Chapter 186 The Rose Factory

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date="2021-01-01"

title="Chapter 186 The Rose Factory "

weight="114605"

series = ["I Became a God in a Horror Game"]

mode = "manual"

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Mu Ke held the trumpet with a blank expression, and lasted the last minute of his life, making this broken trumpet the last word.

After the horn shuts up, the young master, who was already embarrassed to the point of curling up, pretended that nothing happened, but his tone was obviously weakened: "----White Willow asked us to come to you to bring you You build a better guild."

The eyes of the players of the Scavenging Guild below glanced at the broken copper horn in Xiang Muke's hand. After a pause, they moved delicately to Mu Ke's face standing on the table.

Although he didn't say anything, Mu Ke understood the meaning of "this is it?" from their eyes.

Mu Ke: "..."

The two sides entered a strange stalemate, as if not knowing who pressed the pause button.

Mu Sicheng stood in front of the entrance of the hall, and there was no player present who could overturn him and ran out.

But in the same way, these people's position is also very firm. Even if they are trapped here, they will not be easily persuaded by Mu Ke to give up the right to join the Kings Guild and help a new one who has never met before and is still under siege. President's.

They can survive in this game for so long, but nothing else. The ability to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages is first-class.

Mu Ke took a deep breath and raised the horn again. The harsh loudspeaker scream accompanied Mu Ke's clear voice echoing in the small low-rent building.

"We will not stop players who want to join the Kings Guild. If you want to go, you go, but the object we want to persuade is those players who don't want to continue to be exploited and enslaved in the Grand Guild, but have no better way out. "

"If someone is tired of being the squeezed and harvested object at the bottom of the guild, tired of struggling no matter how much they just want to survive and be a leek in a different place, living a life of fear without any dignity and ability, then you can listen to what I have to say, This may give you a completely different choice."

Mu Ke's eyes are clear: "After I finish speaking, no matter how you choose, we will let you go."

The expressions of the players below are still unbelievable, but because of Mu Ke's words, their faces are obviously curious.

Although know that the ideal choice in Mu Ke's words is unlikely to exist in the current game order, still want to hear what this young player can say.

Or maybe they still have a little hope, hoping for a better choice than Kings Guild, even though they rationally know that this is impossible.

Few individual players can survive without joining a guild in the game.

This is a well-understood axiom of survival rate-in extreme circumstances, such as in this game, the survival rate of individuals in a group will be much higher than that of individual individuals.

Like being trapped in the wilderness and snow, the possibility of a group of people huddling together to keep warm and surviving is far higher than that of a single person alone.

Even if the weak in the group may be exploited, sacrificed, or even trampled to make the strong, but if they give up their dignity, they can live a little longer. This is how ordinary people survive after entering this game. The path to success that can be found most is cowardly, but also has its rationale.

The crowd squeezed in the direction of Xiang Mu Sicheng's exit gradually converged.

They opened a pair of vigilant, unbelievable eyes looking at Mu Ke standing on the table, but their bodies stayed around the table surrounded by Mu Ke standing on the contrary, choosing to stay and listen to the one who didn’t know it was. Different choices of true or false.

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After relaxing his eyes and expression, there was a subconscious sluggishness, and it seemed that he had been tortured and became mentally abnormal.

When these players piled up, stood squeezed into each other, and looked up at Mu Ke with empty eyes, it reminded him of the refugee cave inexplicably.

In this game where you can adjust your appearance at will, players who look like this are usually the bottom players in the game. They don't care about their appearance at all and don't have any other requirements.

Their only requirement is to live.

Mu Ke stood on a table more than one meter higher than the others. Under the gaze of so many people, he looked condescendingly around these people around him.

At this moment, Mu Ke was even a little dazed. He saw the numb and stagnant eyes of these people, as he used to be, faintly lit, shouting for help.

——To the legendary newcomer who hasn’t come here yet, the besieged wanderer, their new president, the god who saved him, the weak expectation of White Willow, and the silence among these people following Mu Ke’s words The fundus lights up.

"You said... the new president, that White Willow gave us another choice, what is this choice?" Someone finally couldn't help but stepped forward and raised his head to question Mu Ke.

Mu Ke took a deep breath: "It's a deal. White Willow will make a deal with you. After the deal is completed, he will be responsible for cultivating your abilities so that they can pass the game independently to support themselves."

"But you, as a group, have to pay him a monthly salary on a regular basis, and everyone is equally divided. After paying his monthly salary, no matter how many points and items you earn in the game, it belongs to you. He will not ask you to get a point. A single cent will not charge you a astronomical commission like other guilds."

The eyes of the players below gradually widened. They looked at Mu Ke helplessly and incredulously, and raised their hands one after another to ask questions:

"Do not charge our commissions and props?!"

"really?"

"Will give resources to train us??!"

"Yes." Mu Ke nodded with extreme affirmation. He exhaled and looked at these players. "White Willow does not, and does not want to exist as an upper class that rules/rules you. He will not control and exploit you, only Help and train you so that you have the ability to earn more points and money, and then pay him a monthly salary."

"Do you know an entertainment company? Compared to the president, White Willow is more willing to exist as your agent. He manages you, develops training plans and resources for each of you, and plans the route that you can optimally develop in this game."

A little smile appeared on Mu Ke's face: "Your new president does not like being a master. He told me that if you are willing to cooperate and trade with him, then you are the boss who pays him a monthly salary, so of course you Every talent is the master of the guild and has the greatest rights in the guild."

"He will delegate the power of the president to each of you, so that the guild will exist as a community."

The players below have been messed up. They have never heard of such an incredible guild concept. It is as if someone is constructing a utopia full of traps, but looks perfect.

The audience still feared and doubted, and even because the composition seemed so beautiful, they were even more afraid of hopefulness. They could not control each other to discuss and whisper, but they got away from the round table where Mu Ke was. The closer he got, the farther away from the gate guarded by Mu Sicheng.

How can anyone be willing to do such a thing of delegating their rights to the group?

This looks too much like a beautiful lie specially woven to tempt them. Players who are smarter than them abound in the game, so this is not the first time that the “lie” that looks full and bright has appeared.

But this time, they couldn't help but want to ask about the follow-up of this lie.

Someone asked in a trembling tone: "White Willow, no, how is President White going to delegate his privileges?"

"If you agree to cooperate." Mu Ke looked at everyone, he was quiet, and opened the game panel, "Your new president, signed a lot of documents before entering the game and sent me, now I will send this I will show you a document."

Mu Ke raised his system panel, on it was a copy of the "Thirty-five Regulations Regarding the Transfer of Corruption Guild", slide down and you can see that White Willow has signed the words, only Party B's handwriting is blank of.

"This document White Willow has signed thousands of copies." Mu Ke slid one by one, showing it to the players below, "If you are willing to accept White Willow's terms, I will issue this contract to you now. , Let you sign on Party B."

Mu Ke's eyes were calm, and he explained word by word: "White Willow will transfer the rights and interests of the guild to each of you, so that each of you can own a part of the guild. He is not just talking, but he will really use black and white words. , The contract regulations recognized by the system make you a true president."

After the appearance of this document, the whole low-rent building fell into the audible silence.

These players were breathing fast, their pupils dilated, and their chests were looking up and down at the document that was held high by Mu Ke, and they looked up and desperately wanted to see every word on it.

Mu Ke also knelt on one knee thoughtfully and lowered the system panel so that players who were close could see the contract clearly.

In the game, everything can be fake, names, appearances, props, skills, these can be faked and deceived in various ways, but there is one thing that cannot be fake——

——That is the contract after system seal certification.

This thing is real! ! !

"It's a real contract!!! The real contract signed by President Bai!!" After the first player broke out a roar of authenticity, the originally silent low-rent building was instantly thrown into it and higher than that There was a loud noise.

The numb and pale expressions on these people's faces faded into unbelievable excitement, blushing and arguing with thick necks, silently raising their heads and weeping, colorful emotions on the faces of these players who were originally rigid and indifferent like corpses. Emerge.

After Mu Ke finally calmed down the boiling crowd, the first player who barely calmed down began to ask him: "That's it, we are all grateful to White Willow, no, no! It is President Bai who is willing to do it. Such a decision! We are very willing to cooperate with Chairman Bai like this!"

This person had a meal and then changed the conversation: "But we all want to ask one thing."

Mu Ke asked: "What's the matter?"

These players looked at each other and looked at Mu Ke. They clasped their chests and rubbed them nervously twice. Did they sweep away their pretentious attitude? Leaning forward and asking sincerely: "We really want to ask, Bai Hui What is the deal that President wants to make with us? Can those of us... really afford the items that President Bai asked for?"

"You can fully afford it. You have something that President Bai thinks is very valuable." Mu Ke said.

"What's in us...make President Bai feel worthy of this contract?" The others scratched their heads inwardly.

Mu Ke smiled gently: "Chairman Bai wants your soul."