OBS Chapter 48 Television and Television Programs
Chapter 48 Television and Television Programs
This was unusual, and Nan'an immediately asked, "Can't you hear me?"
Nilar and Suiyue listened intently, then nodded in unison.
Just as he was about to say something, a wave of misty air rose from Nan'an's nostrils.
Suddenly, a gust of wind came from beside my ear.
In a daze, he saw...
On a summer afternoon, the typhoon was approaching.
The light faded at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Lead-gray clouds pressed heavily down on the top of the teaching building.
The gentle breeze that had been blowing just moments before suddenly became fierce and swift, howling through the open windows and rattling the stacks of books and exam papers on the desks.
Amidst the fluttering and tumbling, everyone's laughter and exclamations blended together, drowning out the rhythm of the teacher's gentle tapping on the table.
As the school bell rang, the students, all dressed in their school uniforms, crowded around the railing, staring at the dark, overcast sky. Suddenly, a bolt of thunder tore through the sky, leaving a bluish-purple trail, and everyone screamed in unison against the wind.
Nan'an suddenly opened her dazed eyes.
In just a few breaths, he felt as if he had returned to the past...
At that moment, Suiyue and Nilar finally heard the strange noise.
"...A complete nutritional meal replacement shake, one cup meets all your needs for the day. Rich in 28 kinds of vitamins and minerals needed by the human body, and abundant in dietary fiber. Feeling tired from work or staying up late? Have one! Order now to choose from three flavors."
"...A multi-functional lumbar massager surprise gift box, featuring heat therapy, deep massage, posture correction, lumbar spine protection, and relief from prolonged sitting fatigue—it has it all! A perfect gift for friends, elders, and children—it's the gift of health!"
The first part was in Nora, and they could understand each word individually, but when put together, they were completely baffled.
What are the essential "elements" for sustaining life?
Does it refer to plant elements?
In Nora, the term "life element" is used in an unusually broad sense, but in any case, they should not be closely related to minerals.
In the latter part, Nan'an was certain that he was probably the only one in all of Nora who could understand him.
Familiar accents are appearing in unexpected ways.
The tremors from the ground grew more pronounced, and the shadows at the corners of the corridor writhed as if alive.
A strange silhouette slowly "flowed" into the bleak light at the edge of the garden.
It was something that left the Nora speechless. If an ordinary Fogbreaker encountered it, the biggest challenge in recounting it would be their rhetorical ability.
Nan'an is different... He can see clearly and describe the whole picture accurately.
It is about one and a half people tall, and its main body is a dark black, old-fashioned, bulky "big-back" television set that can bring countless people back to the millennium. It can quickly remind people of the classic model that can be fixed by "patting" it.
The television set was jet black, with a pair of conspicuous V-shaped metal antennas standing on top.
It replaced the spider's "head"...
Nan'an is also unsure whether "replacement" is accurate; based on observation, it seems like the product of a spider and a television getting drunk and having sex.
Four slender, segmented, metallic-looking "legs" extend from below the television.
It is not a completely biological flesh and blood structure; the joints of its spider legs are embedded with fist-sized, spherical, constantly rotating monitor lenses.
On the sides and back of the main body of the television set, several thick, octopus-like tentacles covered with suckers and irregular protrusions are particularly eye-catching—these are the remaining body structures besides the four spider legs.
Dark purple tentacles wriggled out, their surfaces not smooth, but densely inlaid with plastic buttons similar to those on a TV remote.
Some are raised, some are sunken, and they are distributed haphazardly.
As the tentacles wriggled, the buttons would occasionally light up with a faint red or green light, as if someone was touching them to change TV channels.
A thick, black bus made of numerous power cords twisted into a rope-like shape protruded from the damaged area on the back cover of the television, trailing behind like a tail, making a rustling friction sound as it swept across the ground.
Pale purple sparks continuously flew from the ends of the wires. With each flash, a thin black mist silently dissipated, filling the corridor with a damp, impending rain.
The TV screen had no snow or signal loss stripes.
What appears on the screen is a highly saturated image that makes one wonder if the photographer was clumsy and produced it.
It's too vibrant, like someone who's eaten poisonous mushrooms, lost in a hallucination with colors that's hard to break free from. The contrast between light and shadow is so strong it's unrealistic, and every frame looks like it's been coated with an excessive amount of cheap fluorescent paint.
At this very moment, GG is still playing on the TV screen.
A witch dressed in a traditional pointed hat and robe is sitting in a room that is clearly in the medieval style, with a stone fireplace burning with flames.
The witch quickly swiped and tapped on her phone, a satisfied smile spreading across her face.
A semi-transparent dialog box pops up in the upper right corner of the screen, displaying the message in fancy font: "Your food delivery order has been accepted by 'Dragon is Here'."
The scene immediately cuts to outdoors.
Under a sky overcast with dark clouds, a lithe dragon, adorned with leather saddles and carrying a wicker basket, flaps its wings and soars over a pointed castle. A clearly marked scroll with a QR code is affixed to the basket.
The witch picked up her phone and scanned the code. The scroll automatically rolled up, and tentacles sprouted from the takeout inside the wicker basket. With a leap, it climbed up like a spider and jumped into the windowsill, completing the final delivery.
The scene transitions abruptly to another scene without any transition.
A knight clad in full plate armor, his mask pulled down, stood in a blacksmith's shop where illusory streams of light and distorted characters flowed across the walls.
On the control panel in front of him, a long sword projection, shimmering with light, floated in the air.
The knight reached out and tapped and dragged his fingers on the illusory sword, seemingly adjusting the curvature of the blade and the style of the hilt.
Next to the projection, several lines of constantly changing parameters appeared: "Sharpness +3", "Balance -1", "Fire Enchantment Slot: 1".
A label in the corner of the desktop reads in clear Nora: "Custom-made enchanted weapons, online preview and fine-tuning supported, 7-day no-questions-asked return policy!"
The television demon moved its bizarre limbs, a mixture of machinery and flesh, while the monitor lenses at its joints clicked and spun, capturing the figures of the three people from Nan'an in the viewfinder.
As the two sides drew closer, the image on the screen switched to a real-time capture of the three of them standing in front of a skinned buffalo.
The image was given an exaggerated filter and a flashing border, and a line of constantly jumping, meaningless characters called GG scrolled at the bottom—not the script that Nan'an was familiar with, but vaguely resembling the fairy script of the North during the Gray Star era.
Suiyue muttered under her breath, "What the hell is this thing..."
Nan'an envied Suiyue's ignorance at this moment.
In her dazed state, she instinctively formed a perception of the Nightmare before her based on the concept of "spider mutation," and by adding the label "Nightmare," her brain was able to accept its existence.
Nan'an cannot do it.
In his eyes, this monster was the ultimate Frankenstein's monster, pieced together from knowledge from two different worlds.
Even the theater playing on the television screen is like the most absurd dream, presented in a fragmented way, as if it will be so out of place at any moment that it will force the brain to wake up with discomfort.
Why is there a television set in Nora's house?
It's not just television sets.
He keenly noticed that the "cell phones," "food delivery," and "holographic projections" shown in those games seemed to carry the misunderstandings of sword and magic perspectives within Nora's local environment.
Mobile phones are a crude combination of glass and a heavy metal frame, resulting in an awkward shape.
The QR code on the scroll provided by Feilong Takeaway is a jumbled mess, with no discernible pattern, resembling a granular puzzle of a magic circle.
Upon closer inspection, the so-called holographic projection is actually composed of countless translucent, blurry-faced spirits.
Their illusory bodies are closely arranged, forming a constantly fluctuating light curtain. The parameters and lighting effects are actually illusions pieced together from the faint light emanating from the spirits.
"Da da..."
Nan'an looked in the direction of the sound and saw that Nilar's hand holding the sword hilt was trembling.
At this moment, he was completely devoid of his usual composure and calmness. His face wore an unusual expression that was somewhere between ferocity and tension, and sweat poured down his forehead.
The television screen suddenly zoomed in for a close-up, and Nilar's large head completely replaced the frequently flickering GG screen, becoming the main subject of the live broadcast.
Time seemed to freeze for a few seconds.
Nilar's lips twitched slightly.
A dry, hoarse word, tinged with longing, was uttered with a tremor.
"dad?"
On the television screen, Nilar's magnified face was distorted, stretched, and then disintegrated.
At the same time, Nilar's figure began to blur before Nan'an and Suiyue's eyes.
Countless tiny, leaping snowflake patterns erupted from the edges of his body.
The surrounding light suddenly became chaotic and blinding.
Without any discernible pattern, it resembled the dazzling standby test screen displayed on an old-fashioned television set when there was no signal, abruptly jumping off the screen and brutally entering reality.
Nan'an was already very fast; the moment the anomaly occurred, he blocked Nilar's path.
But that force ignored the barrier of flesh and blood, and without any resistance, it turned Nilar into particles that shimmered with black and white light, and they fell straight into the television screen.
On the black screen of the television, the flickering static quickly disappeared.
The image became clear again.
The scene on the screen is no longer that of a garden.
That appeared to be the living room of a noble manor.
A heavy crystal chandelier hangs from the high ceiling, its warm yellow light filling the screen and creating a mesmerizing atmosphere.
In the center of the luxurious hall, Nilar stared at the person in front of him.
He was a middle-aged man dressed in elegant aristocratic attire, whose face bore a six or seven-point resemblance to Nilar, only older.
His eyes were gentle, filled with the loving kindness and joy of a long-awaited reunion.
The moment Nilar saw the middle-aged man, the blank look on his face quickly disappeared.
His lips trembled, his eyes instantly reddened, and he almost staggered forward, grabbing the other person tightly.
"Father...it really is you...you really..."
Nilar's voice came through the Nightmare God's loudspeaker.
He choked up, filled with the excitement of having regained what he had lost.
This heartwarming reunion scene, however, sent a chill down Nan'an's spine.
Suiyue felt as if her stomach was being squeezed by two hands, and the discomfort made her want to vomit.
The color in Nilar's eyes was fading. He slowly loosened his grip on his father and stood up like a rusty machine.
The live broadcast, which was originally a wide shot, suddenly switched to a medium shot, focusing on Nilar's figure and following him until he walked to the front of the screen.
As if taking another step forward would mean leaving the screen and stepping into reality, he smiled and reached out his hand towards Nan'an and Suiyue, as if he wanted to grasp something.
The corners of his mouth still held a slight upward curve, but the smile had frozen, lost all warmth, and turned into a stiff mask.
Nilar's gaze pierced through the television screen, accurately targeting Nan'an and Suiyue, who were staring intently at him from the garden outside the screen.
"Come on... there's no black fog here."
"Whoosh!"
Nan'an couldn't understand what kind of ability the television god possessed, so he restrained his urge to observe it, but he didn't get the answer he wanted.
Let's get started!
Nan'an sped away.
As long as there is a physical entity and a blood bar is displayed, the problem can be solved physically.
As they sped along, Nan'an was surrounded by faint black and white light.
In an instant, he saw his memories of school days in his previous life again, as well as the scene of enjoying a bonfire feast with everyone in the Red Rat Adventure Team after he transmigrated.
Before those images could even take shape in his mind, Nan'an's fist slammed heavily into the tentacles of the television set that had extended from the Nightmare God and formed a shield.
The realistic and sticky sensation unfolded under the force of his punch, like the flesh and blood of an octopus flying through the air, turning into specks of light and rapidly dissipating.
The feedback was significant; the television demon was sent flying backward by the punch, crashing straight into a huge pillar.
The fly mist released by Nan'an eagerly attached itself to the shattered wounds of the television set, further tearing the flesh apart.
The image on the screen suddenly blurred, and Nilar's outline disappeared.
Seeing this, Nan An forcibly suppressed his murderous urge to finish off the attacker.
The TV screen flickered, and the witch on the screen, who had placed a takeout order, pushed open the door and walked outside.
Behind the television screen, a phantom door suddenly appeared.
It drifted backward, and with a click, the light and shadow on the screen disappeared from Nan'an's sight along with it.
Nan'an hurriedly stepped forward, carefully sensing the restless throbbing of the fly mists, which were far apart—the fly mists that had been taken away were able to transmit signals briefly through a medium he could not understand.
Perhaps this is a resonance unique to the insect swarm?
In just a short while, a living person vanished into thin air, becoming a moving artifact in a strange metal frame, leaving Suiyue still in shock.
She asked, "What...what should we do?"
Nan'an took a deep breath to calm herself down.
"If we can sense it, it means the other party is still nearby... We can give chase, but we need to make some preparations first."
He walked over to the skinned buffalo: "What price do we have to pay to get information about that guy?"