Chapter 46: The 'Trustworthy' Player

Opening his eyes and looking at the now-unfamiliar ceiling, the first thing Li Ang felt was not nostalgia, but 'Death' spreading within his own body, devouring the little vitality he had left.

However, to be honest, for Li Ang, this state was already quite familiar.

The power of Magic flowed within his emaciated body, anchoring the state of 'Death' itself inside his frame, then manipulating the Magic within him to make his body stand up like a puppet, and then he began to stand up and devour the energy bars left behind.

The feeling of manipulating his own body was, to be honest, not much different from manipulating his body when he was normally alive; for Li Ang, Magic was no longer much different from his instincts.

He mobilized his Magic, spurred his body's digestion, and then drew life elements from this biological instinct to neutralize the death.

If one wants to survive in the simplest way possible while balancing science and Magic, this is how it is done now.

"How convenient... It's a pity, it would be even better if it were a bit more convenient."

Feeling the Magic power overflowing within his body, a sigh escaped Li Ang's withered vocal cords.

He didn't even need much water or material; he just needed to be like this, and after a few days or weeks, come back to replenish the body's elemental balance. As for the brittleness of his body caused by long periods of immobility and the loss of elements, that was not within Li Ang's scope of consideration.

Since he already had Magic, why care so much about a fragile Human body? Although he was gentle toward his subjects and followed their wishes, Li Ang didn't have much attachment to his own body.

As long as it could maintain basic living and not affect his subsequent plans, that was enough.

"Being too thin doesn't seem good either; the mass itself cannot be concealed..."

Looking in the mirror at his skeleton-like appearance, with only his pupils shining with brilliant light, Li Ang touched his chin, then began to mobilize the Wind of Life, accelerating the food he had just eaten into flesh and blood.

While waiting for the flesh and bones to refill with elements and stuffing back the Winds of Magic and magical elements leaking out from everywhere on his body, Li Ang was not idle. He still remembered what he needed to do, walked straight to the computer, turned it back on, and logged into the player forum.

The system notifications on his account were already a sea of red.

Because the customs and brief maps regarding Norsca that Li Ang had posted, along with a series of legends and related arguments concerning the Broken Lands, had already caused players to start tilting resources toward the Chivalrous Expedition.

But 'Player Li Ang, please make contact after waking up. After we confirm your location and message, we will do our utmost to rescue you.

——Forum Operations Group'

Hooked.

Glancing at the appended communication methods and precautions, he raised an eyebrow.

Using the Wind of Life to smooth out the Wind of Death within his body, although Li Ang's frame remained thin, the concept of death had begun to recede from him.

His body began to gradually swell, and the flesh that had been torn to reveal its magical structure began to interweave and mend itself. The elements of life were poured back into his body, causing Li Ang to gradually add color to his originally alarming, lich-like persona.

Before long, he had transformed back into the appearance of a somewhat thin and weary captive with a Norscan style.

This was exactly what Li Ang wanted everyone to see; it would add quite a bit of persuasiveness to his words.

The power of Magic is truly that great.

To be honest, Li Ang had initially thought that when he returned, there would definitely be a group of people surrounding his bed staring at him, and then conducting an interrogation. But he hadn't expected this group of people to be unexpectedly observant of the rules.

Or was it that this otherworld, in the overall assessment, had not received much attention, so no one was specifically assigned to keep an eye on him? After all, when it came down to it, for the people of this world, while that world was indeed exciting, what mattered was life here.

After confirming through the mirror that his disguise had no issues, Li Ang cleared his throat, his voice becoming weary yet filled with a hint of hope.

Subsequently, he picked up his phone and dialed that number.

Before the ringtone on the phone had even finished once, the other party picked up. And Li Ang, with a calm face, pretended to be impatient and said loudly: "I have already returned to the real world, when can you come to pick me up?! I have been waiting for a long time, those Norscans have already started to get suspicious! They really will kill me!"...

"——That is exactly why we cannot save him. We absolutely must not rescue him from the Norsca Peninsula!"

The captain of the Cruiser Emperor's Hammer, known as the luckiest player and currently one of the representatives of the player guild, was tapping the table with a gloomy face in the conference room, saying in a low voice to the people around him:

"He is the only player we can currently reach who is in the deepest part of the Norsca Peninsula and can point out the surrounding landmarks in detail. Ever since that user of Dragon Strength died, our understanding of the Norsca Peninsula has been pieced together; only he can truly provide detailed information within the region.

Indeed, he is miserable and really wants to come back. But we must make him provide more information.

A Norscan Warband that actually communicates with captives and is even relatively friendly, located deep within the Hell Peaks as we know them—this is a huge opportunity for us."

The red-haired captain tapped the table, looked at the pondering players around him, and gradually raised his voice to show the importance of his opinion.

"The luckiest thing is that the kid named Li Ang just happens to know the Norscan Language! In the past, the people we sent over died faster than anyone else precisely because of the language barrier. But he knows it. If this isn't a heaven-sent bridge, what is? And he is a Norscan player worthy of trust. In that kind of place, he had no choice to begin with.

We can say we are helping him return, but in reality, we are here to extract his information and data. The cultural conditions and geographical information he possesses are far too important, far more important than the maps we have.

In fact, he must become our nail, driven deep into the Norsca region.

It is precisely because the news he transmitted corroborates with our own that we are sitting here planning to participate in the Chivalrous Expedition, isn't it?"

Tapping the table, this hot-tempered captain glared at a lady who had just suggested saving Li Ang.

"We carry the responsibility of tens of thousands of players! Therefore, he must, and definitely will, stay on the Norsca Peninsula to serve us. Being able to become our mouthpiece should be this player's honor. As long as our Chivalrous Expedition succeeds, we can use the geographical information he provides to conquer the Norsca Peninsula.

The places occupied by the Raiders, according to descriptions and records, actually all have the potential to be developed. And although they are powerful, they have absolutely no organizational structure; isn't this the opportunity we need? This world is already overcrowded, we can only take our land from the relatively weakest bandits, can't we? We just need to bring him to reality to describe the region and relevant data, and we only need to send people to conquer it."

The red-haired captain was imposing, overwhelming the voices in the conference room.

Although they didn't speak, the many players present nodded, and even some official figures standing in the back showed an approving expression toward the captain.

They thought the same thing.

Although that Li Ang's identity had not been verified, both the posts he published and the arguments he put forward were detailed things that only a local could know. Since that was the case, why save him instead of continuing to use him to death? They happened to lack knowledge about the Norsca Peninsula and would need to raid the Norsca Tribe in the future. And now, there happened to be a wandering Norsca Tribe that also had this player captive; wasn't this a match made in heaven? Sacrificing one player's freedom to bring happiness to the lives of all future players was a very cost-effective deal.

As for deception, no one present had even thought of that.

People live in the real world, and that side is the player otherworld; what is the point of deception? You have to live in this world after all.

All the players thought this as a matter of course and had no cautious thoughts about Li Ang's existence. They also naturally assumed their arrangements were flawless; such is the authority from the top down.

"Then just bring him to the base and keep him under observation. It's a good way to appease him while also monitoring and recording data."

The official personnel looked at those in the conference room and naturally delivered the conclusion.

Quite naturally, no one opposed this judgment.

Everything was under control. Just waiting for the data.

They thought to themselves.

(End of chapter)