mijobooks Chapter 32 Now it's more like it.
Chapter 32 Now it's more like it.
Ronan was completely stunned. He refreshed the website and found a bunch of messy videos, some of which clearly showed faces. Only a small portion of these videos had been reviewed by Onali.
O'Neill sighed and said to Ronan:
"It seems that there isn't a single person with the desire for revenge; none of them have any strong thoughts of revenge in their hearts."
O'Neill added:
"Perhaps everyone in our city of Herod is relatively kind. And both righteous and evil citizens naturally suppress their emotions. Isn't our main purpose to serve travelers? These grievances can't possibly be judged as grievances by Herod."
Now that O'Neill has been with Ronan for a while, she's unconsciously started to mock Herodo a little.
Ronan had often mocked Herodo before, which made O'Neill quite amazed when she first met him. However, O'Neill later became familiar with him.
Moreover, now that Oona has gone through that incident, she harbors even more resentment towards the current situation.
If this situation didn't exist, if travelers didn't exist, how could there be a distinction between righteous citizens and evil citizens?
If this wasn't the case, how could this evil citizen have set up a trap in her O'Neill Photo Studio?
This kept her O'Neill's photo studio constantly busy, never stopping, forever filled with a vitality that O'Neill found somewhat disheartening.
My father died but cannot rest in peace, and I am here as a ghost story, working as an employee of the Bureau of Strange Phenomena.
Perhaps O'Neill put on Shemona's collar again at this time?
That's what she thought.
Seeing Ronan's state, Onali said:
"Mr. Ronan, I've just finished my identification process and I think I've found someone who seems a bit special."
At this moment, Onali brought up the face and it appeared in front of the two of them.
Ronan saw the face—a boy's face twisted so distorted that his jaw was dislocated, and the man's eyes blazed with a furious desire for revenge.
From Ronan's perspective alone, it's like some big shots acting in movies, delivering such god-like performances. Because it's so realistic, the acting is almost too convincing.
If a timid person saw these eyes, they would probably be frightened.
Ronan was very satisfied and immediately looked at O'Neill and said:
"How are these eyes?"
Oona gently reached her hand towards the screen, and an eerie black flame erupted from it as she touched the screen. In that instant, while Oona was still immersed in a calm state of mind, she saw a terrifying fire of vengeance surge towards her.
Moreover, scenes from the past are appearing even more vividly before Oonali's eyes.
Oona saw it.
Scenes of bullying, scenes of swallowing humiliation, accumulated into murderous resentment, until this resentment combined endlessly, and finally, the last thing that overwhelmed this person's rationality and stubbornness was this.
Before O'Neill could speak, after a while, she said:
"That's how it should be."
Ronan didn't want to know what had happened to him.
However, O'Neill also said:
"Mr. Ronan, are we doing the right thing? Or rather, are we judging others as ghost stories?"
Ronan knew that this was the final step in Onali's first transformation.
He said elegantly:
"Just because you think it's wrong, does that mean it's wrong? When ambition uses those words, you've already agreed to half of it. This matter is right, it's just the beginning of your decision. The rest—your father also judged justice in this way, it's a strange tale in Daolong Town, does that mean it's wrong?"
Ronan, of course, hadn't expected that such an example would exist in a second-generation world.
However, Ronan was also relieved.
Without such examples, how can we provide today's players with a more profound experience?
It's likely that many strange tales involve cases with such rich emotions.
After all, Ronan felt that the copywriting teams of these second-tier game companies absolutely needed to include a bunch of random stuff; otherwise, it wouldn't be very interesting.
He has great faith in Chinese literary and artistic youth.
The term "literary youth" is still too authoritative.
Or perhaps some shady characters have infiltrated the project team; this is far too authoritative.
However, Ronan doesn't seem to have seen it yet, which suggests the plot is doing fairly well.
But Ronan felt relieved because he hadn't seen any plot developments yet.
These players are constantly doing some ghost story projects and handling events—free movement in an open metropolis, experiencing a new Grand Theft Auto and Angry Life—there's not much of a plot to speak of, the plot can only be manipulated within the ghost story itself.
Now he understood why the O'Neill Photo Studio incident had a strange undertone that even Ronan found odd, and why this revenge plot was unfolding before him.
It might also be some kind of ginseng, or some other strange and unusual stuff.
Oona seemed relieved, her gaze becoming even more resolute, and said:
"Okay, now I'm going to begin the first execution of this plan."
O'Neill immediately sent him a text message asking him to enter his phone number and address.
Still somewhat dazed, O'Neill said to Ronan:
"Isn't the address we entered a bit too outrageous? Won't people think we're up to no good, like we're deliberately setting up a sting operation?"
Ronan, of course, didn't think so. He explained to Onali:
"How could that be? For someone like him, who is driven by revenge, and who is both an intellectual and an authority figure in the project team, revenge is something he absolutely has to do."
"And this revenge must be carried out in a very flavorful way."
Ronan felt:
"If it has about seven or eight parts of the dragon's flavor, that'll be fine."
"And it also has a bit of a Little Red Book vibe."
"To elevate it further, add the youthful spirit of Haruki Murakami, and finally embellish it with the elegant essence of The Fall of the City in Ten Days."
"It definitely has the flavor to be a perfect 20 out of 10."
"Isn't this beyond the limit?"
Sure enough, after sending the text message, the person eagerly sent their own text message.
Ke Qi saw his clone, and the clone immediately understood that it was time to deliver the package.
He immediately attached himself to a camera, then flew directly into the sky. In the end, to avoid surveillance, he fell randomly, eventually taking a roundabout route to this guy's door.
Oona's clone originally wanted to use the camera lens to smash the door, but after hesitating for a moment, she used the hand grip behind the camera to smash the door instead.
O'Neill then relayed what was about to happen to Ronan in real time.
Ronan didn't care. He knew that as long as he could contact the person who got the camera, as long as they weren't an idiot, he could easily take care of the other person in this world he wanted to kill.
Players can naturally be ruled out—how could a player possibly harbor such deep resentment towards these things in the world?
Moreover, if they were to come, they wouldn't be able to fake it; they could only investigate from the perspective of the victims here.
Ronan sensed that the travelers would probably have to come and try to make a quick buck for a while longer.
It was only then that Ronan noticed that his previous battle points had not been added to his stats.
To be precise, his stats didn't change at all during battle.
Even after defeating the man in black, nothing changed.
Ronan then understood: it really was a genuine second-generation game; there was no leveling up in combat, and everything had to be upgraded using resources.
This is just right.