Ch72 - It was once again an eye-catching tragedy (1/2)
6.1 – It was once again an eye-catching tragedy
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After experiencing numerous deaths, Xue Ling had learned to deal with the feelings left over from the previous world before arriving at the next world. After all the superfluous thoughts were cleared out, he became much more accepting towards the new world, and would not be as easily stimulated by the new plot.
Nevertheless, Xue Ling was still angry when he opened his eyes.
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Oh, it couldn’t be considered as opening his eyes. He didn’t even have a physical body right now, and was floating in the network as a bunch of code and data.
The system that had fully integrated into the network system appeared as a small fox and pleaded with its host, “Didn’t we already discuss giving lord host the opportunity to practice?”
“Practice?”
“Yes, changing from data to human form is also a form of practice.”
“… This also counts?”
“It’s the same. Imagine your own appearance, and then slowly, bit by bit, build up your body’s details. Be careful not to make any mistakes, otherwise we will have to rewind and start over, and if the main server finds out, it’ll be game over.”
As soon as it spoke, the cluster of data in front of it began to change. The code seemed to rotate around him like it was blown up by the wind, and very soon, a person appeared before it.
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The system was a bit confused. It hadn’t expected its host to be able to put its words into practice right away. Heaven knows that it had still been talking, and hadn’t told him to go ahead and start! They hadn’t even gotten the plot yet, and its host had already created his body. What if it didn’t match up with the plot?
Oh… They had never been in line with the plot anyway.
He was still made out of virtual data, but looking at him gave the system a particularly realistic feeling. Previously, he had always appeared as a soul, and because his strength was not condensed, Xue Ling seldom showed his true face. Now, its host was showing his true appearance for the first time.
The feeling was difficult to describe. The system had seen all kinds of beauty on its host, but when it saw the face that that pair of eyes truly belonged to, it was left speechless. Clearly they were only pieces of data, and it would be able to see even if it covered its eyes, but it still lifted its paws to block its eyes in a moment of shyness.
The person in front of it had nine beautiful tails waving behind him, long silver hair that stirred on its own even without a breeze, and was wearing a white robe. He appeared like an elegant and modest gentleman, but when one met his eyes, the word ‘gentleman’ would be thrown out the window in an instant.
This was a demon.
Yes, the type that could destroy countries and bring about calamities.
He had a pair of slightly slanted fox eyes, and eyebrows that tilted upwards. Perhaps due to the influence of his wilful and capricious disposition, his entire person looked a little uninhibited. His thin lips were extremely red, and also reflected his indifferent and fickle nature. The tear moles at the corners of his eyes were like ornaments, adding the finishing touches to his face, and making him seem alive instead of like a painted picture. A person like this, with such a face, was still tolerable at a glance, but when he moved and became vividly alive, it would absolutely leave the vast majority of people speechless and breathless in wonder.
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It was an extraordinary level of attractiveness that only an extraordinary person would be able to afford.
The system covered its small eyes as it reviewed its host’s body from head to toe, and then spoke in all earnestness, “Host, you were very successful this time. So, do you have time to take a look at the plot?”
Xue Ling stretched out a hand and moved. It felt very good to have his own body back again. Although it was only composed of data, it still made him happy. “Plot? Am I not myself in this world?
“No… Although you’re completely out of sync now…”
“Fine, send over the plot and my identity.”
Perhaps because he was within an ocean of data, the transmission process was very simple, and Xue Ling easily understood what kind of life he was supposed to have led.
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It could also not be considered a ‘life’, because he was just a series of data, a bunch of code that had its own thoughts and ideas.
To put it another way, he was an artificial intelligence existence that had not yet been discovered. Although his ability was not high, and still needed to depend on a game in order to exist, he already realized that he was only an illusory thing and was extremely eager to have what he couldn’t possibly have.
For example, a body. Or better yet, love.
This was a game world. To be more precise, it was a holographic virtual reality game.
Currently, the game had not officially opened, which was why all he could see was data code. Only when the game opened up and began to accept gamers would things begin to appear before his eyes, and the link he secretly established to the game would also open.
Star Year 808, Cosmos Baba Game Company developed a holographic online game called ‘Seal the Devil’ that was lauded as second world of mankind. Ever since then, online virtual reality games were no longer a topic of debate and contention and entered an era of unity and acceptance. Countless people regarded online games as a second world, and broke through the barrier dividing games from reality to live in the online world.
Seal the Devil was set in the ancient times, during the Battle of Gods.
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———— Opening Chapter: God’s Funeral
During the Battle of Gods, there were countless deaths and injuries. Blood flowed freely, but the number of people who could achieve godhood and become gods was limited. Tens of millions of souls carried grievances in death, and began to stir up trouble over the Divine Land.
The strength of the gods had been greatly affected by the battles, and even those who achieved godhood would require a lot of time and many years to recover their cultivation. In order to ensure that they would have enough time to rest and live on, they had no choice but to seal these grievances in the Abyss of Buried Gods.
Many years later, a young man came out of the Abyss.