Various colorful brushstrokes spread across the wall, like flowing fire.
Su Ming'an approached. It was a room with a little light. Dark red handwriting was printed on the wall like blood, like the goals written on the big newspaper when students participated in a coming-of-age ceremony.
"What, what is this, brother? Why is there such a thing in the dungeon..." Mo Yan poked his head behind him, as if he had never seen such a wall before.
Su Mingan put his hand on the wall. Nothing happened, and there were no clues. It seemed like it was just an ordinary wall.
He looked to the side and saw no other doors, as if the corridor had ended here.
"This dungeon is so small." Mo Yan said, "It only took a while when I walked out of the door. It's over now. I don't think it should be as big as two corridors..."
"Of course there are more." Su Ming'an retracted his hand: "Maybe it's just that the range of night movements is restricted - or there are other roads in the doors on both sides of the corridor that we ignored. But we didn't look at them one by one."
"Then, big brother, let's look back...?"
Mo Yan turned around and wanted to go back, but suddenly saw a very bright light in his field of vision.
He turned on his night vision and saw that everything had a faint light, but this light was like a spark in the dark night, too obvious.
He thought for a while before finally confirming what it was.
Cold sweat instantly climbed up his spine, and his whole body was trembling. He immediately subconsciously wanted to retreat: "Brother, um, that damn thing seems to be back!"
...There are no cabinets here!
Previously, he was safe in the corridor on the second floor because of the cabinets. But now he is deep into this wall, and there is not a cabinet next to it. He has no place to hide even if he wants to!
He turned his head hurriedly, wanting to remind his elder brother, but saw that his elder brother had already taken out a weapon.
It was a long sword with a mirror-like reflection on the sword. When he looked over, a layer of black light suddenly attached to the sword.
The pitch black area gave me a sense of danger.
The eldest brother looked very calm. He held the hilt of the sword with both hands and raised the sword. The black light flowed slightly with his movements, as if it was alive.
"Brother, do you want to... toughen that thing?"
Mo Yan was startled.
He knew that the eldest brother was most likely a boss-level figure, but fighting something that looked wrong... wasn't the right way to deal with it, right?
He had only taken a close look at the light on the second floor, and his sanity fluctuated like crazy.
"Wait here." Su Ming'an has already switched to the bright state. After the annihilation is attached to the sword, it will stay for 90 seconds, which is enough for him to end a battle.
He doesn't have to choose to fight. If there is spatial displacement, there is no problem in escaping. Although Mo Yan behind him would most likely not be able to run away, he didn't feel guilty at all.
In many horror games, "ghosts" cannot be killed. Players can only choose to hide or run away when facing it, and it is impossible to turn around and fight back.
However, it’s okay to choose to fight.
Some things can only be known after trying them. Even if you know that you are in danger, maybe the upper limit is not completely locked... What if the opponent is a killable object?
Su Mingan rushed out.
"Brother, why do your weapons look so much like Arman..."
A confused voice came from behind.
Su Mingan ignored it.
At this time, the only thing left in the center of his field of vision was the light that looked a little burning at the moment.
The light seemed to have noticed him, and the small point began to gradually enlarge, and the two were approaching each other.
And the moment Su Mingan's eyes were fixed on the light, the orange value in the upper left corner began to fluctuate violently.
From 70, it dropped to 65 in an instant, and then rose again in an instant. The value jumped repeatedly, which was extremely unstable.
【...Why should we face reality? 】
He suddenly heard a faint whisper in his ear, as if someone was approaching him and blowing on him. The voice was soft and neutral.
His hand was raised in an instant, and the sword blade was raised high, drawing a stream of dark light.
The next moment, space fluctuations enveloped the whole body.
The position changed in an instant, and he appeared behind the light.
Although there was darkness all around, the light was bright, and he could see the floor that was gradually illuminated by the light... and the emptiness around the light.
He originally thought that the light was controlled by something, or that something was holding the light. And this thing is his target.
But now when he looked closer, there was nothing there. He couldn't even find the target.
This light seemed to be floating in the air by itself, like a firefly, and there was no one controlling it.
The arrow is on the string and must be fired.
Although he couldn't find a specific target to attack, Su Mingan still swung his sword - toward the extremely bright light.
The sword blade passed through the air without any hindrance as it passed through the lights. He saw [HP-92] jumping in front of him! 】 prompts, relieved.
...As long as there is a health bar, that's fine.
That means the other party is "object that can be attacked."
The extremely dark black light collided between them, cutting the light suddenly like jelly. He saw the light dispersed in half in front of him, and then heard an extremely clear system prompt:
[Immediate death resistance takes effect. 】
The light has completely enveloped him.
When the last shadow on his body disappeared, he heard a vague murmur.
The words were unclear, and the specific meaning was unknown. But when he raised his head and looked at the slowly extinguishing light, he saw a blood-red figure at the end of the corridor that was incompatible with the darkness.
The dance skirt is blood red and shimmering. Standing there, it looked like flowing blood.
A long shadow was pulled out behind "her", twisting strangely at this time, completely covering the walls on both sides.
【...Why should we face reality? 】
He heard the sound again.
[Aren’t you the one they sent to enslave us? 】
[Aren’t you their unique masterpiece? 】
【...You are so despicable, so low, so surrendered to reality, so "healthy". 】
[——Why come back? 】
"..."
Su Mingan looked at the blood-red figure.
He heard a series of sad voices, like accusations, like sighs, like complaining about him, but also like envying him.
He heard the system prompt:
[Kill "Dongxue", Exp+0! 】
The next moment, the light magnified.
He held the sword and saw that the sanity value, which had dropped to 50, rose to 70 in an instant.
…
He opened his eyes.
He sat up suddenly and held out his hand.
The blazing white light hit his eyes, the light was too dazzling, and the stinging pain caused tears to appear in the corners of his eyes.
In the darkened vision, the Sword of Arman originally held in his hand had disappeared, and he saw a pair of hands full of scars.
There are tiny pinholes on the back of the hand.
The blue and white hospital gown was worn loosely on his body, and there was a constant pain in his thigh.
...Back to file again?
He raised his head, the time on the clock was pointing to one o'clock, the wooden door was closed, and there was an unopened notebook on the table.
...although I don’t know what’s going on.
But this death actually had no sequelae, no pain at all, just like it went back to normal as soon as the eyes were closed and opened.
It clearly showed that instant death resistance was also in effect... Even the prompt to kill the opponent sounded, but he still died.
He was so dead that he didn't even know the cause of death.
Su Mingan frowned, but still stood up from the bed.
...This week, it’s a quick victory.
He crossed his legs, reached the table, and then quickly moved up.
The room was so small that he could reach the table without getting out of bed.
Without touching the floor, without making any sound, he sat on the table and opened the notebook.
It is still the familiar title page and familiar words.
However, after closing the notebook, nothing happened.
...There are no clues classified into clue column prompts, not even investigation prompts.
He seemed to have thought of something.
He raised his eyelids and moved his gaze to the san value in the upper left corner.
70 points.
His hands were shaking a little.
A possibility occurred to him.
He immediately shifted his gaze and looked at the barrage in the upper right corner.
【What's going on? Brother Ming'an, why are you reading the notebook again? 】
[You may think that even if you restart it, you will find new clues if you watch it again. 】
[Unexpectedly, this dungeon is actually a weekly system...if the conditions are triggered, the entire dungeon will be restarted...]
[It resets after extinguishing the light. I didn’t expect this. 】
[So from this point of view, does it mean that the time when all players end the copy will be inconsistent? 】
[Probably... But this has reduced the difficulty of clearing the level, and I can actually do it again... I can do it, too! 】
Su Mingan stabilized her trembling hands and slowly put down the notebook, keeping her mood calm.
...It turns out that he was not dead before.
This time, it wasn't him who turned back.
Instead, the entire copy is reset together.
This may be the special condition of this dungeon. When a player triggers a certain mechanism, the entire dungeon is completely reversed, and all players return to the initial moment in an instant.
However, time is flowing normally. Clues already obtained will not be triggered again.
To confirm, he clicked on the clue bar.
Sure enough, the four clues that had been obtained before were quietly placed inside.
If it is a death rollback, there will be no one in it.
In the system time, it is also displayed at 2:05 am on the 30th of the month.
Although the player was teleported at 12 noon on the 29th, there will be a discrepancy between the opening time of the dungeon and the transmission time. The official opening time of this dungeon was at 12:00 on the 30th of the month, when he opened his eyes for the first time.
Now, more than an hour has passed in the system time, which proves that the reset of his copy is a mechanical problem, not a reset of the timeline of the entire world game.
...Fortunately he found it early.
If he hadn't realized that this was a dungeon mechanism and not because of his death rollback, he would probably be noticed by others when he met Mo Yan again.
He opened the temporary inventory.
Although the clues exist, the temporary props have definitely returned to their original point. He dragged the notebook in, opened the closet and dragged the white coat in, and then suddenly heard a knock on the door.
Urgent, fast, like a drumbeat. The person outside the door seemed anxious.
Sure enough, the voice from outside the door came next:
"Brother, big brother... open the door quickly..."
"Click".
Su Mingan opened the door and saw Mo Yan getting in. The floor under his feet made an extremely harsh sound.
"Brother, what on earth did you do? You actually reset the entire dungeon... But this is strange. I didn't expect that there is such a mechanism. If it is triggered, everything will start again..." Mo Yan spoke like he was pouring beans. , suddenly, he was stunned.
"Then that light is not dead yet..."
Su Mingan raised his eyelids.
Outside the door, deep in the corridor, a flickering light slowly appeared, unhurriedly, just like before.
He quickly closed the door.
"Brother, what on earth is that? It's so scary..." Mo Yan said from behind.
"Stop talking." Su Mingan immediately told him to shut up and held his shoulders to prevent him from moving.
Judging from [Don't let them hear], this kind of thing is particularly sensitive to sound, whether it is human voice or floor sound.
Mo Yan seemed to realize this, and nodded desperately to indicate that he understood.
At this moment, the system prompt appeared on the interface as if it was late:
[You have killed the key np of the dungeon "Dongxue". 】
["Dongxue" is a character with a special mechanism. Once he dies, the instance will be restarted. 】
[Dungeon restart mechanism: clues are retained, temporary props are returned to the original point, all processes return to the first day, and dead NPCs are resurrected. 】
[Please note: The dungeon process lasts for five days. Players must complete the five-day process before they can pass the level. The maximum duration of a copy is fifteen days. If there are too many restarts and the total duration exceeds fifteen days, all tasks will fail by default. 】
…
The meaning of this system prompt is that the copy cannot be restarted too many times, at least the total clearance time cannot exceed fifteen days.
However, there should be no problem. The restart just now only allowed more than an hour to pass.
Su Mingan suddenly remembered his mission target as the leader, "Yang Xia". He needs to protect the safety of this NPC named "Yang Xia".
"Yang Xia", "Winter Snow".
...Maybe there is some connection between these two NPCs.
The tasks of the person in power are generally linked to the truest ending of a perfect level, and the NPCs involved are the most critical characters in the plot of the entire instance.
Jasmine in the fourth world, Hui Shuhang in the fifth world.
If the fourth world's mission was not to "expose Jasmine's sins", he might not have approached this inconspicuous girl in the first place. If the fifth world's mission was not to protect Hui Shuhang, he might have accepted the HE ending far away from the central square, and would not have chosen to go back to accept the adult ceremony, and then see the truth hidden under the sacrifice.
The mission of the person in power is like a guiding tool, allowing him to complete the most difficult and realistic ending. He must find the hidden route buried at the bottom of the dungeon plot.
Perhaps, this Yangxia is the same.
Just as he was thinking, Mo Yan next to him suddenly poked him.
"Brother." Mo Yan glanced outside: "Listen, is there a sound outside?"
Su Mingan suddenly noticed.
The originally quiet outdoor area suddenly heard bursts of footsteps and sounds of fighting.
"Is... someone fighting that light?" Mo Yan said in a low voice.
Su Mingan opened the door without any hesitation.
"Brother, brother, you are too reckless. Why did you open the door suddenly..."
Su Mingan ignored Mo Yan and looked out the door.
Outside the door, the light was very close to them.
Opposite the light, stood a girl with loose black hair.
The door behind her was already open.
She was wearing a hospital gown and was apparently one of the twenty players.
Her hands glowed with blood, like a brand on them.
