I Am Stuck In A Beta Test For 1000 Years

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Chapter 107. You Can't Use Vulgarities.

To be honest, the moment Char heard that, he was so shocked that he almost stabbed the mechanical bear.

This was too f*cking horrifying!

"What the f*ck are you?"

He still held the "Fire of Origin" in front of him and was ready to cut him down without saying a word as soon as the other party showed signs of it.

Although Bill was shocked by him, he had probably expected it, so he didn't panic. He only took two steps back and explained, "I don't have any ill intentions, and I'm not a "thing". Pfft, why does it sound like I'm scolding myself... Since you didn't refute it, it means that Fitzrock is really dead, right?"

"You're trying to trick me into telling you? I'm telling you, I'm the one who left this behind!"

"I definitely didn't mean it that way. There's been such a huge commotion in the Upper City District, and even the spirit breath has dissipated. I guess the Turing tower has been destroyed? That thing can only be destroyed by the destruction gem, and it just so happens to be the center of Fitzrock's consciousness."

Char frowned and slowly nodded.

"How did you know?"

"Because 875 hasn't returned for 24 hours."

"Wasn't it captured and locked up for seven days in the past?"

"It'll be caught by Roland in at most 12 hours after it leaves home. Roland will then send someone to tell us that 875 has been caught and send us some supplies." Bill explained, "He completes the "Capture target" every month with 875 and gets 50pts. He will give us 20 points. That's enough for energy supply and material consumption.

"Maybe he just forgot this time?"

"I can understand your cautiousness. If you're still worried..." Bill paused for a moment. "Let's put it this way. If I say 875, Kuris, Roland, Feilulinde, and Svartalfheim are actually one person, which is Fitzrock himself, can we sit down and talk?"

"Alright," he said.

Char nodded in agreement.

To be able to say such words, he could basically be sure that they were allies, even if they weren't, he was not afraid. This kind of thing was already set in stone, so it was no big deal for the other party to guess.

Bill heaved a sigh of relief.

"Actually, you should have seen my identity before..."

"What?"

"Svartalfheim..."

Char was shocked. "Can you repeat that?"

"You didn't hear wrong. It's the Night Lord." Bill's bear looked a little embarrassed as if he was unwilling to admit this fact.

Char's mind was a little muddled, and he patted himself twice before asking, "Please continue."

"Alright. This may be a little confusing, but I have to start from the beginning. A guy like the Night Lord does exist. It is a species born in the second era and is also the model provider of the 'plunderers'... The mechanics call them "mining puppets", and the grey slaves in the mines call them "red-eyed demons". This word, when translated into the current language, is known as Svartalfheim. "

"It sounds like a general term for a type of creature?" Char said with a frown.

"It's like this,"

"So it's not you?"

"Hmm... That's actually me, but not me. You must have read "How to Be the Next Fitzrock", right?" Bill laughed in embarrassment. "That was written by me. So was Svartalfheim. It's my "work"."

Char was getting more and more confused.

"So, who are you..."

"Don't worry. Listen to me slowly. This matter is a little complicated..."

Bill used a calm tone to tell a story that sounded tragic.

This matter was indeed very confusing, and he did not lie at all.

First, his name was Bill.

Bill was born in the second era, the age of Fitzrock. To be precise, his life happened to witness the rise of Fitzrock.

He wasn't a mechanic, but a best-selling author.

His most outstanding contribution was the creation of the character "Svartalfheim". He had experienced the mining life of the gray slaves for a period of time and extracted the concept of the Night Lord from the stories they passed down by word of mouth. He then created the Svartalfheim based on the mine and wrote about how cruel, ferocious, and terrifying it was...

Although the story was dark and cruel, it had a lot of feel to it. It was different from the popular stories of the younger generation and the big era. As a result, it was like a dark horse as soon as it came out. It became a popular hit and was well-received. Even one of the three most common mechanical models in Ravesland was a plunderer. It could be seen how powerful its influence was.

If it was today, Bill would be the king of royalties.

Then, he was targeted.

As we've said, the second era was a highly developed civilization, and the law of patents was quite strict. It was the same for any form of creation.

However, the existence of such a system had given birth to a group of cultural hooligans.

Bill was furious. This group of people was like sharks that smelled blood. They immediately gathered to tear at their prey. They said that the story of "Svartalfheim" had been told a long time ago. Bill had plagiarized and had to make a public apology and pay. Otherwise, his work would be boycotted! What? Unconvinced? Someone, bring up the proof!

However, it was never clear what kind of plagiarism was. In addition, there were people who had mentioned the concept of "Night Lord" in the past, but it was so comprehensive and detailed. In addition, in this abnormal environment, there were no customers, only onlookers, and people who wanted to watch the fun. Once the topic was blown up, all kinds of people would jump out to try to scam him.

In the end, Bill found it difficult to fight against so many people. Like a stranded blue whale, he was surrounded by a flock of bloodthirsty crows. Not long after, he was forced to withdraw the lawsuit because he couldn't afford to pay the litigation costs. He even handed over the creation patent of the image of "Svartalfheim".

At this point, Char finally understood what was going on. This was the unique feature of the second era. A group of cultured hooligans had a large financial group behind them, and they mercilessly harvested the content of the creators.

Most importantly, the Church of Truth had set its eyes on the model of the Night Lord and planned to mass-produce mechanical beasts according to Bill's design. If they didn't take the opportunity to get back the patent, a large amount of money would go into this guy's pocket, so they made such a plan ...

Well, Bill's loss was not unjust.

"I've thought it through now. In that case, I shouldn't have been in an endless lawsuit with the capital but should have put my energy into my creation. In this regard, Fitzrock has done a lot better. He has been targeted by capitalists more than once, but he has never looked them in the eye. He still maintains a high passion for creative work, until the emergence of one amazing invention after another, like a slap in the face again and again..."

Bill fell into a state of self-dejection, but the more he spoke, the more energetic he became, and Char had to interrupt him.

"Let's get down to business."

"This is also a serious matter... A part of it. " Bill looked at him resentfully, and then led the topic back without a trace.

During the long process of his lawsuit, Fitzrock rose and made a name for himself.

When he was at the end of his rope, Fitzrock had reached the peak of his career.

At this moment, Fitzrock found him.

"At that time, I was only one step away from starving to death..."

"With the welfare of Ravesland, how could you starve to death? "

"You want me to live in a relief house in the Upper City District? Getting nutrient fluids every day to live? I'd rather die!" Bill said in a trembling voice.

Char looked up at the building behind him, which was not much better than a public toilet.

The bear immediately shriveled up and muttered words like "That was then and this is now."

"He came to find you, and then?"

"He wanted to discuss something with me, a very important matter." Bill suddenly became serious. "He asked me to write a "script" for a game. He also asked me to write a city in the air, with at least 500 nobles who were from the Upper City District and more than 2000 Bionics serving these nobles. Each of them has their own name, their own story, and... A home."

Char's eyes turned serious.

There was the concept of "games" in the second era. Although there was no VR, AR had appeared early on because of "magic" which also gave birth to "otakus" but they had different names.

That was why he didn't care that Bill could say such words of creation.

What he cared about was what Fitzrock had thought of at the time.

This made him feel a little familiar, a little excited, and a little cold...

Using the rules of the "game" to restrict a portion of living people and a portion of NPCs, didn't this seem familiar?

"Continue," Char said.

"His requirements were very demanding. He said that everything in this "city" had to operate effectively, which was to ensure that the nobles performed according to the established route. There must be actions such as shopping, watching movies, dating, and so on. Seemingly sudden incidents such as robbery and police reporting must also be self-consistent and inevitable events within control. It might be a little confusing to put it this way, but he asked me to make a detailed timetable. As long as you have this form, you'll know everything that will happen in this city in the next period of time..."

"You did it?" Char asked.

"How is that possible..." Bill spread his hands. "As a writer, there's a limit to the number of characters that can be accommodated in the brain. It's like a machine's processor. The problems that can be dealt with at the same time are very limited. I can't make more than 2000 people in a large-scale story in the same timeline, in different scenes, and do things that seem completely unrelated but are actually greatly related..."

"Can you imagine that casually throwing a battery in the southeast corner of the Upper City District is equivalent to suicide? The reason is that a robber from the northwest corner managed to escape the police using this battery and stabbed the person who threw it during the robbery. This is only the most basic level, so it's too difficult."

"So, what did you do?" Char asked.

"No, don't ask me how I did it." Bill's face darkened. "It's Fitzrock. He said, "since your brain capacity is limited, I'll give you a brain with a stronger computing ability."..."

"???"

"Don't look so surprised. It was common in our time." Bill said helplessly, "Many people can't stand the aging of their bodies. They will choose to change their organs. The brain is the last one. Before Fitzrock developed the 'carrier chip ?', the extension of personal consciousness was at most 50 years ..."

"You accepted it?"

"I wanted to reject him, but he gave me too much money." Bill sighed. "Do you know 'biante'? In fact, there is no such currency. It is a fictional currency in my novel. In the novel, I mentioned that 'the property of the Night Lord, Svartalfheim, is 1.71 billion Biante'. Then, this guy gave me 1.71 billion Biante's worth of wealth through simple price conversion."

Bill was speechless. "I've already made up as much as I could. I didn't expect that my imagination would still be limited by poverty."

"No wonder I've never heard of the currency "biante"..." Char said.

"That's right, I told 875, and then he told Kuris and the others... That's not important." Bill shook his head and continued, "I obviously didn't guess that Fitzrock's 'brain transplant' technology was far beyond what was on the surface. He used more than 40 "carrier chip ?". He made sure that I didn't lose my creative ability even after the brain transplant. Then I had the spare energy to arrange stories for more than 2000 people ...

"So this is the origin of the Upper City District."

"That's right. This is the origin of the nobles and the androids in the Upper City District."

"But how did the loss of more than a thousand people appear? If everything goes according to your script, shouldn't it be a complete "cycle"?" Char asked.

"Ha, you can actually see the "cycle"!?" Bill said in surprise. He was overjoyed that he had met a bosom friend.

Char rolled his eyes.

To be fair, no one was more authoritative than him when it came to the words "reincarnation", "cycle", and " loop.

"In fact, even so, my "capacity" is not enough to write a perfect story that can allow more than 2000 people to live in it without a doubt ... However, someone reminded me that I can use "settings" and "cycles" to make up for it."

"For example, take a month or a year as a cycle. Different things happen during this period, and the cycle will repeat after the end of the cycle... Another example was to set the nobles as machines, and the androids had to earn survival points by serving the nobles, or they would die. As long as a series of reasonable values were set, it could be guaranteed that they would be fine!"

"Through this kind of trickery, I finally completed Fitzrock's Commission. Other than that, I also participated in the creation of a series of item and equipment descriptions, Commission tips, UI introduction, and other in-game proposals. After that, Fitzrock told me about his plan. I've never thought that there would be such a crazy guy who wanted to split his consciousness into five parts, and each of them would play a role in my work, and restart the world after a few eras..."

"He's just like a lunatic," Bill said angrily.

"But you still did it."

"Anyway, he's paying me and I'm working." Bill quickly changed the topic. "Then there's a problem. There are only four characters in the story: 875, Kuris, Roland, and Feilulinde. No one corresponds to his extremely devout but crazy personality...

"In other words, Svartalfheim? Wait... Could it be that the reason he shared a body with Feilulinde was that he wasn't arranged to?"

"No..."

Bill shook his head, and his tone became old.

"That was originally my plan. I intend to 'bury' myself in this story. Those people took away my creation, so I'll use this way to sleep and defend my creation... This is what I think.

"That's why I wrote the character "Svartalfheim". It's me, a 'free man' who wanders in the story, a despicable, petty, and greedy fellow who doesn't believe in the Upper City District. He was also The Guardian of this world. He would kill the androids that tried to leave the Upper City District and also monitor 875, Kuris, Roland, and the others to make sure that they stayed in the fourth district... But that damned Fitzrock! That guy didn't even give me this chance! He stole my role! He turned me into a furry teddy bear!"

"And he didn't tell me that spirit breath was used to make the 'carrier chip ?', and its shelf life is infinite!" Bill said angrily. "I should have died a long time ago, but after I woke up, I was a bear for so long that I even forgot the date! F*ck!"

After he finished venting his anger, the goose in his hand suddenly pecked him.

"Bill, you can't swear."

"Get lost! You goose!"