Chapter 67 There Is only One Chance to Pass the Customs

[Falling into a nightmare, the copy is being generated...]

[Detected that the current copy has special properties: spider web, fantasy]

[After death in this dungeon, the dungeon will not be forced to quit]

[This copy will not be distorted]

[When different people enter this dungeon, different changes will occur]

【Every time you enter this dungeon, there will be different changes】

[The difficulty of the copy is twisted, and you can enter up to 33 times]

[Current purification rate is 1/1]

[There are 12 save points in this dungeon, each death increases by 1% erosion]

[This copy does not provide the introduction of the plot, but there are decryption rewards]

[Dungeon Clearance Reward: Any profession below the gold rank will increase by 3-5 levels; any profession above the gold rank will increase by 1-3 levels]

[Dungeon decryption reward: Element (Vengeance) or Element (Poison) or Element (Strict) Awakening Depth increases by 10%]

[Dungeon loading completed]

As Annan slowly opened his eyes, in front of him was a tree that was twisted and deformed like a monster. The leafless trunks were covered with dark green moss, and the air was filled with the damp smell of spores.

Annan was somewhat worried about what Jiu'er would do to his body - but considering that it was "Ghirlandaio" who slept outside instead of "Annan", it probably wouldn't be a problem.

A handsome and cute boy like me, I have to protect myself when I go out.

"However, there are some things that you can only see if you enter a copy yourself."

Annan narrowed his eyes slightly.

That is, the authority of the players is different from that of Annan.

Otherwise, they should have been introduced here long ago from the copy, and they realized that something was wrong.

Don't say anything else.

——Why is this dungeon, the maximum purification degree is only [1]?

this means,

As long as anyone clears this dungeon once, it will be purified immediately.

And as far as Annan knows... Only clerics who specialize in nightmare abilities can spy on other people's experiences in nightmares.

That is to say, when Annan had not yet set foot on the path of transcendence, the ritual used by priest Louis—if the whole set of rituals was fully prepared, the process of conquering the nightmare could be observed from the outside world, or the attacker in the nightmare could be launched. Command, or forcibly cut off the nightmare to save people from it to avoid the erosion too high.

Of course Annan knew this magic.

It's just that for him, it's really not very useful... Because players can use the forum to achieve such an effect directly.

Be able to observe (referring to live broadcast), be able to command (referring to barrage), and even do not have to cut off Nightmare, because Annan can directly clear the erosion degree. And Annan does have the authority to kick players off the assembly line——

From this point of view, the player is like Annan's cleric...

For ordinary people, especially for underground cities without priests, a copy that "can only be cleared once" is almost certainly impossible to decrypt.

And the means of checking the durability of the dungeon is also a magic technique.

"In other words, the Sporophyte Mill is... a man-made nightmare?"

Annan murmured in a low voice, narrowing his eyes slightly.

——This may be the full meaning of the [Cobweb] feature.

After entering the nightmare, it cannot break free, and will continue to die in the nightmare until it runs out of life; but once it breaks free, it will be broken like a spider web, leaving no evidence.

I didn't expect that I had just entered the nightmare and had already touched its secrets before leaving.

That being the case, then this nightmare can only be cracked by decryption...

"Hopefully it can be resolved once and for all."

Just as Annan's footsteps moved, the young girl's soft voice came from his ear:

"—bystanders are no different from perpetrators, and they should all be cast aside."

"I'm not like them."

Seeing the side quest of [Entering the Spore Mill] appearing in front of him, Annan replied calmly, "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 his head and walked back.

- The child guessed at least a little right.

The secret of the spore mill must lie in the "messenger". Knowing how to use this reverse thinking has already held the key to victory.

It's just a pity... the four dark carvings are sharp enough, but not smart enough.

Si An moment can realize that there is a problem here, but can't guess where the problem is. Otherwise there wouldn't be a deadlock here - he should have found the problem long ago.

Because the real answer was already in front of him.

"...Ha...ha...ha..."

The sound of heavy breathing and the clattering of his boots stepping into the wet mud came to Annan's ears.

Annan knew that according to the previous strategy process, the messenger would definitely fall out of sight. The courier will then reach out and ask the player to pull him up.

Si Anke subconsciously believed that the messenger must be killed. So he didn't stop his fall... Or, he didn't consider that the messenger's fall could be stopped.

"—Grover."

Annan spoke suddenly, calling out the courier's name before he saw the courier.

The instant his voice sounded, the footsteps of the messenger stopped almost immediately.

"……who is it?"

Messenger Grover asked tentatively.

"It's me, Job."

Annan calmly answered the second name.

These are the names that "Little Bear" has asked about... Unexpectedly, these names must be obtained and used in certain places.

- For example, now.

Hearing the name of "Job" and confirming that it was his voice, the messenger Grover finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He gasped and walked over slowly.

Walking from the shadows into the light, a dark-skinned man in worn leather armor with grayish sideburns.

His skin was as dark as marble, and he was thin and somewhat old. The pupils were glowing with a light gray light.

But when he stepped forward, he didn't wait for him to speak to Annan.

The messenger's expression suddenly froze.

Because when he walked from the darkness into the light, he saw the moment of "Job".

The "Job" was holding a flintlock gun in his right hand, and was pointing at his head.

"Stop. Don't move, Grover."

Annan said slowly: "I hope you'd better not move...my friend."

"Job"'s voice was hoarse and rough, not pleasant. He should be a middle-aged man over fifty years old, and he seems to be of the same age as Grover, whose temples are slightly white.

With the gun pointed at his face, Grover's lips moved slightly, and doubt, consternation 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 blankly, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

Soon, the messenger's expression gradually calmed down.

"I'm curious, Job."

Mr. Grover frowned slightly, and the fear on his face still dissipated: "How did you find out?"