I Became the Ultimate Boss

Chapter 667 Slime Ramen

The meme-infected virus has gone beyond common sense. It ignored any physical isolation restrictions and turned into a terrifying memory virus.

But it doesn't mean that this virus is invincible. First of all, 100% of life must be sacrificed before using this skill.

After death and rebirth, Kemon will not continue to instantly kill those players who are not online.

Kemeng looked at the picture sent by Nora, feeling infinitely emotional.

Life and death are only a moment, no matter good or bad, anyone who knows his ID name will die suddenly from poisoning.

And his level also rose all the way to level 650, and finally locked the experience value in a few seconds, and never rose again.

"This is Amon's poison." Kemeng murmured.

Using the game to create such a terrifying virus, Kemeng has a kind of fire in his heart, burning blazingly.

This is not nameless anger, but some kind of pleasure, which can also be called human desire.

Kemen can feel the abnormal secretion of chemical hormones in his body, which often stimulates his brain, making him feel extremely happy, as if he is superior to others.

But soon, after a few minutes, Kermon calmed down and abandoned this arrogant pleasure.

"Next, no one should dare to provoke me to level up again." Kemeng murmured.

Nora and Nina are BOSS, and their fun is to tease the world. Kermon is an outlier among players. Even if the player number cannot continue to play, there is still a large Cthulhu who can play, so the two did not want to play with Kermon.

However, they may also have plans in their hearts, but they do not act.

Kermon didn't go offline, but put on the Faceless Man mask again, teleported back to the main city of Graycastle, checked the resurrection point, and inquired about the player's information by the way.

He walked out of the teleportation point in the main city, his spirituality gathered in his ears, and he heard the noise of the whole city without going to the scene in person.

In his mind, the illusion of the resurrection point flashed from time to time, real-time synaesthesia, which is equivalent to a live broadcast, with a hidden camera.

The scene of the resurrection point in the main city of Graycastle.

"Don't squeeze, don't squeeze, get down!"

"What bastard, don't run away if you touch me, I'll stab you to death!"

"Aren't you all poisoned? Why did so many people die?"

"Don't be noisy, be quiet, get out, don't squeeze, grass!"

"You are actually a man, you dog, so get out of here, what the hell!"

The name of a certain green plant came up and down the field, and people were very irritable, fisting and kicking.

Some rough guys couldn't take it anymore, they yelled in anger, and started real-life fencing on the spot.

In an instant, the special effects of the gorgeous sword moves covered the resurrection point, and the radiance was shining.

Because someone started fencing, and the moves accidentally hurt others, and the people here were rushing to be reincarnated and resurrected, the accidental injury area was too large, and the rough guy seemed to anger the crowd for a while, hundreds of players took out staffs, big swords, Hammers, iron rods, etc.

The resurrection square turned into a quality square, everyone released their skills, the sky changed color, the air was filled with extremely active high-energy energy, and low-level players were recruited in groups.

The difference of dozens of levels between players is enough to kill them, and the hit list in the upper right corner has a large number of dead people, so-and-so killed such-and-such player.

Of course, these dead people have nothing to do with Kemon, they don't provide Kemon with any experience bonus, and Kemon's level hasn't increased in a few minutes.

At this time, even if a player is online, it doesn't matter if he knows Amon's name, because at this time Kemen did not sacrifice all his life points.

"Worthy of being a player, I started a fight right after I was resurrected." Kemeng murmured.

But the good times didn't last long. The Orange Star Research Institute has natural management rights over the Orange Star players, and quickly used the experience of the guild to exert pressure from the top to let the players under it stop.

In the fifth minute of the quality square, the presidents of the major associations came forward to suppress the civil strife among the players, suppressing the chaotic situation severely, and no one dared to fencing swords and drawing sticks in front of the presidents.

"Calm down, let me go back to my original job!"

"Amon's poison has been confirmed. Our first echelon players will be responsible for killing Amon. People like you who are not poisoned should hurry up and work. You are all watching me. Go back and go where you came from!"

The major guild leaders waved the golden weapons in their hands, piercing the players like knives in their eyes, telling them to return to their posts.

Orange Star people have not been treated like this for a long time, and dare not speak out. After all, this is a crisis of national survival, and every citizen has a reason to work hard.

Kemen sat in a small noodle restaurant one kilometer away from the Easter Square eating noodles, sucking noodles while feeling the atmosphere in the city.

Such an atmosphere made him inexplicably think of the term company dog.

Toiled and exhausted, people live like a company dog, being drank by others and under undue pressure, as if they have no humanity at all, draining the last bit of value from people.

"I don't know if this approach will be successful, but in order to fight against fate, Orange Star gambled all human beings. I can't despise them in my heart." Kemen once again suppressed the sudden arrogance in his heart.

"It's really bad luck!" Gandi player Colin walked into the small noodle restaurant with an angry face, sat next to Kemeng, and called out: "Boss, bring me a bowl of ice slime ramen!"

"Okay!"

The NPC boss responded with a smile, kneading, beating, and stretching quickly, his hands were as fast as lightning, and he pulled hundreds or thousands of times back and forth.

Afterwards, the NPC boss took out a living ice-attribute slime, jumping and jumping, with ice mist all over his body, round and translucent, as if there were stars shining inside.

The boss quickly cut a small piece with a knife, and the water-blue slime sliders were poured into the bowl, and then poured a thick and fragrant sub-dragon meat broth.

He took out a boiled Yalong egg from another pot, cut it in half with a knife, exposing the egg white and yolk, and put it in a bowl.

A freshly baked ice slime ramen that is sweet and steaming with cold mist and heat made Kemeng couldn't help but look at it from the beginning to the end.

After Colin sat down, several players sat down at the table and ordered the same type of ramen.

There are square tables and long tables in the small noodle restaurant. Kemeng’s table is directly connected to the counter. The boss himself pulls noodles at the counter and cooks the food on the spot.

While eating, Kemon listened to the players chatting, thinking that there is such food in the game, which he did not expect.

The menu provided by this tavern only had a few items. At that time, Kemen devoted himself to synaesthesia, and randomly ordered a common pasta dish that looked normal and was also the most familiar.

"Boss, order me a bowl of ice slime ramen as well," Kemon said.

"Okay!" The boss smiled, and made another bowl for Kemeng on the spot.

At this time, Colin who was next to him ate half a bowl of noodles, and his energy returned, so he started talking about Amon.