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[The plane jump has been completed.]

Arrived plane number: S-004.

Start detecting plane attributes...

Testing completed

The current average concentration of plane spiritual power is 55.20%.

Technology level: High,

Preliminary judgment is 'High Magic Fictional World'

Detecting potential hazards...

Danger level: Low.

【Tracking...

The latest location of Lord Mo Heng has been tracked.]

[Transmitting...]

Chu Jun was a little surprised when listening to Pino's report. "Pino, your function has been updated?"

There was no active tracking and active transmission before.

【Lord Mo Heng updated the program for me.】

Chu Jun nodded in his heart, thinking that Mo Heng was not idle when he recovered his memory. Apart from flirting with him, he did some serious work.

[Transfer completed, arrived. The current scene is safe, please feel free to explore.]

Chu Jun was puzzled for a moment. Why did he feel that Pino's intelligence seemed to have decreased after the update? He spoke in a rigid manner like an old man.

However, before Chu Jun could ask, his attention was drawn away by other things.

"Squeak! Squeak!" "Whoosh!" A group of pitch-black bats brushed past Chu Yun and then circled above the castle.

'European-style architecture?'

Chu Jun floated in the air, gazing at the magnificent castle below. Its outer walls were constructed of massive stones, eroded by wind and rain, leaving them mottled and gritty. Moss stubbornly squeezed through the cracks, coating the weathered walls in a veil of lush green. In the corners, the scars of time were deep and heavy, the marks left by countless frosts, snows, and storms.

The castle towers soared into the sky, seemingly touching it, and atop them, faded flags fluttered in the wind.

Chu Jun noticed that the bats were circling around the flag, and then disappeared in the blink of an eye.

[Are we in medieval Europe?] Chu Jun felt that this place could only have high-level magical elements like wizards. How could it be an imaginary plane?

[No. This world is incomplete. It is made up of countless incomplete small worlds, and our current location is just one of them. If we refer to human literature, we detect a high similarity with the term "infinite flow."]

Chu Yun had read infinite flow novels and knew the general plot. The protagonist traveled through various dungeons, completing quests and achieving certain achievements in order to survive or leave. In short, for players, the risk factor was quite high.

[So Mo Heng is now...] NPC or player?

Lord Mo Heng has just been teleported here and is expected to enter the castle in 5 minutes. Please select the appropriate identity as soon as possible.

That's the player.

The identity that Pino asked him to choose should be the NPC in this copy. The castle looked very large, and five minutes might not be enough to walk around it. Chu Jun did not dare to delay and directly passed through the wall into the castle.

[Inside the castle lives a count, who has two sons and a daughter. There's also a steward and numerous servants. These are NPCs that follow specific procedures and are available for your selection.]

Chu Jun had never fought such a rich battle. These characters sounded like they could play different tricks with Mo Heng, and he wanted them all.

But unfortunately, you can only choose one.

"Three minutes left, little prince." Pino urged.

Chu Jun walked around the third floor of the castle. It was very empty here. He hadn't seen anyone so far, not even the servant in charge of cleaning.

"We have guests today. Remember not to let the young master appear in front of them." Suddenly, a slightly tired middle-aged man's voice came from the darkness.

Chu Jun drifted deeper into the corridor out of curiosity and ran into a man in gorgeous clothes. He had a solemn expression and looked like someone who was not to be trifled with.

An old man dressed as a butler followed behind the middle-aged man, with a look of having survived a disaster.

"It seems this is the man of the castle."

However, Chu Jun had no intention of using the identity of Earl from the beginning.

With this background and the identity of the Earl, he would most likely be the BOSS in the dungeon. If Mo Heng's final mission was to eliminate him, wouldn't that be a love-hate relationship? Although it sounds tempting, Chu Jun just wants a sweet romance this time!

But...the identity of that young master sounds pretty good!

Chu Jun thought so and ignored the Earl and the butler who were walking past, and continued to float to the end of the corridor.

There was only one room at the end of the corridor. Apart from the silver-white patterns on the luxurious door, it looked no different from other doors in the castle.

Two guards holding swords stood outside the gate.

What he just heard should be the Earl instructing the two guards.

Chu Jun walked through the door easily and saw the young master sitting by the window.

The young master sat at the coffee table, a few broken teacups scattered at his feet, his face full of unhappiness. It seemed that he had lost his temper earlier and had a bad temper.

A spoiled young master. This suits Chu Yun's taste even more.

He could just use his character to play a trick on Mo Heng.

Outside the window, the figures of six men and women gradually emerged from the thick fog.

"Oh my god, this is an A-level dungeon. Did the system go crazy? Tossing us here?"

The slightly plump young man was whispering with the young man next to him, his body shaking uncontrollably.

The young man had just passed seven or eight copies and hadn't even touched the edge of a B-level copy, but he was told that this was an A-level copy. How could he not be nervous?

The mortality rate in A-level dungeons is over 90%, and more often than not, the dungeon is completely wiped out with no survivors. No one knows what happens after dying in a dungeon; in the end, these players are never seen again.

The young man looked like someone who had just entered college. He swallowed hard, trying to calm himself down. He lowered his voice, as if worried that a loud noise would disturb something. "The dungeon won't just give us a dead end. The system threw us into this dungeon, which means the average player level has reached A-level. We're so bad, doesn't that mean there's a big boss among the other four? As long as we cling to that boss, there's nothing to be afraid of."

The young man was comforted again: "Yes... that makes sense. Excluding the two of us, there's a one in four chance of being able to cling to the big boss's thigh, which is considered a high probability."

"When the dungeon officially begins, remember to pay attention to the comments. Even though we can't see the audience's prompts, we can still find some clues."

The two young players were both small fry at the bottom of the pyramid and had no chance to come into contact with the big guys at the top of the pyramid, let alone know what they looked like.

"But...our live broadcast room has always had very few viewers. Will someone..."

"This is an A-level copy! There are no more than double digits of it in the entire main system. There will definitely be viewers who want to see it!"

The slightly plump young man didn't say anything else, just nodded, but his brows were still furrowed, and he secretly glanced in the direction of the other four people.

The other four players were standing far apart and didn't seem to know each other.

Disguise is already a basic operation for veteran players. They cannot tell the strength of several people just by their appearance, so naturally they don’t know who is the person they are looking for.

After a moment's deliberation, the two young men secretly followed a young man wearing a hat, seeking a sense of security. This young man had a very steady aura, and being closer to him helped them breathe more evenly.

The young man in the fedora didn't pay any attention to the two little guys sneaking around behind him. He continued to tap the ground rhythmically with his cane and walked towards the gate of the castle with an elegant posture.

'Um? '

The young man suddenly became keenly aware of the gaze from the sixth person. He raised his head and saw a flash of black hair in the third-floor window.