As the only volunteer captain allowed to remain conscious in order to perform duties such as observation and feedback.
His mentality is fundamentally different from other people's.
Imagine what would happen if a person realized in his sleep that everything was just a dream?
Under normal circumstances, when a person realizes that he is dreaming, he is not far away from waking up.
But the volunteer captain benefits from his own identity and this unique consciousness space.
Knowing that I am out of touch with reality and in a dream, I will not wake up.
That is the legendary lucid dream state that everyone envies.
At first.
He still maintains the bottom line of human beings and cooperates with Main Brain honestly to do his own job.
But as time goes by.
My original mentality has changed.
After all, in this lucid dream state.
Don't say you're not afraid of death.
It's like flying in the sky and running away from the earth, capable of doing anything.
It is even more unscrupulous than not eating beef.
Not even Main Brain, the creator of the entire world, could deny his qualifications.
There is no actual law to restrict or sanction him.
At that time, time diluted the moral bottom line of human beings. In this world, he was the god who towered over all living beings.
Just spend energy to create any imaginary scene.
Wear all kinds of luxurious clothes, taste all kinds of delicacies, and live in all kinds of luxurious mansions.
You can even create various simulated life forms to please yourself.
Some are fair-skinned and beautiful, some have graceful figures, some are mature and sexy, some are young and cute, some are indifferent and repulsive, some want to resist but welcome them, some have human faces and animal bodies, some have animal faces and human bodies... and so on and so forth.
From the beginning, which was a simple and crude animalistic robbery, to the boring real-life role-playing plot that has been boring for many days.
The volunteer captain completely put aside his human mask and indulged in fun and singing every day.
Tossing and turning simulated life forms in various ways.
The simulated lives that were created became dilapidated after being tortured in all kinds of ways.
When he is in a good mood, he will show kindness and end their short and painful lives, turning them into bubbles and sending them back to heaven and earth.
But once he is in a bad mood.
In other words, it's not that good.
The best outcome for these wasted simulated lives is to be abandoned in a quiet corner to fend for themselves, gradually disappearing as their energy is exhausted.
Those who are even more unlucky will become the target of the volunteer captain's cruelty in addition to his animalistic desires.
Watch the simulated life scream under various strange devices.
His perverted and inhuman heart was greatly satisfied.
If Main Brain had not been blocked by the few powers that could be used on him, for fear of affecting the order of the world outside the tower, destroying the ecological balance and reducing "fuel" output, his claws would have covered more meta-consciousness bodies with different personalities and more lifelike shapes.
It's strange to say.
In the past, meta consciousness would often rush up to the tower level for him to play with.
But in the past ten years, except for the little girl who was "sacrificially sacrificed" to him by the outer consciousness of the tower in exchange for some tattered props, there was not even a seven-hundred-level Yuan consciousness of the opposite sex.
It made him feel bored after getting tired of playing Sims Life.
I discovered that the little girl from many years ago was challenging Reincarnation Illusory Realm on the 900th floor.
I might as well spend all my energy to go find that girl and torture her again.
Although the opponent's strength has increased a lot.
But inferiority is inferiority, and the meta-consciousness that is only worthy of being used as fuel cannot catch up with the real consciousness no matter how hard it tries.
There is a gulf-like gap between them.
No matter how hard the other party struggled and resisted, it was of no avail, and in the end it only fueled his interest.
Think of this.
The volunteer captain glanced at Cheng Queyi, which was caught in a stone slab not far away.
It looks vaguely familiar.
She seemed to look similar to the girl he had repeatedly raped.
But their personalities are completely different.
There is even light in the eyes!
How does this work?
Are these mere ants still trying to stir up trouble? They must be exterminated!
There was a shadow in his eyes.
Control the gray mist to firmly wrap the coins and drop them.
Let the hope in the eyes of girls and boys gradually extinguish over time like a candle in the wind.
The white light that the Main Brain ball in the sky was emitting seemed to become dim as if it was unbearable to look at.
Cheng Queyi and the skinny boy were unwilling to work hard and ended up like this.
The two of them gritted their teeth and tried to get the coins back from the gray mist.
As a result, both the alloy mechanism of Cheng Queyi and the thick-gloved palm of the thin boy were completely melted away the moment they came into contact with the gray mist.
Even half of the skinny boy's flesh-and-blood palm melted, but he couldn't even touch the edge of the coin.
His pale face, stabbed by severe pain, couldn't help but reveal a trace of despair.
The volunteer captain was sure of victory and watched the two men struggling leisurely.
The coin is deliberately made to fall slowly.
There was a cruel and bloodthirsty smile on his face.
He seems to really enjoy the feeling of controlling other people's destiny.
Noticing that the skinny boy dared to use his hands to grab coins in the gray fog, he joked in a joking tone, "Come on! Just go in a little further and it's enough! Why did you retract it? It's just a little bit of a pity!"
The thin boy was so angry that he tried to use his other hand to get into the gray fog to grab the coins, regardless of his injury.
Cheng Queyi used the mechanism to prop open the stone slab and escaped, holding him tightly.
This gray mist is so fierce that it can even melt steel plates, leaving flesh and blood dead.
The skinny little boy said in pain, "Why are you pulling me? If I lose the bet, I will still die. It's better to give it a try!"
Cheng Queyi gritted his teeth and took out a clean cloth from the backpack containing the machine to wrap up the boy's melted palm.
Main Brain in the air couldn't stand it any longer and couldn't bear to persuade him, "You guys should give up. There is still a way to survive out of the tower. You can't pass this level."
"Want to go to the tower?" The volunteer captain glanced sideways at Main Brain and snorted, "That depends on whether I agree or not!"
He suddenly accelerated the falling speed of the coins wrapped in gray mist.
Decided to kill one first and then talk about it.
The familiar little beauty is left to play slowly.
The coin face up quickly lowers.
When it was about to fall into the outstretched palm of the volunteer captain.
A silver arm suddenly appeared above the palm.
I saw that silver arm reaching into the gray mist without any hindrance, spreading its long silver fingers, grabbing the coin and holding it in the palm of my hand.
The volunteer captain's face suddenly changed. "What the hell?"
The back of the elbow of the silver arm slowly extended from the void, and then a complete human body emerged.
"Senior!!" Cheng Queyi's eyes turned red as soon as he saw the appearance of the visitor.
The reluctance and fear that I had suppressed in my heart all surged up.
Wang Wen held the coin and nodded to her. "Thank you for your hard work, leave it to me later."
During the conversation.
He waved his hand gently in the distance.
A gust of wind suddenly whipped up out of thin air in the empty sky, blowing away the helpless gray fog of He Jiong and Ren Ruanruan.
Reach out again.
Scepter fell into the silver palm.
The next second.
A circle of silver light poured out from Scepter like moonlight, spreading across the four scarred Cheng Queyi.
Their injuries were healed visibly.
Even the skinny boy's palm, which had half of it melted off, returned to normal.
When the volunteer captain saw that the good situation was reversed, he was extremely angry. He opened his hands to control all the gray fog and directed it towards Wang Wen. He shouted angrily, "You are pretending to be crazy! You will die!"
Wang Wen raised his silver arm that only reached the elbow and slapped him.
Silver light flashed across like lightning.
All the gray fog coming from the surroundings dissipated.
The volunteer captain's head spun several times like a top, and finally tilted weakly and hung on his neck.
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