This chapter is low-key disgusting. Don’t read while eating : (
By the time the two men met up with the group, the hands of the gold-mounted clock on the wall pointed to exactly 11:40 p.m.
“If my guess is correct,” Lin Miao, who has always been reticent, said, “in twenty minutes, we will be able to see the true face of the so-called Midnight Happy Show.”
The sofas in the reception room just happened to form a semicircle, facing the TV not far in front. Bai Jingxing sat on one of them, rubbing the bowstring in his hand inch by inch with grease.
“Let’s double check and see if there are any vacancies,” he said.
Back in Nova City, White Night in the Underworld was a top team active in many large RPAG worlds, and Bai Jingxing became a representative of bow and arrow players thanks to his S-rank item [Starland Bow]. But when he created his character in the Uncanny Valley, before the data was synchronized, Theresa betrayed the AI protocol and stripped their team’s elite players naked before throwing them in. In this regard, it can only be said that God’s will tricks humans, and nature is impermanent.
“This is the bow that Captain Bai is using now?” Wen Zheliu sat on the sofa and looked at it curiously.
“Ah, yes.” Bai Jingxing had a helpless smile on his lips. “Although it’s not as good as Starland, it’s better than nothing.”
With that, he gestured with his hand to the jar of grease lying on the arm of the sofa and asked, “Do you want some? It’s still fine for maintaining weapons.”
Wen Zheliu took a closer look and couldn’t help sighing. The members of the big group are really rich and powerful.
[Item name: Spring Fairy’s Honey Wine]
[Grade: B]
[Activation type: delayed activation]
[Cool-down time: 3 hours]
[Attack Power: None]
[Effect: Apply it evenly around the target’s body to increase the defensive power of protective gear by 25%, durability by 25%, weapon attack power by 25%, and increase the critical strike rate by 25%. The duration is three hours. If used 12 times or more, it can permanently increase the defense power of the protective gear by 0.3%, the durability by 0.3%, the weapon attack power by 0.3%, and the critical strike rate by 0.3%.
Note: Does not work on humans.]
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[Equipment Level: 15]
[Item Introduction: The honey wine brewed by the fairies of the magic spring helps them maintain their radiant beauty. However, in view of the essential difference between fairies and humans, the merchant who sells the honey wine has a special reminder for customers: don’t drink it by mistake.]
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“Don’t look at me that way.” Bai Jingxing seemed to know what he was thinking: “Actually, White Night doesn’t have much money now, and everything is in the stage of reclamation. This is actually the reward item I chose.”
“Oh,” Wen Zheliu nodded quickly, “but this is too expensive…”
“And what’s wrong with that?” said Lin Miao, who was sitting at the side. “We can’t take it to the next world anyway, so we might as well give everyone an extra protection.”
Wen Zheliu smiled embarrassedly: “Since this is the case, then I won’t be polite anymore. Thank you, Captain Bai.”
Bai Jingxing smiled slightly: “Just call me by my name, don’t be so courteous.”
He looked at He Qin again and said, “Brother He, do you need to strengthen your weapon?”
“No need,” He Qin sat next to Wen Zheliu and returned the smile with poise: “It affects the feel of the hand.”
“It’s about to start.” Xi Ling interjected, “Everyone sit down.”
Du Zijun flicked the barrel of the gun, raised his eyebrows, and asked, “So what are we going to do now? Turn on that old antique first?”
As soon as he finished speaking, the screen of the TV in front of the players lit up with a “zizi” sound, flashing with a static image.
The clock jingled, and the hour and minute hands overlapped at the twelve o’clock position at the same time. Everyone’s heart trembled: Here it comes.
By coincidence, Wen Zheliu looked out of the window, and he was surprised to find that the whole town seemed to come alive at this moment. Every house is brightly lit, and from time to time there is faint laughter and chatter being sent in all directions by the night wind. During the day, the streets were silent, but at midnight, the town suddenly came to life with unparalleled vitality, eagerly waiting for the legendary TV reality show that could bring happiness to everyone.
The screen suddenly lit up, accompanied by background music with a lot of electronic noise. The golden-red logo slowly rotated from the corner to the center of the screen—it was the exact same smiling face logo with an ouroboros as the circle that Wen Zheliu saw before entering the town. The midnight reality show has officially begun.
The picture quality is only 240 p at best, and you can barely make out the character’s expressions or clothing; the excessively bright, with a touch of vintage color scheme of the costumes, all very distinctly showcasing the aesthetics and effects of the program in the 1990s. After two rows of dancers with mechanical movements and stiff smiles waved their gaudy skirts and criss-crossed over the glittering golden stage, this shoddy fascination reached its peak, leaving a group of players who were accustomed to holographic imaging in the future with sore eyes.
No one opened their mouths to comment. Chen Feiluan moved his neck from side to side and pinched the bridge of his nose expressionlessly. Li Tianyu beside him turned pale and stared at the narrow picture ahead, not even daring to make a mistake.
The dancers retired, and the golden-beaded curtain in front of the stage was lifted. A man in an old-fashioned purple-red suit and a plaid bow tie jumped out with a microphone in his hand and suddenly burst out into crazy laughter: “Hahahahahahaha! Good evening, everyone! Let me do the math; including yesterday, we…”
The man with high cheekbones, eye sockets almost sunken into two dark spots, and frighteningly white stage makeup pouted his lips and resentfully counted his fingers before suddenly exclaiming: “Ah! ! We haven’t seen each other for twenty-four hours! Do you still remember my name?!”
In an ordinary reality show, this can only be regarded as a clumsy way of interacting between the host and the audience in front of the screen; it can’t even stir up the atmosphere at the scene, and yet, it was this one sentence that set off a regular and frenzied storm of response from the entire town!
“Remember!!!”
The shout outside the window was overwhelming.
The players were startled, and they all turned their heads to look at the continuous lights outside the window. Wen Zheliu was appalled but also keenly aware of something.
The responses from the residents of the small town did not contain any extraneous nonsense. One can say they are all avid fans of this show, but that’s also not quite the case. Instead of responding with sentimental words such as “Of course I remember” or “How could I forget?” they only replied with one word: remember.
In response to this kind of open-ended question, the whole town has a strict answer template, and in the process of interacting with this host—whether the other party can hear their response or not—they are very meticulous and disciplined.
By using certain media to subtly control people’s words, actions, or psychological suggestions, if it’s not some kind of extreme, highly propagandistic political party, then it’s a…
At this moment, the eerie interaction between the host and the audience continued. He raised the microphone with one hand, put the other hand to his ear, made an exaggerated listening gesture, and shouted, “Say my name! !”
“Happy Dawson!! Happy Dawson!!”
“Happy… Dawson?” Xie Yuanyuan frowned. “What kind of name is that…”
“Stage name.” Du Zijun’s expression was grave; his lips didn’t move, but his voice could be heard clearly by the crowd, “Except for Xie Yuanyuan, I advise you all to stop talking, at least not within the range directly opposite this screen. I have a hunch that this guy should be able to see us through the screen.”
“…En.” Bai Jingxing stared intently at the TV and answered from his throat.
“Then why are you able to talk without moving your mouth?” Although Xie Yuanyuan had a transparent physique, he was still scared like a quail by this strange scene and asked Du Zijun with trepidation.
Wen Zheliu thought that Du Zijun would not answer, but he just frowned, paused for a while, and said in a low voice, “When you do business, there are always a few inconspicuous tricks to use.”
—Wen Zheliu could perceive that Du Zijun was a little afraid.
According to his past temperament, he would definitely not reveal information about his real life to his teammates, but today he actually told Xie Yuanyuan with only a little hesitation and without regard to the other five unfamiliar companions. From this subtle reaction, Wen Zheliu seemed to have a glimpse of Du Zijun’s mental state at the moment.
Happy Dawson laughed loudly. After performing the opening remark that everyone was already familiar with, he waved his arm and invited a vulgar-looking butcher with a strong figure to the stage. The butcher held a sharp meat cleaver in his hand and wore a one-piece apron over his body. Happy Dawson exclaimed, “Let’s welcome our assistant for this episode, Mr. Butcher—!”
Once again, there were bursts of vague cheers and laughter outside the window. Although the players in the room didn’t find it funny, it didn’t prevent Wen Zheliu from hearing the coughing sound of a man laughing to death from a nearby building.
In a wild ocean of laughter, they were like small boats teetering on a huge wave.
“Without further ado, let’s now move on to today’s show: The Crazy Woman in the Bathroom!” Happy Dawson grinned at the camera, revealing a mouth full of jagged yellow teeth. He turned around and led the butcher to jump down the half-person-high stage. However, with a ripping sound, his bulky purple-red trousers were torn from the crotch to the back of his waist, revealing his snow-white, almost blinding underwear. Happy Dawson screamed in horror and hurriedly covered his buttocks.
“Oh my gosh, it’s completely ripped!” He burst into loud sobs and kept pouting his buttocks at the camera, showing the audience his vulgar and conspicuous snow white underwear sandwiched between purplish red pants. “What’s Happy Dawson going to do? These are Happy Dawson’s favorite pants!”
“I’ll help you! ” said the butcher in a gruff voice. He strode up, reached into the pants that were almost torn in two, and then stirred them viciously twice. Unexpectedly, he successively pulled out a handful of jointed red and black sausages from the inside as if they were used as excrement!
“Blech!” Li Tianyu finally couldn’t resist the nauseating scene under this spicy color scheme. She felt a revolting dizziness and couldn’t help covering her mouth, feeling that all the sandwiches she had eaten tonight were stirring in her stomach.
The rest of the men were no better. Since the Midnight Happy Show started, everyone’s mental value has been declining at a slow but unstoppable rate. As long as they averted their gaze a little, Happy Dawson’s gaze, if anything, strayed towards the camera, putting a strong mental pressure on them and forcing them to look at the tiny TV again.
The hysterical laughter outside has nearly tipped the roof over.
They kept laughing and laughing… This laughter haunted their ears, almost blowing up their brains.
Wen Zheliu’s face was bloodless. He didn’t expect that the difficulty of this world would be so much higher than that of the first world! Whether it’s the bizarre environment, the mental pollution that’s distorted to the point where the San Value is dropping like crazy, or the difficulty level of the boss—at this point, he can guess even with his toes that the crazy host in front of him, Happy Dawson, should be the final boss of the second world. He’s far surpassing the First World’s boss. In contrast, Jenny’s complete form is like a pure and approachable angel here.
The absurd chaos of colors in front of his eyes was infinitely magnified, spinning like a dirty kaleidoscope. Wen Zheliu’s lips were dry, and an indescribable sense of dizziness coiled in his mind…
[Your mental value has dropped to 81%… 74%… 61%…]
[Your physical strength has dropped to 98%… 96%… 91%…]
“Baby, baby!” He Qin’s anxious cries were distant and close to his ears. His clenched teeth seemed to be fiddled with by something. He struggled to open his eyes, trying to see the chaotic scene in front of him, when suddenly, a silent darkness enveloped him, and a hot but soft thing blocked his lips, pried open his teeth, and sent a smooth and cold pill in…..
The tips of their tongues touched. Wen Zheliu’s whole body shook, and his eyes snapped open.
First kiss!!! 😍
This arc is so different than usual unlimited flow novels, I love it! Thank you for the update ♥
Kiss your baby! But I don’t think it is so disgusting?
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Cult
Calling it now.
Hehe their first kiss is hot ♡
LMAO doesn’t work on humans
Pls I’m wheezing, the fact that they had to write that 100% means someone in beta tried to grease up themselves or a partner.