The sunrise in Tianhai City is always worth seeing. It is like a bright gilded light, which fades to red when it is about to take off completely, and the rising sun is like fire.
"I want to go back." Wen Shizheng and Jian Qingrong were watching the sunrise side by side, and suddenly said with his side face.
The travel time provided by the pass is limited and cannot exceed twenty-four hours. To avoid exceeding the time limit, he must leave within two hours.
I just met with my family and was planning to have a tea party in two days, so I decided to rest for two days. It was a rare trip out, but who could have imagined I'd be caught in a hail of gunfire?
Jian Qingrong and he had different ways of returning. Before Wen Shi found a secluded corner to tear up the pass, a pendant brighter than the morning sun appeared in front of him.
"With it, if you enter another dimension, I can find you in time."
This was a new Heartblood Pendant, and it wouldn't be very useful in the future. Judging from last night's thunderbolt, the game defaulted to Wen Shi collecting all three keys. In other words, he didn't have to go to the dungeon within a fixed timeframe like before.
However, Wen Shi did not refuse Jian Qingrong's intention and put on the pendant.
The pendant was neither up nor down, and it was stuck right on the collarbone.
Wen Shi looked at Jian Qingrong deeply, tore up the pass, and returned to the virtual world.
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Virtual world.
Since the core switch and the change to summer, players have been dressing cooler and cooler. It's rare to see those weird characters carrying axes or wearing armor-like clothes.
Wen Shi fell on the soft big bed and sent a message to Ji Yuanzhi.
[Urgent, waiting online, has the Puppet Guild's leader met with misfortune?]
Then a long string of voice messages was input, which roughly described the story of a killer and justice from heaven.
Ji Yuanzhi: [Rumor has it his puppet was shattered, and he himself suffered a backlash. The president of Wangcai Bank was killed in the virtual world. The game probably wants to make an example of him.]
Five minutes later, Ji Yuanzhi sent another message.
Someone saw their player ID appear in the 2S instance in the virtual plaza. If they were seriously injured, they'd probably never return.
[Tu Bianxi is also in the same instance, and outside, people are heatedly discussing why he came back to life.]
Wen Shi thought that this kind of discussion was totally unnecessary, as the person might die again soon.
Ji Yuanzhi agreed with him: "The uncertainty of the test is very high. If we fail in it, the decline of the Puppet Guild is only a matter of time."
The game will release a certain number of test copies every year. When a large number of copies are launched, qualified players will be randomly forced into the copies.
The rewards for this test dungeon are generous, but many rules are not yet fully implemented. The system will make appropriate changes and repairs based on what happens during the dungeon experience.
The Puppet Guild's president and others were seriously injured and had to leave the base, which was completely involuntary.
"The consequences of having bad character..." Wen Shi raised his eyebrows gloatingly.
Before he could finish his words, in just a breath, the smile on his face suddenly froze, the bed board beneath him became vacant, and his whole body seemed to be leaning on drifting clouds.
"It has been detected that you perfectly meet the requirements of the test book."
"The test could have been inherently flawed, so please give it your all."
"Teleportation is about to begin—"
The young man who had been relaxing on the big bed disappeared, leaving behind only a single word that condensed thousands of words: "Grass."
"The copy of 'The Lone Star of Death' has been successfully loaded."
[Death Star: Small and Medium Test Book
Difficulty: S
Initial number of players: 14
Plot summary:
The word "sang" has many meanings, but at its core, it means loss and death. It's an unpleasant word, suggesting a one-way trip. But what if you could return? Legend has it that a deity exists in this world who bestows upon those unfortunate souls small trinkets to help them resist the threat of death.
Role identity: Your name is Aaron, you finally inherited a hospital, and you... Hey, why are you here? ]
In the endless darkness, Wen Shi almost cursed again. Don't you know why I came here?!
The game really doesn't count.
Starting this morning, hundreds of copies have been launched one after another. The game's awareness is omnipresent, but it is impossible to pay attention to a certain person all the time. Unless it happens on a whim or the other party violates the rules or engages in other inappropriate behavior, the game will sense it immediately.
In terms of the system's operating mechanism, the test dungeon automatically accepts qualified players. Due to the imperfect rules, the players selected are both lucky and unlucky. The lucky thing is that precisely because of the imperfections, the players selected have certain innate advantages in the dungeon.
Unfortunately, Wen Shi perfectly fits the requirements of one of the test books.
After a brief pause, the mechanical sound continued to play indifferently:
[Your name is Aaron, you have obsessive-compulsive disorder, and since you are already here, you are ready to experience the local customs and culture of this dungeon.
Please note that you must complete the necessary role play. Since you are the person selected by the machine, the role identity is randomly assigned.
Also, since you were accidentally teleported into the test dungeon, you can select one person in your home to summon in this dungeon.
The darkness in front of his eyes gradually disappeared, and Wen Shi felt steam rushing towards his face. When he opened his eyes, he saw a pot of steaming mushroom soup in front of him.
The white soup spoon was placed aside. Wen Shi subconsciously picked it up and stirred it, and the bone fragments were scooped up from the bottom of the basin.
"Son, this is calcium supplement. You've just recovered from a serious illness and are weak. You should drink more."
Wen Shi raised his eyelids. The woman sitting opposite him was beautiful and slender. When she served soup to Wen Shi, there was a hint of disgust in her eyes.
It's strange.
Wen Shi made a blank judgment. Even a homosexual monster prettier than the Blood Bride would be repelled by him. The woman had been gentle in her earlier attempts to persuade him to eat, but now she didn't want to say a word and simply placed the bowl in front of Wen Shi.
He continued to observe. There were two elderly people sitting at the table. The old man was smiling so hard that wrinkles appeared on his face. "Sun, why don't you drink?"
The old lady also said with a slightly dissatisfied tone: "Eat more."
There was also a boy of the same age with a purple birthmark covering the left half of his face.
Everyone at the table urged Wen Shi to eat until he was plump and plump. From the oldest to the youngest, everyone at the table bore a resemblance to each other. Wen Shi caught a glimpse of his hazy reflection in the soup. He still looked the same; it was clear they weren't from the same family.
He shook the soup spoon under these expectant gazes, sneering inwardly, thinking, "Fatten them up so they can be slaughtered and eaten?"
[Congratulations, you are a sheep in the tiger's mouth]
[Side Quest: Monster House
Mission content: Find your own position, and when the sun rises again, you can leave the Monster House.
bite.
As Wen Shi loosened his grip, the spoon hit the edge of the bowl, making a crisp sound.
This is no different from putting down your chopsticks at the table, except that your dissatisfaction is written on your face.
The light bulb on the ceiling suddenly became dim and bright, and the "family members" opposite him had gloomy expressions and were all staring at him coldly.
"My hand slipped." Wen Shi stood up and said without a trace of apology: "I don't have much appetite today. I feel dizzy. You guys continue eating."
The first floor is the dining area, with only tables and chairs.
Wen Shi went up to the second floor. All the doors within his sight were open. They were all installed with strange protective doors, covered with dense nets above and below. Each room was as small as a pigeon nest.
The rooms were very close together, and Wen Shi walked through them one by one. In the first room, he saw a hand bone model, and the second room was constantly emitting a fishy smell... When he walked into the fourth room, the environment inside was finally relatively normal. There were a bunch of small medicine bottles on the table, which was consistent with the sickly character described by the monster.
This grid-designed door allows people passing by to be seen at any time, and people outside can also see inside.
"Lone Star."
Wen Shi sat on a broken wooden chair, flipping through the things in the drawer while recalling the copy introduction.
As the name suggests, the goal is to be a lonely star. This Monster House meets the requirements. By cutting off all the monsters who claim to be family members and becoming the only one left, he can achieve the achievement of a lonely star.
Thinking of this, Wen Shi yawned, but there was no need to do so.
It was probably a test copy, and the content was not very confusing. Combined with some clues he personally knew, the background of the copy could be translated into: players who met the conditions could get a death substitute item sent by the true spirit.
Ji Yuanzhi once said that players who possess this type of props are often regarded as unlucky stars in real life, and those with weak luck cannot bear it.
Working backwards, if he wants to get a death substitute, he has to create a tough character in the dungeon.
"There is no one in this world who is tougher than me."
Wen Shi's confidence is not groundless. The game has personally verified that his luck is extremely bad. The only reason he can survive until now is thanks to the lucky buckle.
After offsetting each other in both directions, fate finally prevails, and it will always be reflected at some unexpected node, such as being unexpectedly selected into the test book this time.
"Bad review."
Wen Shi shook his head. The mattress was so damp that water could be wrung out of it, and it smelled of various medicine jars. He could only lie on the table to rest.
He did not choose to summon his family for the time being, and there was no place for them to stay in this dovecote even if they were summoned.
However, one thing is very favorable to him. The game instructions say that he is summoned from his home, that is, his existing family members. Wen Shi has already inherited some of his family members' abilities, which means that he will not generate new skills during the settlement.
As one thing gains, another loses. Since the game has deprived him of one of his rights and specifically mentioned the issue of summoning, it will inevitably compensate him in other aspects, such as relaxing the restrictions on the power of his family.
"First, some talismans..." He stuck the exorcism items bought from the mall on the iron door and locked it at the same time.
Late at night, when everyone is asleep, Wen Shi takes a light nap with his arm as a pillow.
Just as he was beginning to feel sleepy, Hug Bear woke him up. Wen Shi opened his eyes and saw that his head was already tilted towards the door, without any transition. A face, almost distorted by the fine mesh, was staring at him intently.
The moonlight was bright, and the old skin looked like a broken face when it was pressed against the grid made of cold iron wire.
"Slurp." The old man swallowed.
Wen Shi turned around and continued sleeping.
The protective door was shaken hard, making a creaking noise.
"It's hard to breathe when you lock the door while sleeping." His skinny fingers dug at the door, the talisman trembling. "Open the door quickly."
Thirty seconds, one minute, nearly three minutes passed. When the talisman was about to lose its effect, Wen Shi finally looked at the NPC again. He saw that his eyes were not blinking, and his amber eyes were full of unhappiness at being forcibly woken up.
I was already annoyed by the inexplicable reason of entering the dungeon, and now this annoyance began to intensify like the crackling of a broken light bulb in the corridor.
"Grandson, don't you love listening to grandma tell bedtime stories the most..." The old lady's saliva was about to flow down the wire, "Open the door, grandma will continue to tell you the story of the crow repaying its parents tonight."
Wen Shi was silent for a moment. He had found the adoption documents when he was rummaging through the drawers before.
It was obvious that he was adopted into the monster house and raised as food, just like humans raising livestock. Now it was time to slaughter him.
Originally, Wen Shi wanted to spend the night quietly so that he could take on the next side quest at the beginning of the new day. Unfortunately, when he took the initiative to be lazy, the monsters began to attack frantically.
Slowly standing up, Wen Shi walked straight to the door, as if he really wanted to open it for her.
The old man didn't expect the other party to be so cooperative. A few days ago, when they were discussing the slaughter date, this kid happened to pass by. At that time, the other party didn't react at all, as if he didn't pay attention to what they said, but soon he developed a high fever.
The night is long and dreams are many, so she is ready to enjoy the food in advance.
"Okay." Wen Shi smiled and said, "I want to hear stories too, but the whole family needs to tell them to me together."
The old man retracted his tongue, which had been licking his lips, and looked over suspiciously.
Wen Shi let her look at him and shrugged, "There are different characters in this story. It's boring to listen to one person telling it. If you don't tell me, I'll go to sleep first."
After saying that, he sat back in his chair.
The four looked at each other in a stalemate for a while, and the old man finally dragged his stiff steps to call for others.
"Oh..." Hearing the footsteps temporarily moving away, Wen Shi let out a long sigh.
Only when all the NPCs are gathered together can they be dealt with at once, otherwise they will have to be cut down separately with swords.
I believe the Monster House will soon become the Black Cat House.
Wen Shi leaned back in his chair while muttering to himself, his thoughts wandering: "The evil star of death, the true spirits here are most likely the gods of death. Shadow went to the Sangmen Temple before, I wonder if he will run into him."
Unless there are special circumstances, True Spirits, like in games, can't always monitor players. They govern far more than just one instance in the dimension. With any luck, it's another chance to meet an old friend in a foreign land. After not seeing each other for so long, they'll probably be thrilled to see you.
Wen Shi was full of confidence: "Shadow will be very happy now."