[Falling into a nightmare, the copy is being generated...]
[Detected that the current copy has special properties: replay]
[The copy is being regenerated...]
[The difficulty of the dungeon is twisted, and there is no limit to the number of times you can enter]
[The current purification rate is 38/350]
[The current total erosion rate of the team is 8%, the difficulty of the dungeon has increased by 8%, and the probability of nightmare distortion has increased by 8%]
[This copy has a total of 6 save points, and each death increases the erosion rate by 2%]
[This copy does not provide introduction to the plot, but there are decryption rewards]
[Rewards for clearing the dungeon: the first two levels - any self-selected profession below the bronze level (including bronze level) will increase by 1 to 2 levels; the last four levels - any self-selected profession below the silver level (including bronze level) will increase by 1 to 4 levels]
[Copy decryption reward: unknown]
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The world in front of Annan's eyes was pitch black, and data flowed downwards rapidly.
At this moment, he suddenly felt a strong feeling of vomiting in his stomach... This did not seem to be an illusion. At least for Annan, he rarely felt illusions.
After the data flow completely faded away, a vague and illusory whisper suddenly sounded in his ears:
"Don't look back..."
It was the voice of an old man: "Never look back..."
The voice came from behind Annan, very old and weak, but extremely clear.
It's like sticking close behind you and whispering in your ear.
Before Annan opened his eyes, he thought about it and opened his own panel.
In the dungeon, Annan could only see health and erosion, but this was enough...
When Annan came to Japan before, he heard about the overall erosion rate of the team, which made him a little uneasy.
This is a one-person book, could it be...
After Annan opened the panel, two lines of numbers were displayed in front of him:
Health:56%
Erosion degree: 8%
...Sure enough, he has died twice without knowing it.
"I really have no memory at all..."
Annan frowned slightly.
It's a bit troublesome. Death cannot inherit memories... This means that mistakes may be repeated again.
If someone else were here, they might be panicking about this kind of death cycle that they can never escape from.
However, although Annan felt a little troubled, he was not afraid in his heart.
If you want to ask why...
It’s that he knows himself very well. To use a rather strange metaphor, it’s like he is an audience.
His understanding of himself is like the audience's understanding of a certain character in a TV series, movie, or animation. Because he is aware of everything that has happened in the past, but is detached from it, he can understand the reason for his feelings.
And existence, what influence is his decision based on.
Even if he didn't inherit the memory, as long as it was "Annan" who took action in the first two weeks, then he would have the confidence to decipher the information he left for himself——
Annan opened his eyes.
What appeared in front of him was a long, brightly lit gallery. The corridor was wide enough to accommodate ten people walking side by side, and there were no decorations on either side.
There is a crystal-clear chandelier on the ceiling, and the burning candlelight shines through the chandelier, illuminating the entire corridor. Only the open door at the end of the corridor is dim.
He looked down at himself, and could not identify himself from his clothing. He could only roughly determine that the body was male, in his thirties, his hands were clean and without calluses, and his clothes were simple, clean but made of
But it's quite comfortable, and there should be at least no financial pressure.
"Gallery...am I a painter?"
Annan speculated.
There are no hints, no plot introduction.
"Let me think about it..."
He murmured lowly.
Annan noticed that blood was slowly oozing from his abdomen.
Judging from the pain, it was likely that someone had stabbed him with a dagger not long ago. Judging from the location, the possibility of internal organ damage could not be ruled out.
"Ah, I'm injured. I'm bleeding all over the floor."
He said calmly and expressionlessly.
And when he lowered his head to check his injuries, he unexpectedly discovered by observing his own shadow that the firelight in the room was extremely stable.
There is absolutely no disturbing sense of light and shadow caused by the faint vibration of the candlelight as it passes through the airflow.
Annan narrowed his eyes slightly and walked inside without any hurry.
He recalled the strategy given to him by Padre Louis.
Just in case, Padre Louis wrote a lot over and over again. But Annan can basically sum it up in three sentences:
First, don’t focus on any painting, but don’t close your eyes either.
Second, at all forks in the road, go to the side with the paintings.
Third, no matter what happens, never look back.
According to Pastor Lewis, as long as Annan strictly follows the above strategies, he should be able to leave safely.
...then here comes the problem.
Why did Annan die here twice?
"According to my habit, when I download a copy for the first time..."
Annan murmured: "I will definitely follow the strategy completely."
He knew in advance that death in this dungeon would lead to memory loss, so all his actions during the week must be "standard behaviors" that would provide reference for his future self.
The question is...how did he do it the second time?
When did he die both times?
"...It's a bit interesting."
The corners of Annan's mouth raised slightly.
When the crisis came, he clearly felt the joy and excitement deep in his heart.
He didn't look at any painting, just walked forward slowly.
It's not that he doesn't want to walk fast, it's because the wound in his abdomen keeps dragging him down. And when Annan wants to forcefully walk fast, his health will suddenly decline.
"Is there a limit to the movement speed..."
Annan murmured softly.
If he were to design this level...
He will definitely arrange a chase battle, which will force the player character to trot and move. It will suppress the player through the dual fear of rapid health loss and danger behind him.
He narrowed his eyes slightly and walked to the end of the corridor.
Annan controlled the pace of his steps and measured the length with his own steps rather than his eyes.
"...Exactly one hundred meters."
After he pushed open the door at the end of the corridor, he found an L-shaped corner in front of him. At the end of the corner, he turned right.
This short corner is very dark, no lighting can be seen, and it is very narrow, with a width of less than three meters and a short length.
But there was a dim light at the end of the corner, which seemed to attract Annan to pass quickly.
Everything here is very dark, Annan can only confirm that there are still many picture frames hanging on both sides. Almost every picture is a portrait.
He glanced around with his peripheral vision and was sure that the people in the frames were all looking at him.
"This time it's twenty meters."
He muttered quietly.
When Annan walked through the first corner, he still didn't find anything special. On the other side of the corner, there was a narrow space of less than ten meters. There was a collection display cabinet on the left, and on the right
On the side is a clothes hanger.
But there was nothing in the display cabinet or on the hangers. Everything was empty... as if it had been rolled over by a player.
There is a door at the end of this narrow space. The door is brown and red and looks a little shabby, but other than that there is nothing special about it.
Annan smiled slightly and opened the door calmly.
Then, he saw the familiar, long and brightly lit gallery.
It was as if he was back to square one.
"...Ha. Hahahaha!"
But looking at this weird and horrifying scene, Annan couldn't help laughing.
After he finished laughing, he walked into the gallery with a smile on his face and closed the door behind him.