Immortal I Speedrun Supernatural Game

Chapter 238: Do good deeds without worrying about the future

[Spiritual Disaster Square]

A tent that was clearly placed in a downtown area, but no one looked at its location.

Sitting among them was a witch whose graceful figure could be felt even in her purple robe. The big witch hat on her head swayed from time to time, making her look quite spiritual.

Lying on the sofa in front of her was a scholar in white clothes.

Judging from his appearance, he looks to be in his thirties.

Just when the witch was bored and playing with the crystal ball, she was planning to spy on others.

The witch hat on her head spoke.

"I'm back! I'm back!"

"Welcome the Dragon King back to the Heavenly Palace..."

That's right! It was the hat that opened the mouth! Not the witch herself.

This witch hat is exactly like the Sorting Hat in "Harry Potter". From the wrinkles in the middle of the hat, you can barely see the outline of a pair of eyes and the shape of a mouth.

Snapped--

She slapped the hat on the mouth without any hesitation.

She said angrily, "What are you looking at all day long? God damn it! This is my fortune-telling room."

"Didn't I tell you to read Harry Potter and yell 'Ten points to Gryffindor' when something good happens?"

The witch hat pouted in grievance.

No one dared to say anything more.

At this moment, the scholar in white on the sofa slowly opened his eyes.

He raised an eyebrow and said, "Isn't the Dragon King the one from the Abnormal Affairs Bureau? Why did he give me that nickname?"

The witch rolled her eyes and said, "Ignore it. This damn hat has been talking nonsense lately."

Then he looked at the scholar in white and asked curiously, "How was it? Did you get through this time? Lobby Manager."

Scholar in white: “…”

After all this time, your hat has been calling people nicknames all the time. He must have learned it from you.

But he still nodded: "Yes, it's connected. This time it's [Liyuan Anecdotes]."

However, the witch looked up and down at the other person's expression.

It seems that there is not the same joy as before when I cleared the nightmare-level copy.

I couldn't help but ask: "Why do you seem to be in a bad mood? Are you cursed? I didn't check it."

In response to this, the scholar in white sighed.

He took out the [Bawang Paper Figure] from his backpack and started playing with it, saying helplessly, "It works, but the MVP is someone else."

After hearing this, the witch became even more curious.

He snatched the paper-cut from the other person's hand.

He jokingly said, "Whew! Even though your paper figurine can only retain a small portion of your memories and a few junk items when entering the dungeon, someone actually managed to steal the credit from Manager Qin of our [Continental Hotel]. Who is this person?"

Hearing the witch's teasing, the scholar did not show any anger.

Instead, he looked contemplative.

"You might not believe this, but he's a level 10 player."

Witch: “?”

No, buddy, do you want to listen to what you are saying?
You entered a nightmare-level dungeon.

Is a level 10 player the key to the strategy?

Seeing her surprised expression, the scholar also had a complicated expression: "Not only that, I suspect he also saw through that the me who entered the copy was not my real self."

"That's impossible!" the witch immediately denied. "Your paper figurine has a cognitive impairment I personally inflicted on it. Someone who can see through it at a glance... well, wait... it's not impossible..."

When she said this, the witch suddenly thought of something that had happened not long ago.

There was indeed someone who saw through her cognitive impairment seal at a glance.

But that guy is not level ten.

"Forget it. Having players like this helping us clear nightmare-level dungeons is good news. There's no need for us to delve into their privacy."

"Hopefully, we can clear a few more nightmare-level dungeons before the public beta launches."

The scholar rubbed his temple and sighed.

Just as the witch said just now.

He is the real manager behind the Continental Hotel and is also recognized as the second strongest spiritual disaster player.

The real player ID is——

【Qin Shusheng】.

Origami is just one of the skills he has mastered.

But he and the president of the Tarot Club, the fortune-teller witch next to him, developed another unique use for this skill.

That is the system that deceived the spiritual disaster game.

Guide to entering dungeons using paper figures created using skills.

The level of the paper figurine varies between level 25 and level 29.

She can inherit a small part of his memory, which she can use to know her identity as a paper man and make bolder attempts when conquering, without having to worry about death and taking too many steps.

Unfortunately, the props that paper figures can carry are extremely limited.

You can only bring one consumable item and two pieces of equipment into the dungeon.

And the quality cannot exceed [Epic].

Otherwise, the paper man will be detected and deleted by the system.

The cognitive impairment imposed by the witch prevents other players from seeing through the paper man's true identity and provides a false player ID.

That is the one Wu Wang and others saw - [Shu Tong].

He is like a real gamer.

Conquer the dungeon in a way that you don't have to worry about death at all.

Even if it fails.

The next time you have the opportunity to enter this dungeon, you can enter with another [School Boy].

And some of the experience from the last failure will be retained.

This makes it more likely that they can successfully conquer the dungeon with such a weak paper man body and scarce props and equipment.

This is why the "book boy" seen by Wu Wang and others has such a good knowledge of opera.

He was not the first paper figurine "Shu Tong" to enter "Liyuan Anecdotes".

Before this, this copy had failed twice.

"Is it worth it, Manager Qin?" the witch suddenly said.

"Other players won't know what you've done. Even if they did, not only would they not be grateful to you, but some might even think you're hoarding the rewards from the Nightmare-level dungeon."

"I'd be crazy to agree to help you."

The witch's help here is more than just adding seals.

He also helped Qin Shusheng check whether his paper man would carry any curse when it returned from the copy.

After all, she is the expert in this area.

In response, Qin Shusheng stood up and stretched his muscles.

Beneath the bright smile was exhaustion that could not be concealed.

"You know how difficult Nightmare-level dungeons are. Once the public beta begins, this will definitely be the dungeon most likely to cause you to fail three times and then be transported back to the real world."

"The disasters they bring are absolutely beyond human imagination, but fortunately their numbers are limited."

"Every nightmare-level dungeon we clear before the public beta will reduce the danger faced by players and even ordinary people after the public beta."

"It's impossible to convince other high-level players to specialize in nightmare-level dungeons. After all, the death rate in nightmare-level dungeons is too high."

"Thankfully, you helped me improve my origami technique, allowing me to conquer several nightmare-level dungeons simultaneously without taking any damage."

Yes, [Book Boy] exists in more than one copy.

At the same time, there are other [Book Boys] who are conquering unknown nightmare-level dungeons.

At this point, he paused.

He raised his head and looked towards the top of the divination tent.

It was an endless starry sky flowing.

Qin Shusheng couldn't help but slowly reach out to the starry sky.

He murmured to himself, "If there really is a god overlooking the world, sending down spiritual disasters to afflict the common people, and taking pleasure in human suffering,"

"Then I will let Him know what a hymn of praise human courage is."

"I don't have the power of Qinglong, who is so perverted that he can face the gods in the future. All I can do is to protect this place as best as possible before he tears the true gods apart."

The distance of the starry sky seemed to extend far beyond the top of the tent.

No matter how hard he stretched his hands he couldn't reach it.

Finally, Qin Shusheng withdrew his arm.

Looking at the witch's complicated expression.

He still smiled and said, "You ask me if it's worth it? I don't know, and I don't need to know."

"Doing good deeds without asking for reward."

After saying that, he lay back down on the sofa.

A piece of white paper jumped out behind him.

In no time, it can be folded into the shape of a paper man.

Then he gradually regained some vitality, but his eyes were still a little dull.

He hadn't yet internalized it. "That's enough. Don't underestimate yourself. You're the lobby manager, but you're recognized as the second-strongest player," the witch said jokingly. "If you still think you're powerless, how can the other players survive?"

"Take this paper figurine for example. Even without equipment and props, it's still stronger than most players of the same level."

"How much of your combat power does it have? One tenth?"

In response, Qin Shusheng just smiled and said nothing.

Hold a piece of bread-like prop in your hand, write the memory you need to copy on it, and stuff it into the paper man's mouth.

Then he said silently: "Where can there be so many?"

Then he stuffed the [Paper Overlord] into the hands of the newly created paper man [Shu Tong].

Pointing at the black and white paper figurine, he said, "This one is about right."

If his words were known to other players in [Liyuan Anecdotes].

Including Wu Wang, they would probably be so shocked that they would be speechless.

In his heyday, Lord Xiang could only be killed by the mechanism in the dungeon.

Compared to Qin Shusheng himself.

It only reaches one tenth of its actual combat power.

Maybe he is just being a little modest.

Thinking of this, Qin Shusheng sighed, "I wonder how many players have been deceived by the idea that level represents strength."

"In fact, the removal of the level limit after the public beta is just to raise the lower limit of players."

"The true upper limit of strength has nothing to do with level."

"Don't talk about that ridiculous recognized second place."

"Among all the level 30 players in the Spiritual Disaster, I estimate that less than half can withstand a casual blow from Azure Dragon. The remaining half, including me, can only take a few more blows with a little more effort."

"Just looking at his level, isn't he also level 30?"

“Sometimes, the gap between people is greater than the gap between people and pigs.”

"You have to be self-aware."

After saying this, a gleam of light flashed in the eyes of the paper mannequin [Book Boy] in front of him, and his dull look was no longer there.

He laughed cheerfully and said, "Speaking of which, I hope to meet the player who was bountied by the [Continental Hotel] in the next dungeon."

"The Executioner I met in Pear Garden Anecdotes earned me a lot of trouble coins."

The witch couldn't help but roll her eyes when she heard his words.

This guy's habit is really puzzling.

It is obvious that he is the founder of [Continental Hotel].

The amount of personal disaster coins is almost comparable to that of the three major organizations.

But he still likes to hunt down those players who are bountied personally.

Earn rewards from your own shop?

Neuropathy.

Just as Qin Shusheng was about to look through the information to see if there were any other nightmare-level copies he could enter.

Something suddenly occurred to me.

He casually said to the witch, "Oh, by the way, can you find some time to ask Qinglong to buy me some information about [Death]? I want to study it."

The memory of the paper man [Shu Tong] in the copy is only a small part of [Scholar Qin] himself.

Therefore, our understanding of [Death] is still limited to the acquisition of the third eye.

This memory is nothing more than what he experienced before reaching level 20.

However, Qin Shusheng himself has a certain understanding of death.

But there's more to it than that.

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Inside Xishenyi Garden.

The struggle of the Abyss God's aura at the bottom of the well seemed to tear the entire copy apart.

The blood moon in the sky is gradually fading from its crimson color.

The red vertical pupils on Lou Yu's body also began to gradually close.

His entire breath became weaker and weaker.

Just as Wu's death had been speculated before.

Her life no longer belonged to her.

Whether it was the Abyss God's aura that completely eroded the world, or Wu Wang cleared and devoured the Abyss God's aura.

There is only one fate waiting for Lou Yu——

That is death.

"You really don't regret it?" Wu Wang asked.

"I have no regrets in this life." Lou Yu nodded.

However, the next second, Wu Wang sighed.

Helplessly, he spoke again: "What I mean is that you gave away a lot of treasures to other people when they left here."

"Dude, I'm helping you save the world, so don't you get any reward?"

"Miss Lou, Super Mario can win the princess by defeating a cool guy. Saving the world is not cheap."

Hearing him say this.

Lou Yu felt his life slipping away and knew that Wu Wang was using a humorous joke to make him not afraid of death.

Although she still didn't understand what the other party was talking about Super Mario and Cooler.

But he still slowly raised his hand and whispered, "Of course, you deserve it."

The next second, five ghostly figures of different colors crawled out from behind Wu Wang.

They dived into Wu Wang's shadow without hesitation.

A system prompt also popped up in front of him——

[Five Ghosts Moving Technique (Active): Five ghosts from the underworld reside within your shadow. You can manipulate them as flexibly as if waving your own arms, and can even change the fortunes of certain places or individuals. Summoning each ghost consumes 50 Spiritual Energy (Player Spiritual Energy = Spirit Points x 10).]

[Note: The Five Ghosts move things to make them the Five Elements; they move things to bring good fortune, so don’t be greedy.]

It’s actually a skill!
Skills in the game are much harder to obtain than equipment and items!
Otherwise, Wu Wang would have experienced so many dungeons and would not have only had a few skills.

This is also the case when [Vision of Truth] is taken into account.

"Oh, by the way, I have a favor to ask." Wu Wang continued, "Do you still remember what your [Heart of Fire] experienced outside? I have something I want to ask her."

What he was concerned about was naturally the fortune teller's situation.

After all, the fortune teller gave the second sister the talisman paper many years ago just to prevent Lou Yu's residual soul from harming her now.

The [Fiery Heart] mask might also know something.

In response, Lou Yu took a look at his body.

It's almost completely collapsed.

She quickly pulled out a piece of white paper from her body.

Fold it into the shape of a paper man, then bite your thumb and sprinkle blood on it.

He handed it to Wu Wang and said solemnly, "My time is almost up. If you have any questions, you can ask it later. It holds all my memories."

"My benefactor, we will never meet again..."

After saying that, Lou Yu dragged his broken body to the well.

Looking at the half-open Ghost Gate and the black and white Overlord Helmet that was revealed.

She smiled.

Pick up the Ruyi crown that belonged to Yu Ji.

Slowly put it on your head.

Throw yourself into the well.

"Yu, how about we sing Farewell My Concubine again in the next life?"

Accompanied by the sudden slamming of the gates of hell.

You can faintly hear the young man's singing.

"What can I do if my horse won't run away~"

"Yu Xi, Yu Xi, what can I do~"

"Yu Xi... Yu Xi... What can I do..."

At the same time, Wu Wang also withdrew his hand.

The red vertical pupil in the wrist closed its eyes, as if it was digesting the breath it had just swallowed.

The aura of the Abyss God in this copy has been cleared away.

He slumped down by the well and stretched.

I don't know when the one who will pick me up will come...

Before Wu Wang could think further.

Looking up, the bright moon suddenly became extremely dark.

A sea of ​​filthy, sticky liquid came from the sky and poured into the Xishenyi Garden.

Completely submerged Wu Wang.

The inexplicable teasing filled every nerve cell in his body, and his whole body and mind unconsciously wanted to release the primitive desire.

Hey, mention Cao Cao and he will appear.

Then he grinned and said:
"Boss, how are you?"

(End of this chapter)