Chapter 218: Rose Factory

Mu Ke moves behind Charles without moving.

Even though he was completely unaware of the identity of this Charles who appeared out of nowhere, Mu Ke was able to realize that Bai Liu was being helped by Charles from the situation that was now on the verge of collapse.

"To have once been addicted to a man and to have swooned over a betting horse according to the seasons of the year don't strike me as counting as one thing." All the scowl on Heart's face was very deeply hidden, and dark currents welled up in his burgundy eyes, "Don't compare your animal nature to mine, Charles."

"Then I apologize for being inappropriate." Charles arched his back, his smile widening, "But to me, animalistic is a compliment, and I admire people who are animalistic."

Heart was quiet for a second, realizing that Charles was going to have to get Bai Liu out of there, a man who sometimes had a gambling streak that no one could stop.

Heart didn't hesitate for a moment as she turned to Titan, "Titan, surround them."

A huge black ball descended from the sky, like a black hole, swallowing Charles and Wang Shun and Mu Ke behind him.

And Charles, not at all flustered, raised his own civilized staff in his hand against this black ball that was falling.

The black ball was swallowing along the end of the civilization staff and was about to touch the tip of Charles' nose when he removed his black tall hat and dragged it back to the end of the civilization staff where the black ball was stuck while Charles turned his hat over and pressed it against the huge black ball.

As if by magic, the huge black ball was collected by the brim of a bowler hat, pressed into Charles' white glove, and turned into a black bouncing ball in the center of his hand in the flip of a switch.

[System Alert: Player Charles using skill (Phantom Eater)]

[This skill can devour the opponent's skill offense in reverse the moment it attacks and transform it into some kind of magic prop to be stored].

"It's useless to unleash your skills on me Empress." Charles shakes the bouncing ball in his hand twice with amusement, then takes off his white gloves and wraps them around it, tucking them into Wang Shun's pocket next to him along with the gloves, "Played dirty, gave it to you."

Wang Shun: "？？？？"

He'd heard that Charles was a very cocky guy, but hadn't expected cockiness to go this far-just a couple of bounces by himself on the ground where there wasn't a speck of dust, and he didn't want it.

Charles slowly and methodically conjured up a pair of white gloves from somewhere and put them back on himself, raised his hat in return to Titan and Heart, and smiled a very reserved smile, "Empress, allow me to take my leave."

With that, Charles turned to Wang Shun and raised his elbow to him, lifting his jaw slightly in a polite gesture twice and tapping his index finger twice on his elbow.

Wang Shun reacted dumbfounded for a moment before realizing that Charles was asking him to hold him.

......= == This is really a lot of personnel ......

But even after a few mental grumbles, Wang Shun honestly took Charles's hand, and Charles walked forward with satisfaction.

He walked up to Mu Ke and smiled, "I believe you've seen my sincerity towards Bai Liu and shouldn't mind going to [No Man's Land] with us and you?"

Mu Ke had been waiting with bated breath for this President Charles for a long time, but by this time he had also steadied himself, and instead of being flustered and rude, he extended his hand in an unassuming manner and thanked him very sincerely, "Not at all."

"You are very welcome to come with us."

No man's land.

After Charles intervened in this matter, ordinary spectators who were originally afraid to come over to watch the fun under the strong siege of foreign guilds now leaned over.

And because of the twists and turns of the matter of 【Siege Bai Liu】, the heat that had been squeezed on the forums reached a limit and finally erupted into a large amount of discussion, which now made most of the ordinary players curious about this matter.

A large number of ordinary spectators sneakily followed Mu Ke and the others, pretending to pass by, all the way to [No Man's Land].

They couldn't be blamed for pretending, because the King's Guild had followed them over, and the crowd that had come to eat didn't dare to be too ostentatious.

The two camps faced each other at the entrance of the [No Man's Land], where not a single ghost shadow was ever seen, and the two big men, Charles and Heart, stood in front of the guild members in a single file, feeling like they were ready to fight at any moment.

The audience next to me is watching the heart pounding and silent - this league has not even started yet, the support season is eating waves after waves of melons.

In the no-man's-land, snowflakes and noise flickered on stacked old televisions, and every now and then the distorted shadow of a man would appear under the black-and-white stripes crumpling and slapping at the TV screen, mostly pleading for help.

The hoarse, desperate voice came through the damaged stereo on either side of the TV, stretched and jammed into an eerie tune that couldn't be heard in its original language, and had an indescribably eerie and oozing quality to it.

These gamers, trapped in no man's land, appear intermittently on black-and-white televisions, like an unsettling video they use after death to remember their lives.

The no-man's-land is flanked by smooth walls so white that they are blindingly white, and obsolete, large FM televisions are stacked horizontally to form a mountain of TVs so long that they can't be seen at first glance, stretching all the way to the deepest part of the no-man's-land.

No one knows if there is an end to No Man's Land because no one has ever reached the end of No Man's Land.

The full name of [No Man's Land] is [No Man's Land], but this place is not uninhabited, instead it is piled high with the end of these people who still want to desperately live with everything they have.

These people lose their names in this game and their right to exist as human beings, only to be transformed into one monster after another that forgets where they came from on a nuisance old TV.

It was Mu Ke's first time in this place, and he had a heartfelt shock, especially after Wang Shun told him with a sigh that many of the players in [No Man's Land] were newcomers playing the game for the first time.

"Newcomers to the game who don't get recognition from the audience and reward points from the audience, they can't afford to buy props and it's very difficult to pass."

There was a deep compassion in Wang Shun's eyes, "They will fall into [No Man's Land] very quickly, and the only thing they can do is to delay the process of gradual alienation, so that they try not to die so quickly."

"It was very agonizing, they didn't see any hope, they were just struggling through the game on instinct, waiting for whoever was going to get them out."

Mu Ke stared blankly at this TV mountain and asked softly and rhetorically, "Isn't it ...... just like I was back in Cylon Town?"

"Yes." Wang Shun said, "If Bai Liu hadn't saved you at that time, this place would be your grave."

"A lot of times these people don't need a lot, just a little bit of credit for them, and that's enough for them to see the light of day and climb out of this graveyard-like no-man's land."

Wang Shun turns to Mu Ke as he lets out a long sigh, "But sadly, very few people in this game have such a kind heart."

"Not everyone is as lucky as you are to have a Bai Liu forcing his way through the dimension to save you." Wang Shun let out a long breath, finally bringing a bit of a smile to his face, "But now perhaps many, many people, will be saved because of Bai Liu."

The onlookers whisper about what Charles and Heart are up to.

Heart glanced sideways at the endless mountain of television, then turned his head over to Charles, whose smile remained unchanged: "Are you sure you want to waste so many points on Bai Liu to get him out of this dump?"

"It's not a waste." Charles retorted with a smirk, "All consumption that pleases me I call reasonable entertainment, and Bai Liu is funny isn't he?"

Heart doesn't dismiss it, "You're an unbelievable man."

Charles bent to undertake, "Thank you for your kind words."

"How many points are you going to spend when you stop?" Heart asks.

Charles straightened up as he turned to look at the pure white to blinding backdrop of no man's land, twirled the diamond ring on his thumb, and narrowed his eyes, "-until I see Bai Liu reappear in front of me."

Mu Ke took a deep breath as he stood in front of the guild members and gave the order in Charles' place, "Wait Charles will now transfer one million points to each of you, but there is a limit on this amount of points that you will not be able to divert."

"The only purpose of this forwarding of points to you is to charge the players next to you, in No Man's Land, with 5 to 10 points per small TV, and to collect points while charging until you see the small TVs go out."

"Mark the location of any small TV that weighs in at 10 points and doesn't go out and forward it to me, we'll do a secondary analysis of the players inside, and if we determine that there is a suspected Bai Liu in there, we'll do a secondary charge at our discretion."

Mu Ke took a step to the left, making way for Wang Shun behind him, and introduced, "This is our union's data analyst, Wang Shun, the data you get from the small TVs will be handed over to him for statistics, and after a comprehensive analysis, we'll screen the small TVs in the No Man's Land three times."

"And God Mu, the fourth in our big-name Nova Ranking." Mu Ke faintly swept a glance at Mu Sicheng, who had kept his head down and not spoken since just now, "will guard the entrance to No Man's Land to protect our operations from the King's Guild."

Mu Sicheng raised his head and Mu Ke exchanged a glance with gunpowder breath.

He took a deep breath and tsked irritably away from his head, not retorting or agreeing, but did get up and stood in the doorway of No Man's Land, chin slightly raised as he locked eyes with the foreign guild member.

Mu Sicheng sensed Mu Ke's hostility towards him, which annoyed Mu Sicheng, but what annoyed him even more was that at this point in time, this guy Mu Ke was really much more organized than him!

When he finished, Mu Ke glanced around at the guild members in front of him, "Anything else you don't understand?"

The guild members below had been dumbfounded.

They had joined the Scavenging Guild for so long, but they had never seen a million points, and now they were about to take one per capita, and now they were going to spend it in order to save someone they hadn't even seen face to face yet, and turn their hands to spend it-such an exciting thing that they couldn't fantasize about in several lifetimes, and one by one, their heads were spinning, and they were almost unsteady on their feet.

The onlookers next to him were even more dumbfounded by what they heard, and they looked at Charles, who was wiping his cane as if nothing had happened, and then in a trance at the TV mountain in no man's land that looked like the length of a train without a tailgate, and stared blankly at it.

-- Charles is joking at ...... right?

To find someone in such a long mountain of TV, this is going to cost tens of millions of points down at the very least!

But they soon found out that Charles really wasn't kidding.

The guild players went up to Charles in turn, warily raised their system panels and waited for the transfer, then muddled on after the transfer was successful.

Tens of millions of points transferred out of his hand, and Charles didn't even change the arc of his smile from start to finish.

He gently patted the delirious guild members on the shoulder, "Now, go find your hidden president."

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Shrine.

In the center of the table stood a card that had been suddenly turned over, featuring a mysterious magician who was a gentleman pulling his hat down to cover his smiling face.

The man with the hood gathered around his face thoughtfully flexed his fingers and tapped them on it with a smirk in his voice, "Interesting, the situation has changed with the appearance of a magician's card that is neither in the werewolf camp nor the gods' camp."

"Do you still want to devolve your cards, Prophet?" He asked with a smile.

The seer was silent for a moment, "Not out."

"This scene is already in such a mess ......" Under the hood, the man's eyes roamed over the hunter card that had transformed into a werewolf, the witch standing on the edge, the rose card that was flickering and about to disappear, and the magician card that had appeared out of nowhere, before suddenly revealing a light smile that was only a sign of chaos, "Then let's make it even more chaotic."

A brand new card surfaced between his index and middle fingers, which he held down to the right of the werewolf card.

The prophet's eyes shifted slightly the moment he saw the card.

It's a card that's not quite like any of the others; it doesn't quite follow the rules, and the moment it lands on the table, the character in this card levitates like a diorama book, tooting all over the table with a fancy flappy toy gun raised in the air.

He wears a pair of pom-pom spiked boots that are long to the point of overshooting, fluffy bright red carrot pants, and a top half with bubble sleeves and a lace stacked neckline that wraps around the entire neck.

A two-horned, two-colored hat with bells hanging from the end jingled as it ran.

It was covered from face to neck in heavy white greasepaint, its mouth was outlined in a bright red enlarged circle, while over its eyes were two drawn in black marker, huge forks with turquoise eyes hidden underneath them, and small blonde curls glistened on the top of its head.

This is clearly a, or a sheet of, clowns.

And now this joker is holding up its flare gun, biubiubiu all over the table, shooting wildly at the faces of the characters on the cards almost as soon as he sees them, and letting out a creepy, tinny, ear-piercingly pleasurable laugh.

Eventually the jester mucked around the table, padded his short boots, and stood with his head cocked on the Werewolf card - the only one, too, that it hadn't destroyed with a flare gun shot at a character card.

"King!" the clown jumped for joy as it opened its bright, jewel-like green eyes under its forks, then plopped down on the werewolf card, curled up on it snugly, pressed its face against the werewolf, and recited in a neurotic, playful manner, "King! Find my king! "

"What did you do to the Joker?" The seer's tone became rare and grave, "This is not the normal state of affairs for an initial character card to make its first appearance in the game; the Joker looks like he remembers Bai Liu -- but in this timeline, the Joker and Bai Liu haven't even met once yet."

The man sitting across from him folded his hands on the table as he raised his eyes and smiled, "Are you afraid? Afraid that the Joker's influence over Bai Liu will turn him into Bai Liu?"

The prophet retorted coldly, "You're breaking the rules of the game."

"I never break the rules of the game." The man let go of his own folded hands, his smirk unabated, "I just devolved the Joker card ahead of time, but didn't let it make its entrance."

The prophet was just about to say, "What does ...... mean?"

But before he could ask, the prophet paused violently, looking incredulously at the man sitting across from him, "You ...... put him in no man's land?!"

"Yes, the first single-player game I had the Joker log into was a level three game, which he naturally got stuck in and couldn't get out of, and then pretty soon the audience lost interest in the poor, unskilled Joker with no skills and no way to get through the game, and left him stranded in No Man's Land." The man spoke with pity.

The prophet's voice was trembling a little, "...... He's been in the game, for how long?"

The man said carelessly, "He has been living ...... with those monsters for almost ten years, I guess, I won t really let him die, but he does seem to be pretty much insane by now."

The seer straightened and raised his eyes to the man across from him, "Why would the Joker remember Bai Liu?"

The man leaned forward and leaned in close to the prophet, "Because I decided to grant him hope in order for him to persevere in this horrible, torturous tertiary game that has him on the verge of committing suicide, I let him dream every night."

"The dream clown would see a man named Bai Liu save him as if he were a god coming down to save him, take him on a killing spree, be invincible, and become the champion."

"The man understands him completely, agrees with him, appreciates him, is the only person in the world that he follows, he's the most loyal clown in his hands, and he's his KING."

The man lowered his eyes to the clown on the tabletop, "The beauty of the dream has kept him going so far."

The prophet closed his eyes, his breath was starting to fail him, "You had the Joker ...... dreaming about the rest of the timeline ...... but now that this timeline is completely misplaced, Bai Liu wasn't even there at that point to save him ......"

"Joker was alone in the game waiting for Bai Liu, who wouldn't even show up, for ten years ......"

"Congratulations, now he's finally waiting isn't he?" The man laughed with increasing pleasure, "Bai Liu will be in no man's land in no time to get him out."

"Have you ever heard a fairy tale?" The man brought up another subject abruptly, but he was obviously interested in talking to the seer about the fairy tale, and continued without waiting for the seer's answer, "The story is called The Fisherman and the Devil."

"Once upon a time, a long, long time ago, there was a clownish devil sealed in a bottle by God, in so much pain that he could not escape, and no one could see or sense his pain, and had to survive by visions in his dreams."

"So he made a wish in his heart that if that person got him out in the first year, he would give that person more money than he could ever spend in his life."

"Unfortunately the man didn't show up, and in his third year, Joker figured that if the man got him out by this time, he'd play in the league for the man and become the man's henchman."

"But the man still didn't show up, and in the sixth year, the Joker figured that if the man got him out by this time, he'd be willing to become one of the man's dogs and sell his soul to him."

"But the man still hasn't shown up."

He looked to the prophet, the arc of his mouth slenderly unchanged: "Waiting for the tenth year, the Joker finally waited for the one, what do you think the Joker will do to Bai Liu, the King he's been waiting for ten years?"

The prophet opened his eyes, "He'll kill Bai Liu."