MTL - Weird Deep-sea Game, I Can Fish Without Limit-Chapter 248 Harvest Alliance, the hand behind the scenes

  Chapter 248 Harvesting the Alliance, the hand behind the scenes

   Wasteland In the desert at night, the icy wind blows.

  At midnight on September 30th, the sky was crushed by a world of wasteland where the moon had fallen.

  In a desert full of rust and yellow sand, there is a player camp with a few dim lights.

  X stood alone, thinking about his own plan, surrounded by a dozen first-level players who were afraid and did not dare to disturb him.

  Because the current game cycle is coming to an end, players in the camp are seriously preparing for their return.

   It was midnight at this time, and there was an occasional cold night wind blowing.

  The wind blew up the rustling yellow sand, scratched the shoes and trousers rough, and the wind also brought a smell of motor oil, which came from the vehicles parked in the camp.

  In addition to this, there is a smell of feces and urine, as well as a retching body odor, which came from the aborigines who were locked in cages.

  Looking at the situation in front of him, the natives who were reduced to food, and the players who prepared seriously, X felt extremely ironic.

  He has smuggled into the Peaceful World, and he has also seen players in the Peaceful World, such as the player in the research institute.

  Recalling the previous experience and their safe and prosperous life, X gritted his teeth and snorted coldly.

  He thinks that the peaceful world of the players in the research institute makes them never notice a small thing that players have to go through.

  That is the uncomfortable state of weightlessness, dizziness, and heart palpitations caused by changing the game cycle, returning or traveling, and switching bodies.

  As a first-level player with limited strength, when the cycle changes, the uncomfortable physical state will last for five to ten seconds.

  In a peaceful world, where the surrounding environment is very safe, the adjustment time of five to ten seconds is nothing at all.

  Those people spend more time in bed in the morning, or dally pouring a cup of tea, or making a cup of coffee.

   But what about the wasteland world that is full of dangers and wars?

   What's more, if it is in battle, what does the window period of five to ten seconds mean?

  As far as the Falling Moon world is concerned, although the player organization has already controlled most of the cities and bases, it is impossible for the indigenous people to be willing to be reduced to food.

  Therefore, there have always been some indigenous forces hiding in the dark, or building private bases underground, intending to resist.

  But maybe it’s because of the long time of “dealing” that the natives discovered that players would collectively feel unwell at midnight in the middle of the month and at the end of the month.

  Because of this discovery, there have been several incidents in recent months. The natives of the falling moon world will attack the player camp every midnight at the end of the month.

   Gradually, they even mastered the time and rules.

   If a few months ago, when the weapons and supplies were similar, the natives would definitely not be able to compare with the players, and they would only lose every battle.

  But now they have discovered the player's weakness. As long as the deployment and cooperation are effective, and only attack small-scale camps, there is already a possibility of success.

  Because of the changes of the natives, correspondingly, players have also begun to beware, so they must be prepared every time the game cycle changes.

  A desert camp under the broken moon, eight or nine players walked out of the lighted tent.

   These eight or nine players jumped into the trench one after another. They are the backbone of this camp, and there is no need to keep watch tonight.

  Although the trenches are crowded with people like the tents, the trenches are better at concealment. If there is an indigenous attack at midnight, the trenches will protect their safety.

  Except for the eight or nine players who entered the trenches, there are still six players outside the trenches in the camp.

  They are the weakest and are arranged to watch the night when the game cycle changes.

  In the camp with dimly lit light bulbs, the six of them were scattered in various locations, guarding the camp front, back, left, and right with guns in hand.

   Or to put it bluntly, if an accident occurs, they will be the first to attract firepower and buy time for the backbone of the trench.

  As for the leader of this camp, that is, the only second-level player X.

  He has an independent, more concealed, and safer trench, and five meters away from the trench, there is also a pickup truck with modified armor, which is prepared for him and exclusively for him.

  Although as a second-level player, the weakness and discomfort caused by the game cycle change only lasted three to five seconds for him.

  In fact, if there was an attack on the hour, he must be the first person to react in this camp.

  However, the wasteland world, which has completely lost its order, has nakedly divided people into different classes.

  As long as the strength is strong enough and the status is high enough, then you will have the most resources to survive.

   And if the strength is weak, then the usable value is to act as cannon fodder, just like an alarm bell, reminding capable players before the battle that it is time to fight.

   As for the last, those who have no strength, such as the natives who can't fight in the falling moon world, have to live in cages and give blood at the right time to let the capable people live.

"Ah."

  X admits that the self who has always been strong and has the best resources has never paid attention to some things, and there is no need to pay attention to these things.

   But now, I went to the endless sea world, lost the core of the earth, it is difficult to upgrade to a third-level player, and I am controlled by others...

  X, who is already uncoordinated, looks around, just a small transit camp, showing the class and the law of the jungle to the fullest.

  Players in the peaceful world, players in the wasteland world, players of different levels in the wasteland world, and natives, each type of people has a different life and different treatment.

  X somewhat began to empathize.

  Enter your own independent trench, where it is safe, clean, without the smell of collective trenches, and all kinds of excrement from those people's vulgar spoofs.

   Can't tell exactly why, X suddenly wants to hold on to everything he has now.

   Not to prevent the end of the world, the end of the world may be very close, but it is far away for a single person, because it is not a matter of one person at all.

  And all of this, X touching the inner wall of the trench, clean and independent trenches, dedicated pickups nearby, countless first-level players, and the awe of some second-level players, these are the things closest to me.

  X knows, he can't lose these.

  If his superior, the elders' house organized by the player, knows that he has lost the core of the earth, he will not be able to complete the contribution task from now on, and the road to the third-level player will be cut off.

   Then, from now on, he might have to squeeze into the dirty collective trenches with those first-level players.

   What's more, if the House of Elders knows that he is still controlled by players from other worlds, then...

  Looking at the cages where the aborigines were kept in the camp, X knew that being reduced to food was his destination.

  So, compared with these two endings, it is worth paying a high price.

  The tattered climax, on the system interface, the countdown to the last ten seconds of this cycle begins.

  X Take a deep breath and get ready.

  The spell that controls the growth of the tree seeds in his inner body will be automatically cast every twenty minutes starting from midnight.

   That is to say, after the new cycle starts, he only has 20 minutes.

   As long as 20 minutes passed, he did not appear at the location designated by the research institute, and he was not given the spell to stop the growth, the tree seeds in his body would germinate.

   And every twenty minutes, as the growth spell is cast again, the sapling in his body will grow a little more and become stronger.

  This weird thing will never let him die, but it will make him worse than death.

  The feeling of being tortured yesterday resurfaced, and X felt chills all over his body.

  He opened the system backpack, used the world ladder, and then the system popped up an interface.

   There is a world of smuggling destinations on the interface, as well as the specific location to be reached.

  X first entered ΦT01 in the column of the smuggling destination, which is the number of the world he is going to.

   Immediately afterwards, he entered Mount Uranus in the column for the specific location.

  After he finished all this, the ten-second countdown ended, the system prompted, and a new game cycle began.

  Perhaps it was because of his poor physical condition. This time, when he came back, X was dizzy and palpitated for five seconds.

  The physical discomfort subsided, X opened his eyes, and he has returned to his native player world.

  Brick and stone house, thick iron gate, this is a safe house, outside the house is also endlessly cold, and there is wasteland where not a single blade of grass grows.

   Because of the forced formation of player organizations, they don't care about world rules and costs.

  X's game world and the player world, except for the slight difference in the falling moon in the sky, are infinitely close in other respects.

   Time was running out, X didn’t care about anything else, and when his body just recovered, he used the world ladder with the address already filled in.

  The next second, X disappears in the safe house.

  The soft breeze blows on the face, the warm sun shines on the body, and a scent of flowers and grass enters the nose.

   After another five seconds of smuggling discomfort, X opened his eyes.

  At this time, in front of his eyes was a lush greenery, with exotic flowers and plants everywhere, and birds and butterflies flying around.

  Not far ahead, the clear spring stream flows through the dense grass, and the spring water falling all the way from the mountain is playing a pleasant sound.

  Above the creek is a stone bridge with simple appearance but exquisite workmanship.

   All these beauties, just looking at X, feel that it is the ultimate enjoyment.

  There is no wasteland's coldness and dryness, nor the wasteland's motor oil smell and endless stench.

  There is only moist air that nourishes the skin, and warm sunlight that drives away the cold.

  In this kind of world, X really wanted to lie down and bask in the sun.

  Unfortunately, when he arrived, the two guards in black in front raised their guns.

  X has seen this kind of guns before, their appearance is not as cool as the mourning bird, but the function is much more advanced than the mourning bird.

  These guns have target recognition and locking functions. As long as they are locked, the bullets that will explode in the brain will always track the target, even if X uses skill particles to escape.

  At this point, for X, the twenty-minute countdown has begun.

  Although he was pressed for time, he was pointed at by a gun and dared not move. He only raised his hands in a gesture of surrender, and waited for the guard to speak.

   "Did you come here a while ago? I've seen you, X from the Moonfall?"

  A black-clothed guard asked.

   "Yes, I just came here a few days ago."

   Seeing that the other party had an impression, X was relieved.

   "Then what are you doing here? Is the Harvest Alliance someone like you who comes whenever you want?"

  Another guard is visibly displeased.

   X, who was mocked and looked down upon, dared not say anything. This is where the headquarters of the Harvest Alliance is located—Mount Uranus.

  The two guards in front of me are members of the Harvest Alliance. Even if they are both second-level players, their strength is much stronger than X because of their world level.

   Not to mention, they also have more advanced weapons.

   "Please calm down, please listen to me first. Although I am not a member of the Harvest Alliance, I also serve Mr. Greedy Wolf.

  In the last cycle, I was in a fifth-level world, and I found a clue that was extremely important to Mr. Tanlang. "

  X immediately explained and begged, fearing that the other party would not believe it, and said that he owed the contribution to the Harvest Alliance, and there was interest.

  After listening to X's explanation, the two guards remembered that this was the case.

   "Are you talking about a fifth-level world?"

  A guard asked in confirmation, it seemed that he didn't quite believe it.

  The fifth-level world is the highest-level world in the known world.

  It is said that they were the first worlds created by the Chuangshi God. They are rare in number, and each has a very long history.

  In their long history, there have been countless variables and countless uncertain things.

  No one can tell what those things are, but everyone in the Harvest Alliance knows that the fifth-level world is full of dangers.

   "It's really a fifth-level world, it's true!"

  The anxious time in his heart was running out every minute, X immediately replied.

  Seeing that he was very determined, the two guards looked at each other hesitantly, knowing that the leader Tan Lang attached great importance to the fifth-level world, so they stopped blocking and let X go.

  The fifth-level world is full of dangers, but the guards also understand that under the dangers, it is full of opportunities.

   It's just an opportunity in the fifth-level world, not for them, the second-level players.

  They have no qualifications and no strength.

   Only third-level players who have obtained the godhead are eligible to seek those opportunities.

   Only third-level players who have integrated their godheads to a certain degree, such as Tanlang, the leader of the Harvest Alliance, have the strength to benefit from those opportunities.

   X galloped all the way up the mountain path like a paradise.

  In order to save time, whenever he has enough energy, he uses particles to escape and go up the mountain more quickly.

  His destination is the majestic palace on the top of the mountain, where Tanlang, the leader of the Harvest Alliance, is located.

  The name of this mountain is Uranus, which was named by Tanlang. It is said that it was originally the name of the first generation of God King in the world Tanlang experienced.

  Under the control of Greedy Wolf, who has the godhead and can manipulate nature, Uranus is like spring all the year round.

  According to rumors, Tanlang has already fused the godhead to 800 points, with his current ability, it is enough to control the sun and the moon.

  X looked up at Nuan Yang, he knew that the rumors were true.

  At this time, the game cycle has just changed, and it is midnight, but the sun is still hanging on Mount Uranus, but this has nothing to do with the time zones of the eastern and western hemispheres.

  Everyone knows that as long as Tanlang thinks, there will always be a warm sun here.

  Heavy sigh, X feels uncomfortable, if he is also a third-level player, he will also integrate the godhead to 800 points.

  Then the two wasteland worlds he lives in can be as beautiful as Mount Uranus, and the unlucky falling moon will never fall.

But…

   Knowing clearly the purpose of his trip, X didn't think too much about it. This time, he had to use the news of the Lava Lord of the Endless Sea in exchange for Greedy Wolf to remove the tree seeds in his body.

  Flying all the way up the mountain, finally, X came to the palace on the top of the mountain, and was inevitably questioned by the guards again.

   After wasting some time again, X was finally led into the palace.

  Different from the majestic exterior, Tanlang's palace is actually a solemn and minimalist gray and black style.

   This contrast is like Tanlang himself and his name.

  At the beginning, before seeing Tanlang for the first time, X thought that he would be a strong man similar to himself, with muscles all over his body and even a scar on his face.

  But when X really saw Tanlang, he found that the other party was actually a gentle, very gentle young man.

  At this time, following the guide, X walked into a palace hall with a height of nearly 20 meters.

  Looking around, the overall tone of this hall is solemn black, black floor, black stone pillars, and black walls.

  Sunlight penetrates from the top of the hall and the high windows around it, making the blackness here even more oppressive.

  In the direction of the main seat of the hall illuminated by sunlight, there is a high platform accessible by steps.

  The high platform has a huge area, but the decoration is extremely simple. There is only a simple yet majestic high-back chair.

  On the chair, the gentle Tanlang was sitting on it with a calm expression.

  He lowered his eyes and looked down the steps in front of him, where a man was kneeling.

  The man looks a little old and has a rich face, but at the moment he is shaking like a sieve.

  Seeing this scene, X's heart skipped a beat, and he screamed inwardly. Obviously, Tanlang is dealing with a matter now, and he can only wait on the sidelines.

  What to do, he only has 20 minutes, and a lot of time has been wasted ahead.

  However, the instinct to avoid danger reminds X that here, even if he grows saplings, he cannot interrupt that gentle-looking young man.

   Helpless, X can only stand on both sides of the hall like Tanlang's other men at the moment.

   He was so anxious that he subconsciously looked at the man kneeling in the middle.

   It was very strange, X suddenly felt that this man looked familiar, he should have seen it somewhere.

   And at this moment, a voice came from above the high platform:

   "A godhead contaminated by filth can be exchanged for 200 contribution points, in other words, 200 points of godhead fusion.

   What a pity, you made me miss the lava lord in Wind's Rest for your own benefit.

  You swore an oath never to betray me, but you didn't keep your oath.

  So now, what do you think I should do with you, my lord king? "

   There was no harshness, Tanlang's voice was soft, even with a smile.

   But these words fell into the ears of the man kneeling on the ground, but he couldn't stand on his knees, and collapsed to the ground.

   On the other side, X, who also heard this, widened his eyes in shock, and he was almost dazed.

  Looking at the man lying on the ground again, X suddenly remembered that this man is the king of the endless sea!

  During the days when he was in the Endless Sea in the last cycle, he did see his portrait on banknotes.

  'Level 5 world, the king of the endless sea is actually a player!

  And this player is also involved with Tanlang, suspected to be his subordinate!

   Not only that, but also, it turns out that Greedy Wolf has long known about the Lava Lord, and he has already reached out to the endless sea. '

  X, with his brain down, couldn't figure out what he should do now.

   At this moment, the king who was lying on the ground raised his head humbly, and explained tremblingly:

   "Mr. Greedy Wolf, it's Penrose Fell, the governor, he's too cunning, he lied to me!

   And I also found that there are other variables in this matter, someone is also eyeing the lava lord, I can explain it, listen to me! "

   Did Tanlang allow the king to explain, X has no intention to hear clearly.

  Because the "Penrose Fell" mentioned by the king just now, and the names and words "Governor", have made all of X's luck shattered.

   It turned out that Tanlang also participated behind the scenes in what I experienced in the endless sea last cycle.

  (end of this chapter)