Chapter 268 Toby Bennett
One player is equal to one anchor point. More than forty players entering the mirror space means more than forty anchor points simultaneously anchoring the subspace area where evil spirits are generated.
It can also be understood as more than 40 fishing lines hooking a big fat fish at the same time...
Yang Qiu only needed to use the matrix connection to input some dark energy and recover some dark energy to leave his breath in this evil spirit space.
Next... is to destroy the dominant will that created this space and take over its place.
Without players interfering physically, it would take a little longer to rely on remote means. With players active in the space, it would be too easy. Yang Qiu took advantage of the large spiritual fluctuations of the evil spirit to snatch away some of the dark energy of the evil spirit, and forcibly weakened the evil spirit to a level that the players could deal with. Then, he just had to wait patiently for the players to defeat the BOSS, and then bring the sealed copper buckle to him to exchange for worthless reputation points...
The players who always go online to form a group to kill monsters for several hours every day have combat experience that is no less than that of professional mercenary groups. They take the initiative to attack and do not give the evil spirit BOSS the opportunity to summon the "death in the light" monster on the first floor to help. They block the evil spirit BOSS in a narrow alley and surround and kill it.
During the siege, the evil spirit BOSS, who had not completely lost his intelligence before his death, adopted a variety of counterattack methods, including but not limited to forcibly plundering the control of the bodies of some undead and letting players kill each other... but it was of no use.
First, players don't care about hitting their friendly forces. Second, the controlled players can be forced offline on the spot, leaving the undead bodies that have been deprived of control scattered like skeletons on the ground. This is the experience provided by a former Cangjian player who has played Jiansan and mastered the operation of having the heavy sword instantly removed by Pingsha after hitting his friendly forces several times.
The evil spirit, whose strength was weakened to the point where it was even weaker than that of the vampire Hannah Connell, was ultimately unable to defeat these players who treated hunting monsters as a game every day.
Before being completely destroyed physically by the players, the evil spirit wailed and launched one last attack - a group mental attack.
Players whose overall mental strength (potential value) is only 200 on average will definitely not be able to withstand this kind of mental attack from the big evil spirit, but there are people behind the players... Yang Qiu, who was staring at the battlefield, discovered that this evil spirit launched a fatal blow to the players at the cost of the collapse of its spirit body, and quickly airdropped mental strength over to provide a mental barrier for the remaining thirty or so anchor points.
The overflowing spirits penetrated the undead bodies where the players' soul projections were attached, and gently brushed past the matrix imprint, allowing players who were immune to mental damage to see CG-like memory scenes.
This is a scar engraved on the soul left by the short life of a little boy named Toby Bennett.
Toby Bennett, three years older than Kent Bennett.
Toby is different from normal children. When there are guests at home, Toby can feel that there is something wrong with the way others look at him. There is pity, sympathy, disgust and disdain.
Toby has some problems with his brain, and he cannot control his expressions and body movements well, but he is not stupid. He is even smarter than children of the same age.
Smart Toby, when he was only four years old, already knew that his mother treated his younger brother differently from himself.
His mother always tried to show her love for him in front of outsiders, but when no one else was around, the look in his eyes was always terrifying.
His mother...didn't want to face him, didn't want to see him, something the young Toby himself gradually realized.
As for his father, Toby didn't have a very vivid impression of him... When his father came home, he was unwilling to see him and always lay motionless in bed. Occasionally, when his brother cried, his father stretched his neck and loudly scolded his mother and him through the door.
Maybe he was eight, maybe he was nine, but Toby was old enough to go to a working-class school.
One day, Toby woke up from his sleep and found his father holding him and walking out, while his mother was closing the door behind them.
Toby realized something and tried to get down from his father's arms in fear, but his father did not let go and held his shoulders and legs very hard.
His mother came up and closed the door, putting a coat over Toby's head.
The last thing Toby saw before his coat blocked his view was his mother's cold eyes.
His parents didn't want him anymore.
The Bennetts have had enough of the curious looks from strangers and the sneer from neighbors and relatives behind their backs.
Toby cried and begged, struggling with all his might, but it was of no use. He was three years older than Kent, but not as strong as Kent.
Before being stuffed into the strange carriage, Toby used all his strength to pull a brass button off his father's sleeve.
When he regained consciousness, he was placed in a very shabby wooden shed. His clothes had been taken away by someone, and the only thing that was not taken away was the copper button on his father's clothes, which he held tightly in his hand.
The old woman who picked him up from the garbage dump at the port made a large pullover for him using a torn tablecloth discarded from a restaurant, and pinned the beautiful brass button he was holding in his hand on his collar.
The old woman thought he was only four or five years old, and that his strange expression and strange hands and feet were just the result of the shock he suffered after being abandoned. She used the money she earned from washing clothes in cold water to buy him an alchemical potion with only one bottle left, and with her rough hands covered with frostbite, she brought him a thick soup of potatoes and beans.
Under the protection of the old woman, he struggled to survive like a weed.
He knew that the home he grew up in was only two blocks away , but he also knew that it was no longer his home.
The old woman only stayed with him for three winters before she died.
The laundry owner didn't want to take in Toby, who could only work half a job, but it was the laundry workers who pleaded for him, which allowed him to keep the cold and shabby living quarters.
Toby hid the pullover that he no longer fit into under the straw mat. Whenever winter came, he was homeless and had to spend the winter in the shelter provided by the laundry. He had to touch the pullover made by the old woman stitch by stitch under the straw mat so that he could fall asleep peacefully despite the cold.
He didn't remember which winter he died. He only remembered that he seemed to have had a very long nightmare that he could not recall. When he woke up, he had become a ghost that no one would talk to anymore.
He saw that his body was quietly buried in the open space behind the laundry yard by a kind-hearted laundry worker without letting anyone know - otherwise, his body would have been dug out and thrown outside the city to be eaten by wild dogs.
He was very grateful to the laundry workers who had taken care of him as much as possible since the old woman passed away. He continued to stay in the laundry, quietly protecting these people who were not related to him by blood but who gave him warmth.
Until... Kent Bennett appeared before him.
Kent met the daughter of a washerwoman at some point. He knew that the Bennetts would never let him marry a woman from Laundry Lane, but he still went to Laundry Lane alone several times to have trysts with the daughter of the washerwoman who wanted to marry into a good family and was willing to sacrifice her body for it.
At that year's winter festival, Kent came again and made out with the bold girl in the deserted laundry room.
The girl left early because she was worried that her family would find out. Kent, who hadn't had enough fun, was a little angry. After the girl left, he said to himself angrily, "She wants to get married after being played with by so many people. She's dreaming."
Toby, who had been quietly staying in the wooden shed where he lived before his death, walked out of the house.
Why can such a brother get everything, but I have nothing?
I didn't do anything wrong, so why do I have nothing?
Kent can live in a warm home and get the love of his parents, but why should I be abandoned and grow up in a place with nothing like this, at the mercy of strangers?
The anger, resentment, unwillingness and jealousy that had been buried in my heart for more than ten years suddenly erupted.
This time, Toby did not control himself like before. He dragged Kent into the world he created. He watched Kent cry and collapse in that empty world, and die alone like himself.
Toby realized that this was the right thing to do, he should have done this a long time ago... He had been patient for too long, why should he continue to endure?
Some people come to Laundry Lane looking for Kent, and the angry Toby drags them into his own world.
When he was abandoned, he was thrown into the garbage dump at the port to fend for himself, even his clothes were stripped away, and he was saved by an old woman who picked him up. No one came to look for him, so why would someone come to look for Kent when he was lost?
More and more people were dragged into Toby's world, and he felt pleasure as he watched those people die alone somewhere like him.
"Great, everyone is the same."
At one point, he dragged the owner of the laundry into his world, after which the laundry was closed.
Toby stayed alone in the walled laundry for several years, and he suddenly felt a little regretful that he should have dragged his parents into his world earlier.
He returned to his "home" - his world, the home he created.
He separated a part of himself and created his parents...the parents in his memory.
There is no Kent in this "home", only his parents and him.
His mother would always stay on the first floor and would never come up to beat or scold him.
My father would stay in the room forever.
Very good.
Very good.
Toby stayed in the quiet attic, letting time pass quietly.
He didn't care if anyone else needed to be dragged in, that was all.
Among the fragments of the great evil spirit's spirit, the last image was of a skinny boy squatting in the attic with his knees hugged, revealing a satisfied smile.
The last piece of the spirit fragment disintegrated and disappeared completely, and the memory scene that looked like CG also disappeared like quicksand.
The last trace of the space creator was wiped out, and Yang Qiu unceremoniously left his own anchor point in this space, anchored this ready-made space, and then sent the players who completed the level out of the book.
This ownerless space with a high degree of completion that can be opened through specific seals is a great way to make money!
The players, who had no idea that they were being used as tools to fleece the poor, opened their eyes and closed them, and all appeared in Laundry No. 38 in the "main world".
The revolving scenes before a big evil spirit with an ill-fated fate completely disappears are extremely shocking to players.
"Oh my god - even though he's a BOSS, it's really miserable!" Tang Jia said with tears streaming down her face.
"Too tragic. It's not his fault that he was born with a disability. Why bother?" Miaobishenghua, who had been hunted by the BOSS, also sighed. "It's not like we can't afford to raise him. It's too much to just leave him to fend for himself. If all else fails, just give him to someone else to raise."
"That's right. He lost his eldest son who was grateful before he turned evil. He also didn't take good care of his youngest son, who grew up crooked." Yang Ying sighed, "If it weren't for the crooked youngest son who provoked him, maybe the eldest son wouldn't have turned evil."
Killing the BOSS is killing the BOSS, but it does not prevent players from being moved by the BOSS's tragic life story... Although if this BOSS were to appear again, players would still not show mercy.
“Fuck!” Qin Guan suddenly yelled in horror, “Damn, I forgot to record this CG!”
