A Game for Everyone: God-Level Talent is Achieved Through Rolling In.

When did you realize that you are actually a clone of a concept?

"On my eighteenth birthday."

"What kind of clone is this?"

"I don't know. It always plays coy and refuses to reveal its trump card. But I guess it must be something like talent, genius, or genius."

Why do you make this guess?

"Because of myself, I am confident that I am a genius, and I have always felt that a large part of my destiny is determined by my talents. Since I am a part of it, this deep-rooted belief must come from it."

Nie Wan nodded slightly, a faint smile appearing on her face.

But Yu Liufeng felt he must have Stockholm syndrome, because he felt a sudden sense of relief the moment she smiled.

He had no idea why the other person was laughing, whether it was approval or mockery, but he just laughed along with them.

Nie Wan asked again, "Why do you insist on joining Armand and Ye Rutan? Since you are confident in your talent and indeed know more about the secrets of the game than many players, shouldn't you fight alone or become the king yourself?"

But Yu Liufeng's eyes flickered: "The special nature of my body requires something to maintain it. It's not that I can't do it myself, but I'm worried that I will lose my human cognition, which is already being eroded, in the process."

"Do you need me to kill someone?"

"Not only that, it requires killing, soul refining, tendon extraction, and skin stitching."

But as soon as Liu Feng finished speaking, he immediately stared into Nie Wan's eyes.

You can think I'm hypocritical, I don't care.

“Of course it’s hypocritical, but it doesn’t matter, I’m the same,” Nie Wan said. “I would never personally kill someone to refine their soul, but I would steal it from concepts and others. It’s similar to what you do, I’m also hypocritical, so don’t worry, I have no right to criticize you.”

He wanted Liu Feng to relax his furrowed brows slightly, but they immediately furrowed again.

"So you're pitying me? You think I'm your defeated opponent, that you've already crushed me, so now you're planning to use your leniency to subdue me?"

“You can understand it that way too.” Nie Wan didn’t argue. “I don’t have time to discuss psychological issues or path issues with you. I need all the facts you know.”

But Liu Feng let out a breath, clearly still had countless things to say, but faced with Nie Wan's cold gaze, he could only suppress them.

“I know you are better than Armand and Nightfall in many ways. Within the game framework, they can’t compare to you. You are too ruthless to yourself. They could never do what you have done. However, you started collaborating with Concepts too late. There are some things you may not know yet, while they are already exploring them.”

Nie Wan said, "Perhaps so, then please tell me as soon as possible."

"The game world, the second world, and the real world may seem like three separate worlds, but they are not. The concept and the real world exist on the same plane."

Nie Wan's expression remained unchanged. Not long ago, when Tianxi Changyi relayed Chi Yunsong's conjecture about the game's restart, she realized that this might be the case.

Now, we finally have a definite answer.

"So where is the game?"

"Concepts envelop our world, projecting this virtual world through the flesh and souls of humanity that have been devoured. But calling it virtual isn't quite right; it's still a real world. In contrast, from the moment the game begins, we disappear from real reality. Everyone is thrown into this virtual reality, so death in the game and death in real life are both fake. All perceptions, all sacrifices, all efforts may be fake."

As Yu Liufeng spoke, a look of confusion and bewilderment appeared on his face, as if these things had been lingering in his mind for a long time, making it impossible for him to forget them or ignore them.

But he also knew that once the floodgates were opened and his emotions were allowed to churn within him, the torrent would surely break down his defenses and cause him to completely collapse.

But now that I have to be honest with Nie Wan, I have to say these things and release my emotions.

Once his emotions are truly released, he cannot help but fall into the bewilderment and fear he had anticipated.

Even the most a priori wisdom cannot withstand the inherent vulnerability that makes us human.

Nie Wan saw it clearly, grabbed the Banana Snow Lotus Fire Fan, and fanned him in the face.

While forces related to the concept of peace cannot completely awaken people, they are somewhat useful.

But Liu Feng regained his senses slightly and looked at Nie Wan, who still had an indifferent expression.

“Perhaps this is where I fall short of you,” he murmured. “I’m not ruthless enough. I know I’m fragile and easily swayed. I’m always worried that I’m just an extension of myself, always worried that I can’t hold firm to my principles as a human being. You don’t have these worries.”

“Everyone has their weaknesses,” Nie Wan said. “Go on, that’s how games are, but what about the places you mentioned that I haven’t explored?”

“There is a bridge between the game and the real world as we perceive it, and there is also a bridge between the game and the real world. And there is another bridge, which is between the real second world and the real world.”

He was afraid that he had spoken too vaguely, so he wanted to explain it carefully, word by word.

Nie Wan had already raised her hand.

She used her memory perception privileges to place three huge curtains between the two of them, each curtain shimmering with different lights and shadows.

The curtain on the far left is the abyss space that Changhe Jianluo is sucked into every time he is resurrected.

The central screen displays a blurry image of a dragon's tomb.

The far right side is pure black, a second-world scene he captured from his memories.

But Yu Liufeng stared at the three curtains in disbelief.

How do you know about these places? Have you already been there?

“No,” Nie Wan admitted frankly. “It was just extracted from the memories of other people or concepts. I felt that such places did not exist in the game, so I paid more attention to them and made a special effort to learn about them.”

But Yu Liufeng stared at the images on the three screens, remained silent for a long time, then sighed and said, "Your intuition is also terrifying."

“It wasn’t entirely my intuition,” Nie Wan said. “Many people noticed something was wrong, and we brainstormed together to find these suspicious points. Judging from your reaction, we were lucky to have found the right ones.”

But Liu Feng nodded, feeling tired but also a rare sense of relief.

Armand and Ye Rutan have always been mostly using and testing each other. Now that they've fallen into You Yuehan's hands and become defeated opponents without a doubt, they can stop thinking about anything.