Chapter 67 There is only one chance to pass the customs
[Falling into a nightmare, the copy is being generated...]
[It is detected that the current copy has special properties: spider web, fantasy dream]
[After death in this instance, you will not be forced to exit the instance]
[This copy will not be distorted]
[When different people enter this copy, different changes will occur]
[Every time you enter this copy, there will be different changes]
[The difficulty of the dungeon is twisted, and you can enter up to thirty-three times]
[The current purification rate is 1/1]
[This copy has a total of 12 save points, and each death increases the erosion rate by 1%]
[This copy does not provide introduction to the plot, but there are decryption rewards]
[Rewards for clearing the dungeon: any profession below the gold level will increase by 3-5 levels; any profession above the gold level will increase by 1-3 levels]
[Dungeon decryption reward: Element (Revenge) or Element (Poison) or Element (Strict) awakening depth increased by 10%]
[Copy loading completed]
As Annan slowly opened his eyes, he saw twisted and deformed trees like monsters in front of him. The leafless trunks were covered with dark green moss, and the air was filled with the moist smell of spores.
Annan was somewhat worried about what Jiu'er would do to his body - but considering that it was "Ghirlandaio" and not "Annan" who was sleeping outside, there would probably be no problem.
As a handsome and cute boy like me, I have to protect myself when I go out.
"But there are some things that you still have to enter the dungeon yourself to see."
Annan narrowed his eyes slightly.
In other words, players' permissions are different from Annan's.
Otherwise, they should have realized something was wrong from the dungeon introduction.
Don't say anything else.
——Why is the maximum purification level of this copy only [1]?
This means that as long as anyone clears this dungeon once, it will be purified immediately.
And according to Annan's knowledge...only priests who specialize in nightmares can peep into other people's experiences in nightmares.
That is to say, the set of rituals used by Priest Lewis before Annan embarked on the path to transcendence. If the whole set of rituals is fully prepared, one can observe the process of conquering the nightmare from the outside, or initiate attacks on the attackers in the nightmare.
Command, or forcibly cut off the nightmare to rescue people from it to prevent the erosion from being too high.
Of course Annan knew this magic.
But for him, it's really not of much use... because players can directly achieve this effect by using the forum.
Being able to observe (referring to live streaming) and command (referring to barrage), you don’t even need to cut off the nightmare, because Annan can directly clear the erosion. And Annan does have the authority to kick players offline——
From this point of view, players are just like the priests of Annan...
For ordinary people, especially for underground cities without priests, a copy that "can only be cleared once" is almost certainly impossible to decrypt.
The method of checking the durability of a copy is also a magical method.
"In other words, the Sporadic Mill is actually...a man-made nightmare?"
Annan murmured in a low voice and narrowed his eyes slightly.
——This may be the complete meaning of the [Spider Web] characteristic.
After entering the nightmare, you cannot break away, and you will continue to die in the nightmare until you run out of life; but once you break free, it will be broken as lightly as a spider web, leaving no evidence.
Unexpectedly, I had just entered the nightmare and had already touched its secrets before I even started.
In this case, then this nightmare can only be cracked through decryption methods...
"I hope it can be solved once and for all."
The moment Annan's footsteps moved, the girl's childish whisper came to his ears:
"——Bystanders are no different from perpetrators, and both should be despised."
"I'm different from them."
Seeing the side mission of [Enter the Sporadic Mill] appear before his eyes, Annan calmly replied: "I won't just watch."
Although he knew that what he said would not be heard by anyone.
But this sentence is not a communication between the living and the living.
It is the prayer of the living to the dead.
Without hesitation, he turned around and walked back.
——The child guessed at least one thing right.
The secret of the sporulation mill must lie in the "messenger". If you know how to use this reverse thinking, you will already hold the key to victory.
It's just a pity... Si Anqi is sharp enough, but not smart enough.
Si Anke could realize that there was a problem here, but he couldn't guess where the problem was. Otherwise, there would not be a deadlock here - he should have found the problem long ago.
Because the real answer has already been placed in front of him.
"...ha...ha...ha..."
The sound of heavy breathing and the patter of boots on the wet mud reached Annan's ears.
Annan knew that according to the previous strategy process, the courier would definitely fall out of sight. Then the courier would reach out and ask the player to pull him up.
Si Anqi subconsciously believed that the messenger must be killed, so he did not prevent his fall...or perhaps, he did not consider that the messenger's fall could be prevented.
"—Grover."
Annan suddenly spoke and called out the messenger's name before seeing him.
The moment his voice sounded, the messenger's footsteps stopped almost immediately.
"……who is it?"
Messenger Grover asked tentatively.
"It's me, Job."
Annan answered the second name calmly.
These are all the names that "Little Bear" has asked about... As expected, these names must be obtained from some places and can also be used in some places.
——For example, now.
After hearing the name "Job" and confirming that it was his voice, the messenger Grover finally breathed a sigh of relief.
He panted and walked over slowly.
Walking into the light from the shadows, was a dark-skinned man wearing old leather armor with some gray at the temples.
His skin is as dark as marble, his body is thin and somewhat old, and his pupils are burning with light gray light.
But when he came forward, he didn't wait to talk to Annan.
The messenger's expression suddenly solidified.
Because the moment he walked from darkness into light and saw "Job".
That "Job" was holding a flintlock gun in his right hand, pointing vaguely at his head.
"Stop. Don't move, Grover."
Annan said slowly: "I hope you'd better not move... my friend."
"Job's" voice is hoarse and rough, not pleasant to the ear. He should be a middle-aged man over fifty years old, and looks like he is from the same era as Grover, who has slightly white temples.
With the gun pointed at his face, Grover's lips moved slightly, confusion, shock and nervousness flashed across his face.
He quickly realized something.
"...I didn't run away, Job!"
Mr. Messenger argued hard, with a worried expression on his face.
But Annan just looked at him expressionlessly, with a faint smile on his lips.
Soon, the messenger's expression gradually became calmer.
"I'm curious, Job."
Mr. Grover frowned slightly, and the fear on his face still dissipated: "How did you find out?"