Giant Spirit Glory, at the entrance of the fourth district prison.
The guards took [Reverse Smoking Like a God] out and removed his handcuffs.
"Go! Next time I see you, hum," a guard patted the guard vest with a burn on his waist, "I will kill you on the spot!"
His tone was vicious and very imposing.
The guard looked at the Smoker, only to see that this man, who he thought had some problems in his mind, not only did not show any fear or regret but jumped up and down as if the floor was burning his feet and also had a playful smile.
"Ah! Seeing the light of day again!" The Smoker began to dance the hip-twisting dance with many mistakes.
[Why is this? I'm eating]
[My eyes are dirty]
[A piece of twisting fat meat, unfortunately, it has a pair of eyes]
[Hot eyes]
After the Smoker moved his joints, he hugged the middle-aged man next to him: "Hello everyone, this is my master, a technical expert."
The middle-aged man looked at the air in front of him and couldn't figure out where the camera was.
He could only agree with the guard's opinion: his new apprentice did have some problems in his head.
The middle-aged man looked into the air and smiled very awkwardly.
"Master," the Smoker smiled like a mentally retarded child, "are you interested in staying temporarily in Meizi Street, District 4?"
...
Meizi Street.
The Smoker leaned against the outer wall of the public toilet and posed in a pose that he thought was cool.
[Technical Expert]
[Current Level: 1]
[Strength: 5, Agility: 5, Health: 8, Constitution: 5]
"Everyone, look! Are you envious?" He smiled meanly.
[Yeah, you are awesome]
[Host, you smile like a pig]
[Yeah, I envy you because I don't even have an internal test number]
The Smoker said in an arrogant tone: "I have found a way for you to change jobs. At the beginning, everyone has no level, they are all level zero. Only by changing jobs can you get the opportunity to upgrade."
"In short!" He knocked on the outer wall of the public toilet, "You need to find a master who is willing to teach you, that is, a job change mentor!"
[Listen to your words, it's like listening to your words]
[Raise funds to buy a game cabin, if you are interested...]
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In the live broadcast room of [Reverse Smoking Like a God], only a small number of the more than 200,000 viewers expressed their opinions, and the vast majority of the rest were giants under the sea level.
They are the silent majority.
The virtual reality game "Cyber Psychosis" has long attracted their attention with advanced game production technology and 100% authenticity.
When they confirmed in the live broadcast room that this was not false propaganda, an undisguised envy naturally emerged.
"If only I could play it, too."
They come from all walks of life, and many people are tortured by the plight of reality, and always have the idea of emptying their brains.
This game is a real second world!
They are willing to let go of all the constraints of reality and experience the new world in the game.
"If only I could play it, too."
The special power of sparks quickly gathered into a stream, passed through the world barrier, and came to Ethan Lawson on Sky Island.
"Hmm?" He grabbed a synthetic hamburger, "The power of faith... Where does the power of faith come from? From... Blue Star? This works?"
Ethan turned into a data stream and sneaked into the live broadcast room of [Reverse Smoking Like a God].
The Smoker is learning how to repair a specially modified motorcycle with the technical expert master.
"Master, do you mean that this motorcycle can fly into the sky?" The Smoker asked.
"To be precise, it's the ejection system," the technical expert master said seriously, "The jet pipe is rusted, but it doesn't matter, just change it. Do you want to try it? Turn on the lowest power."
The Smoker happily rode on the motorcycle with the jet pipe replaced: "Family, I'm going to fly!"
He turned to the maximum power.
"Hey!" The technical expert's heart skipped a beat.
Bang!
A faint blue tail flame spurted out from the rear of the motorcycle.
The fat man, shaking his head, and his motorcycle rushed up the ramp at an extremely fast speed, and then rushed into the sky.
The sunshine was so beautiful, and the tall buildings of Giant Spirit Glory in the distance could not stop the fat man's will to yearn for freedom.
He felt like a flying bird with six wings.
In the tall building, a female secretary who was looking out the window opened her mouth in surprise.
A prompt popped up on the motorcycle panel: The energy of the ejection system has been exhausted.
"Brother - can - fly - ah, ah -"
The bird fell to the ground.
Boom!
The panicked citizens fled in all directions.
Smoker pulled out a protective steel pipe that had pierced his body and staggered to his feet.
"Ha, this is fun." He said to himself.
[Life Points: 2]
A broken wheel of a motorcycle rolled to the door of the prison of the fourth district of Giant Glory.
[Welcome to watch the host's journey of self-destruction]
[One more time]
[Look at the expression of the host master (squinting smile)]
[Flying motorcycle and fat host]
The guard whose clothes were burned raised his gun without hesitation.
"I have warned you, cyber psychopath."
He fired a shot.
Bang!
The bullet grazed Smokey's shoulder and almost hit his head.
[Life Points: 1]
Smokey ran away.
"Stop right there!"
Bang!
Smokey turned into an alley and plunged into the garbage dump.
"Where are the people?" The guard looked around, "You are lucky."
The guard left.
After five minutes, Smoker was sure that the guard would not come back, so he poked his head out of the garbage.
"What is this? Glass bottle fragments," he slowly crawled out, "What is this sticky thing? Oh... Oh my!"
Although it was full of mosaics, Smoker could still see that it was a human corpse.
Next to this corpse, there was another one that looked like it had just cooled down.
[Ah this]
[Although it's not very polite and I can't see clearly, I still have to say: while it's hot]
"Two men," Smoker frowned, "No, three. And one of them has a broken head."
The corpse with a broken head was very strange. One of his palms was folded open, and there was a strange tube in his arm instead of a bone.
There were many unknown mechanical parts on his head, and he looked like a robot.
Smoker picked up the head of the mechanical man.
"I... am very happy..."
"Oh my!"
The head of the mechanical man suddenly spoke, and Smoker was so scared that he immediately threw the mechanical head out.
"I... failed..." the mechanical head stuttered, "Here comes... God... calls himself God... Hamburger... kind-hearted person... so rare..."
The mechanical head burst into an arc of electricity, and then stopped talking.
"This is too exciting," Smoker touched the mechanical head with his foot, "Who knows what happened? This half-robot said he met God?"
[According to my reasoning, the murderer must be one of the male corpses]
[How did you come to the conclusion about the one just now]
[Based on my intuition after watching High School Detective]
Smoker shook his head and walked out of the alley.
[Loading...]
[It has been detected that all players have reported to the assembly point, and the world mission is now issued]
[Mission: Occupy the warehouse area of Meizi Street]
[Each player will receive different rewards based on their contribution]