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Chapter 11 011. The Chosen Game

Before Qiao Mu had time to carefully appreciate what those words represented, he saw those lines distorting again, turning into more obvious and deeper words.

[Congratulations on completing the novice mission]

[Please choose the god you believe in and get the novice reward]

After these two sentences, the words quickly exploded on the ground like fireworks, turning into five fragments of different shapes.

The top piece looks like bright sunshine and irregular gears. On that piece, inorganic words are engraved with a word.

【brilliant】

The fragment on the upper left is square and square, with a wood-like texture, slightly mottled, and the brush strokes are written with strong strokes.

【Feng Rang】

As his eyes moved, the fragment on the right took on a vortex shape, seeming to absorb all the surrounding light into it. Around it, twisted words swirled.

【long】

In the lower left corner, red fragments like broken gems formed a wall, and on the wall, there were traces left like those carved by a carving knife.

【Quiet】

And the last fragment was like a mirror, reflecting the night sky, the street, and Qiao Mu's face, but they were all ambiguous, blurry, and mist-shrouded, and it seemed like these words were written on it with fingers.

【End】

"What's this?"

Qiao Mu felt strange looking at these things.

These fragments have a strong sense of alienness. If we say that the monsters in the previous [Madhouse] were monsters beyond human imagination.

Then these fragments give people the feeling that they "existences that do not belong to this world."

"What do you see?"

Su Hong asked Qiao Mu while moving his joints to stand up when he saw Qiao Mu staring at the ground.

"It allows me to choose a god to believe in."

Qiao Mu looked at the fragments and found that Su Hong seemed unable to see what he saw. He read the words again and then touched his chin.

"But I am a staunch materialist. Can I believe in the truth?"

"cannot."

Hearing Qiao Mu's words, Su Hong was stunned, as if she was choking on an egg yolk. She swallowed before continuing.

"These are said to be gods, but they are actually similar to, um, your profession of playing games. Different gods give you different abilities and gifts. Um, have you ever played games?"

"Profession."

Qiao Mu chewed the word.

"For example, [Brilliance], according to the information we can now grasp, this god is more inclined to give the chosen ones the ability to acquire more knowledge, and has additional effects on inorganic objects, machinery, books and the like. We used to have A colleague who chose [Brilliance] gained the ability to interpret memories from objects, which is quite convenient.”

Su Hong explained that this was common sense to investigators from Northern Heavy Industries, but to Qiao Mu, who knew nothing, it was valuable information.

"What if he sees something he shouldn't?"

Qiao Mu felt like he had discovered Hua Dian. Since in this world, knowledge is pollution, and the more you know, the unlucky you are. Then isn’t this ability to look around very dangerous? Maybe when you see a manhole cover on the road, you will find that you have been there before. Something unusual passed by.

"That's a good question. I'll ask him next time I visit his grave."

Su Hong didn't hide anything.

"Take me with you."

Qiao Mu patted Su Hong's shoulder and pointed to another word.

"What about [Feng Rang]?"

"The gods of [Feng Rang] master the secrets of life and death. Most of their chosen ones have strong physiques, recovery abilities, and some biological-related abilities. We had a colleague before."

Before Su Hong could finish speaking, Qiao Mu interrupted him.

"This colleague you are talking about, should we visit the grave together during Qingming Festival?"

"Being not."

Su Hong replied solemnly, and then spoke again.

"The ability he gained is extremely strong recovery ability. Even if he is fatally injured, he can recover within a few hours. Unfortunately, he encountered extremely strong memetic contamination during a certain mission and now thinks that he is a I often put my finger into the socket of a refrigerator and get an electric shock.”

"It doesn't seem very happy."

Qiao Mu commented.

"The rest, let me think about it, the [Eternal] Chosen Ones are more like magicians in the sense of ordinary people's perception. They can control fire, frost, storms, and some of them can also interfere with the spirit."

Su Hong then continued.

"Why don't you talk about your colleagues?"

Qiao Mu was still knocking on the bowl and waiting to hear the gossip.

"We currently do not have [long-standing] Chosen Ones as colleagues, because these Chosen Ones are relatively strong in combat. Most of them fight alone, are unwilling to join the organization, and are more likely to die in danger."

Su Hong seemed to recall something, sighed, and continued to introduce.

"As for [Quiet], there are quite a few of his chosen ones, and there is no relatively unified overview of their abilities. We once found that there was a [Quiet] chosen one who could grow grass from his body, and there was also a [Quiet] chosen one who could grow grass from his body. As long as the chosen one sneezes, his gender will change, which is difficult to define accurately. "

"Changing gender sounds like fun."

Qiao Mu was suddenly fascinated and felt that choosing [Quietness] was not a bad choice. He had long wanted to try what it was like to be a woman.

But for safety reasons, he still asked about his colleagues.

"We have colleagues from the [Quiet] Chosen One, but they are definitely not the ones you think of."

Su Hong sneered at Qiao Mu's idea and continued to speak.

"The last one, the chosen one in [Endgame] is quite special, and there are very few in number. If there are other chosen ones present to guide them, they usually won't recommend newcomers to choose this god."

Here he paused.

"Why are there so few?"

Qiao Mu became interested.

He's the kind of person who, if there's a button in front of him that says "Never press it," will press it decisively.

"Because [The End] does not give his chosen ones a specific extraordinary ability, what he gives is a way to anchor the existence under the abyss such as anomalies to itself. Through this Method, the Chosen One can borrow the power of those anchored abnormalities to a certain extent.”

Su Hong was silent for a moment, and then glanced at Qiao Mu, who was also silent.

“Why don’t you ask what anchoring means?”

“So what does anchoring mean?”

Although Qiao Mu felt that he already understood, he still decided to satisfy Su Hong.

".I told you, the anomaly in the abyss will drag other objective entities falling into it. Once caught, its depth will decrease, and the depth of the other party will deepen. In the end, the depths of the two will gradually converge. Nearly, a balance is achieved.”

Su Hong spread her hands and looked at her palms.

"The Chosen One of [Endgame] can take the initiative to connect with one or several anomalies, and fix those anomalies at a certain depth at the cost of sinking. This is anchoring."

"I understand, the Chosen One of [Endgame] uses anomalies to defeat anomalies, and is a substitute messenger."

Qiao Mu clapped his hands. As a member of the Qiao family, he had no resistance to this substitute-like ability. He had decided to choose this no matter what.

"But because of this, the chosen ones of [End Page] still have almost no combat effectiveness after completing the first mission. They must also actively contact anomalies and anchor them at the cost of deepening their own pollution. As time goes by , the depth of the Chosen One in [Endgame] will continue to increase, and will eventually sink completely.”

Su Hong's voice became deeper.

"Then do you have any colleagues who believe in [the end]? Is he still alive?"

Qiao Mu thinks this colleague's topic is really interesting.

"have."

Su Hong heard this, thought for a moment, clenched his fist and unclenched it. He took out the coin from his pocket and threw it skillfully.

Wrong guess again.

He spoke immediately.

"I am that colleague."