Players gather around the fireplace, enjoying the rare comfort, warm conversations, and sharing experiences

Experience of creation.

Transparent Bridge suggests that they first imagine what they imagine, firmly think, and at the same time imagining psychological hints - such as imagining the burning in the fireplace as the howling wind outside the wooden house.

So there were loud voices around the fireplace.

Players talk to themselves, some are serious, some are closed with their eyes, some are protruding blue veins; some are talking to the air, some are talking to the spread palms, and some are talking to themselves, like a mental hospital

Patients and Friends Association.

"I've succeeded!" Wen Xiang raised her palm excitedly, and crystal liquid fell from her fingers.

She clenched her clothes with her hands and then successfully imagined a handful of water by taking advantage of the cold.

Jun Moxiao followed closely behind and imagined a piece of wood that added fuel to the fireplace.

"Big, big, big, big—" Mu Su lowered his head and muttered in a low voice, also creating his own imagination.

"Yinghua, don't you try it?" Transparent Bridge asked curiously.

The only person who did not participate, Yinghua lay on the outermost side, with her palms supporting her head and one leg bent: "I am a conspiracy theorist. What if I have to pay the price to create an imagination?"

The warm atmosphere became quiet, and the players subconsciously looked to the upper left corner.

The rational value is rising steadily, and the hidden danger of low body temperature has been removed from the status bar.

"It may not be big, but just in case, everyone should stop playing." Transparent Bridge said thinking.

The patient association that lasted for a few minutes ended here.

"Do you have any other conspiracy theory ideas?" Translucent Bridge asked Sakura.

"Well..." Yinghua glanced at the ceiling casually, thinking for a while and said, "As a pessimist, what if you imagined this land?"

"What do you mean - you mean..." Transparent bridge's eyes suddenly contracted.

Mu Su was shocked: "The Ridder returns to Gotham!"

Transparent Bridge looked at Mu Su, then looked around: "Do you still remember the words I shouted when I landed..."

"I'm on land, everyone gets off the boat?" Wen Xiang tentatively recalled what Translucent Bridge said, and then sucked in the air.

The rain is imagined, the weirdness that threatens them is imagined, the safe wooden house that hides is imagined, and the land under your feet is also imagined-

This kind of thing is terrible and indescribable.

"No." Transparent Bridge shook his head and refuted Wen Xiang's alarmist statement: "I have touched the sand before I said this, and this land is real."

"I have a suspicious personality, what if?" Yinghua Youyou asked.

The transparent bridge fell into silence.

Mu Su leaned over and poked Yinghua: "I know a good mental hospital. There is another security guard named Dington who I can't tell you is my secret informant. Are you interested in getting to know about it?"

"Forget it, I'm very happy to be One Piece."

Yinghua angrily said, put down her palm and put her head on her arms: "I'm sleepy, good night, huh--"

...

Milky Way - Sun Ring · 14 Ring Zone

In the afternoon, the gloomy sky rolled in thunder. The rain was no longer falling, and the air was filled with dullness and depression.

Until the sharp alarm cut through the night sky and echoed over the hospital.

Lightning flashed past, and a manor located in the suburbs was particularly conspicuous.

The surroundings returned to quiet, and a faint thunder spread.

The light of the sky illuminates the place. It is not a manor, but a mental hospital.

Restored to darkness again. This building is like a giant beast in the dark, hiding dormant.

In contrast, there are cities a hundred kilometers away. The tall buildings are towering into dark clouds, and countless shuttles have turned into small dots.

Under the dark clouds on the dome, a huge airship slowly surrounds the city. The neon lights of the hull flash, showing advertisements.

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After the lightning, the air becomes more dull.

Until a sharp alarm cuts through the sky and reverberates over the hospital.

An aircraft carrier larger than an airship is quietly suspended at a height of a mental hospital.

The main naval gun with a diameter of 10 meters and hundreds of 1-meter-caliber secondary guns aimed at the hospital below.

The belly of the machine opened, and countless small warships flew out of it, landed to the hospital downwards, and stayed in the sky.

Dozens of small warships neatly arranged opened the cabin almost at the same time, and contours of exoskeleton power armor jumped out of it and fell to the mental hospital from a height of several dozen meters.

It was like a storm, the grass and flower beds were bombed and the soil was splashed.

At the gate of the hospital, the security guard who came out of the booth was wearing a hat, grabbed a piece of baguette, raised his head and opened his mouth and watched as the federal soldiers fell like shells, and the earth was roaring and trembling.

A silhouette was falling a few meters away from the security guard. The strong wind blew away his hat, trembling, causing his feet to fall to the ground unsteadily.

The half-squat power soldier stood up and turned to the shaking security guard. The plasma rifle in his hand sounded the sound of charging completed.

The security guard suddenly raised his trembling hand and found that the baguette was still in his hand, so he quickly let go.

Bang.

The baguette fell on the stone brick pavement, smashing the stone bricks to break.

Bang—

The gate of the mental hospital was pushed open, revealing a man sitting in the lobby with his head hanging down, wearing blue and white striped patient uniforms.

He slowly raised his head, a pair of cold eyes appeared, and a hoarse and low voice echoed in the hall.

"Slaves, you have finally come to welcome the king to return to the throne."

The commander surrounded by soldiers waved softly: "Control the Building."

Power Armor soldiers poured in and asked, quickly controlling each floor along the passage.

The commander took off his power helmet and walked towards the man sitting in a wooden chair, passing by him, and walked up the stairs behind him.

"It turned out to be the rebel army of the usurper..." The man smiled.

Buzz —

Two plasma rifles with amazing energy surged inside pointed at the man.

The fifth floor of the mental hospital.

Dean's Office.

"You, are you federal troops?"

The dean at the window said in shock to the commander and soldiers who broke into the office.

"The 13th Special Service Regiment in the Sun Ring, Colonel Sparrow Lee."

Sparrow Lee's eyes raised slightly, revealing a pair of lazy dead fish eyes: "Come and catch someone."

"The target has been found!"

A shout came from behind, and Sparrow Lee turned around and saw his subordinates escorting a security guard in a uniform with pants piled up on his ankles, revealing white shorts.

"Dington?"

The dean called out the man as if he had seen a ghost.

"I don't know anything! Why arrest me!"

Dington shouted at the dean in horror: "Dean! Tell them that I am innocent! I, I just came to furry just now. Is this a crime?"

"The mission is completed, retreat!"

Sparrow Lee ignored it, looked around and issued an order quickly.

Soldiers from all over the control hospital withdrew in an orderly manner, were taken back to small warships, and flew back to high-altitude aircraft carriers.
Chapter completed!