Chapter Sixteen: The Crimson Gunshot

  As Musa-Meyn said, Marlon had indeed grasped the commercial potential of this invention and also understood the fact that he was inside a "world" within a crystal ball.

  However, if I'm correct, those who enter this war-torn world inside the crystal ball should only be projections of spirits without physical bodies, right?

  Ma Long had quickly regained his composure - after all, he had already experienced the strange phenomenon of being transported through time and space, so how could he be shocked for too long by the current situation?

  Although the mangled limbs and entrails beside him still made Malong's stomach churn.

  After all, this effect is too realistic.

  "How did you manage to do it?"

  Suppressing the urge to vomit, Malong turned his head to look back, but he didn't see Musa-Mei. What entered his eyes was a young officer with a clear brow and bright eyes, wearing a black El'gorin military uniform.

  Is this considered soul possession?

  Thinking so, Ma Long subconsciously raised his hand in front of his eyes - and what entered his line of sight was not the familiar young Ma Long's palm, but a large hand wearing thick leather gloves. The sleeve that was tightly tied inside the glove could also be judged to belong to the French military uniform from its material and color.

  As expected, I've also been possessed.

  "To put it simply, I've been using some magical common sense in reverse, following the theories left behind by my father... There isn't enough time to explain the detailed theory, and even if I kept talking until this Izumo-class battleship is sunk, I probably still wouldn't be able to fully explain it."

  That young officer with clear eyebrows and eyes, Harlfar, indeed spoke in the voice of Musa-Mein, answering Marlon's question.

  The cannon fire was still intense, but Musa, the young officer of Helva's "soul", didn't have a single bit of fear. He even had time to comfort Marlon: "Don't worry, as long as we continue to pretend to be dead here, this place where we are now will not suffer any more attacks until this super floating boat is destroyed."

  After a slight pause, Musa-Mayn continued with an expectant tone: "From the perspective of those who have experienced it, observing a large-scale cruel war, there must be many people willing to pay for the experience, right?"

  From a first-person perspective, observing a large-scale cruel war, would many people be willing to pay for the experience?

  This is really hard to say.

  War, if it were a movie or documentary, would be fine to appreciate from multiple angles, but as a soldier who could become cannon fodder at any moment, it's not something everyone can accept... because this is simply self-torture!

  Oh, if Musa-Mein can project human consciousness into the large-scale "Koriaza Great War", doesn't that mean it's also entirely possible to project people's consciousness into other "scenes"?

  It would be better if it were a romantic movie or something - but for fixed scenes, normal people would get bored after watching two or three times.

  Unless the person who projects their spirit into it can take control and change the development of the world within the "scene"!

  Huh? Wait!

  Play the leading role yourself?

  In this case... In this case...

  If it's really feasible, then we can completely rely on Musa-Mein's invention to create - virtual games! And 100% realistic virtual games at that!

  If experiencing war and other dramatic events, the odds of making money and losing money are fifty-fifty, then doing virtual games will undoubtedly be a hundred percent profitable business!

  Game script?

  Kidding, whether it's RPG role-playing games, ACT action games, AVG adventure games, SLG strategy simulation games, RTS real-time strategy games, F** fighting games, S** shooting games, FZL puzzle games, RCG racing games, CAG card games... Ma Long's brain can come up with classic best-selling games to benefit this alien world!

  All right, doing good and all that is just a high-sounding phrase standing on the moral high ground.

  In fact, Ma Long's real reason for being excited was that the entertainment activities in this other world were really too scarce - no computers, no radio, no TV, no mobile phones, no PSP; no La Liga, no European Cup, no World Cup, and not even a Chinese Super League!

  Every night, Ma Long's fixed life rule was to tell various fairy tales that had been processed by him after dinner, under the swaying light of the gas lamp.

  It was time for Ma Long to dictate his story, which would be transcribed by his personal maid and assistant Adela - either The Count of Monte Cristo or Ma Long's own adaptation The Royal Emblem, or perhaps the Shan Hai Jing used to entice Master Druid to stay.

  Then, Ma Long was thoroughly bored. He could only turn off the gas lamp and lie on his bed, missing the electric light, telephone, computer, etc., which were getting farther and farther away from him in the darkness.

  Now, I suddenly encountered such a thing that may be in this alien world, the earth's world can only play on computers and game consoles, those 2D or 3D games, with only existing in the network of 100% simulated virtual game form reappear...

  Ma Long, how can he not be moved?

  So, after figuring it out, the key to the problem for Ma Long was only left to confirm with Musa-Mein whether he could project a person's soul into another "scene", and whether the person who was projected in could interact with the "characters" in this world.

  "Musa, my question is - can you make any other scene into a situation like this Corias battle within the crystal ball where our souls can enter? And also, for us who are projecting thoughts into this kind of Corias battle scene, can we interact with the various characters inside the scene, even influencing their life and death?"

  Since they were all already moved, Ma Long naturally had to ask about the details of the situation.

  Although Ma Long had made his best effort to ask in the language that this otherworldly place could understand, Musa-Mein still took some time to comprehend what he was asking.

  And when he finally understood what Malong meant, Musa-Mein didn't give a verbal response, but instead reached behind the young military officer whose body he had "soul-traversed" and took out from his gun holster a small handgun with blood-colored runes engraved on its surface.

  Next, under Ma Long's slightly puzzled gaze, Musa-Mein calmly aimed the blood-colored rune pistol in his hand at... Ma Long's forehead!

  "Musa-Mei, what are you going to do?!"

  Although he was surprised, Ma Long had actually already understood what Musa and Mei were going to do next.

  Bang!!!!!

  The gun went off.