Chapter 203: The Settled Game and the Confrontation Starting Again

, The Genie Starting from Marvel

While Frank was trying to track, the fire in the bonfire at the birth point suddenly jumped upward, clearly much more vigorous than just now.

The Dark Souls world consciousness was pleasantly surprised to find that it finally had a transaction that didn't lose money, and even earned a little bit.

According to the current number of game players and the cost invested by Dark Souls for average calculation, every time a wretch is generated, every time one dies, it is actually losing money in terms of emotion coins. Of course, this is under the premise of not considering the characteristic of "humanity" as a necessity for this world.

But to put it in simpler words, it is that even if it knows it is losing money, it must buy it. It is just like food is expensive, but people have to eat it. It is a necessity, no choice.

"Very good, let me see who made the contribution."

The world consciousness reverse-retrieved the area where the event occurred through the fire and also saw a group of wretches who were retreating rapidly and Gundyr who was beaten halfway.

After knowing the cause and effect, the world consciousness didn't feel happy at all.

Moving Gundyr back to burn once is about the same harvest as Thor dying once, and there is no need to prepare another body for Thor. This is also fine, but more importantly, the sneak attackers destroyed the design of the world consciousness.

This world is very vast. If the world consciousness wants to rely on pitting game players to recover, it is basically talking nonsense.

Unless it can pull over 100 million players, but by then, the Ancient One will have to come to the door, so it wants game players to bring all the kindling back and burn it once.

Now it's good. With this conflict, other players have to be careful about cold arrows shot from behind when attacking various bosses. The recycling work of kindling will definitely be affected not a little. Moreover, internal conflicts will inevitably lead to more casualties, which also indirectly increases the burden on world consciousness.

Don't forget, it is currently operating at a loss.

"Disgusting, despicable people." The world consciousness locked its gaze on the sneak attackers, preparing to mark them. This group of guys needs to be focused on. If it really doesn't work, it has to find an opportunity to ban them.

Just when the power fell on them, a power that the world consciousness was familiar with and disgusted with bloomed, directly bouncing the power of the world consciousness away.

A pendant on the neck of the leader of the sneak attackers emitted black light, and that repulsive force was emitted from the pendant.

"Dark Ring!" The world consciousness stared fiercely at that pendant.

The entire Dark Souls world becoming like this has a lot to do with the Dark Ring. This thing has distorted the world consciousness's attempts to save the world many times, pushing civilization to slide rapidly toward the abyss.

The leader seemed to have received some kind of prompt, and his right hand pressed on the Dark Ring, and the black ripples that bloomed covered the entire small hillside.

After the ripples dissipated, the world consciousness could no longer find their traces.

In this situation, the world consciousness calmed down instead. The Dark Ring shielding its exploration was not the first time it had appeared. These were ways of application invented by guys

Clearly, there were forces unwilling to see this world gradually recover, and the game of chess that had been paused for a hundred years was about to begin once again.

But this time, the World Consciousness would no longer be fighting alone.

"Then let us see who will be the one laughing at the end."

The World Consciousness returned to the bonfire. He could imagine that the Abyss power supported by the Dark Dimension would soon return, and there would not be much time left for stable development.

At the top of the hillside, Frank stood there. There were indeed traps along the way, but perhaps because of Thor's counterattack, those traps seemed somewhat incompatible with the environment, and their effects were not very good.

After searching for a while, Frank saw a trace of wriggling flesh in a crevice smashed open by the long-handled axe.

Wretches would not leave such things behind when injured or killed; they would only explode into a pile of ash, just like Thor.

Therefore... among the ambushers, there existed those who were not Wretches and not game players.

Furthermore, this trace of flesh made Frank feel a bit familiar; his intuition told him he had seen it somewhere before.

"Secret Prayer..."

Frank muttered the name of Woody's faction. Although there was no evidence, Frank felt that this definitely had something to do with them.

After all, for such filthy things to exist and carry a certain sense of familiarity, Frank could only think of the Secret Prayer.

After making a preliminary judgment about the enemy, Frank prepared to log off. After a brief wait, Frank vanished from the hillside.

At Thor's home, Frank took off his helmet and saw Thor standing by the window, looking outside and wondering what he was thinking, while Peter sat on a chair, watching Thor.

"What's the situation?" Frank mouthed to Peter.

Peter shook his head; he didn't know what was going on either. After the game character died, Thor's condition was completely different from everyone else's.

"I'm fine." Thor turned around and tugged at his collar. His mood didn't seem low at all; on the contrary, one could clearly feel the suppressed anger in his heart. "Any leads?"

"It might be related to the Secret Prayer, but it's unclear how many of them are in the game," Frank said, looking at Thor.

"We can always find out. Although Soul Arrow is a basic magic, being able to release so many at this point must rely on some kind of equipment." Thor sat by the computer. "We don't have leads, but with so many game players, someone is bound to know."

"Some of them might not be game players, but people who snuck into that world through other methods," Frank reminded him.

"That's even better. Game players can resurrect infinitely; to cut the weeds and dig up the roots, one has to find the original body in reality. Now it's even more convenient," Thor continued. "I must drag those guys out!"

Frank was just about to say something else when his phone suddenly rang. He glanced at the display; it was a call from Rogers.

He stood up and walked to the window.

"Hello, what happened again?" Frank asked.

"No, did something happen on your end just now?" Rogers asked in return.

"Why do you ask?"

"Mjolnir moved rapidly toward New York for over ten kilometers, with lightning and thunder all the way, and then suddenly fell and returned to calm." Rogers briefly described the situation.

Frank turned his head and glanced at Thor, who was contacting other game players. "Nothing major. I'll write a report for you later."

"Fine, just submit it directly to the Supervisory Council when you're done. I'm too busy here to look at it; everyone comes to me for everything, I'm exhausted," Rogers said, hanging up the phone.

Frank tapped his fingers on the windowsill. Thor had received a severe shock; had his power seemingly recovered a little just now?