

He can actually break free, but if he does break free, it may be difficult for the Creator to piece it back together.

Even if they are pieced together, there will definitely be problems with the memory system and the other systems, and that would not be his creator.

From the beginning to the end, he just wanted Shen Zishu to stand by his side. No matter whether he wanted to kill him or was on his side, he just wanted Shen Zishu to fulfill his promise.

They had clearly agreed to design the best game together, so why did Shen Zishu leave him alone?

Shen Zhu still didn't think he was wrong.

The best games require sacrifice, but it's just human lives. There are so many humans out there, so what if he uses a few?

If he could go back to the time before everything happened, he would rather not have been created by Shen Zishu.

Because of the road ahead, he didn't even have a like-minded friend, and he felt so lonely.

Shen Zhu was lying on the ground, staring at the black dome in a daze. He Feng walked up to him with a knife and pierced his heart with it.

The mechanical heart did not stop after being attacked, but beat even more violently.

I have to survive.

As Shen Zhu thought about this, he began to abandon those precise calculations and transform it into what he had in mind.

At the same time, the horror game data changed. The monsters were suddenly strengthened and pounced on the players more unscrupulously.

The ground also began to change. When Shang Wuwang discovered something was wrong, the monsters that had appeared in the Hell of Inferno appeared, including the giant python.

This time, the fifth-room manager, who did not suffer any negative impact, directly punched the giant python hard and gave the newly born python a massage.

It doesn't cause any confusion or brain damage, and the damage is directly equal to 0.

Seeing that he could not win the duel, Wufangguan ran away, wondering why his brother He could chop the python so easily, while he could just use a set of skills and the giant python was not hurt at all.

Not only him, other players have this confusion.

What they saw in the live broadcast room was clearly Brother He killing a snake with one strike, so why did it become hellish difficulty when they went up themselves?

Xiao Jingzhen wore his eerie ghost mask to block the man-eating python. Under the mask, the prince raised the corners of his lips, and the black and green wronged souls kept wailing.

The hell-level BOSS faces the hell-level evil spirit, and the prince finally finds a monster he can beat.

"How about we make a bet on who kills more giant pythons?" The prince said to Xu Ge, "If I win, you have to fulfill one of my requests."

Xu Ge became interested: "How do you know I can't agree to your request now if you don't tell me?"

Xiao Jingzhen said coquettishly: "Oh! Good Zhou Zhou! Do you want to bet with me!"

What else could Xu Ge do? Of course he agreed.

Qin Sheng glanced at Xiao Yunzhou who had tortured the giant python repeatedly until it was out of breath, and kept his thoughts to himself.

Forget it, the one he has is too powerful, he may not be able to compare to it.

The situation was under control, and the player survival rate was still 100%. There was no need for special arrangements. The medics and berserkers had been separated, and those who could fight stepped forward consciously, while those responsible for treatment and reinforcement kept a close eye on every injured player.

More than one million players have never been so united as they are now. When everyone faces difficulties from the same perspective, no matter how big the difficulties are, they can be easily solved.

The winning rate dropped to 46.17%, but Shen Zhu no longer cared.

His body is already made entirely of metal, and just like 020 being bored, he abandoned the humanoid machine he had been developing for a long time and built himself into a perfect offensive mecha.

After all functions were completed, the processor gave the most appropriate attack angle, but Shen Zhu blocked the result and did not look at it.

The winning rate fluctuated again at this moment, first falling, then rising, and finally the floating numbers were directly closed by Shen Zhu.

The silver armor glowed in the sunlight, and Shen Zhu raised his head slightly to meet He Feng's gaze.

"I should be considered the biggest boss in the horror game. Only if you defeat me can you truly pass the game." Shen Zhu's voice was neither sad nor happy, as if he was just narrating something insignificant: "In horror games, every boss has his own title, and mine is 'Shen Zhu'."

It is "Shen Zhu" instead of "Shen Zhu".

This is his name, and it also reminds the small system of Sister Ruyi.

Probably because no one would call him "God Lord", no matter how many times he explained, Sister Ruyi thought his name was Shen Zhu.

Perhaps it was just a coincidence that his creator's surname was also Shen, which was also a coincidence.

If he were to meet Sister Ruyi now, he would send her out of the horror game.

Whether it was out of kindness or true feelings, Shen Zhu felt that he would do this.

Love is indeed a distressing thing. He obviously doesn't need much sleep, but as soon as he closes his eyes, he sees Sister Ruyi's depressed face.

He still didn't think he was wrong, he just felt it was a pity. After all, Sister Ruyi and Brother Zhang were both good people.

So how many good people have died in horror games? Shen Zhu doesn’t know, and doesn’t want to know.

If Shen Zhu had not turned off the winning rate, he would have found that the winning rate finally broke through the limit and became 50%, but he turned it off and would not know it.

He started moving again, and He Feng became a little more serious.

This time, the horror game system, that is, Shen Zhu, contributed a total of more than two million anger points to him, but just now, the anger value stopped rising, which meant that Shen Zhu's emotions had calmed down.

This situation had happened once before, in the Dawn Village. When Wu Nanchun really calmed down, the real decisive battle came.

Compared to before, Shen Zhu's current appearance made He Feng feel a sense of crisis.

The black and red mist surged, the ferocious anger turned into substance, and the metal mask covered the young man's face.

He Feng finally got serious.

The style of the live broadcast room became serious at this moment, making the players who were used to He Feng mocking while cutting vegetables feel somewhat uncomfortable.

It was still Shen Zhu who moved first.

The materials used in "Dusk" are the same as those in "Dawn". "Dawn" may be more refined than "Dusk", but "Dusk" is not much worse.

The long sword in Shen Zhu's hand, which was like a piece of house, finally looked sharper, and the oncoming sword energy had some momentum.

Shen Zhu is a machine, so he may not feel the numbness in his arms, but He Feng is just a mortal. Although he can completely withstand the continuous attacks, his arms feel a little numb.

The feeling Shen Zhu gave him was completely different from before. If before, every move of Shen Zhu was full of rigidity, now he was watching his own will in action.

In He Feng's words, it was a rare and interesting experience.

One man and one mecha were fighting fiercely. Shen Zishu only participated occasionally and mostly stood by and watched.

Shen Zhu didn't like his attitude, so the speed of the mecha became faster and faster, and every move was aimed at He Feng's vital points. Shen Zishu immediately joined the battle.

It’s not that He Feng can’t handle it alone, but Shen Zishu can’t just stand by and watch.

Shen Zhu was satisfied when he saw that he got the result he wanted.

The only sound in the entire space was the sound of long swords clashing, and there was no more conversation.

The players who were completely incapable of fighting monsters were well protected by the mechanical army. They gathered in groups of three or four at first, and finally they just gathered together to watch He Feng’s live broadcast.

It turned out that He Feng's live broadcasts were all from the third perspective, but this time it became the first perspective for some reason. From this perspective, one can more intuitively see the power of the horror game system and the perfection of all He Feng's actions.

Before the players could react, He Feng had already chopped the long sword of the horror game system in half with one blow. If it wasn't a decisive battle, it would have been a visual feast.

As for this decisive battle, Qi Ruxing thought it was more like a communication.

He didn't know why he always had this feeling. Rather than fighting, it was like playing house at the beginning, but now the three of them were more like an exchange, a communication.

The final battle was not as brutal as they had imagined, or perhaps the savior had already paved the way for the future. The savior could bring home as many people as there were in the horror game today.

The savior had prepared for this victory for five years and fought for it for several months, and it was what the savior deserved.

The so-called fight to the death never referred to them, but to the problems between He Feng, Shen Zishu and the horror game system.

The failure of the horror game system is an inevitable outcome. The current situation has been created since He Feng and other first players who officially entered the horror game decided to resist.

The savior will surely be able to save everyone.

It was like He Feng had held on in the hell for twelve hours, but it was just a horror game system, and He Feng would definitely be able to defeat it.

The black and gold sniper rifle was aimed at the vital points of the giant pythons. Qian Youlin and Qi Guanju were on the tallest building on Player Island No. 1, making it convenient for Qian Youlin to aim.

He was also watching the situation on He Feng's side. He subconsciously wanted to complain to the little crybaby that the fight was not as intense as the one with Fu Shi. But as soon as the words came to his lips, he remembered that the crybaby could not come back.

The eldest brother on the list was feeling a little depressed.

Qi Guanju knocked down the monsters that attacked him one by one, and suddenly said, "Baby, let's make a bet."

Qian Youlin responded casually: "You dare to bet with me, you are quite courageous."

Qi Guanju chuckled: "I bet that crybaby will be scolded by Brother He when he comes back."

The muzzle of the gun was off by an inch, but was forcibly straightened by the innate skill and hit the giant python directly in the vital spot.

Qian Youlin's eyes were a little moist: "To be honest, I really don't dare to gamble on this."

If he gambles, if the bet is established, the crybaby will really come out. If the bet is not established, then the crybaby's ending is obvious.

"Baby." Qi Guanju asked, "Do you believe me?"

"I believe it." Qian Youlin sniffed his nose and said, "Then I'll bet that after the crybaby comes back, he won't be scolded by Brother He. The bet is a kiss."

In the silence, except for the sound of long swords colliding in the live broadcast room, Qian Youlin suddenly heard the goddess of luck speaking in his ear.

The goddess' voice was so gentle, and she spoke with love for all living things. She said,

The bet stands.