This Group of Players Are All Slimes

With the help of the divine painter, the editors began to tailor all kinds of wonderful books for the 130,000 residents here.

The contents of these books are all kinds of strange things, directly hitting the deepest desires of human beings, and each book starts with sweetness, runs through with cruelty, ends with despair, and finally gives a little hope, so that readers can hope to see it from the next book redemption.

But what awaited them was a deeper level of despair.

Each story is composed of more than a dozen books, each of which is more and more desperate, just like an avalanche, pulling readers into an irreversible abyss.

"Emma, ​​throwing this thing out is definitely a proper 18-ban, the kind that can't be saved by anyone who comes." Flipping through the master's book, the editor said sincerely.

"Yeah, the mental pollution is too serious, and it's completely on par with Ke Zong." I really couldn't help but say, even if I was a DJ, "The magic painter has completely let himself go."

"Don't mention it, I want to go and take off my clothes and hang up." The divine painter said dejectedly.

The editor now has money and people. Under his tactic of throwing coins, and under the full promotion of Lord Boqi, everyone in the city was forced to practice the nightmare method, and began to read the book of the divine painter to stimulate own psychic power.

In just seven days, the overall strength of the residents in the entire city instantly increased by 6 times.

Although six times in seven days is quite fast, the editor knows that this growth rate is not up to standard.

Seeing this growth rate of strength, the divine painter narrowed his eyes: "No, it seems that this method alone is not enough. Our understanding of nightmares is still too superficial. The plot of cruelty can only cause a small-scale nightmare. You still need a more powerful nightmare. What are your nightmares?"

Divine painter: "My wife is married, and the groom is not me."

I'm really DJ: "My sister is married, but the groom is not me."

"Forget about being a magic painter, why am I really a DJ and you are also a pervert with thick eyebrows and big eyes! Forget it, I'll ask others in the group."

Quickly switching to the player Q group, the editor asked his own question: "What are your nightmares?"

Then, all kinds of strange answers appeared.

"Crazy Police Girl!"

"Take off your clothes!"

"Mouth!"

"No money.

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"Slutty big sister."

"Cats are extinct!"

"Party A's needs..."

"Miss A's question."

"I can't eat dog food."

"Imp's Spear..."

"My childhood sweetheart who can't make it..."

After reading the feedback from the players, the editor thought for a while, and then came to a conclusion: "The more you can't get something, the easier it is to become a nightmare. The more precious something is, the easier it is to become a nightmare. The more humiliating the memory, It's easier to become a nightmare."

Want to get what you can't get, this desire to get what you can't get will turn into a nightmare.

Wanting to keep what you have got forever, this fear of losing will turn into a nightmare.

And the memory of humiliation will change a person's way of thinking forever, and then turn into a nightmare.

After discussing with the other two players for a long time, the editor nodded: "I probably understand the essence of the Nightmare Law. Psychic energy itself is a very idealistic power, and its essence is to believe. As long as you believe 100% that you have enough ability, then you will have the corresponding ability. When people are extremely angry, their emotions will be out of balance, leading to misjudgment of their own abilities, so they will burst out powerful spiritual energy."

"And the nightmare method is to create a kind of fear that you can't overcome temporarily, and then prompt you to overcome this fear through various means, and then make yourself feel that I am stronger than before, so as to improve your own spiritual power."

"What's the use of getting this conclusion?" I really asked DJ in doubt.

"It is very useful, which provides a suitable theoretical basis for our actions. At present, the nightmare of the divine painter can only provide a 6-fold increase. In other words, we need to increase it by at least 20 times."

"Twenty times stronger!" The divine painter yelled in disbelief, "The current book is already mentally polluted, how much more perverted are you going to be?"

"It doesn't have to be a nightmare. People's spiritual power can also change when they are extremely angry. In other words, we have to provide an opportunity for the people here to gain a twenty-fold increase in the final battle."

The three slimes pouted and discussed together for a long time, and finally came up with a perfect plan.

Then, they reset the time and went back to the first day.

Immediately after the reset, they split up.

The divine painter continues to draw the enhanced version of the book, and strives to increase the spiritual power of everyone to an appropriate level as soon as possible.

The editor and I are really the DJ. Instead of going directly to raid the house this time, they switched identities and borrowed a set of armor from the lord's mansion.

As a result, the city has one more adventurer in black armor.

As soon as he walked into the bar, he shouted loudly: "What are you still doing here, the demon army is coming soon, and all of you will die! Hurry up and unite and fight with me!"

Hearing what the other party said, there was a burst of laughter in the bar.

"The brave man is coming." A drunk shouted disdainfully, "and the nobles have already said that this is just a small attack by the devil, and we can resist it."

"It's not a small offense, it's a large-scale attack! Don't be intoxicated in peace, the nobles are unreliable, and the brave are also unreliable. You need to fight! Fight! Fight!"

A wine bottle was thrown over violently.

The bottle shattered on the adventurer's head, and the liquid immediately seeped into his armor.

Afterwards, whoever notified the city guard, a group of soldiers rushed in and dragged the adventurer into a mansion.

When he reappeared the next day, his armor was in tatters and stained with blood.

But when he returned to the bar again, his tone was still firm and powerful: "I'm back! Have you thought about it, let's fight, everyone, let's fight with me!"

The only response to him was ruthless laughter.

In the eyes of this group of people, he is an alarmist lunatic.

He repeated his doomsday remarks over and over until he was called to guards and taken away.

The guards took his money and added new scratches to his armor every day, but he never gave up.

But on the third day, the situation changed slightly.

A demon suddenly appeared in the city and started to make troubles.

He fought off the demon.

Although the strength of the adventurers is not very strong, they may not even rank in the top 100 here.

But the perseverance of this adventurer is absolutely top-notch.

He fought the demon to the last moment with tenacious perseverance, and at the cost of an arm, he finally killed the demon.

Since then, people's attitude towards him has gradually changed.

They still don't believe the news that the adventurer's demon army is coming, but they still have full respect for this adventurer who is not strong but always fighting.

They would bring him food, buy him drinks, and even give him tips so that those annoying nobles would not find him.

He fought to the last moment.

When the last day came, he went against the flow of people, rushed to the army of demons alone, and died before the army of demons.

At that moment, in the city that witnessed the sacrifice of the adventurer, countless psychic energies burned up.