After leaving the world of all NPCs

"You can't afford any price. This little world, this body you rely on for existence, every inch of flesh and blood, every bone, belongs to me."

Ye Zuochen raised a finger and said, "Even this body of yours, I've used it countless times before your consciousness arrived."

"To be honest, I don't have any special interest in you personally."

"I brought you along simply because I thought it would be more fun to form a pair. For example, you and Kal'tsit could form a cat and master, Amiya could form a foster mother and adopted daughter, you and Precious could form a pair of old-time lovers, and you and Theresa could form a queen and chancellor..."

"Now that I think about it, I realize I've tried quite a few combinations with you."

As if to verify the truth of his words, Ye Zuochen casually waved in the direction of the passage from the deck to the bridge.

The footsteps sounded light and orderly.

One by one, the young female operators of Rhodes Island came out.

They all have beautiful faces in different styles: some are tall and slender, some are petite, and some are heroic... Their skin glows with health in the sunset, their breathing is even, and their chests rise and fall.

The operators lined up and stood behind Ye Zuochen with natural postures.

The crisp sound of snapping fingers suddenly cut through the air.

It was as if the invisible string was suddenly tightened.

White fingers reached for her lower garment.

The hem of a skirt, the waistband of pants, the edge of pantyhose...

There was no shyness, no hesitation, only frank obedience to the orders set by Ye Zuochen.

The sound of fabric being pulled downwards merged into one, stopping uniformly at the mid-thigh position for everyone.

Then, the girls all bent down and bent their waists into a ninety-degree right angle.

In an instant, a dazzling scene appeared on the deck.

The brilliant light of the setting sun, like molten gold, splashed unreservedly on the snow-white objects that suddenly had beautiful shapes exposed, turning into a dazzling arc.

The doctor's eyes swept across the glaring scene, his face under the hood still hidden in the shadows.

Ok.

At least I am sure that the person in front of me only has anger in his mind.

This actually makes things easier.

The doctor felt that if Ye Zuochen was a complex and profound person, she would have to think carefully about whether to make a deal with him.

Compared to some "saints" with high moral standards who want to save the world, change the fate of the race, continue civilization, and make the world understand each other... the doctor thinks Ye Zuochen is simpler.

Thinking of this, the doctor withdrew his gaze and looked at Ye Zuochen again.

"I can help you get other people online."

"Tsk, tsk, tsk," Ye Zuochen took two slow steps, as if in awe. "You're truly worthy of being called an 'evil spirit.' To achieve your own goals, you turn around and send others to me as toys without hesitation? You're such an expert at selling out your teammates."

The doctor's expression was unclear under his hood, but his voice, which came through the cloth, was calm and without a trace of emotion: "Are you going to do it or not?"

Ye Zuochen stopped, put his hands in his trouser pockets, and looked at her calmly: "Tell me first, what are you going to do?"

"Go find Precious," the doctor replied without hesitation, his words clear and cold. "Then, pull her consciousness into this world, yours, and permanently ban her from logging off."

Ye Zuochen repeated playfully, "What happened next?"

"Resurrect Theresa, complete the civilization continuation plan, and resolve all problems on Earth." The doctor's gaze penetrated the shadow of his hood, seemingly looking directly at the blueprint for the future. "To accomplish this, I need the help of other aliens. Of course, you can also provide assistance."

Ye Zuochen raised his right hand, palm up, and made a "show" gesture: "Alright, but I don't want to do this for nothing, so let me see your 'determination' first."

The Doctor was silent for a moment.

Then she raised her hands and reached for the buttons of her heavy coat.

One by one, slowly and steadily they unravel.

A package with snack crumbs, a few crushed cookies, a small bag of gummy candies...

As the coat opened, bits of debris fell out like a flood, clattering onto the cold metal deck, rolling everywhere and emitting a stronger mixed smell.

The coat was completely removed and thrown carelessly aside, next to the pile of snacks.

The afterglow of the setting sun stretched the figure covered with thin inner clothes into a long shape.

"Don't take off your stockings, our feet are smelly and that's what our friends like."

"..."

What is this person saying suddenly?

The doctor took a step forward, walked in front of Ye Zuochen, bent his knees, and knelt neatly on the deck scattered with snack crumbs.

The chill of the metal instantly spread to the knees through the thin black silk.

Ye Zuochen lowered his eyes and looked at her, his face showing no emotion. He just unbuttoned the top few buttons of his trousers, his movements as casual as brushing off dust.

"Offer your loyalty," Ye Zuochen commanded in a condescending tone, his gaze sweeping downwards with a pointed look. "As for where to kiss... I think you know it well."

The doctor's gaze followed Ye Zuochen's line of sight.

There was no expression of humiliation or anger on his face, not even a hint of emotional fluctuation, only coldness and determination.

The doctor had no elegant posture, no extra preparation, he just leaned forward slightly and lowered his head.

Feeling the other person's somewhat cold lips, Ye Zuochen reminded him, "Your tongue is not just for show. Show us your negotiation skills!"

Now that it has come to this, the doctor will naturally do as he is told.

But... it's too big.

I feel like my jaw is going to drop...

Ye Zuochen shuddered slightly and made a mental note.

Today’s sin of pride—standing high and humiliating and oppressing others—has been completed.

As expected of a highly respected doctor with a mission, he achieved the goal in just this one move.

Great!

114 I am still working hard to commit a crime today

Guixin School.

The campus is extremely luxurious, with towering Gothic spires piercing the clear sky, perfectly trimmed lawns like green velvet, and fountains reflecting the light of broken diamonds in the sunlight.

More than 5,000 numbered students all changed into uniform school uniforms.

He wore a straight and dignified dark suit jacket, an exquisite silk bow tie, and the collar and cuffs were meticulously done.

However, when you look down, you will find that the skirt is surprisingly short, barely covering the perky buttocks. When you walk, the white thighs draw a dazzling arc in the sun that makes your heart beat faster.

The girls now came to the huge building on campus that served as a sports venue and performance stage.

The band Pastel Palettes was invited to perform today.

After all, this is Bang Bang World. It would be unreasonable not to invite people to perform and meet the spiritual needs of the students.

Deep in the venue, in the spacious backstage room that was temporarily requisitioned, the air was stagnant, mixed with dust, the sweet smell of cheap air freshener, and a hint of animal smell.

Ye Zuochen pulled up his trousers comfortably, and the metal buckle of his belt closed with a crisp "click", which sounded particularly harsh in the silence.

"Okay, clean up. It's almost showtime."

Maruyama Aya's fluttering pink performance dress seemed to have suddenly lost its support, clinging limply to her skin. She took a deep breath, trying to suppress the chaotic trembling in her chest, but her voice remained shrill and drifting: "Perform...perform! Good luck to the performance! Everyone!"

"Yeah." Bai Lu Qiansheng's long, light yellow hair cascaded down his shoulders. His purple-red eyes were focused and calm as he meticulously adjusted the exquisite bow tie on his chest, which matched his uniform. He raised his chin slightly, revealing the impeccable curves he was most familiar with in public. "I have to fix it up properly. I have to appear in perfect shape."

"Huh? Got it!" The white ribbon in Hikawa Hinata's fluffy green hair swayed gently as she jumped lively. Her clear green eyes curved into crescents, and the smile at the corner of her lips was pure and innocent, as if everything that had just happened was just an insignificant game.

"Hmm~ I feel relaxed all over my body, and I'm in great shape!" The hem of Yamato Maya's green and white performance skirt swayed as she slightly twisted her waist.

Wakamiya Eve straightened her slender body, her silver-gray braids drooping over her shoulders. Her blue eyes burned with an almost solemn fire, and her purple and white skirt seemed like a battle robe of faith. "After serving the general, I feel my heart is filled with strength. The stage is my new battlefield!"

Ye Zuochen's eyes swept lazily over the five girls in gorgeous performance costumes and with different postures, as if he was admiring his own collection.

He slowly pulled five small objects out of his trouser pocket and spread them out in his palm.

The plastic shell gleamed with a cheap and harsh luster, and the shape was ambiguous and the colors varied, just pink, yellow, cyan, green and purple.

“Bring this show.”

"Eh—?! No, no, no! Absolutely not!" Maruyama Aya waved her hands in panic, her body instinctively backing away, her back slamming against the cold wall. "If...if we move too much during the performance, or accidentally fall, and someone sees us...our idol careers will be over! It's completely over!"

Bai Lu Qiansheng's perfect smile remained unchanged, like a carefully painted mask. He gently pushed the light yellow toy back to the edge of Ye Zuochen's palm: "No, I don't need this."

"So that's what you were planning. It feels so good~?"

Bingchuan Ricai was the first to jump over, and without hesitation she stood on tiptoe and kissed Ye Zuochen loudly on the cheek.

Then, she flexibly turned sideways, and using her height and the puffy blue and white skirt as cover, she deftly slipped her wrist under the skirt for a moment.

"It's done! It wasn't a hassle at all!"

Yamato Maya's gaze quickly shifted from the green toy, as if it were too hot. Her short brown hair obscured her expression, and she could only be heard mumbling softly, "Huh... right now, I suddenly feel like I'm a drummer, sitting in the back. It's so nice."

Wakamiya Eve took a deep breath and straightened her back, like a suddenly tensed green bamboo.

She stretched out her hands and solemnly took the purple toy, like a warrior accepting a sword given by a general.

"This is training! This is also training! Therefore - this is Bushido!"

Ye Zuochen nodded in agreement: "Right, right, this approach is depicted in many classic Japanese works."

"I don't know what work you're talking about," Bai Lu Qiansheng's voice suddenly interrupted, as calm as ice, "but please don't let little Eve have any strange misunderstandings."

Maruyama Aya leaned against the cold wall, her body still shaking slightly.

Her pink twintails drooped limply by her ears. She stared intently at her legs, clad in white knee-high socks and blue bow garters. Her voice was as soft as a mosquito's whisper, more like a desperate attempt to hypnotize herself:

"Try hard...you must try hard...you must not be seen..."

Ye Zuochen didn't agree with this reaction.

Speaking of which, the five girls from Pastel Palettes were the first people he met when he came to the world of No. 909 (Bang Bang).

At that time, many of the female characters in the original story were in the hot spring hotel. Ye Zuochen naturally knew this group of people. Later, he would go to watch their performances and, by the way, acquired the incredible agency Pastel Palettes.

As for why there is a group of girls waiting for him to explore the [NPC world], but he specially makes time to accompany them?

Of course, it’s because they are idols.

Ye Zuochen's deep voice sounded again, "You are not allowed to wear leggings."

Hearing this, everyone was stunned.

Maruyama Aya was like a cat whose tail had been stepped on: "Eh?! No, no, no! Absolutely not! If...if I move too much during the performance, or accidentally fall..."

"If we get caught...our idol careers will be over! It's completely over!"

Ye Zuochen raised his hand and pointed outside the window at the angelic girls in miniskirts and school uniforms strolling in the garden. "There are only girls here. The only male is me."

"So, even if we're discovered, what's the big deal? It's just satisfying their curiosity."

"If you really feel embarrassed..."

"Then try your best to keep your skirt from flying up and not let anyone notice. Isn't this also a form of professional training for idols?"

The girls looked at each other.

Outside the heavy soundproof door, a huge noisy sound could be faintly heard from the direction of the stage - the cheers of the audience, the hum of equipment, and the electronic sound of countdown.

It didn't feel like a summons, but more like a cruel countdown.

Bailu Qiansheng was the first to move.

She straightened her back like a queen about to embark on a battlefield and pushed her long light yellow hair back over her shoulders.

The impeccable idol smile on her face reappeared, and her high heels tapped on the cold ground, making a light "tapping" sound as she walked towards the door that separated light and darkness.

Hikawa Hina skipped after them, her blue and white puffy skirt fluttering, the white ribbons in her hair dancing lightly, and she hummed a tuneless tune, as if what was about to begin was a very ordinary game.

Yamato Maya silently put on the drumstick bag, and the hem of her green skirt briefly rose into a startling arc as she moved.

She immediately reached out and pressed it, then quickened her pace, almost running towards the drum stand, as if that was a safe fortress.

Wakamiya Eve took a deep breath and adjusted the portable keyboard at her waist to the most comfortable position, as if she was wearing her samurai sword.