It's like that little projected sheep that often appears in your home.
“I’ve set up a five-minute peace mode,” Blue Sheep said. “During these five minutes, neither of us can hurt the other, and you can ask any questions you want.”
Yi Heye frowned, but still carefully hid behind a large tree, just in case this notorious murderer suddenly abandoned his martial virtue.
At that moment, everyone outside the screen, in front of the four-dimensional monitor, held their breath in unison.
In the scene, the blue sheep, suspended in mid-air, seemed to know they were being watched, and suddenly made eye contact with a pair of eyes outside the screen.
Those empty, lifeless, and cold eyes sent chills down the spines of the person opposite them.
"Isn't it beautiful? My ideal world."
In stark contrast to the chaotic, viscous world just moments before, the world before them was vibrant and colorful, a breathtakingly beautiful scene of birdsong and fragrant flowers, causing even the programmers focused on playing support games outside the screen to abruptly stop what they were doing.
By this time, Yi Heye had recovered from the visual shock. He rubbed his temples, which were aching with excitement, looked up, glanced at the blue sheep, and said sarcastically in a cold voice, "Why are you suddenly so generous? Shouldn't such a precious thing be kept hidden away?"
The last time Utopia was revealed was in a live broadcast. After realizing that he had been exposed to the public, Blue Sheep seemed to want to hide it from the public eye. He covered most of the picture with thick fog, as if he was afraid that others would see it.
"Do you think I can hide it just because I want to?" Blue Sheep retorted. "The biggest characteristic of Roguelike games is randomness. Unless my map is removed from LIFE's database, with such a large number of visits every day, even if the probability is set to a very low level, it is still possible for someone to discover it, isn't that right?"
Yi Heye raised his eyes: "Don't you know very well? It's all determined by random probability, so why kill innocent people?"
"No one is innocent." Blue Sheep spun in the air, its lifeless eyes fixed on Yi Heye: "Pests that disrupt the ecological balance should be killed as a matter of course."
Yi Heye had recovered from the chaotic mental pollution. He rubbed his temples helplessly and said, "Mr. Ma Chunyang, has anyone ever told you that your chuunibyou (middle school syndrome) is quite severe..."
Off-screen, Little Cloud asked in confusion, "Huh? (Who is Ma Chunyang?)"
Jian Yunxian: "...There is no Ma Chunyang here, only an idiot who always gets people's names wrong."
Mr. Fang Chunyang also expressed his opinion on the idiot, and his usually calm electronic voice wavered: "I once had illusions about reality, and thought that if I couldn't change things, I could hide in the game and choose to compromise, but what was the result?"
"Years of hard work were stolen, a bunch of incongruous things were added, it was given someone else's name, and in the end, I couldn't even save my life." Lan Yang trembled with anger. He looked out of the screen, a blue fire burning in his lifeless eyes. "Liu Siwei, were you in such a hurry to kill me to silence me because I said I would report you for job-related crimes?"
On the screen, Liu Siwei was feeling devastated because he couldn't provide any effective support, and Fang Chunyang's words made him turn pale.
“I prepared the evidence before I died, and I will send it to the security department at midnight tonight,” Lan Yang said. “You forced me to do this, even trying to steal my last map. I will not let you off the hook.”
On one side, Pei Xiangjin propped his head up and twirled his pen, looking at Liu Siwei and jokingly said in a relaxed tone, "Mr. Liu, don't be anxious. Murder is one thing, failing to report it is another, and committing a crime is yet another. Let's take it slow. You still have a chance to redeem yourself... It doesn't necessarily mean you'll be executed immediately."
Liu Siwei almost slumped in his seat—how could he have known that this guy had hidden a map in the database before he died, and how could he have predicted that random calculations could actually extract this guy's "treasure"?
At this moment, after Lan Yang finished criticizing Liu Siwei, he continued to express his desires to Yi Heye:
"LIFE means 'life,' clean skies, fresh air—that's real life, not a bunch of weirdos playing role-playing games, mixing smoky fights and bloodshed together, killing my little animals for amusement, washing their filthy bodies with pure spring water, pollution, slaughter, promiscuity... What kind of life is that?!"
Looking at his sheep-like face, which had turned purple with anger, Yi Heye could vaguely understand what was making this guy so angry—
Ultimately, from the moment LIFE added combat elements to a casual sightseeing game, those players who unintentionally wandered into this map with game items and hunting missions were seen as outright invaders in his eyes.
The way they wielded knives and guns, slaughtering living beings and spilling blood, was no different from that of the "sinners" who built chimneys and factories.
"The stupidest thing I ever did was to have unrealistic fantasies about these pigs."
Once upon a time, Fang Chunyang also thought of using games to awaken everyone's pursuit of nature.
Yi Heye had read his early blog posts, where he had many ideas that now seem rather naive and unrealistic.
He once joined forces with the university student association to write to large chemical companies demanding rectification, and he also went to the government environmental department to petition many times. After countless unsuccessful petitions, he chose to focus on creating his "ideal world".
"The reason everyone is so apathetic is because they were born into a filthy city. I want to bring the scenes of Area A into the game so that people will no longer be content with their current situation, and only then can humanity's future be saved..."
If the so-called "trampling" and "insult" of his work by Siwei killed him for the first time, then the overwhelming enthusiasm of numerous players for the "garbage" he despised was the second time he was killed.
He discovered that few people cared about so-called "life," and no one was inspired by his map to have any environmental consciousness. Those idiots who knew nothing were just a bunch of bastards who only knew how to play games.
—But none of this concerns Yi Heye.
He silently counted down the seconds in his mind, calculating when that five-minute peace mode would end.
With a little over two minutes left, Yi Heye looked up and spoke to him: "Then why did you pretend to be a sheep? I don't think you just wanted to frame SHEEP."
Upon hearing the name SHEEP, Qin Xu of Blue Sheep seemed to suddenly cool down. His lifeless eyes stared at Yi Heye for a few more seconds before he murmured, "He's right there, isn't he...? I saw him with my own eyes... He's right there."
Yi Heye frowned, thinking of Jian Yunxian's home, and forcibly suppressed some unnecessary doubts.
Several butterflies slowly flew over and landed above Blue Sheep's head, fluttering their wings.
In that instant, Yi Heye asked himself in a daze—are butterflies extinct? He felt like he hadn't seen a living butterfly in ages, yet it wasn't entirely unfamiliar, because it was tattooed on the lower back and shoulders by all sorts of people, made into movies with strange meanings, and bent into flashing icons by oddly shaped light tubes...
Just like birds, insects, and flowers, Yi Heye had seen many lifelike electronic pets and mechanical bonsai, but he had rarely seen any real living creatures.
But then he realized that what he was seeing was not real. These lively and fresh creatures were just cold data in the background. If a malfunction occurred, they might not even be as good as the six-eyed flying squirrel that the pink water had transformed into.
As a result, his sense of guilt was greatly reduced.
At this moment, Lan Yang was still muttering something to himself, but Yi Heye had already quietly touched the tree trunk behind him.
He continued counting down in his mind, silently counting down: "Ten, nine, eight, seven..."
At this moment, the support item handed over by SHEEP was gradually taking shape. He looked down and couldn't help but smile.
Sometimes he really wondered if this guy could actually read his mind.
"Six, five, four..."
He had already quietly flexed his muscles, ready to unleash a burst of power at any moment.
He had won first place multiple times in the hunters' countdown competition, and his countdowns were almost never off by a millisecond. They all said that Yi Heye was so accurate that it was like he had a stopwatch in his head...
"Three, two, one!"
The moment the countdown ended, a soft buzzing sound rang out, and the state of peace was broken.
Yi Heye first charged up with a back kick, then flew in front of Lan Yang, raised his left hand, and fired a shot at his head.
A loud bang shattered the tranquility of the sky, and nearby birds and beasts scattered in terror.
Blue Sheep, who had just been awakened by the buzzing sound, was completely bewildered and seemed to be surprised that five minutes had passed so quickly before a bullet had blown open his head.
Once out of peace, Blue Sheep lost his invincibility buff and took a solid shot, rolling backward several times before his head exploded into a blue flower of blood.
But this guy's home-field advantage was far more shameless than Yi Heye had imagined. He had just lost a tenth of his health bar, and it was almost instantly restored to full.
But Yi Heye didn't stop. Just a second before he hit the ground, the Sheep brand chainsaw that SHEEP had given him quickly took shape.
With a "whoosh," the chainsaw's teeth spun rapidly. Yi Heye held the saw with both hands and sawed through the tree trunk, which was as thick as two people could hug. The trunk collapsed quickly under his powerful kick, directly crushing Lan Yang, who was still trying to recover.
Yi Heye chased after it without any guilt—since it was all fake anyway, there was nothing to regret even if he burned it down.
At this moment, facing this bandit who started indiscriminately cutting down trees, the blue sheep, who was pinned to the ground by the tree, was so angry that it spat out a mouthful of blue blood, reducing its HP by 10.
Yi He was ruthless and didn't say much. He didn't give the guy a second more and directly blasted him with a chainsaw.
He didn't know what Blue Sheep's self-repair mechanism was, but if he could still act so brazenly after being beheaded, he would have to report him to the arbitration center for cheating.
However, just a second before the saw teeth touched Blue Sheep's short, thick neck, a tremendous force deflected the chainsaw from his hand, sending it slashing straight toward Yi Heye's face.
Just a second before it hit Yi Heye, the chainsaw suddenly inflated into a sheep-shaped air bladder, encasing its sharp teeth.
The soft sheep's belly bounced onto Yi Heye's forehead, then deflated as it was scraped by the still-flying saw teeth inside. Whether it was Yi Heye's imagination or not, he seemed to vaguely hear a few pitiful "baa" sounds coming from the chainsaw.
He was just about to offer the chainsaw sheep some sympathetic human compassion when he saw the blue sheep in front of him curl up into a ball and spin rapidly through the air—
Here it comes again. When Yi Heye saw this shape, he was reminded of his last encounter, and an uncontrollable phantom pain shot through his left arm.
At that moment, only one thought flashed through his mind—never let the sheep-shaped shell finish loading.
He quickly raised his hand and fired several shots at the sheep ball, but the rapidly spinning sheep body seemed to be so hard that it was impossible to break through, and even deflected all the bullets.
As the sheep ball in front of him was about to finish loading, Yi Heye took a deep breath and whispered, "Slow down."
In an instant, a ram's head dagger appeared in his hand.
The gun felt completely unfamiliar; Yi Heye couldn't even be sure it was firing a bullet. But the situation was extremely critical, and with no other option but to try anything, Yi Heye pulled the trigger on Yang Qiu.
"Meow!!"
With a clear bleating of a sheep, a transparent, jelly-like fat sheep flew out from the muzzle of the gun in my hand, its plump body completely enveloping the sheep ball.
Then, the fat sheep turned into a sticky, transparent paste, which slowly embraced the sheep's penis, like a tongue slowly licking the entire body of the sheep's penis, and forcefully stopped the rapidly spinning sheep's penis.
At this moment, Lan Yang, covered in sticky liquid and unable to move easily, and Yi Heye both had shocked expressions, a mixture of shock and despair.
"Damn it," Yi Heye said with disgust. "How disgusting."
At this moment, SHEEP, who couldn't join the call, seemed to have heard his complaint and, in a rather blatant attempt to cover it up, added a note to the ram's head gun—
"The Slime Gun can fire cute slime sheep, which have a very significant slowing effect."
Yi Heye refused to admit that this thing was slime, snapped his hand to shut off the buoy, and refused to accept any excuses.
But this did not distract Yi Heye. Taking advantage of Lan Yang being entangled, Yi Heye raised his gun again.
This time, the gun in his hand was given a four-dimensional mark the moment he raised it, and then the feel and weight changed.
Changing the weapon model suddenly before firing is highly unethical, but Yi Heye's professionalism was exceptional, and he managed to maintain his composure. The recoil nearly shattered his shoulder the instant the miniature rocket launcher fired.
Damn it, Yi Heye's head was buzzing with chaotic thoughts for a moment.
He will go back and sue Siwei for attempted murder.
Attempted murder is one thing, effective assistance is another.
That shot was indeed incredibly powerful; it blasted the entire lawn, leaving a terrifying trajectory.
Blue Sheep's health bar was reduced to less than 40%, and its recovery rate also decreased significantly.
Yi Heye wanted to press his advantage, but the huge impact of the recoil caused a tearing pain in his left shoulder.
It was at least a comminuted fracture; Yi Heye's face began to turn pale, and his breathing became heavy.
Although Blue Sheep's health bar was almost half gone, he felt no pain. He simply dug his nearly flattened body out of the mud pit and began preparing to attack again, albeit crookedly.
Yi Heye knelt on one knee, holding his shoulder and trying to catch his breath. But at this moment, the pain seemed to make his movements sluggish. He didn't even try to dodge the blue sheep that was rushing toward his left shoulder.
This time, Blue Sheep's attack was clearly somewhat hasty; he didn't have time to accelerate to full speed before launching himself. Even so, the heavy blow landed with astonishing force.
This time, Yi Heye didn't even scream; his movements went limp.
Blue Sheep had also exhausted all his strength. His health bar had stopped recovering, and he was trembling as he propped up his nearly exhausted body, asking Yi Heye mockingly, "This time, your partner didn't help you unplug the plug?"
He looked at the motionless Yi Heye, who collapsed exhausted beside his palm, and sneered, "If you're afraid of pain, don't be stubborn..."
However, before he could finish speaking, he was pressed firmly to the ground by a tremendous force.
Just moments ago, Yi Heye was half-dead, but now, as if suddenly experiencing a resurgence of energy, he used his shattered shoulder and the hard, steel-like prosthetic limb to pin him down.