Blue Prison: I walk into the world as the devil

At this time, in the studio, everyone who had previously undergone an adaptive training was also watching the game.

Compared to the tense atmosphere on the field, everyone here seems to have changed.

Bing Zhiyang was sitting cross-legged on the ground, Jie Shiyi was watching the live broadcast inside attentively, Qianqie was leaning against the wall, and Erzi and others were also there.

At this time, Erzi slowly said: "Speaking of which, don't you feel a sense of incongruity?"

"Ye Liangqiu has changed his style of play since he transformed himself in the last match."

"This change has turned the atmosphere of the entire stadium into a stagnant state."

"What do you mean?" Jie Shiyi looked at Erzi. They were opponents in the last match. He could clearly feel that Erzi had become much stronger, especially when cooperating with Ye Liangqiu. This guy could actually keep up with the speed of that monster.

This was enough to surprise Jie Shiyi.

Erzi pondered for a few seconds before speaking, "Ye Liangqiu's kicking style is very unique. It's like he can predict the movements of his teammates and opponents. It's very similar to our spatial perception ability, but also different. After all, spatial perception can only determine the direction of the goal."

"For example, information, action, shot, we basically rely on this method to get the goal formula."

"But Ye Liangqiu is different. His equation should be action, information, and shot."

"He moves first. While running, he can observe enough information and then find a route to score. This route is absolutely stable and unobstructed. In other words, he can tear through all the enemy's defenses."

"It's like... a goal-scoring robot without any emotions."

"Similarly, when I was working with him, I felt like a tool, a tool that could be discarded at any time."

"I understand that very well." At this time, Qian Qi, who had been silent, pursed his lips and spoke. In the last game, he was used as a tool to score goals, and the only goal he scored was a gift.

Jie Shiyi touched his chin, "You mean... Ye Liangqiu's current self doesn't treat the people on the court as players with emotions at all, just as tools?"

Erzi hummed, "At this moment, he is a true dictatorial devil. He squeezes his teammates to their limits. Although those who are squeezed can cooperate perfectly with him, they are just puppets."

"This way, we as teammates won't be able to fully demonstrate our abilities."

"Ye Liangqiu is just ruling the field alone."

"Although it is indeed strong...but is it really what he wants?"

After all, Jie Shiyi had never been teammates with Ye Liangqiu before, so he was still a little unable to understand his feelings, but he could also see that Erzi seemed to be a little afraid of Ye Liangqiu's style of play.

His gaze once again turned to the screen where Ye Liangqiu was speeding.

So...what kind of drastic change has occurred in you?

Using teammates as tools, squeezing out their potential, and transforming the stadium into one's own home court, what is the meaning of this adaptive game?

You don't have to participate at all because you no longer regard your teammates as human beings.

[Insightful! As expected, only teammates can understand the seriousness of Qiu Bao's current situation...]

"Not really, but incredibly big. While the football field is a world of egoists, it's also a team game. If this continues, Qiu Bao might gradually lose himself and become a robot born solely for goal."

[Isn't the above post a bit exaggerated? Is Qiu Bao's weapon really that terrifying?]

"Isn't that scary? Didn't you hear from Huixin next door that Qiu Bao can see the future? If that's true, then the entire stadium is nothing more than a backyard to him. Do you think such a boring game is worth watching?"

Honestly, what worries me isn't the power of the weapon, but Qiu Bao's inability to control it, his control over it... Right now, he's like someone blinded by power, relying solely on it to overwhelm everyone. However, under the influence of this power, Qiu Bao will become a complete monster.

There were more and more discussions in the barrage, and almost everyone knew that Ye Liangqiu's changes were too terrifying. As viewers, they could even more clearly realize that with the blessing of this power, Ye Liangqiu had already stepped into the ranks of the world's top players.

But he also became a complete outlier.

The oddball on the court.

In fact, Ye Liangqiu himself also noticed this change. He strongly rejected this behavior. Being able to come to the Blue Prison was enough to prove that he had enough love for football, but ever since he experienced the feeling of controlling his teammates as tools.

His ego was rejecting this way of playing.

Or rather... it's too boring.

When he gets into the state, everything on the court is just like a slow-motion movie, and he can see the ending.

What’s the point of this?

The pleasure, anticipation, and freshness that he wanted seemed to be shaken by the awakening of the Eye of the Devil.

From the moment he entered the Blue Prison, his goal was never to become number one in the world.

I just want to pursue my true heart by finding a game that brings me freshness and pleasure.

However, now... that feeling is gone.

Any competition made him feel bored.

Ye Liangqiu looked up at the ceiling and murmured softly, "What am I doing?"

"I destroyed my own ego, and now I'm lamenting that this isn't good... Am I being a bit hypocritical?"

At this moment, a voice sounded, "Are you thinking about life?"

"If it doesn't work, let's get someone else!"

Itoshi Rin suddenly passed by him. Hearing his voice, Ye Liangqiu came back to his senses, but there was no anger in his heart, only calmness.

The world in his eyes was moving in crazy slow motion.

Until I saw the familiar yet unfamiliar goal route again.

Ye Liangqiu had just taken a step when he saw a ball kicked in front of him. A trace of white mist seemed to leak out from the corner of his mouth. The next second, he rushed out, with thoughts surging in his mind.

Perhaps it was because of this unknown change, or perhaps it was because of what the barrage said that he was being controlled by a force.

What kind of person do you want to be when you step into this arena?

At this moment, I am indeed facing a self-collapse. If I can't stop... it's time to leave.