Chapter 126 YGGDRASIL (first update)
After defeating the Big Demon King Piccolo, Yamcha learned the legendary god-level sealing technique Mo Fengbo from Wu Taidou, and faced the hero who saved the world , Wu Taidou is naturally very generous and teaches very carefully.
After that, Yamcha returned to his Dragon Ball world.
Leaving the report on the temporary breakthrough in the characteristics of the Earthlings to Chaomeng, he himself approached Dark Fighting Greymon for a one-on-one challenge.
Unsurprisingly, it is still unable to break through Dark BattleGreymon's defense, even with the use of ripple Qigong. The hardness of Chrono Digizoid is really beyond imagination, and I don't know how it compares to the Dragon Ball world. How does the hardness compare to Kobelco?
At night, Yamcha, Chaomeng, and Dark BattleGreymon sat together and were having a three-person meeting about future development. Although it was a three-person meeting, only Yamcha and Chaomeng were actually speaking. Dragon beasts are only responsible for listening and generally do not express opinions.
“Shortage of manpower is the biggest problem in current development.”
Chaomeng first expressed his opinion.
There are only two mature Digimon that can be mobilized in the entire desert base. This does not mean that there is a shortage of manpower, but that there is no manpower at all.
What Yamcha wants is not just to be strong. He wants to build a powerful force of his own. Of course, this force cannot be like the Black Silk Army, which is fighting on the surface, at least not To be as cosmic as Frieza's Legion.
However, it was too troublesome to establish a force by oneself, so before Chaomeng arrived, he was still hanging around in the Black Silk Army. It was not until Chaomeng's arrival that the matter was officially handed over to him.
Actually, Yamucha had considered the manpower aspect. He was targeting Wu Taidou's disciples, their senior brothers, Turtle Immortal and Crane Immortal.
The strength of these martial arts masters is quite good, and each one has about a dozen points. However, after all, they are separated by more than three hundred years, and whether the other party can adapt to life here is another matter.
"Loyalty, this issue is also very critical." Chaomeng continued.
As the saying goes, loyalty is not absolute, and there is absolutely no loyalty. If your subordinates are not loyal at all, then it is better not to have them.
"Actually, I have taken a fancy to a group of people."
Yamucha stretched his body as he spoke, and glanced at Dark Fighting Greymon, which seemed to be transformed into a motionless statue: "As long as I can get them I can guarantee that they must be the most loyal subordinates.”
That world happens to be part of his territory.
But before that, we have to go to another world to prepare.
"Finally, I have a few guesses about the bead you told me can make any wish come true. I need you to confirm it."
A few days later, Yamcha took a step forward while looking at the endless starry sky.
A new world
is coming!
In 2138 AD, people used the Internet and nanotechnology to design an intra-brain computer network──This network was connected to neuron nanointerfaces and dedicated control interfaces.
When you play in a virtual game, you can feel as if you are in the real world and have an immersive experience. That is to say, a somatosensory online game that allows players to actually enter the game world.
Among the many games being developed, there is one game that is particularly eye-catching.
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A super super super large game with more than 2,000 professional races. It has the title of the highest degree of freedom and is also the most popular game in the past.
Well, yes, once.
Because this game will be officially closed in the early morning.
That is to say, the service is about to be shut down.
A huge round table exuding obsidian light is placed in the center of the room, surrounded by forty-one luxurious seats.
But there are almost always empty seats.
On the chairs that were once full, there are now only two figures.
The person sitting on one of the chairs is wearing a luxurious black academic robe with purple and gold embroidered decorations on the edge. The exposed head is a skull without any flesh. The large empty eye sockets shone with red and black light, and the back of the head emitted a black light like a halo.
The person sitting in the other chair wasn't human either, just a slimy black mass. The surface of the tar squirmed constantly, never remaining the same for a moment. "It's been a long time, Kuro Kuro. Although today is the last day at YGGDRASIL, I honestly didn't expect you to show up."
"Well, it's been a long time. It’s gone, Momonga.”
The black object known as Kuro Kuro stretched out what was tentatively called a hand.
“In real life, I stopped going online after changing jobs, so how long has it been? About two years, right?”
"It's almost that long, wow, it's been so long. It's too bad, because I'm always working overtime, and my concept of time has become a little strange recently."
The two non-human monsters are just like humans to each other. The real-life work-related complaints are not so much the same as the two being human beings.
It just appears as a monster in the game YGGDRASIL.
"I'm sorry that you have to listen to me complain all the time. Because it's hard to complain in the real world."
The black gooey object known as Kuro Kuro is full of apologies. Said to the skull.
The real world outside the game can be said to be so depressing that you can't breathe.
"It's getting late, and it's almost time for me to log off."
"Ah, are you leaving now?" The voice of the skeleton, who was called Momonga, had a hint of uneasiness. Surrender and regret.
At this time, his name is still Momonga, and he is not the future ‘Ainz Ooal Gown’.
This organization was originally composed of 10 people, and worked hard all the way to 41 people. It even ranked among the top five trade unions in the world. With the decline of YGGDRASIL, things have changed.
I saw him building a tall building, watching him entertain guests, and seeing his building collapse.
At this time, Momonga had an indescribable complex emotion in his heart.
I really miss the days when we used to laugh together and ‘fight’ together.
After chatting for a few words, Kuro Kuro said in a very tired tone: "I can't resist the Sandman anymore, so I'll log off first. I'm really happy to meet you in the end, good night."
Looking at the last companion who was about to leave, Suzuki Satoru in the real world looked very depressed: "Ah, I am also very happy to meet you"
"Boom!"
Before he finished speaking, the entire palace began to shake, and the two people in the game also received a system prompt.
There is an intruder attack!
A player invaded the Great Tomb!
“What’s going on?”
Kuro Kuro, who was already very tired, mustered up some energy and looked at his former teammates with a confused look on his face.
“It’s already the last day to close the server, is there anyone else who wants to invade?”
Fongshu shook his head and said in a rather helpless tone: “At this time, you still choose to invade us. Yes, it can only be that person."
As his voice fell, a portal slowly opened in the conference room where the two were sitting.
A man who looked as handsome as the readers here walked in from the other side.
"Hey, long time no see, everyone from the Big Tomb."
(End of this chapter)