The Creatures That We Are-Chapter 1218: Character Creation

“Ack...ack...” Old Seven stood up with One Stone’s help. “It won’t work. Contract is no better than a piece of waste paper before Pride.”

“Old Seven.” Gregor turned to him. “What do you think?”

Old Seven was the only one outside of Gao Xin who had experienced Pride’s terrifying might personally. He saw no future for Gao Yang to survive alone. He said in a trembling, earnest voice, “Brother Yang! You must not fight him alone! I’m not afraid of dying. None of us is.”

Tang Xiaocong and Sung Hu lowered their heads in shame.

“Hey, I—” Dr. Jia’s mouth was muffled as soon as he opened it.

Old Seven wiped the blood on his lips with fire in his eyes. “Haven’t we fought to this day for this moment? I remember Uncle Tiger’s words. Heroes can be great. We can be martyrs. But we cannot be ordinary. I’m no hero. I’m only a nobody. But tonight...I choose to die standing straight!”

“That’s right!” Zhang Wei repeated Nine Scions’ declaration with his blood boiling with determination. “We may be weak, but we will not kneel! Born in the dark, we chase the dawn!”

His voice rang in the barrier, igniting the fire in the others’ hearts. They all turned to their young leader, the young man they trusted unconditionally.

With a steely expression, Gao Yang looked through the barrier at the blond man on the throne. Finally, he said, “Tang Xiaocong.”

Tang Xiaocong jumped, her thoughts derailing.

“Yes, sir!”

“The plan,” Gao Yang said.

“Oh...right.” Tang Xiaocong finally remembered what Gao Yang had told her to do.

When Gao Yang called Baili Yi out of the diary, it wasn’t simply to ask him questions; it was also for Tang Xiaocong to memorize him.

Her NPC had reached level 4. As long as she had seen the target from a close distance, she could play the target. The stronger the target was, the more difficult it would be.

It was easy to play a regular mental patient, and she could play one for a long time.

Playing a powerful awakener, on the other hand, would be incredibly difficult. Not only could she only play them for a short while, but it could turn out fatal.

No matter who she played, she would become the person once she succeeded, and the role would limit her until the act ended.

For example, if by some miracle Tang Xiaocong succeeded in playing Pride, she would become an NPC as powerful as Pride, but instead of fighting Pride, she would attack and kill Gao Yang; it was Pride’s calling.

Gao Yang decided to use it.

He was almost certain that Baili Yi had calculated the endings of the Battle of the Curtain Call. Perhaps he hadn’t gotten a result before the battle started, but he certainly had after the awakeners were pulled into the Three Double-Hours of Heavenly Tribulation.

Baili Yi had kept his mouth shut for fear of his interference changing the future. That gave Gao Yang an idea:

If Tang Xiaocong played Baili Yi and then changed back to herself. Wouldn’t she know the results with the vague memory of playing Baili Yi?

Gao Yang had been hesitating whether he should do it, but now, he had to.

Pride gave him a choice.

Standing at the fork of fate, Gao Yang was facing at least two endings. Perhaps both would lead to defeats, but perhaps one would lead to victory, or at least a better defeat. He had to grasp onto any hope he could.

He would gladly cheat for it. He had to win.

Tang Xiaocong walked out of the crowd, unsure of herself. “Just a heads-up, it may not succeed.”

“Do your best,” Gao Yang said.

“Got it!”

Tang Xiaocong made up her mind. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes, spreading her arms. Sun Hu almost stopped her from taking the risk several times, but he couldn’t say the words when he remembered the awakeners who had lost their lives.

Hum.

Suddenly, Tang Xiaocong’s petite body turned into a clump of white energy with no details, like a glowing mannequin. Then, countless options popped up for age, sex, skin color, hair, eyes, nose, ears, mouth, height, weight, figure, outfit...

Around a hundred options further led to numerous suboptions, switching fast like the rolling patterns of a slot machine. At the same time, every detail of the mannequin was quickly changing, as if countless souls had entered the same body at the same time before promptly departing. freewebnσvel.cøm

A few seconds later, the first detail was set: a pair of bookish glasses.

Then deep eyes emerged under the glasses, followed by the eyebrows, nose, cheekbones, lips, chin...and many more details. A familiar face was created. It was akin to a game’s character creation, only much more detailed, complex, and astounding. It left everyone gaping in shock.

In a minute, all the details were finalized. Standing before them was a melancholy middle-aged man in a long white coat—Tang Xiaocong succeeded!