I'm an NPC in a Bizarre World

The long night is approaching, and I will write from now on until I die. I will take no wife, no fiefdom, no children. I will keep updating so that it doesn't end badly. I will do my duty faithfully, live and die. I am the torch in the darkness of Internet literature and the guard on the Great Wall of Internet literature. I am the flame that resists the wilderness of books, the light at dawn, the horn that awakens the sleeper, and the shield that protects literature. I devote my life and honor to writing, tonight and every night. (Funny)(Funny)(Funny)

The scarlet blood prison, the gloomy forest, the filthy Xuanyuan... The lively street market, the messy counter, and someone's pocket... As a racial consciousness, I can proudly say that most places in the world have "my" footprints. "I", in people's eyes, has a weak and helpless appearance, and a pitiful and humble wisdom. But "I" was not willing to be a pendant, and "I" had always hoped that a certain tribesman could save some dignity for "me" until... Xiao Ke, an Internet writer who died of unknown causes after not updating for three days, was projected onto a blood-fur ball in the form of some kind of remnant soul. The name Xiao Ke, in the language of Xue Maoqiu, is simply "Gu". Little Gu is a remnant soul from a different dimension. He has lost many memories and does not even know how he died. When he was possessed by the blood-hair ball, he once despaired of the weakness of this individual. It was not until someone ruthlessly crushed many of his possessions that he knew that he had the ability to strengthen. He was also a projection that was similar to immortality, an existence similar to the "god" people said in the previous life, a... God that belonged exclusively to the blood-hair ball. "Other gods have their own incarnations, heirs, servant races, and even their own giant cities, but what about me? I can barely even incarnate. Even my only dependent is the humblest race and still needs my care..." "But there is no way. I seem to be bound to the blood fur ball. Without the blood fur ball, I have no place to cry..." Thinking of this, Xiaogu controlled his possession and moved closer to the densely packed pile of blood hair balls in front of him. Some of them seemed to be talking about something, and some were practicing something. They were sparse and ordinary, but yet full of weirdness. At this time, if someone compares Xiaogu's possession with other blood-haired balls in the distance, they will find that its body is a little larger than other individuals, and its furry ball shape is more conspicuous. On its vivid and delicate facial features, there is one white hair facing left and one facing right, which is as powerful as the horns of a billy goat. Under the facial features is a pair of vaguely regular tetrahedrons, hidden in the fleshy body, which seem to be... "Feet"? When Little Gu entered the large group, the eyes of each of the blood-haired balls seemed to move a little, and they slowly turned to look at it. A few of them were blown around by the breeze, and then turned back. "At least it's better than ignoring me..." Sighing silently in his heart, Xiaogu jumped up and tried to jump to a higher stone next to him, and started a hearty speech. All the blood-haired balls looked at it expectantly. At this moment, it seemed like an emperor ascended the throne, with unparalleled majesty, and then under the spotlight... Passed by a ray of breeze and fell down. After several attempts, Xiaogu still climbed onto the high platform, coughed twice, and said: "Comrades, comrades, three months have passed. Under the enlightenment of God, you have acquired wisdom and language, and have mastered inheritance and knowledge under my teaching. From a certain perspective, you can sit on an equal footing with other creatures..." "Chichigugu, chichigugu" "Lulilulu, Lulilula" The sounds of the blood-haired balls communicating came from the audience, and the chaotic atmosphere calmed down again with Xiaogu's words. "However, I can feel that our compatriots are being oppressed. Their blood is extracted and used to make potions, their muscles and bones are extracted and used to make diaphragms, and their warm down is ripped off just to make a body-warming cloth for other creatures. Yes, there are... (Choking), some people, they kill us just for a moment of happiness, to vent their anger, they even put us in their pockets, and kill one of us when they have nothing to do, so that your relatives and friends can come to an end in the despair of waiting..." Silence... "Indeed, we may be humble, indeed, we may be weak, but from this day on, we will let those who look down on us see that the ants they look down on can also bite off a piece of meat for them. Even if the last tribe member sheds the last drop of blood, we must let future generations know that there was once such a race that struggled for the dignity of survival..." "Today, we officially name him the first day of Xueyuanli. If it is successful, it is our anniversary. If defeated, it is our anniversary of death." Xiaogu jumped a few times and said excitedly. In its ears, bursts of declarations came from the audience... "Blood Yuanli, Blood Yuanli, Blood Yuanli..." "Long live the ethnic group, long live the ethnic group, long live the ethnic group..." "Praise to my lord, praise to my lord, praise to my lord..." Looking at the scene in front of him, Little Gu turned around secretly, opened his eyelids, and allowed his eyes to swallow his tears. If Xiaogu was just for his own physical survival at first, then now, he really feels the warmth and will of this ethnic group, and also feels the responsibility on his shoulders. Standing high and looking into the distance, the mountains are covered with mist. The occasional breeze makes the mist open a gap. Through the gap, he seems to be able to see his tribesmen far away in the world, and can meet the late dawn before darkness... Perhaps, this is the inspirational story of a group of blood-haired balls.                           (To be continued)

Xdm The necessity of following up!

Then it is best for the heroine to be an untrustworthy person. The heroine cannot dominate the protagonist. That is to say, it is best for the heroine to have her own line. Don't follow the protagonist every day and fight with the protagonist to contribute the most. In the end, whatever good things the protagonist gets, she still gives them to the heroine. She cannot lick them. This is not a sweet novel, but a battle novel. You can have sweets, but not too much. Unless you are a stallion in the harem, the heroine of a well-written battle novel is never the one who is always pampered. On the contrary, when the male and female protagonists fight together, you can write more about the relationship between the two. The heroine must have a tacit understanding of cooperation. The heroine must not be too delicate. The heroine must also have her own thoughts and beliefs rather than a reproductive tool. She can love the protagonist very much but must not act too obedient (note that it is too much), but her actions are for the sake of the protagonist, and the emotional scenes are also There is no need to write too much, love in the apocalypse is always very simple, and it is not a love-hate relationship that grows over time. It is recommended that you read more famous battle stories (the first sequence and the like are also set in the apocalypse) and then consider letting the female protagonist appear instead of reading sweet stories about female videos.

Look directly at me

Do you think you can change its form and add it to the magazine, just like a tracer bullet, which consumes one hxd every few bullets. Or make him into an ammunition pack. There is no need to cultivate feelings or pinch it personally. Once the sanity drops to a certain threshold, one ammunition pack will be consumed. (Sbarasi

The sun is shining brightly, the mountain fog is gradually dispersing, and the swaying valley is even more quiet. Only one or two "dry branches" are broken occasionally, accompanied by the wailing of "wuwu"... Xiao Gu shook his head in his heart, and scanned the surroundings with vigilance, and then gently jumped off the high platform. The dust raised up flew up, but he avoided Xiao Gu at all costs, leaving a medium-sized circle on the spot, with a faint red light... Walking towards a small mound a hundred meters away from the high platform, Xiaogu has been thinking about how to develop the race. Just as a great man in the past life said: Development is not just a few slogans, but something that is actually done. But how to do it, what to do, we still have to plan slowly... In the past three months, with the joint efforts of themselves and their possessed bodies, the blood-fur balls have initially got rid of laziness and recklessness, and have certain combat skills, such as knowing how to shake people~ Of course, these are all foreign words. The most important thing is that the blood-fur ball's special skill [bloodthirsty] has finally been strengthened by himself to the point where it can feed itself back by absorbing power, instead of sucking the blood of a snail [first-order] and exhausting itself to death like before. Strengthening [Bloodlust] is not done casually. The gibberish whispered by a certain consciousness in the dark ultimately points to this ability, and one's own strengthening power is limited. Only by specializing in one area will you get the maximum benefit... As for Xiao Gu's "God's Body", [Possession·Specialization], [Enhancement·Specialization], [Blood Confusion] (primary illusion), [Pillow on blood to listen to the wind] (primary psychological induction) and [Long Finger Blood Tide] (preliminary control of blood flow), etc. He had also thought about why these abilities were not high enough. After much deliberation, he could only attribute it to the damage to his soul, but his idea would be verified soon... He slowly stopped and looked at the small mound that had experienced vicissitudes of life in front of him. The branches and leaves of the plants that were too tall covered the underground hole tightly, and each branch and leaf exuded a rich blood light. "You have to put a magic spell at the door of your house. The world is so cold..." He sighed helplessly, pressed his body, and found a gap to get in. What came into view was a deep and spacious passage. After walking in the dark for a long time, it turned out to be an empty hall with dense passages surrounding it. Ignoring a few bloody furballs who were talking, I found a direction and walked in... I don't know how far I walked and passed through many similar halls. Finally, I came to the end of a branch road with a ground as scarlet as blood. A green lantern hung high on the wall, flickering on and off, and a trap door of unknown material was engraved with obscure runes. Looking at the runes, Xiao Gu felt that his soul was faintly showing signs of healing. With no disturbance in his heart, Xiaogu quickly entered the room and closed the door with a harsh hissing sound. There are only three stone platforms in the room, two small and one large. On the stone platform are a constantly lit candle and a black box. The box is carved with runes similar to those on the door, but they are denser. Once you look directly at it, you feel that there is an unknown existence whispering in your ears, and the next moment you will be pulled into the abyss... Xiao Gu's "god body" broke away from its possession, and the spiritual power penetrated into it. A kind of substantial power violently rebounded along the spiritual power, but then escaped from the "body", and a kind of pain like soul tearing was transmitted to every position of the body. This continued for a long time, and the pain even became stronger and stronger... "It's only been a few days in the cave, but it's been a thousand years in the world." It's an exaggeration. Xiao Ke thought he could be liberated from this state in one night, but he didn't expect to wake up after seven days. "Sure enough, my idea is right. I am a projection mixed with a little soul." After speaking, he paused and continued: "This... Is really a world of Ke mythology." "As a virtual state, the projection itself cannot store knowledge, and naturally cannot be harmed... The soul can store knowledge, and it is also where consciousness is. The combination of the two can face this weird black box without falling into madness." "Unfortunately, there will be fewer and fewer opportunities like this in the future." He could feel that his "god body" was just a framework, but now it was filled with a lot of knowledge and enriched. This also meant that if he did not reach the level of a true god, he would be more likely to fall into madness. After coming back to his senses, Xiao Ke looked at the candle for a while, and then split into two parts of light and shadow, one entering the candle and the other entering the possession. The main body clicked on the shadow of the clone twice more, and then disappeared into the sub-space. He still needs some time to digest the majestic knowledge. Of course, as long as his main body is not actively exposed now, it is estimated that some high-level independent races will be difficult to detect, and there is no need to worry too much about safety issues. As the possessed little Gu Youyou woke up, he looked at the shadow under him that was inconsistent with his movements, feeling the increase in mental power, and an imperceptible smile appeared on his face... ps: 1. In the prologue and the first half of this picture, "Xiao Ke" refers to the projection itself, and "Xiao Gu" is the name when the projection and possession are combined. 2. In most cases in the future, Xiao Ke refers to the projection subject, and Xiao Gu refers to the possessed body. To say any more would be a spoiler. (Funny)

Antonio

In the strange forest, the black mist is hazy and darkness envelopes the world. Walkers use various magical items such as monthly tickets, recommendation tickets, starting point coin rewards, etc. To defend themselves. In the invisible place, look at a person holding a candle and walking slowly on the red ground. "Don't be impatient, be careful of the fire~" "Come on, author~"

Just watching, I suddenly thought of a question. If the protagonist can obtain that nb achievement by facing God directly, then the player can too, and the player will be resurrected. If I were a player, I would definitely summon evil gods to visit all day long.