As the first chosen person to challenge this script, no one has confidence that they can get out of this city alive.
Including Shi Ran.
And the condition for perfect clearance is to kill "it"!
After watching the live broadcast of Rules and Ghost Talk in the past few years, they are very familiar with "it", which is the final big boss of each copy.
Many times, even after clearing the level, "it" is not killed, resulting in the possibility that people behind will enter the script again.
The power of "it" is simply not comparable to that of humans, right?
The condition for an excellent pass is to find out the truth and escape from the deserted city.
No one can think of what they are going to do to uncover the truth behind it in a deserted city without any NPC. Should they talk directly to "it"?
I'm afraid the day they learn the truth will be the day they die.
The condition for ordinary clearance is to survive in the deserted city for one month, which is thirty days.
Whether according to the calendar on Blue Star or according to the calendar here, it is thirty days. She still knew it based on the memory of the first two rounds of dungeons.
This place is so desolate, with no shelter and no idea if there is food. How can they survive for a month?
Moreover, the terrifying sound of insects outside continued, and the sound was so loud that it was harsh.
Everyone involuntarily narrowed the circle and picked up weapons, such as rocks, to defend themselves.
Everyone remained quiet, staring nervously at the school entrance.
In the air, apart from the harsh chirping of insects, there was only the sound of the chosen ones trying to slow down their breathing.
"fUCk!" a voice suddenly cursed in a low voice.
Shi Ran could tell that this was the language of the beautiful country.
She looked in the direction where the sound came from. Through the starlight, she could vaguely see a young man with blond hair and blue eyes. He looked about eighteen or nineteen years old, wearing a hooded sweatshirt and sweatpants.
The young man looked at the door where the buzzing of insects came from in fear, and cursed in a low voice.
Judging from the appearance and the language he used, this young man should be from the other side of the ocean. It is still unclear which country he is from.
Shi Ran withdrew his gaze, tightened his fingers on the steel pipe, raised his head, took a deep breath slowly, relaxed his shoulders, strengthened his toes, and stared at the door vigilantly to prevent any monsters from rushing in.
"Squeak buzz!!!"
"Cack, click, click!!!!"
"..."
The ugly insect chirping was extremely harsh, getting louder and louder, hitting everyone's eardrums in a messy and sharp manner.
Shi Ran felt that among the chosen ones, many eyes passed over her from time to time.
Do these chosen ones all know themselves? Shi Ran was confused.
Thinking about it again, I have already cleared two dungeons in a row, so it seems normal to have some popularity.
After all, many of the chosen ones passed the first dungeon, but failed in the second dungeon.
The fact that she was able to get through the second dungeon may be due to luck. After all, the previous dungeon was relatively simple and she didn't encounter too many incidents that threatened her life.
Shi Ran let go of his right hand and touched his nose modestly.
As soon as she let go of the rusty steel pipe in her hand, she felt itchy in her palms.
She opened her palms and looked at them. There were some red rust stains. Maybe these rust stains had irritated her skin. Fortunately, there were no rust stains on her fingertips. They were so white under the moonlight that they probably didn't rub onto her face.
With such outstanding achievements as clearing two dungeons, she could already imagine that both the country and the people should have high hopes for her.
Therefore, many people should be paying attention to her every move. Now that she is a public figure, she has to pay attention to her image.
Her mother should always stay in front of the TV and watch her, hoping that she will rest on time and not break her body.
"WhO the hell brOke the dOOr?"
The bugs in the grass did not attack for a long time, but only made loud noises, as if putting psychological pressure on everyone.
And the young man who just cursed in a low voice asked again.
Shi Ran couldn't hear clearly. There were some differences between the spoken language and the pronunciation taught by the teacher in the books, and she couldn't understand what he was saying.
But she knew that they needed to stay quiet now. No matter what he wanted to say, even if he wanted to express his admiration for himself, it was better to stay quiet and vigilant when confronting a group of unknown creatures.
She turned back to the blond and blue-eyed young man who made the noise and said, "qUiet!"
Her tone was stern, but she could only pronounce one word from their side. She happened to remember this word, which was translated into the language of the Dragon Kingdom, called quiet.
The young man blushed, gritted his teeth, frowned, lowered his head, and said no more.
Shi Ran turned back, preparing to continue confronting the dangerous creatures hiding in the grass and making harsh insect sounds.
After a while, there was no movement except for the chirping of insects.
Everyone began to relax.
They gradually lowered their guard, but still held their weapons in their hands.
Shi Ran listened to the "buzzing" sounds of the Chosen Ones on the right rear. They had already started talking.
Shi Ran looked over and saw that they were all blond and blue-eyed, and there was also an Asian with black hair and yellow skin. They communicated in the beautiful language.
There were more than a dozen of them gathered around, and no one else could understand what they were saying.
"Any previOUS COpieS Still Survive?"
"i am."
"Me tOO."
"..."
"lt,SeemS like the SUrvival rate Of the previOUS COpy WaS qUite high,AS fOr the CUrrent SitUatiOn,dOeS anyOne have any ideas? "
"Can SOmeOne tell me Where the rUleS Of thiS COpy are lOCated?"
Shi Ran picked her ears, and the sound of insects outside became louder and louder, and she smelled a hint of danger.
But these people talking didn't seem to feel it at all.
Amidst the noisy conversation, the blond and blue-eyed young man popped his head and said tremblingly:
"Can We fiX that dOOr Or mOve intO One Of theSe ClaSSrOOmS?"
He didn't know why, but he always felt like he was being targeted by something from the moment he arrived here. He always felt a chill down his spine.
So he hid in the center of the crowd. Even if something wanted to attack them, there would be several circles of people outside as a shield.
