Traveling through the game world

Morgan Labs

Holding an ancient tome, Morgan said calmly, "Regarding Sam, whom Price mentioned, I consulted many texts and finally determined that it was the name of a magic stone from the lower levels of the Netherworld Prison. [I'm sorry, I couldn't find more information about the origin of the magic stone, but the fact that its soul has been preserved until now means it must possess immense magical power and resentment."]

Morgan was speaking when Tana interrupted, "That vengeful spirit may have absorbed the resentment existing in the Netherworld Prison to accumulate power, even reaching the point where it can manipulate Price!" She paused, then turned to Lian Yang and said, "Lian Yang, the lower passage of the Netherworld Prison that Price sealed should have been opened by now. Paris's companions, whom you haven't been able to find before, should be there too."

Lian Yang nodded: "Things can't get any worse than this. Let's go to the Netherworld Prison now."

Tana nodded and said, "I'll go with you on this investigation. The deaths of Price and the Elf Kings have prevented large-scale elven riots. I need to investigate this thoroughly as well."

Lower Level of the Underworld Prison

Sensing the increasingly heavy atmosphere and the overwhelming resentment in the air, Tana was filled with regret: "How could there be such intense evil intent? I didn't know there was a monster like Sam. I thought a simple seal would suffice. I bear a great deal of responsibility for the tragedy that has engulfed the entire Anofa Forest!" Startled by the intense evil intent, Tana couldn't help but feel remorse. It was indeed because she was too concerned with her responsibilities; who could have known about a monster like Sam before the tragedy occurred?

“I’m so worried about Paris’s companion. I don’t know how long she can hold on in this environment.” Tana was about to say something when Paris interrupted, “She’s not that fragile, but we can’t let her suffer any longer. I have to go save her!”

Seeing Paris's growing anxiety, Lian Yang said calmly, "Now that we're partners, let's split up and go find her; that will be more efficient."

Paris said haughtily, "I'm finding you more and more pleasing to the eye. Consider this a favor I owe you!" Turning around, she remembered something and added, "Her name is Selma, she has short black hair and a cute face. Remember to bring her back when you find her."

Looking at the energetic Paris, Lian Yang couldn't help but tease, "Sister, you're a bit too old. It's no use if you like me! I prefer younger girls."

Paris, who hadn't gone far, heard Lian Yang's teasing and angrily shouted, "You bastard!" But she still turned around and went to look for Selma.

See you later!

See you later!

"Roar!"

The Netherworld Prison is indeed very large; even the lower levels are like a maze. In the game, you can easily defeat a few waves of monsters, pass through a few rooms, and directly reach the boss, Sylma. However, reality is not a game, and Lian Yang really has no confidence in finding Sylma.

Carrying the little one, who had grown to the size of a Siberian tiger (the little one was currently level 11; leveling up was equivalent to increasing the little one's age; experience was the same as in-game experience before level 15, but after level 15, the experience requirement would double), Lian Yang quickly passed through one corridor after another.

"There seems to be some light ahead!" The sudden appearance of light on the pitch-black road greatly boosted Lian Yang's confidence.

Sure enough, ahead was a spacious hall filled with torches, where a girl in red stood.

"The inertia of history is really powerful; I actually managed to find her." Seeing the red clothes and short black hair, Lian Yang immediately confirmed that the person in front of him was Paris's friend, Sylma.

The moment she stepped into the hall, the previously quiet Sylmar suddenly shouted, "Anyone who stands in the way of Lord Sam shall die! Die!" With that, she charged madly towards Lian Yang.

And what about Lian Yang? Lian Yang inwardly cried out in clarity: Sylma's soul was still intact, merely manipulated by Sam. Humans without crystal cores couldn't be invaded as quickly as elves. There was still hope.

Dodging Sylma's attack with a quick movement, Lian Yang laughed and said, "Looks like I need to calm you down!"

Sylma's level is roughly the same as Baron's, but even though her equipment is much better than Baron's original due to Paris, she still can't possibly surpass Baron's current level, let alone Lian Yang's. Therefore, Lian Yang is quite confident in defeating Sylma.

With swift movements—grabbing, punching, and kicking—Sylmar's attacks flowed like water, yet were ruthless and decisive, leaving no room for retreat. Looking at his relentless fighting style, even a fool could tell that Sylmar was a street fighter.

Unfortunately, he ran into Lian Yang, whose methods surprised even himself. Lian Yang faced Sylmar's attack and arrived behind Sylmar with just a three-stage slash.

"Shut up!" A chop to the back of the neck sent Sylma unconscious.

"It's you, kid. I heard it was a bit noisy here, so I followed you over." Paris arrived in the hall, greeted Lian Yang, and then turned to see the woman Lian Yang suspected, Selma. She asked nervously, "It's Selma. What happened to her?"

Lian Yang said, "She frantically demanded allegiance to Sam and then attacked me relentlessly. I could only calm her down." Feeling that Sylma in his arms had suddenly become hot, Lian Yang cursed the damned historical inertia in his heart, but said aloud, "Damn it, she has a fever, it's very hot now. Let's go back to Silver Village first."

A nervous Paris took Sylma and said angrily, "I've prepared for the worst, but damn Sam, I won't let it get away with this! I'll tear it to pieces!"

Morgan's residence

Morgan, who had hurriedly taken emergency measures for Sylma, said to Paris, "I've taken emergency measures, but the high fever won't go down so easily. The key problem is that Sam's evil intentions have penetrated her too deeply."

Paris suddenly stood up: "So all we have to do is break that stone called Sam, right? I'll go break it right now!"

Morgan shook his head and said calmly, "Paris, you'd better stay with your friend. When you have a high fever, you're very vulnerable. If you can't hold on until you defeat Sam, then things will be terrible..."

Paris became agitated: "Sam? Aren't you the famous alchemist on the continent? You can't even help someone bring down a fever?" Paris was truly emotional; having grown up in harsh conditions, she valued friendship deeply.

Seeing this scene, Lian Yang felt even more annoyed. Despite the addition of Lian Yang as a butterfly, some things that were supposed to happen hadn't changed at all. Of course, deep down, Lian Yang hadn't intended to change the plot of Silver Village. However, after spending some time together, Paris's sharp tongue but kind heart made Lian Yang consider her a friend.

Walking over to Paris, Lian Yang forcefully pressed her into a chair and shouted, "Paris, calm down! I'm going to break that broken rock now. You just take good care of Selma!"

As Lian Yang stepped out of the house, Tana was already waiting there. Seeing him come out, Tana said, "Please, I will take good care of Selma!"

Lian Yang nodded and said, "When Baron and the others return, just tell them to rest assured and wait for me. I'm very confident I can break that rock."

Lower Level of the Underworld Prison

Lian Yang sped along, this was probably the first time he had faced a story boss alone since completing his apprenticeship, but he wasn't thinking about that at the moment. People have feelings, especially with comrades they've fought alongside; those feelings are the most genuine. His current thought about defeating Sam wasn't about taking down the boss, but about rescuing Sylma and the Arnofa Forest.

The Netherworld Prison remained a dark maze, but finding Sam was much simpler. Lian Yang followed the densest areas of resentment, and naturally, the densest areas were closer to Sam. Sam was certain he was in the area of ​​the Netherworld Prison with the strongest resentment.

He fought his way through thorns and brambles, encountering evil forces and Sam's creations that desperately tried to block Lian Yang's progress. But he didn't care. He wielded his greatsword, and his ghostly spirits flew about. Finally, he arrived in front of Sam.

Looking at the towering, purplish-black boulder before him, with its palpable resentment and appearance identical to that in the game, Lian Yang knew that this very boulder was responsible for the recent series of tragedies in the Arnofa Forest.

"Adventurer, why are you interfering with me!" the boulder spoke—or rather, its voice resounded directly in Lian Yang's mind. "The hatred of those who died unjustly has accumulated within me, and I must avenge them. You have nothing to do with this, so why are you obstructing me?"

Lian Yang coldly said, "I actually can't be bothered with you at all, but your repeated self-destructive behavior is really unsightly."

"It is precisely your arrogant attitude that makes me so powerful... The living are always so foolish. Your body is very powerful, I like it very much, give it to me! I will use it to conquer the world!" Sam said proudly.

"Pfft!" Lian Yang couldn't help but laugh: "You think you can possess my body? You think you can conquer the whole world? You'd better just disappear quietly!"

Sam was never taken seriously by Lian Yang, because even the strongest mental power couldn't break through Lian Yang's mental defenses. The will of hope was world-class, and who could resist the will of the world? When Sam's strongest mental power failed, it was just a talking stone, just a monster.

Removing Kazan's curse from his back, Lian Yang lightly swung his sword: "Disappear!" Without even using any skills, Sam's true form, the magic stone, had already been shattered by Lian Yang.

"You think stopping me will end this? You've already lost your sight..." Sam uttered its last two lines before dying.

"What does it matter to me whether it ends or not?" Looking at the vanishing Sam, Lian Yang couldn't help but laugh. To Arad and even the entire Dungeon & Fighter world, he was just a passerby. "What... what's going on?!" Before he could finish his thought, he suddenly noticed that the Kazan Greatsword in his hand was suddenly radiating a crimson light!

"Wow, Lian Yang, you've struck it rich!" Hope suddenly woke up and congratulated him after seeing Kazan's condition through Lian Yang's eyes.

"What's going on?" Looking at the increasingly unsteady weapon in his hand, Lian Yang said, "I can almost feel the resentment in this sword."

"It's Sam!" Hope said. "Sam's resentment activated Kazan's unwillingness to accept defeat. Congratulations, you are about to gain the power of the demons."

Sure enough, as the words of hope were spoken, Kazan's light enveloped Lian Yang completely. The crimson light was filled with madness and eeriness.

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