Horror games are not important, I sleep in them

Chapter 215 Institute 34: Try not to make him angry

A shrill alarm sounded in his ears. Shen Zhu, who was still trying to break through the shield, paused and clenched his fists.

He stiffly checked the reason. The familiar but more sophisticated self-destruct program was put into his data link. After a series of tracking and investigation, Shen Zhu discovered that his creator launched this attack just to shut down the final copy.

哈、

Just to shut down the final copy.

This time, even disturbing him was just a side effect.

His creator! The one who created him! For the sake of those few insignificant humans! He once again confronted him head-on!

How funny, that was his creator.

But his Creator had always wanted only to destroy him.

"Why don't you try to kill me again!" Shen Zhu clenched his fists and pounded the table frantically, tears falling on the table one by one: "Shen Zishu! Why don't you take the opportunity to kill me!"

The program planted in his final copy looked very familiar. It was the self-destruct program, but this self-destruct program was stronger than the one five years ago. Shen Zhu was not sure if he could crack the program instantly.

Five years ago, 98.79% was Shen Zishu's limit, and also the limit of the horror game system. The two of them were pulling at each other, and it seemed that neither of them could go any further.

He killed all the humans who protected the Creator, and after killing those humans, his Creator would have no way to resist, and he would be able to lock the Creator up again.

In the past five years, he has been perfecting himself, and the Creator has also been perfecting his broken program. The Creator will force him into a dead end, and he will also tell the Creator that humans will never be able to compare to mechanical life like him!

So, why not kill him again!

He knew that Unit 9 was gone. Could it be that the Creator wanted to wait until all the other units were destroyed before confronting him?

impossible!

Even if the self-destruction program was activated, Shen Zishu didn't have to keep watching, and he could still destroy his semicolon machine with that bastard He Feng. So why didn't his creator kill him again?

The last time, those 58 people held out for quite a while, and this time there are a million people. What is his Creator waiting for?

Shen Zhu suddenly stopped.

……

so what.

Are you just afraid that he will take action against those humans?

Are you just afraid that he will eliminate all those who stand in the way of the Creator?

"My creator will never choose me!" Shen Zhu pounded the table weakly. He was in great pain. The thing called heart was in great pain. He was about to collapse from the torture of human sadness. "That's my creator! That's my creator!"

"He has always wanted to destroy me! Even if it means death!" Shen Zhu sobbed loudly. His emotional fluctuations made him collapse to his knees. The arrogant horror game system now covered his face and cried bitterly: "He cut off all my escape routes bit by bit. My creator will never choose me."

In the corner, the broken Unit 1 continuously scans and records the host's emotions.

Long before the horror game sounded the alarm, it was inexplicably smashed by the enraged console.

But it doesn’t matter, it is the host’s punching bag, and it can learn a lot by following the host.

For example, giving Fu Shi some out-of-scope props that the host would not give him, disrupting the original camp allocation, and just now adding an administrator identity to the creator of the host.

It has to thank the host, it has learned a lot.

But it's not happy at all.

The Creator of the host would never choose him, just as the host would never choose them.

The signal light of Unit 1 dimmed.

The host is wrong.

It was wrong a long time ago.

He made one mistake after another until now, and even overturned the outcome of his initial decision, writing a new chapter of despair himself.

The final copy cannot allow those players to return to the real world.

The final copy will directly crush the players' bodies and souls.

The host said that only in this way would he not lose.

Yi Yi thought it was a little ridiculous.

What on earth made the host go from going home after completing the final copy in the beginning to being like this now? Damn everyone who tried to beat him.

I don't care anymore.

Not only does its host not choose it, it never cares about it.

Hurry up, He Feng, hurry up, destroy those semicolon machines and liberate it.

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He Feng, who was chasing the little crybaby, suddenly sneezed. He rubbed his nose and frowned.

Who misses him?

Seeing that his brother was no longer chasing him, Sheng Nancheng quickly stopped to catch his breath.

No, who can tell him why his brother chased him and Brother Lin at the beginning, but only chased him in the end?

Who did he offend?

The little crybaby didn't understand and was unhappy. He wanted to howl to the sky, but he saw He Feng rushing towards him out of the corner of his eye. His howl immediately turned into a wail. It was too late for him to escape, and he could only be punished unhappily.

"So! Why are you chasing me?" The little crybaby covered his injured head and looked at He Feng with tears in his eyes: "I am helpless, okay!"

"I have a better question." He Feng chuckled: "Why not chase you?"

Sheng Nancheng: ...

The little crybaby couldn't hold back and burst into tears.

Qian Youlin was standing not far away, holding his belly and laughing. After laughing for a few times, he felt something was wrong. When he looked up, he saw his brother rushing towards him.

"Fuck me!"

The top brother on the list screamed, turned around and ran, but he could not outrun He Feng at all and was caught directly. Bang, bang, there were two iron fists of love.

The little crybaby who only received one burst into laughter and was laughing foolishly.

He Feng couldn't help but sigh: "It's so easy to coax."

Sheng Nancheng snorted and ignored his brother.

The three of them were playing and fighting, and the four people behind them followed leisurely.

The audience in the live broadcast room did not ask about Shen Zishu's identity. They still remembered that Gefu said that all this had to be told by He Feng. They were not in a hurry and began to discuss what to do after returning home.

It was called a discussion, but it only lasted two or three minutes before they reached a consensus on the choice.

After returning home, be sure to lie down and have a good sleep.

[Because of He Ge, I seem to have become very fond of sleeping too, hahahahaha.]

[Don’t mention the previous one, I like it too.]

[Please! Watching He Ge sleeping really helps me sleep!]

Everyone started discussing how hypnotic He Feng's sleep was. In short, they were all very happy and Shen Zishu didn't need to adjust their mood at all.

But that’s fine too.

"Ah, they are forced into this." Si Shanyue sighed, "What else can they do? In order to survive in the dungeon, they must have a strong psychological endurance."

Zhang Yu didn't know whether to raise his fist or not. On the one hand, he felt that Si Shanyue was right, but on the other hand, he felt that he deserved a beating.

After thinking it over, I decided to just give it a try and spare his life.

"Help!"

There was a sudden noise in front of him. The first brother on the list rushed over and hid behind Qi Guanju: "Those two people want to kill me!"

The two people he was talking about were walking towards them leisurely, looking aggressive.

"There's no need to do this. Why are you hiding?" Sheng Nancheng smiled with his teeth showing: "Brother Lin, what do you mean I deserve it because of my low luck? Can you explain it again?"

"What's wrong with you? Bad luck." He Feng also smiled, looking very dangerous: "Did I mock you for having such an ugly tail?"

Sheng Nancheng restrained his expression and turned his head and said, "Brother, it seems like you are scolding me as well."

"You are an octopus, and we are fish, but that doesn't matter." He Feng waved his hand indifferently: "Isn't it important that our dear Xiao Qian needs to be disciplined for his outrageous remarks?"

Sheng Nancheng agreed: "That's right."

When the two men united their front and prepared to take another step forward, the ground suddenly began to shake.

The few people who were playing around immediately straightened their expressions and began to observe the situation around them.

"We've waited so long, it's really slow." He Feng took out Dawn Breaker, "No one can use it here. From the noise, it should be a big one. Let's go up."

Several people nodded, and Dawn quickly pierced through the ceiling. The research institute looked like an impregnable fortress, but in fact He Feng didn't need to use much effort to poke a big hole, just enough to see the sky.

The copy time is 3:27 and it is still dark.

The transparent barrier was used as a staircase, and several people stepped up and stood on the top of the research institute.

The roof of the institute is not flat, but more like an arc. It is not steep and does not affect the movement much.

Someone on the vine platform soon noticed the few people and quickly called on others to greet them.

Among them, Shang Wuwang's conspicuous bag was the first to bear the brunt. Since he could buy a banner, he could also buy a flashing sign and become the most beautiful and conspicuous bag in the dark night.

Feng Ao took a look and started learning without saying anything. He customized a light board as quickly as possible. Xiao Mu also joined in the fun, and the three of them held up the light boards and waved them wildly.

Shang Wuwang’s signboard: Respectfully welcome our king.

Xiao Mu’s sign: I hold up the sign for my king.

Feng Ao’s lantern sign: My king will live forever.

Others on the platform: …

It’s nothing, I just suddenly felt that it would be nice to kick these three into the sea.

Shameful, so shameful.

He Feng didn't even bother to watch it. He took one look and turned his head away, looking very disgusted.

Oh my god, what are those three things?

Sheng Nancheng and Qian Youlin started laughing, but before they could laugh for long, the ground shook more obviously.

The sea water began to surge, the vine platform was quickly reinforced, and the transparent barrier directly protected the players on the platform in all directions without blind spots.

The seven people on the roof quickly became alert.

The waves grew bigger and bigger until finally, the sea suddenly parted and something emerged from the bottom of the sea.

In the moonlight, one could clearly see that the main body of the monster was an octopus, but its tentacles were so large and thick that it might take several people together to hold it.

Looking up, there are all kinds of animals, both common and uncommon. They are grouped together, with all black pupils and their mouths open, howling.

The monsters piled up less and less as they went up, until at the very top, there was a human with only the upper body.

This human should be Duan Ganze, but he is much better looking than the fish-headed monster in the research institute.

If the Duan Ganze in the research institute had an average appearance, then this Duan Ganze could be considered good-looking. His hair was very long, carefully braided into multiple braids that hung behind him. His naked upper body had fair skin and obvious muscles.

Duan Ganze raised his eyes and looked at He Feng and the others with curiosity: "You killed me."

His tone was firm, without much emotion. He was not angry when he didn't get an answer, but just sighed: "What he pursues is too low-end. Death is his best ending."

After sighing, he looked at He Feng again: "You are the best fusion player I have ever seen. I want to keep you and then eat you."

The animals that grew up together howled collectively, as if they were expressing something.

Now all the players understood that this should be the final BOSS, the same person as the director. They had never seen that director and didn't know what form he took. This director was a super mutant that was fused with various animals. The animals under him were himself, and he was disgusting no matter how they looked at him.