Disguise Players (Unlimited)

[There are three copies left! The cover is a plot illustration] The evil god comes to the world, uses games to select his son, and bestows him with supreme divine power and grace. People paid homage, sang praises, and competed to be players. For this reason, they ceded territories and became vassals, and hundreds of schools competed. But this has nothing to do with you, because you are a social animal and work in the most humble class. Your colleagues look down on you, your boss gives you work, and your boss makes you go on a business trip. No one thinks there's anything special about you. Until one day, players broke into your community in order to obtain treasure rankings. They are favored by the gods, have top-notch equipment, and are extremely popular. They used rockets to launch janitors into the sky and pried open thousands of homes to raid them. They are like gods descending and strong winds are passing by, and they are sure to win this championship. Then the group was destroyed in your home. * When the gods in high heaven were killed by you and fell into the dusk of the Sun River, they suddenly remembered your name. A name long dead. "Back then, the evil gods invaded and the world was overturned. Fortunately, a hero came into the world to turn the tide, splitting stars and burning snow, and wearing white clothes, slashing the red moon." "It's a pity that after trying their best, they were defeated in the end. They hugged each other and died in that dark and heavy snow..." #Between the filth and beauty is the spring they have never met. # * The third person of the text, an absolutely rational person with high IQ who takes the initiative to fall from the altar (Shou) vs. A late-blooming old hooligan (Geng), Gong is an outsider * Small theater: Every time he goes to bed, Gong has to work very hard to maintain his human form. He knows that Shou is mysophobic and his monster appearance will most likely be disliked. But his blood rushed to the brain, and he couldn't help but change back to his original shape. The slippery tentacles penetrated everywhere, causing the sufferer to collapse abnormally. Drinking made him faint, and Gong realized that it was all because of the alcohol he drank that day. He always thought that he had a good drinking capacity, and human alcohol was no different from plain water in his mouth. However, in order to maintain his pure image, Gong decided to quit drinking. He quit, he's fine, he won't change, he finally spent the night with his wife like a normal human being. However, the good times did not last long, and within a few days of the good night, Gong showed his true form again, with thick tentacles everywhere, and his wife even cried. Afterwards, Gong felt ashamed and doubted his life. He has given up drinking, so how can he still transform? And it changes every once in a while. Although his wife doesn't really blame him... But he is still very distressed. He seeks medical advice everywhere, but he can't find a solution. It is even suspected that someone poisoned him, because he is an alien monster and he cannot taste alcohol, and there are so many people who like his wife. There is no guarantee that someone will not want to murder him and take the opportunity to usurp the throne! The more Gong thought about it, the more it made sense, so one day, he pretended to go out and came back to investigate quietly. ——Then he saw his wife pouring a lethal amount of alcohol into the dinner prepared for him without expression. * Weibo@CrazyCrazyCrazyRabbit Copywriting 2024.05.15 Please do not steal the news Food guide: 0. There is no live broadcast and no barrage. The main storyline and emotions run through all copies. It is not recommended to jump. 1. Main subject, controlled field, intellectual ceiling 2. There are many long-term foreshadowings, please do not spoil the story in this paragraph, thank you! 3. There are other single arrows that I like to accept 4. The fictional world is purely fictitious. Please do not imitate game behavior in reality. ---------- ★Kangkang's pre-release of the next book "The Boss Hides His Big Tentacles"★ I'm a romance game designer. My job assigned by the system is: cheat Krypton, cheat Krypton, cheat Krypton hard! I worked diligently until I retired, and as a rule I was able to receive a generous pension and a husband of my choice. But the system obviously wanted to default on the debt and extended my contract for another thirty years. So I blew up the system. Following the turbulence of space collapse, I rushed into the game, preparing to steal a husband and run away. I found the man of my dreams. I remember that there was a super SSR boss in the design department that had not yet been released. The sound is more sublime than any previous version, the bionics are better than any previous version, and the painting style is also unprecedentedly beautiful. The kind that you can't get even if you don't spend millions of krypton - look at this face! These chest muscles! Such long legs! It must be him! Probably the design has not been completed yet, and the boss is still sleeping. Tsk, even XXXXL is a shape I can't hold (shy) I touched and touched, and then I touched a bunch of tentacles behind the boss. The tentacles slowly wrapped around my arm. A silky and warm Yazi. ...? It's a new skin I've never seen before (sure Time was running out, so I stuffed the person into a sack, picked it up and ran away. Ha, this is a rubbish system. You owe me wages. I am stuck in retirement. Goodbye~ * At this time, in the infinite horror world next to the love game world—— The players are crying for their fathers and mothers. They have fallen into a certain death situation. Inside that pitch-black copper door, the evil god's full-screen killing intent was about to come out. Any resurrection props, teleportation devices, or invincible skills are useless. It is the most terrifying disaster in the history of the game. The kind that the system is powerless to do anything about. Then the players cried for ten minutes. I cried for another ten minutes. The suicide notes are all written. The evil god's room was silent. Finally, a brave man who was not afraid of death opened the door. The door was empty. All that's left is a big hole in the wall where space collapsed. And a wall of water stains left after the tentacles were dragged. ——"So what about such a big evil god?!!" * #Third person of text# #The designer who returns to his old career vs. The tyrant with tentacles for some reason# Intention: I hope that the legend of all living beings will not end with time.