Translator: Sigma Editor: Sigma
"This, little brother, my words means nothing to you, does it?" Pan Feng opened his eyes wider, looking at Feng Bujue, "I told you the Derivatives are tremendous. Why do you want to see it? Wanna die? Now follow us to finish this scenario and leave, okay?"
"As you’ve just said, the Derivative level 4 in this scenario would be slightly stronger and smarter than Ashford," Feng Bujue said, "wouldn’t we be able to kill it?"
"Thing is, you guys don’t need to help us kill it," said Hua Xiong.
Little Tan showed a frightened countenance, looking at Feng Bujue and said, "True! We don’t need to go and kill it!"
"The reason why you said that we don’t need to do so is that even if we can kill the Derivative, it won’t be counted for any Quests or can help complete the scenario. But the risk will be pretty high, right?" asked Feng Bujue.
The other two nodded and replied in unison, "Yes!"
"Leaving aside the level or Skill Value or the other benefits; perhaps you guys have forgotten the most important thing that the game brings to players," Feng Bujue said.
"It’s… What’s that?"
"Joy," Feng Bujue smiled, "you’ve also mentioned that the chance players could meet the Derivative is very small. Perhaps there would be no second chance. Contrarily, I can play as many Multiplayer Survival Mode scenarios as I please. If I die, I can always do it all over again. What’s the problem?" He paused then continued, "It’s a rare chance that we could meet the Derivative, but I would just stand here and watch the two GMs kill the BOSS and finish the Main Quest. Then I would get my ass dragged out of the scenario. Isn’t it too boring? Normally, even if I’m going to die while struggling with the mobs in a scenario, it will be much better than just watch and do nothing."
Little Tan looked up at the sky. "Listening to you, I suddenly feel that it will be a very big loss if I don’t chase after that Derivative."
"True. Many people don’t even have a chance to meet it. What if we die in its hands?" Feng Bujue said, "just like you’ve played Contra for thousands of times, and now you are facing the last, powerful BOSS. Even if you are going to die, you will not go around and dodge it."
"Ah ha! Makes sense!" Little Tan said excitedly.
"This kid’s thinking is weird," Pan Feng whispered to Hua Xiong.
"He’s not only a weirdo. He is simply a (perverted) gentleman," Hua Xiong also lowered his voice.
"You two are still standing next to me. Do you really think that no one could hear your whispers?" Feng Bujue screamed out.
...
5:00 PM. The gun shop.
Feng Bujue and Wang Tanzhi were observing the death scene of the two other players.
Young Master Ji Bu and The Name Is Difficult To Choose had turned into white halos and disappeared for long. After the players had died, their bodies would definitely not be left behind in the scenario. In the same theory, if a player transformed into a monster due to a virus infection, when his time was over, he would turn into a white halo and disappear, leaving a zombie at his spot.
In short, the game producer would not let any dead bodies of players remain in the scenario under any kind of forms. Players would then turn into a white halo and leave or still be alive.
It would be hard to figure out how the Derivative had killed those two. However, after Feng Bujue had walked around the damaged couch which had a big puddle of blood for half an hour, he finally had some ideas, "They were sitting here with their guns. Each of them was watching a direction." He sat on the couch. "That’s why there are so many shells around the couch. The direction of the mobs’ blood splash also proves this." He looked at the general direction which The Name Is Difficult To Choose had watched over when he was still alive. "The Derivative came from that direction," he got up, walked straight to the cross in front of them and turned around, observing the road while walking back, "the Derivative should appear as a woman. At least, from a far distance, it didn’t look like a monster. Perhaps it was a pretty lady."
"How did you know that?" asked Little Tan.
"The blood stains on the ground are quite useful. If it walked on this road, it would definitely leave some shoe prints." Feng Bujue crouched down and observed the road. "There are traces of high heels here. Pretty clear." He lifted his head. "And, all the zombies on this street, no matter female or male, none of them are wearing high heels." He explained, "Apparently, the owner of these shoe prints is not here at this moment. It left right after having killed the two players."
Feng Bujue got up and took several steps back and forth. "10 steps away from the couch is where the shoe prints stop. This is the distance from which it had taken its attack," he walked to the couch again, "here, there’s a shoe print. It’s where she stood while attacking them." He turned around to estimate the distance of around 10 steps away. "Roughly seven meters. It could get there in just one jump, which proves that it isn’t as slow as the Bloody Zombie Wolves."
He got to the other end of the couch. "After having killed them, she left in the other direction. She left some traces as she had stepped on the blood."
"Jue-Ge," Little Tan asked, "you haven’t answered me yet. Does it have to be a pretty girl if it is wearing high heels?"
Feng Bujue answered, "Check the shoe prints when it came," he walked to the place which had the shoe prints again. "These traces came from ‘walking’, not ‘running’. And, it’s absolutely not the way the zombies move." He pointed to the ground. "From the stride and the depths of the shoe prints on the blood, she should be around 1.65 meters tall. She isn’t heavy; moreover, her gait could be considered elegant."
"Maybe it’s a monster who has an alluring walking posture," Little Tan continued.
"If there’s a monster wearing high heels or a man wearing high heels and slowly approaching you, are you sure you can be calm enough to wait until it’s 10 steps away from you?" Feng Bujue asked.
"Oh," Little Tan mused, "Yeah, that’s true."
"If the Derivative looked like a monster, The Name Is Difficult To Choose would have shot it sooner," Feng Bujue continued, "next, we will have two possibilities. First, the Derivative started to run and attack them."
"From the shoe prints, we can cross this situation," Little Tan said.
Feng Bujue said, "The second possibility... the Derivative slowly approached them. When it got to a suitable distance, it assaulted them." He paused for a while, "If so, The Name Is Difficult To Choose and Young Master Ji Bu wouldn’t have just sat there and waited as they had enough time to get up and back off while defending themselves."
"Perhaps the monster has super powers that kept them still on the couch?" Little Tan said.
"Well, then it flips over the possibility that the Derivative’s appearance is of a monster."
"Eh, this is also true," Little Tan said, "so if the Derivative was a woman, how are you so sure that she was a pretty lady?"
"Stop."
Feng Bujue smiled then continued, "Thus, what had happened was, they were sitting here and they saw a lady who didn't look like a monster coming to them." He sat down on the couch again. "When the Derivative was around 10 steps away, they finally figured out something was strange, and they decided to attack it first. However, it was too late to smell the danger with such a short distance. The Derivative instantly jumped and finished them." He caressed the torn leather couch. "This looks like the claw of Wolverine; moreover, besides those last shoe prints, there was no trace that shows that it had sped up."
""What do you mean?" asked Little Tan.
"If you don’t need the run, just tenderly jump forward, how far you could jump?" Feng Bujue asked.
"Two meters max."
"It could leap at least six meters."
"A…"
"After it had jumped over the distance of 10 steps, it instantly used some weapon that resembled claws or its own hands to tear the bodies of the two of them apart. The couch also got hit." Feng Bujue lifted his chin. "From this scene, that’s all we could know."
Little Tan raised his head, looking at Pan Feng and Hua Xiong lying low on a roof of a house not far from there. "Bros, please hurry up!"
The other two didn’t care about him and continued to chat.
Feng Bujue said, "Easy, they’ve said that if the Derivative appears within the radius of one kilometer, the system will notify them. Moreover, they can check the coordinates of the target on their map."
"I think this system is dumb enough. Why doesn’t it just give the coordinates of the Derivative to them?" Little Tan said.
"They said the Derivative is the ‘uncontrollable data’. It should have something to prevent the system from searching for it or interfering with it. If it could do what you said, the system could just use lightning to strike the Derivative to death. Isn’t it much easier? Why do they need to send the GMs to the scenarios to kill it?" Feng Bujue said, "And, from what these two have told us, we can’t trust them totally."
Little Tan’s visage changed. "What? They’ve lied to us?"
"Not like that. Perhaps they told the truth," Feng Bujue said, "however, they are just two normal workers, how could they be sure that what the managers of the Dream Inc. had told them are all true."
Translator: Sigma Editor: Sigma
"This, little brother, my words means nothing to you, does it?" Pan Feng opened his eyes wider, looking at Feng Bujue, "I told you the Derivatives are tremendous. Why do you want to see it? Wanna die? Now follow us to finish this scenario and leave, okay?"
"As you’ve just said, the Derivative level 4 in this scenario would be slightly stronger and smarter than Ashford," Feng Bujue said, "wouldn’t we be able to kill it?"
"Thing is, you guys don’t need to help us kill it," said Hua Xiong.
Little Tan showed a frightened countenance, looking at Feng Bujue and said, "True! We don’t need to go and kill it!"
"The reason why you said that we don’t need to do so is that even if we can kill the Derivative, it won’t be counted for any Quests or can help complete the scenario. But the risk will be pretty high, right?" asked Feng Bujue.
The other two nodded and replied in unison, "Yes!"
"Leaving aside the level or Skill Value or the other benefits; perhaps you guys have forgotten the most important thing that the game brings to players," Feng Bujue said.
"It’s… What’s that?"
"Joy," Feng Bujue smiled, "you’ve also mentioned that the chance players could meet the Derivative is very small. Perhaps there would be no second chance. Contrarily, I can play as many Multiplayer Survival Mode scenarios as I please. If I die, I can always do it all over again. What’s the problem?" He paused then continued, "It’s a rare chance that we could meet the Derivative, but I would just stand here and watch the two GMs kill the BOSS and finish the Main Quest. Then I would get my ass dragged out of the scenario. Isn’t it too boring? Normally, even if I’m going to die while struggling with the mobs in a scenario, it will be much better than just watch and do nothing."
Little Tan looked up at the sky. "Listening to you, I suddenly feel that it will be a very big loss if I don’t chase after that Derivative."
"True. Many people don’t even have a chance to meet it. What if we die in its hands?" Feng Bujue said, "just like you’ve played Contra for thousands of times, and now you are facing the last, powerful BOSS. Even if you are going to die, you will not go around and dodge it."
"Ah ha! Makes sense!" Little Tan said excitedly.
"This kid’s thinking is weird," Pan Feng whispered to Hua Xiong.
"He’s not only a weirdo. He is simply a (perverted) gentleman," Hua Xiong also lowered his voice.
"You two are still standing next to me. Do you really think that no one could hear your whispers?" Feng Bujue screamed out.
...
5:00 PM. The gun shop.
Feng Bujue and Wang Tanzhi were observing the death scene of the two other players.
Young Master Ji Bu and The Name Is Difficult To Choose had turned into white halos and disappeared for long. After the players had died, their bodies would definitely not be left behind in the scenario. In the same theory, if a player transformed into a monster due to a virus infection, when his time was over, he would turn into a white halo and disappear, leaving a zombie at his spot.
In short, the game producer would not let any dead bodies of players remain in the scenario under any kind of forms. Players would then turn into a white halo and leave or still be alive.
It would be hard to figure out how the Derivative had killed those two. However, after Feng Bujue had walked around the damaged couch which had a big puddle of blood for half an hour, he finally had some ideas, "They were sitting here with their guns. Each of them was watching a direction." He sat on the couch. "That’s why there are so many shells around the couch. The direction of the mobs’ blood splash also proves this." He looked at the general direction which The Name Is Difficult To Choose had watched over when he was still alive. "The Derivative came from that direction," he got up, walked straight to the cross in front of them and turned around, observing the road while walking back, "the Derivative should appear as a woman. At least, from a far distance, it didn’t look like a monster. Perhaps it was a pretty lady."
"How did you know that?" asked Little Tan.
"The blood stains on the ground are quite useful. If it walked on this road, it would definitely leave some shoe prints." Feng Bujue crouched down and observed the road. "There are traces of high heels here. Pretty clear." He lifted his head. "And, all the zombies on this street, no matter female or male, none of them are wearing high heels." He explained, "Apparently, the owner of these shoe prints is not here at this moment. It left right after having killed the two players."
Feng Bujue got up and took several steps back and forth. "10 steps away from the couch is where the shoe prints stop. This is the distance from which it had taken its attack," he walked to the couch again, "here, there’s a shoe print. It’s where she stood while attacking them." He turned around to estimate the distance of around 10 steps away. "Roughly seven meters. It could get there in just one jump, which proves that it isn’t as slow as the Bloody Zombie Wolves."
He got to the other end of the couch. "After having killed them, she left in the other direction. She left some traces as she had stepped on the blood."
"Jue-Ge," Little Tan asked, "you haven’t answered me yet. Does it have to be a pretty girl if it is wearing high heels?"
Feng Bujue answered, "Check the shoe prints when it came," he walked to the place which had the shoe prints again. "These traces came from ‘walking’, not ‘running’. And, it’s absolutely not the way the zombies move." He pointed to the ground. "From the stride and the depths of the shoe prints on the blood, she should be around 1.65 meters tall. She isn’t heavy; moreover, her gait could be considered elegant."
"Maybe it’s a monster who has an alluring walking posture," Little Tan continued.
"If there’s a monster wearing high heels or a man wearing high heels and slowly approaching you, are you sure you can be calm enough to wait until it’s 10 steps away from you?" Feng Bujue asked.
"Oh," Little Tan mused, "Yeah, that’s true."
"If the Derivative looked like a monster, The Name Is Difficult To Choose would have shot it sooner," Feng Bujue continued, "next, we will have two possibilities. First, the Derivative started to run and attack them."
"From the shoe prints, we can cross this situation," Little Tan said.
Feng Bujue said, "The second possibility... the Derivative slowly approached them. When it got to a suitable distance, it assaulted them." He paused for a while, "If so, The Name Is Difficult To Choose and Young Master Ji Bu wouldn’t have just sat there and waited as they had enough time to get up and back off while defending themselves."
"Perhaps the monster has super powers that kept them still on the couch?" Little Tan said.
"Well, then it flips over the possibility that the Derivative’s appearance is of a monster."
"Eh, this is also true," Little Tan said, "so if the Derivative was a woman, how are you so sure that she was a pretty lady?"
"Stop."
Feng Bujue smiled then continued, "Thus, what had happened was, they were sitting here and they saw a lady who didn't look like a monster coming to them." He sat down on the couch again. "When the Derivative was around 10 steps away, they finally figured out something was strange, and they decided to attack it first. However, it was too late to smell the danger with such a short distance. The Derivative instantly jumped and finished them." He caressed the torn leather couch. "This looks like the claw of Wolverine; moreover, besides those last shoe prints, there was no trace that shows that it had sped up."
""What do you mean?" asked Little Tan.
"If you don’t need the run, just tenderly jump forward, how far you could jump?" Feng Bujue asked.
"Two meters max."
"It could leap at least six meters."
"A…"
"After it had jumped over the distance of 10 steps, it instantly used some weapon that resembled claws or its own hands to tear the bodies of the two of them apart. The couch also got hit." Feng Bujue lifted his chin. "From this scene, that’s all we could know."
Little Tan raised his head, looking at Pan Feng and Hua Xiong lying low on a roof of a house not far from there. "Bros, please hurry up!"
The other two didn’t care about him and continued to chat.
Feng Bujue said, "Easy, they’ve said that if the Derivative appears within the radius of one kilometer, the system will notify them. Moreover, they can check the coordinates of the target on their map."
"I think this system is dumb enough. Why doesn’t it just give the coordinates of the Derivative to them?" Little Tan said.
"They said the Derivative is the ‘uncontrollable data’. It should have something to prevent the system from searching for it or interfering with it. If it could do what you said, the system could just use lightning to strike the Derivative to death. Isn’t it much easier? Why do they need to send the GMs to the scenarios to kill it?" Feng Bujue said, "And, from what these two have told us, we can’t trust them totally."
Little Tan’s visage changed. "What? They’ve lied to us?"
"Not like that. Perhaps they told the truth," Feng Bujue said, "however, they are just two normal workers, how could they be sure that what the managers of the Dream Inc. had told them are all true."
