I Am Stuck In A Beta Test For 1000 Years

Chapter 363. Something's Wrong

The author of this post was also an unspecialized player, called Air conditioner.

Probably because of his ID, he was quite popular among the casual players, just like Apacha. He was often teased on the forum, and was often tagged and shouted, "Hurry up and use your invincible Platinum Star to think of a way! 𝙛𝚛𝙚ewe𝗯𝓃𝗼ѵ𝚎Ɩ.𝒄ｏ𝐦

However, this time, it was clear that he was also a victim of the incident. Due to his hostile reputation with Lavosudeland, he was resurrected from the church's relay station a day's journey away, full of grievances. 𝐟𝐫𝗲𝙚ｗ𝚎𝐛𝙣𝐨𝙫𝘦𝗹.c૦m

This could be seen from the content of the post. His emotions were quite passionate, and his words were full of the bloody and tearful complaints of a passerby player against Moonlight.

He said that more than 10000 people had walked into the monster's trap under his lead. They were attacking somewhere on the ground in an extremely narrow area and activated a monster named "???". A monster of the same level that could not be verified had been killed in seconds, leaving only hundreds of survivors.

This was the truth, but what followed was the most terrifying part...

"Calm down and think about it. Didn't the so-called 'expedition' come to an end just like that?"

"Out of the 30000 players, one-third of them were killed when they first started exploring, one-fifth went offline to take refuge, and the remaining forces are less than half."

"After that, Mandela began to push forward, organize the individual players, and gather the remaining forces one after another. This is undoubtedly the best situation. They will move forward steadily and surely be able to invade Lavosudeland in time."

"But at this critical moment, there was a sudden outbreak of Moonlight's accusation. Then the reputation of Mandela was ruined, and Mount Meru was pointed at by thousands of people. Coupled with the attack of the Monsters, the main force was completely annihilated, and the rest of the people naturally fell under the command of Moonlight."

"Then, he gave the rest of the people to the demons and let them all be wiped out.

"Is there a more efficient way of 'self-destruction' than this?"

"Back to the beginning, what is the purpose of our trip?"

"It's to arrive at Lavosudeland and represent the will of the church to eliminate the monsters and crush this illegal organization called 'Silver Feet', or to get some benefits."

"In any case, in terms of faction, we are on the opposite side of the players in Elfheim. Weakening ourselves is an extremely good situation for them.

"But now?"

"We came grandly and left dejectedly, but more than 10000 people were wiped out in less than five seconds! What kind of concept was this? Even 10,000 pigs could run out of the mountains, right?"

"If it wasn't for the 'Great Onmyoji', Moonlight, who led everyone into a trap-that's how public opinion works-and even more so, how would we not be progressing steadily now?

"From the results, who is the most beneficial to this move? Was there a need to think about this? Isn't it just the 'Flame Knot' and 'Ghost', as well as the silver foot and Lavosudeland?"

"Is there a need to doubt whether rippling moonlight is a traitor or not? Was it wrong for me to say that he defeated seven armies with one word? If he transmigrated back to the warring States period."

The series of questions slapped the bystanders' faces, like slaps after slaps, waking them up.

At this time, the people of Mandela were like the ashes that had been reignited, and one by one, they followed the trend and posted complaints about moonlight's lead in slander. Many shield-type jobs in the guild had posted their first-person perspective videos to prove that the "The Heart of The Magic Pupper" that was not on the drop list did not exist at all to prove their innocence.

The evidence was useful at this time. When the so-called public opinion only had one voice, like a flood washing over, the oppositions were like drowning people. Struggling for no reason would only make them lose their strength faster. Only by enduring and waiting for the waves to subside and the wind to calm down could they have a chance to go against the current.

At this time, those who suspected that they had edited the video became the drowning person, and their doubts could not cause any waves.

At this point, the players were forced to calm down and think about whether the air conditioner was telling the truth.

After getting used to the conspiracy theories, it seemed that there was a reasonable explanation to connect all of this.

There was no lack of pay-to-win players in "Ghost". If they wanted to resolve the crisis of bullying the weak with numbers, the simplest way was undoubtedly to send money to the 3D self-media editor and let him be a snitch, disintegrating the player group from the inside...

Although it was bizarre, it was very possible!

Once this statement was made, it was considered the closest to the truth. Otherwise, no one could explain Moonlight's outrageous behavior-why would he defame a big guild that had no enmity with him? Was he selling swords?

After people obtained an idea, they would always use all means to prove it, and this was the case now.

The more everyone thought about it, the more they felt that it was right. In the blink of an eye, moonlight rippling was beaten from a "warrior" to a money-making traitor.

Even though his series of methods could be called exquisite, in the eyes of the people involved, it was really despicable!

At the same time, the players of Mandala also put down their work and stared at the forum, waiting for Moonlight to go online and shoot, so that he could also feel the powerlessness of being bombarded by public opinion without any way to defend himself!

However, this person was still not online.

In a high-end apartment in the Mirage-like suburbs.

It was late at night. Moonlight sat in front of the computer, and his eyes were bloodshot.

Behind him was the bed, and next to the bed was a game cabin. The door was open, and the outline of a human figure could be seen on the soft cushion inside.

It was the time when Moonlight was killed by Char. He left the game cabin as if he had been fished out of the water, and the mat could not be washed clean no matter how hard he tried.

Although he did not believe in ghosts and gods, he became more and more afraid after reading some rumors on the internet. It was said that a few wisps of his soul had been frightened out of his body and fell on the mat and could no longer be retrieved.

The lights were off in the room, and only the light from the computer screen was still flickering. There was an ashtray beside his hand, and in just half an hour, the ashtray was filled with cigarette butts.

His fingers danced on the keyboard under the moonlight. His expression was fanatical, and the hatred in his eyes was as bright as a light bulb.

He had read that post and he knew very well that he had been set up. This time, he had really suffered a big loss.

However, he would not try to defend himself, because he knew it was useless.

He was even more clear on what he should do now.

He wanted to kill Char and make him admit that this was all his own scheme. Then, he would kneel on the ground and beg for his forgiveness.

That was why he did not go online.

He could almost imagine the overwhelming scolding in his friend list, as well as the three layers of camping in the resurrection point. He knew very well what kind of friends he had made. They could only share wealth and prosperity, but not hardships. They were probably the ones who were the most aggressive now.

Instead of pretending to be a pitiful worm when he went online, it was better to dig that guy up.

He did not need to prove that he was innocent. He only needed to prove that the other person was dirty and then say that this person was framing him. Then, he would naturally be innocent.

No one would pay attention to him smearing Mandela, and he would even be sympathized with.

This seemed illogical, but it was in fact so.

That was why ripples of moonlight was searching for everything about Char like crazy.

He had a deeper impression of Char than he did of Eddie. The guy who seemed to have obtained the data in advance had left a deep impression in his mind back in the novice village. If the Krypton-red liver king was still a normal player, then he was basically a cheat!

This was an online game, and no one would tolerate a cheater. As long as he found evidence, even if it was just a trace, he could hammer the other party to death! He would never be able to turn over a new leaf!

There were many friends in the moonlight, in the light and in the dark, under the sun and against the light. There were all kinds of people. Therefore, he had a wide range of information sources.

Although he was limited by his rank and could not obtain some extremely confidential information, he could still obtain some scattered information from this as the core. Usually, he would analyze this information and narrow it down. In the end, he would basically outline the general appearance of the so-called 'secret' and then make connections.

This was his ability to make a living.

The only information he had was the ID "Char", and the fact that the other party did not look more than 20 years old.

Relying on this information to find a person's blackmail material, especially game-related blackmail material, was undoubtedly like looking for a needle in a haystack. However, Moonlight gritted his teeth and threw in half of his savings. He directly used all kinds of forces to start searching!

He just smoked and waited patiently, while filtering out the useless information in the reply.

When the sun was about to rise, he had already finished his second pack of cigarettes, and his face was as ferocious as a demon's.

He had filtered out hundreds of pieces of information that he had bought with real money, but none of them were related to 'Char'.

Just as he was about to give up, an unremarkable record suddenly popped up.

This was the content from a certain search engine in a trash can. There was a series of content, and the time arrangement was as follows:

"What major should I major in if I want to go to the illusion workshop?"

"Is the illusion workshop still recruiting?"

"What's the address of the illusion workshop?"

"Is it illegal to sneak into the game company?"

"Is there any way to avoid the cameras?"

"Where can i buy a mask in the Mirage City?"

The questioners were all users called "Char is heaven's scale".

Due to a large-scale deletion of files by the search engine, most of the user records were deleted. Only a few of the latest records were spared, but they were also deleted by someone just before the closed beta of the illusion workshop...

In other words, this "Char is heaven's scale" disappeared after searching for this series of questions? Disappeared until today?

Combined with the year-long closed beta of "Fantasy World", it was very likely that this was Char!

Closed beta testing?

Are you f*cking coaxing a ghost?

Moonlight was no longer sleepy!

He seemed to have discovered a new world, and immediately began to investigate the illusion workshop!

Although he could not handle this, he had other ways!

He opened the number book! He was looking for someone! Transfer money!

After a few minutes, the phone rang.

"Hey, what's up? They've given quite a lot this time."

"Check if the illusion workshop recruited volunteers for the game's closed beta last February. At the same time, check if they looked for someone in network data security to delete user data or public relations data. If you can't find either, help me find the company's dark history."

"This isn't a good job. This company is very difficult to find..."

"What are you talking about? if it was easy to find out, would I have given you so much money?"

"Then I'll look for my other friends."

"If the money isn't enough, I can add more! Try to find someone reliable!"

The other side was silent for a moment, and then nodded.

Putting down the phone as if a heavy burden had been lifted.

The person on the other end of the phone was an entertainment reporter. He was the one who dug out and sold the gossip information that easily cost millions. Of course, for safety reasons, his selling price was not that high. The media that operated behind the scenes copied the price and then collected a "safety fee" from the popular artistes.

Moonlight's dream was to become a local tyrant like this after he had made a name for himself in the gaming circle. He would make a living by collecting "safety fees", and right now, he was still in the early stages of accumulating money.

He leaned back in his chair and thought about his beautiful future. He accidentally fell asleep until he was suddenly woken up by the ringing of his phone.

It was an unknown number.

"Hello?"

"Moonlight?" The other party asked.

"Yes. You're a friend of excavator?" He asked.

"I guess so." The other party's voice had probably been processed, so he couldn't tell the age. "You want to check the illusion workshop, right?"

"Yes,"

"This company is too mysterious. It's not easy to investigate..."

"Then why are you wasting your breath? if you can't find anything, why did you call?"

"You can't check the company, but you can check the person. If you can find the name..."

"But I only know the player's id. I don't even know their name," Moonlight said, frowning.

"Tell me, I'll try my best."

"The user's ID is Char, and the player's name is Char. I found out that he applied to participate in the closed beta of 'Fantasy World' a year ago. I don't know if he succeeded, but you just have to find out that he has a relationship with this company.

"I see..."

The other side seemed to be moved.

"This is not difficult. I can think of a way... However, you have to pay a 30% deposit."

"Didn't I give you money?"

"My fees are different from others... You must also play fantasy world, I'm collecting fees there and also laundering money, do you understand what I mean?"

"Yes, of course I do." but I'm 80% sure that my resurrection point is being guarded. I can't give it to you," Moonlight said impatiently.

"Then why did you ask for a few rounds?" Moonlight said angrily.

"Hahaha... There's no problem as long as it's there. You just have to go up and I'll think of a way to get you out. This is free."

"Hey, you're not going to f*cking mess with me, are you?" Moonlight frowned as he listened.

"Why would I? You're the one who went around in such a big circle to find me, I didn't take the initiative to find you..."

"You're right."

Moonlight no longer hesitated.

"You're adding me, right?"

"Yes, I am."

"Alright," he said.

He stubbed out the cigarette, got up, and walked to the game cabin.

He didn't know why, but he suddenly felt that the shape was a bit like a coffin.

"Damn, how unlucky."

Looking at the human figure on the mat sweating, he cursed and lay down.

"I'll definitely kill you this time. "He said angrily."

He closed his eyes, relaxed, and connected...

The familiar login music sounded, and moonlight successfully connected.

However, the connection time seemed to be a little longer this time, and the screen did not turn from black to white. Instead, it stopped at this moment.

Time passed by, as if it had been stretched out infinitely. Moonlight suddenly felt inexplicably nervous. A strong desire to live made him try to sit up from the game cabin and remove the connector on his head. However. after the nerve connection, his body was no longer under his control. He could only scream for help in this terrible darkness...

Until he fell into eternal darkness.