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

[Special nature of the current copy detected: repeat]

【Quest Regeneration......

[The difficulty of the dungeon is distorted, and there is no limit to the number of times you can enter]

[Current purification rate is 38/350]

[The current total erosion of the squad is 8%, the difficulty of the dungeon is increased by 8%, and the probability of nightmare distortion is increased by 8%]

[This quest has a total of 6 save points, and each death increases by 2% Erosion]

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

[Dungeon clearance rewards: The first two tiers - any self-selected profession below the bronze level (including the bronze level) will be increased by 1 to 2 levels; The last four tiers - any class of your choice below the Silver level (including the bronze level) will be upgraded by 1 to 4 levels]

[Dungeon Decryption Reward: Unknown]

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The world in front of Annan's eyes was pitch black, and the data stream was flowing rapidly downward.

At this moment, he suddenly felt a strong vomiting sensation in his abdomen...... This does not seem to be a delusion. For Annan, at least, he rarely felt delusions.

After the data stream had completely faded away, an ethereal and illusory whisper suddenly sounded in his ears:

"Don't look back......"

It was an old man's voice: "Never look back......"

The voice came from behind Annan, very old and weak, but incomparably clear.

It's like clinging to your back and whispering in your ear.

Before Annan opened his eyes, he opened his panel with a thought.

In the dungeon, Annan can only see health and erosion, but that's enough......

When Annan entered Ben before, he heard that the total erosion of the squad made him a little uneasy.

This is a single person, isn't it......

After Annan opened the panel, two lonely lines of numbers appeared in front of him:

Health: 56%

Erosion: 8%

…… Sure enough, he had already died twice without realizing it.

"I really don't have any memory at all......"

Annan frowned slightly.

It's a bit of a hassle. Memories cannot be inherited when you die...... This means that mistakes can be repeated.

If you were a different person, you might be panicking about this cycle of death that you can never escape.

However, although Annan felt a little troublesome, he was not afraid in his heart.

If you want to ask why......

It's that he knows himself very well. To put it in a strange metaphor...... It's like an audience.

His perception of himself is like the audience's perception of a character in film and television dramas, movies, and animations. Because he knows what happened in the past, but withdraws from it, he can know why his feelings exist and what kind of influence his decisions are based on.

Even if there is no inherited memory. But as long as it was "Annan" who took action in the first two weeks, then he would have the confidence to crack the message he left for himself-

Annan opened his eyes.

In front of him was a long gallery of brilliant lights. The hallway was wide enough for ten people walking side by side, without any frills on either side.

There is a crystal clear chandelier on the ceiling, and the lit candles shine through the chandelier, illuminating the entire corridor. Only at the end of the hallway, the open door was dark.

He looked down at himself, unable to identify himself from the way he was dressed. It can only be roughly determined that the age of this body is male, in his thirties, his hands are clean and calloused, his clothes are simple and clean, but the material is quite comfortable, and he should at least have no financial pressure.

"Gallery...... Am I an artist? ”

Annan speculated.

No hints, no introduction of the plot.

"Let me think about ......"

He muttered under his breath.

Annan noticed that blood was slowly leaking from his abdomen.

In terms of pain, it must have been a dagger stab not long ago. Judging from the location, the possibility of damage to internal organs cannot be ruled out.

"Ah, I'm hurt. I'm bleeding all over the ground. ”

He said with a calm and expressionless face.

And when he looked down to check his injuries, he unexpectedly found that the fire in this room was unusually stable by observing his shadow.

There is no disturbing sense of light and shadow caused by the faint vibration of the candle flame when passing through the air current.

Annan narrowed his eyes slightly, and immediately walked inside without hurrying.

He recalled the strategy that Priest Louis had given him.

Just in case, Priest Louis wrote a lot over and over again. But Annan can basically sum it up in three sentences:

First, don't focus on any painting, but don't close your eyes either.

Second, all the forks in the road go to the side where there is a painting.

Third, no matter what happens, don't look back.

According to Priest Louis, as long as Annan strictly followed the above strategy, he should be able to leave safely.

…… So here's the problem.

Why did Annan die here twice?

"According to my habit, the first time I get a dungeon......"

Annan muttered, "I will definitely follow the strategy completely." ”

He knew in advance that death in this copy would lead to the loss of his memory, so all his actions in the week must be "standard behaviors" that will provide reference for his later self.

The question is...... How did he do it the second time?

When did he die these two times?

“…… It's kind of interesting. ”

The corners of Annan's mouth rose slightly.

When the crisis came, he clearly felt the excitement and excitement coming from the depths of his heart.

He didn't look at any of the paintings, just walked slowly forward.

It's not that he doesn't want to go fast, but because the wound in his abdomen has been tugging at him. And when Annan wants to walk fast, his fitness will suddenly decline.

"Is the movement speed limited......

Annan muttered in a low voice.

If he was the one who designed the level......

He will definitely set up a chase that will force the player character to trot to move. Overwhelm the player by quickly dropping the double fear of health and danger behind them.

He narrowed his eyes slightly and walked to the end of the hallway.

Annan controlled the amplitude of his stride, measuring his length with his steps, not his eyes.

“…… Exactly one hundred meters. ”

When he pushed open the door at the end of the hallway, he saw an L-shaped corner in front of him, and the end of the corner turned to the right.

This short corner is very dark, there is no light in sight, and it is very narrow, less than three meters wide, and it is also very short.

But there was a misty light at the end of the corner, as if to attract Annan to pass through here quickly.

Everything was dim here, and Annan could only be sure that there were still many frames hanging on both sides. Almost every painting is a portrait.

He swept his eyes and made sure that the people in the frames were watching him.

"This time it's twenty meters."

He whispered.

By the time Annan walked around the first corner, he still didn't find anything out of the ordinary. On the other side of the corner, there is a narrow space of less than ten meters. It houses a display case of collectibles on the left, while a hanger on the right.

But there is nothing in the display case, or on the hanger. Everything is empty...... It's like being swept by a player.

And there's a door at the end of this cramped space. The door is brownish-red and looks a little shabby, but there is nothing special about it.

Annan smiled slightly and calmly pushed the door open.

Then he saw the familiar, long, brightly lit gallery.

It's as if he's back to square one.

“…… Ha. Hahahaha! ”

But looking at this weird and terrifying scene, Annan couldn't help but laugh.

When he finished laughing, he walked into the gallery with a smile and closed the door behind him.

"PT Ah...... I'm familiar with this. ”

Annan muttered in a low voice.

The corners of his mouth rose strangely.