I Really Don’t Want To Be a Natural Disaster

Wu Lulu's face conventionally has only two eyes, no nose, mouth, or ears.

But this has no effect on Yi Rin's interpretation of Wu Lulu's expression.

It's sincere.

Irin didn't know what the other party saw in him.

Perhaps it was his simplicity that attracted Wu Lulu.

It needs a simple and intelligent co-captain who fits the position.

But Wu Lulu's invitation was like a job application in reality.

This is a two-way selection process.

Can't be forced. .

Irene looked at the letter.

After more than ten seconds of silence, Yiren stretched out her hand to the envelope. He lightly pressed his five fingers on the envelope.

"You're right, Wu Lulu." Yi Rin smiled slightly: "Perhaps the 'invitation' placed in front of me is the only possibility for me, as a small human being, to evolve into a high-latitude biological creature, or even become... a **** Opportunity. Moreover, this is equivalent to the back door you gave me. As long as you become your deputy captain, all this cruelty and the game at the upper level will no longer have any connection with me. "

Wu Lulu nodded: "My dear friend, you are very smart." It spread its hands: "You know me well, Wu Lulu is not a casual captain. Oh, you don't know, it's too tiring to manage a ship , Wu Lulu needs a cunning and shrewd helper to help Wu Lulu better manage the captive 'crew' in the ship."

Yi Rin was still smiling, noncommittal to Wu Lulu's words, he continued his own words: "The undead are all 'people' who have died once, including me. Maybe it's because they have personally tasted the taste of 'death', the undead would be so eager to 'live'."

Wu Lulu noticed that Yi Rin's tone was not right, so she remained silent. Its simmered egg eyes flashed with a dark look, and she remained silent.

"I've had 'bonds' with a lot of people, maybe it's a ridiculous word to you. I don't have a past, I can't even see where I came from, I don't have parents, you know how it feels? It's normal. Human beings are all born from their mother's belly. But I... No. I don't know when I started, I was like a 'ghost' that appeared in the world out of thin air. Because of this, with some people The fetters I created gradually became the proof that I 'was alive'."

Yi Rin raised her head, looked at Wu Lulu's surprised braised egg, and shook her head: "You don't have to look at me like that, I also know that what I'm saying now seems a little hypocritical, maybe I'll scratch my scalp in regret as soon as I go out... ..." Yi Rin slowly, little by little, pushed the letter back to Wu Lulu with great force: "At least now, at least for this moment, I don't regret it."

The bar was empty.

Just put Irin alone.

and the "God" in front of him.

Not everyone has the experience of having a heart-to-heart with "God".

"Here I have personally killed many, many former friends,"

"Whether I 'know' or 'don't know'."

"I killed them with my own hands,"

"again and again."

"The world is not fair,"

"Whether they are 'alive' or 'dead', they should not encounter this."

"If the world is fair, they, and she...should survive."

The foam at the corner of Wu Lulu's eyes grew more and more.

It clearly felt a strong "sadness" from the plain tone of the best friend.

"So, I decided, no matter what I'm going to go through, even if this word will be heard by 'above', hehe, I guess I'm not the only one who curses the gods. One day, I will take what we suffer in life or after death. All this, little by little, is repaid to them."

"If I ditched my current 'boat', abandoned everything in the past, and went on your boat, even if I became a co-captain, I would feel... I don't seem to be myself anymore. Phew... you'll be me Be pretentious, Wu Lulu. Do you know what 'pretentious' is? It means 'the right choice made by a smart and resourceful human being based on the judgment of the situation'. In short, I decided to stay here."

"So, sorry, Wu Lulu."

Wu Lulu's face turned from purple to black, then to pink, and finally blood-colored bubbles gushed out of her eyes: "Farewell, my dear friend."

It was very sad, and while wiping tears, he took out a wooden sign [closed today] from the bottom of the table.

"Uh... no hurry, would you mind making me another glass of wine? The last one."

Irin held out an index finger.

"Okay."

Best friend Wu Lulu skillfully prepares a cup of "rest in peace" to make Yi Rin die happily.

"Ah don't..."

Irene stopped quickly.

He refused Wu Lulu's invitation, but he didn't really want to die.

Yi Rin once again confirmed to Wu Lulu that no matter what level of undead, in the gap between entering and leaving the mission, they can only withstand a cup of 'Wu Lulu's bartending'. Yi Rin speculates based on past experience that this is very likely Every time the undead returns, the body will be automatically repaired, and it is related to the setting of restoring the 'backup'.

Since only one drink...

Yi Rin thought for a moment, then told Wu Lulu her request.

"you sure?"

Wu Lulu asked in surprise, this was the first time that an undead had made such an outrageous request to him. Of course, other undead and Wu Lulu have a purely transactional relationship, and they never thought of letting Wu Lulu "customize the bartender". Another reason is...expensive.

"You humans always have some strange hobbies and orientations."

While Wu Lulu muttered, her hands exploded, and she prepared a glass of extremely gray wine in a blink of an eye.

In the bone wine glass, what can barely be called "wine" is not "liquid" in the conventional sense. It is like smoke and fog, and the gray gas condenses into a strange vortex in the wine glass.

"This cup is called 'The Abyss of the Abyss'."

This glass of wine actually has its own sound effect, Yi Rin stared at the glass of wine, and there was a sound like a grievance woman crying from the glass.

Irene drank it all.

Ding~

A clear voice came from Irin's ear.

finally!

Breakthrough!

Lower limit!

Yi Rin slammed her forehead against the bar with a thud, and red buds swelled up on her forehead.

He can be said to be in pain and happiness now. The taste of this glass of wine cannot be described in words. This kind of pain is not physical, but spiritual. A strong sense of unease hit him, he raised his head, looked around subconsciously, and in an instant he had a strong illusion that "the whole world is ready to murder him", which spontaneously arises.

Suppressing the discomfort caused by the "negative break of luck value", Yi Rin quickly paid the bill.

With Wu Lulu's bizarre expression splitting her skin in shock, Yi Rin handsomely credited the last hundred thousand in the account to Wu Lulu.

Yi Rin gave Wu Lulu a handsome back and waved: "Goodbye, friend."

...

Return to the land of the dead.

Yi Rin swiped the panel over and over again, looking at the "lucky value" column, inexplicably happy.

Negative numbers... Negative is good, negative is wonderful!

In this way, the enhancement [Echo of Doom], which can turn all skills without brains into AOE, is finally unlocked!

Because of this, Yilin officially bid farewell to "lucky" and became the incarnation of bad luck. From now on, winning the lottery, drawing cards, wishing pools, and so on, has nothing to do with him anymore. But it doesn't matter, the strong never rely on luck, they all rely on strength...except for Pan Zhengyi.

Having said that, in the world of the dead, he has never seen Pan Zhengyi.

Could it be because, with Pan Zhengyi's lucky value, no matter in which timeline... he won't die?

Is this what you mean?

Isn't that outrageous.

I came and went to the town of the dead. The countdown in the black light beam jumped from [32] to [35]. This process may be very slow, but there is never a shortage of undead in the world of the dead. It is not as difficult as imagined to select the fighters among the 100 elites.

Irin now thinks so.

Right now, he still doesn't know that his current situation is small.

Before entering the real 90th floor, Yilin did not leave the border of the dead. He has been paying attention to the changes of the progress bar. As long as the psionic energy is full, he will enter the center and tap on the throne. Swipe here, there Make up a little bit.

In fact, in the process of building the "Infinite Throne", Yi Rin vaguely felt the "method" to step into a higher level.

It's not as simple as really completing the "Infinite Throne", but... taking the road of "Infinite" to the extreme.

Death, war, famine, conquest, nightmare, shadow, pale...

The power that "they" dominate becomes their "name" itself.

Does this mean that when a certain power reaches the end, even enough to become a "concept"-like existence, it can be promoted to "master"?

Of course, now that Yi Rin is thinking about this issue, it is still too far away for him.

I do not know how long it has been.

Progress bar: [96/100]

Yi Rin sat quietly in front of the beam of light, waiting silently.

Perhaps at the same moment, in different junctions of the dead, there are other 96 undead standing at the top of all the undead pyramids, all with different moods, waiting for the moment when the progress bar fills up.

With no one to accompany, no one to talk to, at this moment, all the undead are lonely and helpless, waiting for the end of the fight for a long time.

[97/100].

The flame jumped.

Irene closed her eyes.

Bits of the past, struck in silence.

...

"I want to bring you back to my world,"

"I'm going to take you to see what I've been through,"

"Walk the road I have walked, feel the wind I blow, and shine the sunshine that warms me,"

"Come with me to relive the scenery in my memory."

...

Two cold tears fell from the corners of Yi Rin's tightly closed eyes.

The boy didn't cry easily, but he didn't get to the sad part.

But Irene is not sad.

This is... hate.

Remorse for oneself, and hatred for "them."

"Sorry, everything is my fault..."

"I promised Gilgamesh to bring them 'victory'..."

"I also promised you, Brother Jian, they would take you back to my world..."

"I also promised Milian that I would return to the real world alive with her..."

"The things I promised~www.wuxiaspot.com~ I made promises, none of them came true. It was me who 'betrayed' them."

"It's me, I'm too weak."

The past, the promises, seemed to have turned into a heavy burden, pressing on Yi Rin's shoulders.

Irin felt that it was hard to breathe, unable to breathe.

He opened his eyes again, his eyes were ruthless and cold, like iron and steel.

Countdown: [100/100]

The jet-black beam of light spread from the center to all sides, including Irin, who was sitting still.

In the blink of an eye, Irene disappeared in place.

Rumble.

After Yilin left, this barren land where Yilin had been lying in the open air for a long time quickly collapsed, collapsed into the void, and annihilated into gray dust.

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