[Falling into a nightmare, quest generation......]

[Detected that the current dungeon has special properties: cobwebs, dreams]

[After dying in this dungeon, you will not be forced to quit the dungeon]

[This copy will not be distorted]

[This dungeon will change differently when different people enter]

[This quest will change differently each time you enter]

[The difficulty of the dungeon is distorted, and you can enter up to thirty-three times]

[The current purification rate is 1/1]

[This quest has a total of 12 save points, and each death increases the erosion by 1%]

[This dungeon does not provide an introduction to the story, but there is a decryption reward]

[Dungeon clearance reward: Any class below the gold level will be increased by 3-5 levels; Rise 1-3 levels for any class above Gold Tier]

[Dungeon Decryption Reward: Elemental (Vengeance) or Elemental (Poison) or Elemental (Strict) Awakening Depth increased by 10%]

[Quest Loading Completed]

As Annan slowly opened his eyes, he was greeted by trees that were twisted and deformed like monsters. The leafless trunks were covered with dark green moss, and the air was filled with the damp smell of spores.

Annan was a little worried about what the wine would do to his body - but considering that it was "Gilandaio" and not "Annan" who slept outside, there would probably be no problem.

I'm such a handsome and cute boy, I have to protect myself when I go out.

"But there are some things, and you really have to go into a copy yourself to see them."

Annan narrowed his eyes slightly.

That is, the rights of the players are different from Annan.

Otherwise, they should have sensed that something was wrong from the dungeon's introduction here.

Don't say anything else.

- Why is the maximum purity of this quest only [1]?

This means that as soon as anyone clears the quest once, it will be purified instantly.

And according to what Annan knows...... Only clerics with the ability to specialize in nightmares are able to peer into the experiences of others in nightmares.

That is, when Annan had not yet embarked on the transcendent path, the ritual used by Priest Louis - if the whole set of rituals is ready, it can observe the process of the nightmare from the outside world, or command the raiders in the nightmare, or forcibly cut off the nightmare and rescue people from the inside to prevent the erosion from being too high.

Of course, Annan knew this set of magic techniques.

It's just that it's really not much use for him...... Because players can use the forum, they can directly achieve such an effect.

Being able to observe (referring to live broadcasting), being able to command (referring to barrage), and even not having to cut off the nightmare, because Annan can directly clear the erosion. And Annan does have the authority to kick players off the line-

In this respect, the player is like the priesthood of Annan......

For the average person, and especially for the underground city without the clergy, a copy that "can only be cleared once" is almost certainly impossible to decipher.

And the means of detecting the durability of the dungeon is also magical.

In other words, the Spore Mill is actually ...... A man-made nightmare? ”

Annan muttered under his breath, narrowing his eyes slightly.

- This may be the full meaning of the characteristics of [Cobweb].

After entering the nightmare, it will not be able to break free, and will continue to die repeatedly in the nightmare until it runs out of life; But once it breaks free, it will be broken like a spider's web, leaving no evidence.

I didn't expect that I had just entered the nightmare and had already touched its secrets.

In this case, this nightmare can only be solved by means of decryption......

"Let's hope it can be solved all at once."

At the moment when Annan's footsteps moved, the girl's immature whisper came to his ears:

"—The bystander is no different from the evildoer, and both should be spurned."

"I'm not like them."

Seeing the side quest of [Enter the Spore Mill] appearing in front of his eyes, Annan replied calmly: "I won't just watch. ”

Although he knew that what he said would not be heard by anyone.

But this sentence is not an exchange between the living and the living.

It is the prayer of the living to the dead.

Without hesitation, he turned his head and walked back.

- The child guessed at least a little correctly.

The secret of the Spore Mill must lie in the "messenger". If you know how to use this rebellious thinking, you have already held the key to victory.

It's just a pity...... The four dark engravings are sharp enough, but not wise enough.

Fourth, he can realize that there is a problem here, but he can't guess where the problem is. Otherwise, there would not be an impasse here - he should have found the problem a long time ago.

Because the real answer has long been placed in front of him.

“…… Scold...... Ha...... Ha ......"

The sound of heavy wheezing and the clattering of boots into the wet mud reached Annan's ears.

Annan knew that according to the previous strategy process, the messenger would definitely fall out of sight. The courier will then reach out and ask the player to pull him up.

Fourth, he subconsciously believes that the messenger must be killed. So it didn't stop him from falling...... Or maybe he didn't consider that the Messenger's fall could have been prevented.

"—Grover."

Annan spoke suddenly, calling out the messenger's name before he could see it.

The moment his voice sounded, the Courier's footsteps stopped almost immediately.

“…… Who is it? ”

Grover the messenger asked tentatively.

"It's me, Job."

Annan calmly replied with a second name.

These are the names that Little Bear has asked for...... As expected, these names must have been available from some places, and they could be used in some places.

- For example, now.

Hearing the name "Job" and confirming that it was his voice, the messenger Grover finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He gasped and walked slowly.

Walking out of the shadows into the light, a dark-skinned man in shabby leather armor and grayish sideburns.

His skin was as dark as marble, and his body was thin and somewhat old. The pupils glowed with a light gray light.

But when he stepped forward, he didn't wait for him to talk to Annan.

The messenger's expression froze.

Because the moment when he walked out of the darkness into the light and saw "Job".

The "Job" was holding a flintlock pistol in his right hand and pointing at his head in vain.

"Stop. Don't move, Grover. ”

Annan said slowly: "I hope you'd better not move...... My friend. ”

Job's voice was hoarse and rough, and it was not pleasant. He was supposed to be a middle-aged man over fifty years old, and he looked to be of the same age as Grover, who had slightly graying sideburns.

Grover's lips moved slightly as he was pointed at a gun in the face, confusion, consternation, and nervousness flashing across his face.

He quickly realized something.

“…… I didn't run away, Job! ”

Mr. Courier struggled to argue, an anxious look on his face.

But Annan just looked at him expressionlessly, with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

Soon, the messenger's expression calmed down.

"I'm curious, Job."

Mr. Grover frowned slightly, and the fear on his face still dissipated, "How did you find out?" ”