I Am Your Natural Enemy

Brave No.3 mocked coldly on the side, but he no longer cared. When the condition was triggered, some things he couldn’t recall began to slowly surface in his mind.

Brave No.3 started to feel something wasn’t right.

When Wen Yan rode the Great Undead to the edge of the map, the creator who had been watching silently finally moved.

As Wen Yan took Yang Hailong and stepped out of the map’s boundary, the creator’s pupils suddenly dilated and then contracted again.

On the other side, Yang Hailong’s pupils also instantly expanded then contracted.

Just as the world above flickered for a moment, the creator suddenly trembled, glanced around quickly, and saw Brave No.3.

”Old Wang? Where is this place?”

Brave No.3 had felt something was off earlier; the creator’s behavior was completely different from usual.

Seeing the creator speak, Brave No.3 looked down at the world below, with a sudden bad premonition.

”Yang Hailong?”

”Something’s wrong, there’s trouble.” Yang Hailong looked down and saw ”Archmage Yang Hailong” glancing up with a hint of a smile, as if waving goodbye to this world.

Brave No.3’s face turned ashen blue and unwittingly recalled something.

In this game, there was originally no Archmage NPC. This NPC was actually the creator himself.

Later, the creator said he wouldn’t show himself to prevent any Professional from discovering the way to pass the game, so Yang Hailong inherited the Archmage role while the creator acted as a GM overlooking the world.

This wasn’t possession; the role was originally the creator’s.

He remembered what the creator said last time.

”Any game, as long as there’s design, there must be a way to pass it.”

From the start, the creator understood that no matter the situation or difficulty, if there’s truly a chance to pass, then it will eventually happen.

The harder it is, the lower the perceived chance, yet the level itself is less likely to be noticed for its issues.

From the start, this guy was aiming to escape.

Brave No.3 recalled spending these years with the creator, remembering what he’d said.

The creator once said he didn’t willingly enter here; he died, and this place became his fallback.

If there was a chance to leave, the creator indeed had every reason to go.

The creator designed him, having banished him yet dragged him back, trapping him here with someone to talk to.

The creator himself wasn’t exempt from being trapped here either.

Brave No.3 watched as the Archmage followed Wen Yan, stepping out of the map’s boundary, feeling anxious like an ant on a hot pan, yet unable to do anything but watch.

On the other side, taking the Archmage out of the map’s boundary.

Only a golden dog-head remained of the Skeleton Dog, and Wen Yan couldn’t bear to abandon it here, so he brought it out, trying to see if he could take it out.

After stepping out of the map, he took out the device he used to record files and paired it with the equipment serving as the Server Domain interface’s medium, assisting in turning the dog-head into a datastream that entered the device in his hand.

Confirming this method seemed feasible, Wen Yan took out another spare device and glanced at the Archmage.

Only this time, when he looked at the Archmage, he saw something different.

After entering here, for the first time, he saw a hint from the Natural Enemy Profession.

”Cyborg.”

”Having clearly obtained great fortune, yet dying suddenly, only able to depend on a virtual world outside the real world.

He’s the intelligent creature of the electronic world, and the jumping signals reflect his thoughts in motion.

The electronic oscillations form his life’s symphony.

In some ways, he’s already achieved immortality.

He knows all puzzles will ultimately find their answers.

All games will eventually be conquered.

He’s arranged everything, blocked his memories, treating himself as a lost pawn.

Only at the moment the endgame piece is placed will he recall everything.

Ensuring he can accurately place the final piece.”

”You knew from the start, he restarted the game countless times, possessing endless time.

Though not very intelligent, too cautious to seek out anyone.

Yet he could spend hundreds of thousands of years slowly setting up a plan for himself.

An opportunity to be taken out of the predicament and start anew under another identity.

Decades is enough to change a person.

Also enough to thoroughly understand another person.

Friendly reminder: unplugging is very effective.”