To ascend, I had no choice but to create games-Chapter 845 - 466 They are too many_2

"You’re doing great, Merlin! I always felt that you might be two-faced, but I never expected you to be this reliable!"

Seeing Xiemen Waidao patting his shoulder energetically, Merlin felt strangely comfortable.

Being praised felt quite nice.

Afterward, Xiemen Waidao rushed out like the wind, then came back puzzled after seeing the people outside.

"So, the ones interested in what I was talking about are those people outside?"

"Yes, the Ren Lang Troop. They are very interested in your ideas and think you are the political commissar they’ve been dreaming of."

"Talking about political commissar doesn’t help—that makes me feel like they’re just like the Krieg Troops! Isn’t there a golden hunk in this game, along with twenty beefy sons? Am I untouchable, and where can I find Ling Zu Sister to throw a party? I’m not participating; just watching."

"What are you talking about?"

Watching Xiemen Waidao still ranting, Merlin wondered if his brain had been invaded by shadows, which made his speech a bit strange.

And after Xiemen Waidao had blurted out some incomprehensible things like "There are actually five Evil Gods," and "only the greatest good is truly great," he went outside again.

On seeing the Ren Lang Troop here again, Xiemen Waidao still felt somewhat solemn.

Summoned by Merlin, the Ren Lang had thousands in their ranks, all uniformed in grey woolen military coats and wearing old-fashioned gas masks.

Even in the open square, they remained vigilant, straightening their backs facing the office of Xiemen Waidao.

Under their masks, they were expressionless, their clear eyes fixed only on the entrance.

When they saw Xiemen Waidao, the leading sergeant major saluted formally and then said to Xiemen Waidao, "You must be the political commissar of Xiemen Waidao."

"I’m not." Xiemen Waidao immediately retorted, feeling a sense of foreboding.

The sergeant major glanced at Merlin puzzledly. Merlin nodded seriously and then stood behind Xiemen Waidao, pointing at his head.

The sergeant major’s mask hid a sudden realization, and then he approached Xiemen Waidao and, in front of him, took off his mask.

The face under the mask was horrendous.

Only his eyes remained human; the rest of him was consumed by shadow corrosion, nearly fused together.

His skin looked dreadfully burned, but what surprised Xiemen Waidao most was that despite the evident corruption by shadows, he could still maintain his sanity, which puzzled Xiemen Waidao immensely.

Witnessing this, Xiemen Waidao didn’t retreat in fear; instead, his eyes gleamed as he happily declared, "What a talent! Please, you must become our test subject. I have a companion who is even more perverse than I am; he will surely exploit all your remaining value."

Watching Xiemen Waidao’s reaction earnestly, the sergeant major nodded slowly but firmly, like a stamp sealed on a document.

"Just like Merlin said, you are indeed a commissar worth respecting," the sergeant major put his mask back on and spoke earnestly, "As you can see, we have all been corrupted by shadows, but not recently, it happened before this."

Xiemen Waidao waved his hand to cut the sergeant major off and began rallying his companions, "Liuzi, Wang, hurry over here! A special plot has been triggered!"

"We’ll be right there!"

Soon after, Xiemen Waidao brought Fang Cheng here and, along with Liuzi and Wang, arrived at this spot.

Watching Xiemen Waidao eagerly ready to hear the story, Fang Cheng raised a hand and said, "I’m not interested in that kind of story. Can I go back to meditating?"

"Xiemen Waidao, don’t you have any interest in gossip at all?" Xiemen Waidao asked in confusion. "Occasionally listening to such stories is quite interesting; you never know if there might be some hidden plots. I tell you, Fang Cheng especially likes to play tricks in these small places, so you must pay attention when you notice NPCs acting differently."

"I think he doesn’t have that in mind," Fang Cheng seriously argued.

"That’s what you think. Fang Cheng is quite the schemer—in fact, I feel that he and I are kindred spirits, always plotting something sinister in the game, the kind of sinister that would make even rats spit."

As he watched Xiemen Waidao talk nonstop, Fang Cheng did a quick calculation and then said to Xiemen Waidao: "You’d better not go out tomorrow. Just order take-out for your meals. Otherwise, I fear you won’t survive the day."

"Why?" Xiemen Waidao asked, puzzled.

He knew that Fang Cheng was somewhat supernatural, and some people even suspected that he was a fortune-teller in real life; otherwise, how could he be so accurate?

Although he wasn’t a big believer in these things, since the other person had warned him, he thought it wouldn’t hurt to listen.

"You said something you shouldn’t have. It’s not really about him personally, but various aspects are a bit unfavorable, so it just happens to form something not very good. In short, if you want to stay alive, don’t go out tomorrow."

Xiemen Waidao would normally just blabber anything—it didn’t really matter since players ranting about game developers was common and insignificant.

But the problem is, the other said it right to his face, which would form something unfavorable and turn into Xiemen Waidao’s calamity.

This is also one of the reasons why Immortals do not like to interact with ordinary people much; even if you don’t intend to kill the other person, they could end up inexplicably dead because of you.

Xiemen Waidao initially wanted to ask something else but, seeing Fang Cheng’s serious face, he couldn’t help but believe him.

Turning his attention to the sergeant, he said, "Please continue. Everyone who needs to be here has arrived; you can go on now."

"Okay."

Even though Xiemen Waidao left him hanging, the sergeant wasn’t upset.

Or rather, it was hard to say whether the Ren Lang Troop would ever get upset.

There were many legends surrounding the Ren Lang Troop; they appeared in various places, all with uniform attire, commands, and language.

No one knew where they came from; only that every so often, their numbers would increase.

They were perfect warriors, diligently filling the battle lines, responsible for resisting the darkness here before the Nether Dragon invasion, and they never knew what it was like to complain or flee.

What was curious was that when they died, they didn’t appear in Reincarnation Land, nor would they reenter reincarnation. However, their numbers always remained at a basic count, with hardly any major fluctuations.

These legends made the Ren Lang Troop even more mysterious, though the Ren Lang Troop disdained to explain and simply continued their line-filling work silently.

However, upon seeing their bodies contaminated by the shadow, Xiemen Waidao and others felt like they understood something.

Putting on his mask, the sergeant said: "As you can see, our Ren Lang Troop was already contaminated before the shadow invasion. Initially, the degree of contamination wasn’t very high, so we acquired a certain immortality while losing most of our emotions, such as fear of death and longing for love and friendship."

"Moreover, we are often troubled by a desire to kill. This desire isn’t very strong at the start, but as time accumulates, it grows stronger and stronger. When it becomes uncontrollable, we let our comrades end us swiftly, marking the end of our life."

"However, there is now a problem. After our death, our souls do not return to Reincarnation Land, but fall into darkness, becoming a force of darkness. We don’t like this form, but we don’t know whom to ask for help. When Merlin found us, we learned that you can restore ’zombies’ to normal here. Since you can do that, it might also be possible to prevent us from falling into darkness after death."

After revealing the secrets of the Ren Lang Troop, the sergeant took a deep breath and looked at Xiemen Waidao with gemstone-like eyes: "So, please shelter us."

Seeing the thousands in the Ren Lang Troop, Xiemen Waidao really had no reason to refuse.

There were simply too many of them.