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Regarding the mouse-stuffing incident.
If the villagers stuffed a mouse into a guestâs mouth, the production team would undoubtedly be jubilant, and the entire national audience would be overjoyed.
But if a guest stuffed a mouse into a villagerâs mouth...
The production team and the audience would feel far worse than if they had eaten shit.
Liu Ruyan saw the live broadcast cut away; apparently, they didnât want the audience to endure any more filth.
Quite right, too. Itâs like people eagerly watching a dog fight, hoping for blood and gore, only for one of the dogs to unexpectedly leap out, bite the spectators, and then unleash all the other dogs to run amok.
Infuriating indeed.
For some reason, Liu Ruyan suddenly recalled the "No Gu Mian or Dogs Allowed" signs that had once been a bestseller in supermarkets. She still didnât know what genius had come up with that.
Besides, thinking about it, the production team didnât have many scenes left to cut to anyway.
The cameraman filming âAccompany me next yearâ had long since collapsed, unable to get up, and that female guest had also vanished.
The cameraman filming Chu Changge had fared even worse; Gu Mian had beaten him half to death and tied him up in the wilderness. However, due to a shortage of mice, several cameramen were spared this particular torment.
The most unfortunate was Gu Mianâs cameraman. After collapsing heavily, he had simply vanished and was now listed as a missing person.
Of the four guests in the mountainous region, the only one left to film was the cloaked Xie Biâan.
This was the most serious broadcasting incident since âMetamorphosisâ began airing.
Three guests were missing without a trace, the director was hopping mad, and the audience was outraged, demanding that those individuals be apprehended.
Gu Mian, accustomed to being a wanted man, was currently walking along a rugged mountain path.
"What are you doing with that rope?" In the darkness, Chu Changge eyed the rope swaying in Gu Mianâs handâa piece Gu Mian had deliberately cut.
Hearing Chu Changgeâs question, Gu Mian connected the two ends of the rope, looped it over his head, and gestured. "Perfect for a hanging."
Chu Changgeâs glasses slid slightly down his nose; he immediately pushed them back up with his index finger.
Gu Mian continued, "We have a teammate who wants to hang herself, but I doubt that rope would be enough to kill her."
He swung the hemp rope in his hand as he spoke. "If we run into her again and sheâs unfortunate enough not to have died, we can lend her this rope. Consider it a good deed."
If you call lending someone a noose for suicide a "good deed," then I have nothing more to say.
Chu Changge pushed his glasses up again.
"But I think whatâs more noteworthy right now is this." Gu Mianâs gaze went past Chu Changge to the gray-haired young man beside him. He still wore that gentle smile, as if something delightful had occurred.
However, the mouse he held clutched in his hand probably didnât share the sentiment.
Gu Mian silently watched the rat; its tail was caught in his brotherâs grip, and it was struggling desperately.
"What are you holding it for?" Gu Mian looked at the plump rat.
The gray-haired young man offered no explanation, of course. To date, Gu Mian had only ever heard him utter two words: "Little Sister."
Chu Changge also glanced at the struggling rat. "Perhaps he thinks that as long as heâs holding something, he wonât be sent back to the CD."
Hearing this, Gu Mian glanced again at the gray-haired man.
He seems to be radiating an âIâm working hardâ aura.
...
In the end, his brother wasnât slapped back into the CD by Gu Mian. Whether this ghost was out or not made little difference, so Gu Mian simply took him along for the "Old World Life and Death Escape."
Of course, the title "Old World Life and Death Escape" was Gu Mianâs invention. In reality, the production team hadnât found a trace of anyone, so an "escape" couldnât very well be broadcast.
"What are your plans now?" Gu Mian heard Chu Changgeâs voice from beside him.
He remembered Chu Changge asking him the same question once before.
"I, of course, canât get out of here," Gu Mian mused, then raised his hand, the noose swinging. "Why donât you retreat first?"
He just needed to slip his neck into the loop, and he could retreat.
Chu Changge glanced at the rope but said nothing.
Seeing this, Gu Mian lowered his hand. "If you donât want to go, then donât."
Stroking the rough rope, he began to lay out his thoughts. "This instance is somewhat differentâpast instances were usually confined to some corner of a given world, never escalating to global awareness."
This place is somewhat similar to the Slaughter Game, but itâs clearly not the same world.
"Actually, I have an idea," Gu Mian said. "Iâve discovered that the NPCs in these variety show-type instances seem to know theyâre NPCs and that a real world exists outside the instance."
Host Green was like that, Teacher Sweet too, and Coach Che as well.
Even driving school could arguably be called a variety show; it was quite comical, after all...
As for the Slaughter Game instance, which most closely resembled Metamorphosis, Gu Mian recalled Teacher Slaughter mentioning their awareness of people traveling between worlds. It was possible the NPCs in the Slaughter Game merely believed in parallel worlds, unaware of the real worldâs existence.
Setting that aside, I remember that after I wrecked the Slaughter Game instance, I never entered another instance in the Slaughter Game world again.
After all, that instance collapsed quite spectacularly. I recall seeing the ground littered with monsters before I left; the scene was like something out of an apocalyptic novel.
Thinking this, Gu Mian grew eager. "If this Metamorphosis instance is gone, does that mean we wonât encounter instances from the Old World anymore?"
Chu Changge remained silent for a moment. "My thoughts align with yours. I suspect that globally-known instances like âSlaughter Gameâ and âMetamorphosisâ might be core instances for their respective worlds. When such an instance is impacted, the entire world itâs connected to suffers."
He continued, looking up, "If something happens to this instance, I think it will be a very long time before we see the Old World again."
But Metamorphosis was different from other instances.
The conflict between players and this instance stemmed from the entire world, unlike other instances where conflicts were between players and ghosts.
In typical instances, as long as all the ghosts are eliminated, the instance is forced into maintenance mode, whether it wants to be or not.
The taxi instance was somewhat unique: the danger stemmed from humans, not ghosts. However, if that human source of danger was itself imperiled, the instance would immediately enter maintenance.
The threats in the Slaughter Game were the audience and the monsters from the restricted zone. Later, due to Gu Mianâs wild actions, the monsters broke out, and the audience became the ones in peril.
From this, we can conclude that to make an instance crumble in its final stages, one merely needs to eliminate the threat it poses to players.
But achieving that in Metamorphosis would be difficult.
The threat to players in the Metamorphosis instance originated from the entire worldâfrom the malice of its entire population.
Currently, there seemed to be only two ways to tackle it.
The first is worldwide nuclear annihilation. Highly improbable.
The second is to propagate correct ideology, guiding the people of the Old World onto a path of harmony, friendship, kindness, and beauty.
"Hmm, letâs stick to researching how to build a nuclear bomb."