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007: twelve midnight (5)

"Well, look, isn't that what it is?"

The two of them followed the property manager's guidance and looked out the glass window——

In the dark night, among the countless crowds of darkness, only one building stood out from the crowd.

——Bringing light and making people yearn for it.

Do you still remember the tips given by the previous game?

"Please note that all players must arrive at Building 13 at midnight. Violators will be responsible for the consequences."

It turns out that the so-called ‘must arrive at the thirteenth floor at twelve o’clock in the evening’ is actually like this...

At the same time, their respective task schedules quietly changed.

[Main line progress: 0%→13%/100%]



An'an couldn't stop her feet from shaking and fell to the ground, followed by her backpack.

The property manager's expression was even weirder, and he could vaguely see excitement.

The greedy and longing eyes in the dark stared at An An's exposed skin, swallowing saliva constantly.

The voice was really not concealed at all. An An tightly grabbed the corner of Cheng Xiao's clothes and stood up with trembling legs.

I keep telling myself in my heart that the first day of the E-level dungeon is recognized as a safe period, day and night, and nothing will happen.

Yes! It will be okay!

The long-overdue game sounds finally appear:

[Congratulations to player An An/Cheng Xiao for obtaining the key clue of ‘Legends from the Old Days’. As you actively explore the dungeon, all your gains will be doubled when the rewards are finally settled]

This was a notification sound that only the two of them could hear. An An was a little confused by the news at first, but then she became ecstatic——

Double the reward, one copy is worth two, it is definitely a profit!

An An glanced at Cheng Xiao, a hint of calculation flashed in his eyes, but quickly averted his gaze.

——This person is useful for the time being, but it’s too early to do this now...



At the same time, Yun Zhi is here.

After returning to bed, Yunzhi put his glasses back on, thinking about looking at the mission again.

But when Yunzhi saw that the progress of the main mission had been pushed forward, he paused for a moment and then turned off the projection.

Yunzhi put his fingertips on the bedside table and kept tapping "ta, da, da". After thinking for a while, he took back his hand, packed his backpack, and put it under the table.

Then he moved his body, gnawed on the compressed biscuits he took out of his bag, and drank it with mineral water.

Yunzhi opened the door and walked out, thinking about asking some questions from the people in this building first.

But along the way, I didn't find even a single person.

At this time, Yunzhi noticed something was wrong and looked out the window——

The dark world suddenly came here, and a faint scream of sadness could be heard.

Suddenly, an extremely strange face pressed against the glass in front of her——

‘He’ has two pairs of eyes, which are not evenly distributed on his face.

His pupils as big as rice grains made his whole person look creepy, and he even had a pair of twisted horns on his head, and he kept staring at her.

Yunzhi's footsteps slowly stopped and he looked at 'him' on the other side through the glass.

The super attribute was also activated silently, but Yunzhi found that he could not harvest any of the opponent's abilities.

When she stopped, a silent sadness arose in her heart, mixed with overwhelming grievances.

Yunzhi was stunned——

She actually sympathized with 'him'!



El Salvador was a wandering poet in the nineteenth century. After the first industrial revolution, a wave of new ideas also followed.

At that time, he believed that he had accepted new ideas and believed that the existence of "God" was just a kind of spiritual sustenance for people, a kind of nihilistic existence. He even despised some people's strong desire to become "gods".

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But one ordinary morning, he came across a clueless poem from a crazy beggar, and since then he has been frantically collecting everything related to 'gods'.

Until the end, he only left a few words to future generations——

"When a person can understand the world of mental illness, he is actually not far from madness."

"In other words, if you want to become a god, you must first learn to empathize with him or them."


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