Immortal I Speedrun Supernatural Game

Chapter 39: Polluted Nightmare-level Copy! Are you crazy or am I crazy?

Chapter 39: Polluted Nightmare-level Copy! Are you crazy or am I crazy?
"Why is Brother Wang so curious about the difficulty of the nightmare-level dungeon?"

Baili Dao has been thinking about this problem.

Ever since I separated from the widow late that night.

From time to time, the other party would ask himself some very basic questions in the friend chat box.

It can be seen that he is indeed a newcomer.

But he never asked himself any questions about any dungeons below the nightmare level, as if he didn't care about dungeons of other levels at all.

"Could it be that his next dungeon notification has already arrived, and it's nightmare level!?"

Baili Dao was frightened by this ridiculous speculation.

Match newcomers with nightmare-level dungeons.

[Spiritual Disaster Game] is not that crazy yet, right?
"Wait... I think there was a case recently where a newbie experienced a nightmare-level dungeon."

Baili Dao suddenly thought of it.

The last live broadcast of the rookie dungeon just ended.

To this day, a large number of technical personnel in the Abnormal Affairs Bureau are still trying to analyze what the nightmare-level rookie copy actually meant.

The current judgment is:

The probability of a new player clearing a nightmare-level dungeon is still 0%, most likely due to a bug in the game system.

Even though the copy being broadcasted seemed to be cleared, the scene where the person who cleared the copy was still noticed by the technical staff.

This means that the other party was not able to truly pass the level, and now the grass on his grave is probably two meters high.

If it weren't for this.

Baili Dao initially thought that the widow was the incredible newcomer who had qualified for the final internal test.

Unfortunately, that person is already dead.

"Alas, the higher-ups recently asked me to cooperate in investigating some copy pollution problem. They said it was so serious that the director had to take personal action. He has no time to deal with my report on the application for new recruitment." Baili Dao sighed indignantly.

The colleague at the next workstation heard this.

I couldn't help but tease, "Brother Dao, is that new guy you're talking about really that amazing? Could it be that you didn't benefit from the real-life directional dungeon and are worried about being laughed at by us, so you're looking for an excuse to brag?"

Ever since Baili Dao came back from the dungeon that night, he has been bragging to them about a newcomer with great potential.

But it's really too mysterious.

Almost no one believed him.

The level one newcomer made four veteran players with all their gear and a nightmare-level dungeon boss run around in circles.

Even when he was the first level Director Qinglong, he wasn't this awesome, right? He's exaggerating too much!

But Baili Dao seemed to have seriously applied for special-grade resources to recruit new talents when he returned that day.

Unfortunately it was rejected.

Because now the resources of the bureau are tilted towards combating copy pollution.

The difficulty of contaminated copies will skyrocket, and participating players are likely to suffer permanent mental damage, which is the so-called loss of San value.

If a simple copy is contaminated, it will be damaged and destroyed on the spot; if a medium copy is contaminated, the difficulty will instantly become comparable to that of a difficult copy; and if a difficult copy is contaminated, it will directly become a nightmare level.

This has also caused the recent personnel losses in the Abnormal Affairs Bureau to soar sharply.

"If the newcomer you mentioned really entered a nightmare-level dungeon, then there's no need to keep following him. Just pay attention to the news. If anyone suddenly dies in Mingyang City, it's most likely that newcomer."

A voice suddenly came from behind.

Baili Dao turned his head suddenly.

He discovered that it was his direct supervisor and also the highest person in charge of the Mingyang City branch of the Abnormal Affairs Bureau.

Such an evaluation made his eyes dim a lot.

Indeed, if the dead brother really entered a nightmare-level copy.

Then be prepared to collect his body.

"Let's focus on the task of contaminating the copy first." said the leader.

Ever since he met Director Qinglong at the headquarters three days ago, he has been extremely concerned about the contaminated copies.

At this time, a strange thing emerged in Baili Dao's mind again.

He asked unconsciously, "What would happen if a nightmare-level copy was contaminated?"

lead:"……"

The whole office was silent for a long time.

Finally, the leader sighed and said, "The consequence is that you can only kneel on the ground, light some incense, and pray that your death won't be so ugly."

A contaminated nightmare-level copy.

Do you want to listen to what you are saying!
Are you crazy or am I crazy?

Nightmare-level dungeons are dungeons with a clearance rate of less than 1%.

Add to that the pollution.

That basically means a 0% clearance rate!

Whoever encounters it will die!
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"Hehehe, Grandpa Village Chief, will I die?" Wu Wang smiled foolishly at the old village chief.

Now the eyes of the entire square were focused on him.

To be precise, it was on the wooden sign that was missing part of the graffiti.

Let’s go back to before the banquet started.

Just like the Yinyuan Festival in previous years, the old village chief invited all the villagers to come forward and feel the aura of the wooden sign.

Each villager then washes while looking directly at the eye graffiti on the wooden sign.

Everyone felt their souls were purified.

Bathed in that great aura, they longed for the God of Yinyuan to grant them good weather and good harvests.

Until some little lunatic came on stage.

Wu Wang glanced over.

The red vertical pupils on his wrist also opened and blinked synchronously.

Just three seconds.

One-fifth of the delicate vertical pupil on the wooden sign disappeared.

The frightened old village chief quickly pulled Wu Wang aside and asked someone to find a piece of black cloth to cover the wooden sign.

Whose unlucky kid is this?

What did he do?
"Whose child are you?"

Aunt Li quickly stepped forward and said, "Village Chief, he is Zhang Sanfeng. He will be used to worship the Yinyuan God the day after tomorrow."

A gleam of light flashed in the old village chief's eyes.

He nodded silently and said, "So it's him... Step forward and let Grandpa see him."

Wu Wang lowered his head and walked forward slowly.

He could almost smell the stench of corpse emanating from the old village chief.

Hidden under that thick cotton-padded jacket is a disgusting skeleton ghost.

I don’t know how they sewed the human skin together.

There really isn't anything wrong with it from the outside.

"Come, let the village chief see your eyes." The old village chief's voice was like the whisper of a devil from hell. When it reached Wu Wang's ears, it made him dazed for a moment.

Instinctively, he walked towards the other person.

I didn’t expect that this skeleton ghost could be able to bewitch people!
Unfortunately, the trance only lasted for a moment.

The bewitching curse was swallowed up by the red vertical pupils.

The mark of the Abyss God is like a Gu King.

Whenever Wu Wang is contaminated by other similar curses, it will jump out and eat him.

As if declaring its sovereignty.

This guy! Only I can pollute!
puff-

The moment he walked in front of the old village chief.

A bone spur pierced the old village chief's cotton jacket.

He stabbed it through the heart from front to back.

Under the other party's incredulous eyes, Wu Wang put his mouth close to his ear and said, "Old Village Chief, you dropped something, and now I am returning it to its rightful owner."

"Shh~ Don't make any noise. You don't want the villagers to know that you are a ghost, do you?"

I am timid during the day.

I am the center of attention at night!

If you have the guts, then expose your true form in front of everyone!

Let’s see if this Yinyuan Festival can continue?

Wu Wang smiled and held the bone spur in his hand, using his body to block the view between it and the villagers.

Twist and turn, turn and turn.

The old village chief's face was distorted beyond recognition.

For some reason.

It really can't be exposed.

I can only endure the humiliation from the other party with frustration!

"Don't worry, I never hold grudges overnight."