The saint starts out by traveling around the world with a group of elves.

The script does not allow for any anomalies. Although according to the plot development, everything will end in destruction on the seventh day, it seems that two insurances exist to prevent this stage play from deviating too much from the script.

"So, what we need to do is to destroy the original plot?"

Lin Kele quickly realized that since this stage play had set up such an insurance, it meant that it did not want the plot to be destroyed. Therefore, if it wanted to break the cage, it naturally had to do the opposite.

Ireland nodded, this was what he had always tried to do, or rather, it was something he had tried countless times.

"A puppet belongs to the stage and cannot defy the stage itself. I have tried many times and have concluded this."

"Everyone, you are the outsiders. You are the only hope for us prisoners to be freed. So I hope to get your help. I can give you everything for this!"

Ireland stood up and bowed deeply. The players looked at each other, not because of Ireland's empty promise, but because they were unsure of the truth in Ireland's words.

After all, the only things that players unconditionally trust are the tasks issued by Tiangong Intelligent Brain.

But for now, the credibility of Irish discourse is high.

"Ireland, what did you mean last night when you said that the Great Library of St. Peter's was not a place of safety, but a prison?"

Lin Kele was not too excited and directly promised to help Ireland with all his strength. We are all adults now, unless Ireland offers benefits that the players cannot refuse.

"Everyone, the power you possess is amazing, but I'm sure you've discovered that under the cover of night, powers that don't belong to us cannot be used at all."

"If the daytime is the time for the stage play to be performed, then the night is the intermission, the time for deploying insurance to clear abnormalities. During this time period, all forces that are not part of the script will be absolutely suppressed!"

"The reason why St. Peter's Library is an exception is very simple. All the suppressive power from the night here is concentrated on one person."

"The Great Library of St. Peter is the prison where that man is imprisoned."

At this point, Prince Wang, Lin Kele, Su Xiaoyu and Shi Lezhi all had something on their mind; they had already guessed who this person was.

"I don't know who this person is, but I am sure that such a person exists."

Ireland looked a little regretful, he had tried to find this person but the result was obvious.

"Everyone, I know you have abilities similar to resurrection, but I have to tell you some bad news."

"The seventh day of destruction is essentially a reset, and it is a reset related to destiny. There is almost no possibility of exemption."

Ireland naturally didn't know that in the eyes of the players, this was just a game, but the six players who had clearly died last night appeared in front of him tonight as alive and well as if nothing had happened. There was no way Ireland couldn't have failed to notice this.

However, the resurrection spell cannot exempt from the seventh day of destruction. The power of resetting the rules cannot be avoided by being clever.

"Don't worry, we are here to solve the problem, never be afraid!"

The players looked at each other, and then Lin Kele, as a representative, made an enthusiastic speech. But in fact, even Prince Wang felt that even if the mission failed, they would at most lose a level or be locked up in a small dark room for a few days.

After all, once the offline method is released, how will you respond?

Ireland glanced at the players and after confirming that there was no trace of fear on anyone's face, he immediately stood in awe.

"Everyone, thank you for your help!"

He once again expressed his gratitude solemnly. Although Ireland could not offer any substantial benefits to the players due to the current situation, he knew that one should have the right attitude when asking for help.

"Ireland, do you know about the 'Artificial God' plan? Is there any hidden secret in it?"

Before the second line of defense was found, the players hurriedly asked another question of concern.

"There is no hidden secret. I don't know much about the 'Artificial God' plan. I only know that it is a self-rescue plan to prepare for the end of the world."

"But the end of the world has come just as the plan began. In this stage play that resets every seven days, there is no chance that the 'artificial god' plan will succeed."

Ireland shook his head. Even if the Artificial God Project found the perfect participants, it would be a long project that would take at least years. Seven days would probably only be enough to get the Artificial God Project started.

The players were all stunned, but finally realized that seven days was indeed too short. According to Angus' plan, their goal was to be transferred to [Rock Warrior] within half a month.

So this high-profile "artificial god" plan is actually just a gimmick?

"Alright everyone, let's continue this conversation later. They're already here."

Ireland stood up and his face turned serious. In the night, two figures in heavy black armor were walking slowly and stiffly towards the library with heavy steps. A suffocating feeling of oppression filled the air. No matter which figure it was, the feeling of oppression was stronger than that of the [Lost Wreckage] holding the door panel last night!

The perspective shifts slightly.

After a busy day, Liu Lang was finally about to have a full meal and have a good rest.

Well, actually it’s not that busy. During these two days or so, Liu Lang was actually no different from the guy. He basically wandered around Qingzhou City during the day.

It was also thanks to the demon disaster that occurred in Qingzhou City that the wealthy families and civilians with some ability in the city chose to flee. This allowed Liu Lang to live in a big house and avoid starving to death.

At least the kitchen had all the necessary rice, flour, grain and oil. I guess a wealthy family moving urgently wouldn't care about these minor details, so Liulang held the idea that it was better to save money for himself than to let the food go moldy and feed the rats, and he carried forward the traditional virtue of not wasting food.

After all, he was really short of money. Even if he ordered a simple nutritious meal, Liu Lang could only sigh and watch. It was so miserable that the word "miserable" could not describe it.

“Dongdong~!”

"Excuse me, is anyone there?"

But just as Liu Lang had lit a fire and was about to cook some porridge to fill his stomach, a sudden knock on the door interrupted his actions.

This is a woman's voice, gentle and pleasant, giving people a feeling of pitifulness.

Liu Lang was stunned, then he patted his butt and stood up. He remembered that the door seemed to be not locked?

"Em, you're?"

With a creak, the wooden door slowly opened. Under the cold moonlight, a pretty young woman in her twenties bowed to Liu Lang.

"Sir, it's getting late, but I have nowhere to stay. Can you let me stay for one night?"

"No matter what the conditions are, Lan'er can agree to it~!"

As she finished speaking, the woman called Lan'er seemed to accidentally pull down the collar of her shirt, revealing her seductive cleavage.

Liu Lang took a closer look at Lan'er and swallowed subconsciously.

Are you sure you can agree to anything?!