Players are coming, fortunately I have a time travel simulator

In front of the computer screen, Grantham felt his mentality collapse.

As a gaming blogger, isn't it normal to analyze the characters in popular games?

However, for some reason, I have no problem evaluating other characters, but whenever I evaluate Wayne Stewell, I always make mistakes, and because of various factors, I am instantly slapped in the face, causing myself to be ridiculed by the crowd.

Coupled with the previous bizarre store price increase incident, Grantham felt that he and the protagonist were incompatible, so he decided to turn against him from now on, and he had to do it with reason and evidence, so that people would find no reason to criticize him.

Sooner or later, he will ride on the protagonist and act tyrannically!

At this time, the perspective was zoomed out, and the players watched with great excitement as more than a hundred swords gathered together with astonishing power, forming a big sword, hanging in the air, showing an extremely majestic momentum.

Then in the picture, Ulysses, who was equally imposing, also turned his light golden vertical pupils to look at Zhou Ning. A dark aura with a breath of destruction swept across the whole place, vaguely forming a confrontation with the sharp sword energy.

At the same time, a large amount of sticky dark liquid flowed on the ground, various violent earthquakes occurred, carrying contagious and highly toxic plagues, hurricanes raged everywhere, and even magma erupted on the ground. The power of the gods was fully revealed.

The optical computer now switched its perspective to a bird's-eye view, and the audience could clearly see that one player after another was killed instantly by the breath of the god Gleipnir and the surrounding disasters. The scene was like the end of the world.

The originally normal team-wipe process was edited by the computer to create a tragic and epic feeling of the confrontation between mortals and gods, which made the players' scalps tingle. Some players who participated in this adventure even doubted whether the people in it were themselves.

At this point, the camera switched to Hawkeye. This previously silent swordsman stood before the players, occasionally wielding his dagger to slay the surrounding Plague Demons, defending the players' lives. He then emphasized the power of Gleipnir, the Destroyer Wolf, and the potentially catastrophic consequences of Wayne Stewell's failure. He then uttered a line that would later be edited into countless videos:

"Now raise your hands with your palms facing the sky. Imagine lending your strength to Wayne Stewell. The starry sky needs your strength, and the world needs your strength too."

As the narrative rhythm of the computer slowly progressed, the players' emotions were completely aroused and they all excitedly clicked the barrage of comments.

"It's here, it's finally here!"

"Friends in the trees, friends down the mountain, please raise your hands so I can see you, okay?"

"Nuclear energy ahead, I repeat, nuclear energy ahead, this is not a military exercise! This is not a military exercise!"

At this moment, the creepy background music of "The Fiery Duelist" suddenly sounded.

Although it seemed a bit funny and childish to Zhou Ning at the time, combined with the atmosphere and music at the moment, Randian undoubtedly achieved full marks.

At this time, the optical computer recorded the scene with a series of rapid montage shots. A female player was about to be drowned by the poisonous water, but she insisted on raising her hands regardless of her low health. On the other side, a player was in the lava, but he still gritted his teeth and raised his hands high.

They were completely immersed in the plot, oblivious to the threats of hurricanes, poisonous water, and lava, and completely disregarding their own experience. Even if they died, even if they turned into light and flew away, they would run back to raise their hands to the sky again. Shot after shot, one high-energy scene after another came together, assaulting the players' senses and tear glands.

Watching these moving scenes, small balls of light in the sky, representing the players' will, converged towards the greatsword hanging in the sky, signifying their complete solidarity with the protagonist, against the gods representing chaos and the old order. The stirring background music, accompanied by the imaginative play, gave players goosebumps, and some sentimental players were even moved to tears, with the barrage of comments so dense that there was no space between them.

“It’s so exciting!”

“Although it’s very childish, it’s so exciting!”

"A beating heart, trembling hands!"

"That's what players are like. Even if they're shameless and always causing trouble, they're always trustworthy when it matters most!"

At this time, the optical brain also considerately gave a close-up of Grantham, the little black man who was mixed in the crowd at the time. Even though he was bitten on the butt by a plague demon, he still raised his hands to the sky with a serious look on his face.

Grantham: ...

He wanted to slap himself, what the hell are you doing?!

Under the eager gaze of all the audience, the camera switched to Zhou Ning again. Players noticed that his face remained calm, but he just snapped his right fingers.

Here the optical computer slightly sped up the camera movement: it even used special effects, the camera drifted, and the giant sword in the sky was given a double layer of light pollution by the optical computer. At this moment, it seemed to be pulled by gravity and fell down. In an instant, the sky was broken, the sky gate opened, and an incomparably bright light descended from the sky, which looked magnificent and breathtaking.

Amidst a blindingly brilliant light, the greatsword descended with incredible speed. Players watched as the vast body of the almighty Old God, Gleipnir, exploded like a snowball, crumbling to ash in the wind.

Immediately afterwards, the computer gave a close-up of the entire ruins. The entire ground of the ruins was flattened by this sword, and a bottomless pit suddenly appeared in the middle of the ruins.

The background music of "The Fiery Duelist" just finished playing.

It was not until this time that the players' tense moods finally relaxed and they all entered the sage time.

"Phew, that's awesome! This is what they call vanishing into thin air in the blink of an eye."

"Goosebumps!"

"Wayne Stewell is so handsome he has no friends."

"Jump to the front and do it all over again."

Amidst the dense barrage of comments, the screen went black and a line of subtitles flashed:

On February 1453, 2, the Wolf Cult's High Priest, the demigod Negan Hart; the descendants of the Ancient Gods, the angelic Plague Wolf Ulysses and the Moon Wolf Silas, perished. Wayne Stewell once again saved a city.

Also participating in the rescue of the city were over 160 members of the Starry Sky Organization, including: Shuidi Shenxing, Jinse, XB, Yanran Weilu...

After this night, this ancient secret organization appeared in the eyes of the world for the first time."

"Damn, there's a list of names at the end of the series?!" The players were in an uproar. Those who did not join Starry Sky or did not participate in this team building were even more heartbroken and regretful.

Zhou Ning: ...

Seeing this, Zhou Ning finally felt relieved. Although it was a bit embarrassing to watch his own performance, he had finally managed to act impressively, and it was a complete success. Being able to harvest the leeks of a large world, the Supreme Sword God's ability to act impressively was unquestionable, perhaps even stronger than his vampire version.

At the same time, the optical brain also understands mutual benefit. After the promotion of this episode of the series, his own Starry Sky finally entered the vision of all players, confirming the rumors of the ancient secret organization. Will the price of invitations to join the Starry Sky organization increase in the future?