The fine mesh protective door had no soundproofing effect at all. Wen Shi heard the footsteps in the corridor again, messy and urgent, conveying the desire to eat.
He was also very fast. He walked straight to the door, took out the talisman, and opened the door.
Click——
The sound of the protective door opening was particularly loud.
Like an ignorant lamb, Wen Shi plunged into the monster's territory, with only air between them.
This initiative made the "family members" coming from the other end stunned for a moment.
The lights in the hallway were on at night, but the effect was almost the same as if they were off, only dim, flickering from time to time. Grandpa Monster and Grandma Monster stood in the front, their faces filled with greedy appetites, even in the dim light.
"One, two..."
It was Wen Shi who opened his mouth first. His behavior was very strange. He stretched out his finger and pointed at each person in turn: "Four."
Very good, all four monsters are here.
The "younger brother" with blue spots on his face was the first to notice something was wrong. He pulled the old lady, who was about to pounce on him like a hungry wolf, and said, "The local animal seems to be a little different today."
The old man looked up and down at the food, only noting the delicate skin and tender meat that were suitable for eating.
In some places, cows are called "local livestock". Wen Shi narrowed his eyes when he heard this, and a green wooden sword appeared out of thin air in his hand behind his back.
After a few seconds, seeing that the two sides seemed to be at a stalemate, he suddenly laughed: "Why do you have to engage in animal husbandry at home?"
One sentence completely tore the relationship apart.
Confirming that Wen Shi already knew the true purpose of the adoption, the family of four finally dropped their pretense. The first to rush over were two elderly people, incredibly thin but incredibly fast. The mother and son were responsible for flanking them.
As the attacked party, Wen Shi stood still and just moved his arm horizontally.
Two slightly deformed heads flew past like meteors in an instant, flying in a parabola to the end of the corridor. This scene fell into the eyes of the son who was a little slower. He was shocked and reflexively stepped back.
However, in less than a second, a second wave of sword energy came and brutally flattened the heads of the monster mother and child.
There were two more thuds, and the floor shook as a mechanical sound followed—
"Side quest - Monster House completed."
"Congratulations on getting one step closer to becoming a lone star."
Wen Shi curled his lips: "This star is about to fly out of outer space."
All roads lead to Lone Star. He was born on Lone Star, so what could be closer?
"…"
Wen Shi sheathed his sword, avoiding the blood that flowed from the ground. Passing by a head with its eyes open, he said calmly, "Now I am the only child in this family."
The blood of monsters smells much worse than that of humans. The house on the second floor was not ventilated, so Wen Shi went downstairs and put two chairs together to spend half the night.
The next morning, Wen Shi was awakened by an urgent knock on the door.
He first glanced at the sun outside. It was rising. According to the mission content, it was now possible to leave the Monster House.
The knocking on the door became more intense.
Wen Shi rubbed his waist, which was sore from sleeping on the chair: "Here it comes."
Most of the door-opening murders happened at night, and there was no peephole, so to be on the safe side, Wen took a step back when he opened the door.
Two men in white robes stood at the door, their attire somewhat resembling that of the clergy in oil paintings.
"Xiaoya?" someone asked.
Wen Shi nodded. This was his name in the adoption documents.
The man in the white robe looked at him twice, nodded slightly, and asked, "Where is your adoptive mother and her family now?"
After a brief thought, Wen Shi said bluntly, "He's dead. I don't know what happened last night. I was just about to report it."
One of them went up to check on the situation, and Wen Shi continued, "I've been feeling unwell lately, and my family prescribed a lot of medicine for me. I felt dizzy after taking it, but I didn't expect to wake up like this..."
Anyway, he just plays a tough character, so he didn't give a very realistic performance.
Soon, the person who went up to check came down and whispered a few words to another person.
He looked at Wen Shi's hands. They were smooth and calloused, unlike those of someone who had been handling weapons for a long time. Even a butcher with immense strength couldn't create such a smooth cut.
The two quickly and perfunctorily classified the matter as an unsolved case.
The man in the white robe finally explained why he had come: "We've recently received a report of an illegal adoption. In this situation, you have two options."
Wen Shi seemed to be listening carefully, "You go ahead."
"The adoption relationship isn't established, so you have no inheritance rights. We're going to take this house away. You either have to make a living on your own, or... run for a divine servant."
Wen Shi tentatively asked, "Which path is more suitable for me?"
"It depends on your personal choice. Ordinary employment contracts start at a minimum of thirty years. There are no specific requirements for divine servants in this regard."
Thirty years?
Wen Shi laughed in his heart, wouldn't that mean he would have to work in the dungeon for decades in vain?
"I'm going to run for the position of God's Servant." He made the decision almost instantly.
After hearing his choice, the man in the white robe suddenly spoke in a stern tone, "Once it's confirmed, there's no room for regret. Remember, only those who meet the qualifications will be selected. Candidates who fail the test will be judged as blasphemy and executed."
What kind of cult is this? Wen Shi resisted the urge to press his brows together. "Excuse me, what are the requirements for joining..."
"You just need to have the destiny to survive a great disaster. As a divine servant, you naturally have to choose someone favored by the gods." The white-robed man mentioned the gods with a respectful tone. He then said, "The fact that you have survived an illegal adoption relationship to adulthood means that the gods may favor you."
Without giving Wen Shi a chance to regret, the man in white robe gave him a brief introduction and then let him get in the car.
A funeral carriage, wreaths adorning the front, was parked at the entrance. The color of the carriage matched the man's white robe, an unnaturally pure white, verging on a pale ash. Even during the day, the driver had turned on the dim red lights. Through the incongruous glow, Wen Shi could see several people sitting inside. From their wary, interrogating glances, it was easy to tell they were all players.
There was no conversation along the way, and the carriage remained extremely silent.
Wen Shi kept looking out the window, but didn't observe much useful information. The pedestrians on the road all had gloomy faces, and the buildings on both sides of the street were all dark in style.
It seems like this is a country without hope.
The funeral car stopped several times along the way and picked up four more players.
Wen Shi lowered his eyes. Including him, there were twelve people in total, so two people were eliminated last night.
"It seems that the saying about innate advantages is true." While killing monsters, many players died on the first night in the factory dormitory.
About half an hour later, the road became flat and open. Although the car could still drive on, it stopped early.
The man in white robes urged the players to get out of the car and led them forward on foot.
One thousand meters away, there stands a stone temple.
The ancient temple was full of mystery, and each pillar was engraved with different natural scenes, such as wind, rain, thunder and lightning. Wen Shi followed the man into the building and instantly felt very insignificant.
After crossing the threshold, the man in white robe first bowed slightly to the frail old man in front of him.
Wen Shi looked over and saw that the old man had strange totems all over his skin. He was sitting cross-legged on a cushion, looking at them with some ill intent.
"Quickly line up," the white-robed man said. "This gentleman has served the gods for forty-four years. He will later judge whether you are qualified to be selected."
After the team was lined up, the players did not get any buffer time, and the person at the top of the line was directly called to the old man's side.
"Stretch out your hand." The old man spoke in a hoarse voice.
The player felt a little nervous after being stared at, and reluctantly did as he was told.
The dry, wood-like knuckles immediately gripped his hand. The player instinctively tried to break free, but his hand felt like it was stuck to glue and wouldn't budge. He felt something sinking into his body, and black energy suddenly emerged from the lines on both of their palms.
"He's dead." The female player queuing behind Wen Shi suddenly spoke up.
Wen Shi asked in a low voice: "Why do you think so?"
"He lives in the monster house next to mine. Only two monsters died there." The female player was clearly an expert at studying dungeon mechanics. "Based on my judgment, at least half of the monsters must be dead to qualify."
As if to verify her words, the black energy emanating from the player's palm lines was far inferior to that of the old man.
The latter's black energy began to spread and invade the player's entire body. When it reached the forehead, the player began to twitch all over, and soon fell to the ground and died as if all his vitality was sucked out.
A man died, and the man in white robes remained indifferent throughout the process, throwing the body out like it was garbage. When he returned, he said coldly, "He doesn't have the fate to survive a disaster, so he's not worthy of being a divine servant."
Wen Shi probably understood that the stronger the life, the stronger the black energy, but it did not reach the level of gambling. It should be the same as what the female player said. As long as he killed enough "monster family members", at least he would not be sucked dry.
For the sake of the copy, he felt that he should be the last one in line, otherwise he would kill the old man as soon as he stepped forward, and the people behind him would have to wait for the new examiner to come.
The good young man who did good deeds every day was about to change his position. However, as soon as he moved out of the team, he was immediately caught by the eagle eyes of the man in the white robe.
"You, stop looking at it, it's you, come over for the test first."
The man in white robe thought Wen Shi was up to something and took him out alone.
"I..."
Without giving him a chance to speak, the man in white robe pushed Wen Shi on the back. After stumbling a few steps, Wen Shi came in front of the old man.
After "executing" a player, the old man's face became a little redder, and he couldn't wait to grab Wen Shi's hand again.
Seeing this, Wen Shi sighed and said, why not compete in anything else but life?
People who have served as divine servants have a special ability to absorb other people's luck. The old man sucked the black air from the palm of the player in front of him. For him, every time he chose a divine servant, it was like taking a tonic.
Wen Shi: "You should know that the weak cannot be supplemented."
The old man didn't hear clearly what he was mumbling. The palm lines, which were several times more vigorous than those of ordinary people, turned into invisible threads and went towards the white and smooth palm.
He began to absorb his luck.
Inhale! Inhale until good luck comes!
Without any preparation, the vast black air came like a flood breaking through a dam, overwhelming the enemy.
The old man's eyes widened, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes almost bursting, and he opened his mouth to speak: "You...you..."
The moment my lips moved, my ears started bleeding, but once the luck started, it couldn't be stopped.
The players and the white-robed man behind them couldn't see clearly. They could only see a black tornado centered around Wen Shi and the old man.
A strong wind blew, and a player held onto a pillar to prevent himself from being blown away.
"What's going on?" Players even questioned the background of the dungeon. There were gods and visions, and this was the configuration of the fantasy world.
"Why...why are you so hard..."
The old man finally managed to utter a complete sentence, then died with blood gushing from all his orifices and filled with hatred.
All the black energy in his body was absorbed by Wen Shi.
The tornado stopped, leaving only the dust raised in the temple swirling in the air.
Wen Shi calmly turned around and looked at the crowd of people who were all grinning, especially the man in white robe. He shrugged and asked, "Am I qualified?"
——Everything is unfavorable and it is difficult to have a good ending.
Youxi once personally predicted that he would be doomed to be alone.
A lone star that can be certified by the Supreme Will, let alone in the virtual world, even in the copy, no one is qualified to claim the first place if Wen Shi is second.
After a long while, the man in white robe came back to his senses and said, "Passed."
After getting the answer he wanted, Wen Shi nodded in satisfaction.
The dungeon mechanics under the control of the Death God were quite impressive. It had been a long time since I'd seen such a friendly setup. Looking up at the sky outside, his aura was comparable to the tall, ancient stone pillars outside the temple.
"Remember, I am alone and even God cannot defeat me. My fate is determined by God, not by me!"