He felt a strange chill seep into his blood...and felt an inexplicable sense of comfort.
...four seconds, five seconds...twelve seconds, thirteen seconds.
Finally, Annan's vision began to blur.
His surroundings gradually became quiet and dark, and a prompt appeared in front of him:
[Unpurified Nightmare Fragments Detected]
[Level requirement: Bronze level or above]
[Professional requirements: Wizard]
[Special needs: Have killed someone]
[If the requirements are met, you will fall into a nightmare in ten seconds, ten, nine...]
Suddenly, Annan felt that his consciousness began to fall rapidly.
He didn't know how long he had been falling until at a certain moment, he suddenly woke up.
But before his eyes was darkness, only the flow of data flashed by quickly:
[Falling into a nightmare, the copy is being generated...]
[The difficulty of the dungeon is Hard, and you can enter it up to ten times]
[The current purification rate is 1/10]
[The total erosion rate of the team is 8%, the difficulty of the dungeon increases by 8%, and the probability of nightmare distortion increases by 8%]
[There is no save point in this copy. Each death will increase the erosion rate by 5%. You will be forced to exit the copy after one death.]
[This copy provides introduction to the plot and has decryption rewards]
[Reward for clearing the dungeon: Occupation (Wizard) increases by 1 level]
[50% reward for decrypting the copy: get a random soul-stealing school spell (must be equipped)]
[Loading completed]
After the words "Loading completed" gradually faded away, Gerald's sigh sounded in Annan's ears:
"Doubt everything..."
He seemed to be standing next to Annan, staring ahead and lamenting in a low voice: "Don't trust anyone."
As his voice fell, the surrounding darkness was torn apart by the cold wind in an instant.
He immediately realized that he was in the midst of frost and snow.
The sky was leaden gray, and a blizzard was coming.
Even the extremely dazzling sun in the sky is a little lighter here.
And he was wearing heavy non-slip boots, holding a long stick in his right hand, and wearing a woolen hat on his head.
His boots were stuck deep in the snow, and his face and hands were numb from the cold. Even though he was wearing very thick clothes, Annan couldn't help but shiver.
"……a little cold."
If you continue to stand here, you might freeze to death.
I have to find a place to take shelter from the wind and snow.
Annan realized this very clearly.
He looked back and found that his footprints came from a distance beyond his sight. The farthest footprints were almost covered by the wind and snow. This meant that he had just walked over there... The snow had been falling for a long time.
It's been a while.
It's impossible to go back.
We can only keep going forward.
Annan thought of this and checked the things on his body.
——The result is surprisingly few.
He wears Gerald's silver ring on his left hand. In his backpack is a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, a silver pocket watch that can be used as a mirror. And...
A small white hammer?
"this is not--"
...Skeleton Man's bone and blood trigger?
Annan was slightly startled, but not too surprised.
He remembered that Salvatore said that the theft of this cursed weapon should have happened not long ago, about four or five years ago. At least it was three years after Gerald advanced to silver, so it must not have happened.
It will be too long.
Annan checked it and found that the bone hammer had been filled with six teeth. It was very well prepared for battle.
But on the contrary, he came to such a cold place, but he did not carry a backpack with any luggage. He did not have a change of clothes, nor did he bring any food or water.
It was as if he knew from the very beginning... that he wouldn't be out there for long.
Anyway, let’s confirm your identity first.
Annan thought this way and shone his face with the smooth pocket watch base.
Reflected in the silver face was a young man with a gentle smile and an ordinary appearance. His brown curly hair was covered with falling snow, and his dark blue pupils were unusually calm.
"It's really you."
Annan murmured softly.
The body he is using now is that man... David Gerald.
The dark wizard wanted by the Black Tower in the Zeland.
The next moment, the introduction plot of this copy appeared before his eyes:
[After being expelled from the Black Tower in the Zeland, David Gerald was homeless and had nowhere to go. 】
[If he were a wizard from the Transformation School, then he could at least find a job. But unfortunately...as a wizard from the Soul-stealing School, no noble would believe him, and no one would be willing to hire him.]
[At least until he advances to gold, this situation will not improve. 】
【Not long ago, Mr. Gerald inquired about something.】
[The master of Howling White Tower, the golden-level great wizard "Eye of Delay" Michelangelo, decided to recruit the successor of Howling White Tower from the silver-level wizards all over the world——]
【——No age limit.】
【——No gender limit.】
【——Regardless of origin.】
[The only requirement is that there are no teachers, classmates or apprentices. 】
[Among the eight schools of soul-stealing, edict, prophet, transformation, incapacity, destruction, shaping, and idol, among the applicants of each school, the most outstanding one who meets the conditions will be sent by Master Michelangelo
An "invitation letter" summons people to the Cold Wind White Tower to hold a secret ceremony to determine the final successor.】
[Gerald signed up symbolically. But he never expected... that he would actually be selected.]
[The next moment he opened the invitation, he was teleported to the snowfield near the White Tower of the Cold Wind. Fortunately, he was prepared, put on heavy clothes in advance, and took the trekking pole, although it looked a little
Funny, but not embarrassing.]
[But correspondingly, except for the cursed item "Skeleton Lord's Bone and Blood Trigger", he did not carry any weapons or cursed items. 】
【And you will come here on his behalf to complete this ritual.】
[You can use this spell to hit anyone's bones to inflict "heart paralysis", "forgotten secret words", "I'm not here", "no words", "claustrophobia",
Any one of the six spells of "Book Page Lock Body". Each spell can only be used once in this copy, and if the difference in strength is too large, the effect may be exempted.】
[You need to temporarily bear the curse of the dark wizard Gerald: "Declaration of Breaking"]
[Before launching an attack against others, you must give a warning three to ten seconds in advance and reveal the target of the attack. The closer to ten seconds, the more powerful it will be, but if you do not follow the agreement to attack within ten seconds, the state will be reset]
[In this copy, only soul-stealing school spells below the Silver level can be used; your mana pool ratio is temporarily regarded as 15/34 (distortion is more than twice the order)]
[At sunrise, you can restore all the power of order]
[At sunset, you can restore all distortion power]
[Warning: When the mana pool ratio is reversed to above 2:1, you will enter a state of out-of-control (crazy) and lose 20% of your maximum health every second]
After these words dissipated, a line of words appeared in front of Annan's eyes again:
[Main Mission: Survive]
Immediately, a large number of small words appeared under this line of words again: