Annan didn't hesitate for long.
He lay on the bed, holding Gerald's broken bones.
He felt a strange chill seep into his veins... and felt an inexplicable comfort because of it.
... four seconds, five seconds... twelve seconds, thirteen seconds.
Finally, Annan's vision began to blur.
His surroundings gradually became quiet and dark, and a reminder appeared in front of his eyes:
[Detected unpurified nightmare fragments]
[Level Requirements: Bronze Rank and above]
[Professional Requirements: Wizard]
[Special needs: once killed someone]
[The requirements are met, after ten seconds I will fall into a nightmare, ten, nine...]
Suddenly, Annan felt his consciousness begin to drop rapidly.
He didn't know how long he fell, until at a certain moment, he suddenly woke up.
And his eyes are pitch black, only the data flow is flashing quickly:
[Falling into a nightmare, the copy is being generated...]
[The difficulty of the dungeon is difficult, and you can enter up to ten times]
[The current purification rate is 1/10]
[The total erosion rate of the team is 8%, the difficulty of the dungeon increases by 8%, and the probability of nightmare distortion increases by 8%]
[This dungeon has no save points, each death increases the erosion rate by 5%, and the dungeon is forced to exit after a death]
[This dungeon provides an introduction to the plot, and there are decryption rewards]
[Dungeon customs clearance reward: Occupation (wizard) rises by 1 level]
[50% reward for dungeon decryption: get a random Soul Seizing School spell (must be equipped)]
[Loading complete]
After the words "loading complete" gradually faded away, Gerald's sigh sounded in Annan's ears:
"Doubt everything..."
He seemed to be standing beside Annan, staring at the front and sighing in a low voice: "Don't trust anyone."
As his words fell, the surrounding darkness was instantly torn apart by the cold wind.
He immediately realized that he was in the frost and snow.
The sky was leaden gray, and a blizzard was howling.
Even the unusually eye-catching sun in the sky has faded a bit here.
And he was wearing heavy non-slip boots, holding a long staff in his right hand, and wearing a woolen cap on his head.
His boots were sunk deep in the snow, and his face and hands were numb from the cold. Even though his clothes were very heavy, Annan couldn't help shivering.
"… a little cold."
If you continue to stand here, you may be frozen to death.
Have to find a place to shelter from the wind and snow.
Annan was very aware of this.
He looked back and found that his footprints came from a distance beyond his sight, and the furthest footprints were almost covered by the wind and snow. This means that he just came over from there... It has been snowing for a long time.
It is impossible to turn back.
Can only continue to go forward.
Thinking of this, Annan checked his things.
— the results were surprisingly few.
He wore Gerald's silver ring on his left hand, and in his backpack he carried a pair of gold-rimmed spectacles and a silver pocket watch that doubled as a mirror. as well as…
A small white hammer
"this is not-"
...Is it the bone and blood trigger of Mr. Skeleton
Annan was slightly startled, but not too surprised.
He remembered that Salvatore said that the theft of the spell should have happened not long ago, about four or five years ago. At least three years after Gerald advanced to silver, so it certainly won't be too long.
Annan checked it and found that the bone hammer had been filled with six teeth, and he was very prepared for battle.
But on the contrary, he obviously came to such a cold place, but he didn't carry a backpack with his luggage. He didn't have a change of clothes on him, and he didn't bring food or water.
It's as if he knew from the very beginning... that he wouldn't stay outside for too long.
In short, first confirm your identity.
Annan thought so, and took a look at his face with the smooth base of the pocket watch.
Reflected from the silver face was a young man with a gentle smile and an ordinary appearance. His brown curly hair was covered with falling snow, and his dark blue pupils were strangely calm.
"It really is you."
Annan murmured in a low voice.
The body I am using now is that man... David Gerald.
The black wizard who was wanted by Zedi Black Tower.
The next moment, the introduction plot of this dungeon appeared in front of his eyes:
[After being expelled from the Black Tower of the Zedi, David Gerald was already homeless and had nowhere to go.]
[If he is a wizard of the transformation school, then he can at least find a job. But it's a pity... As a wizard of the Soul Seizing School, no noble would trust him, let alone hire him.]
[At least until he advances to gold, this situation will not improve.]
[Not long ago, Mr. Gerald inquired about something.]
[The master of the Howling White Tower, the great wizard of the golden rank "Eye of Lag Time" Michelangelo, decided to recruit the successor of the Howling White Tower from the silver-ranked wizards all over the world—]
[—No age limit.]
[—Gender is not limited.]
[—No restriction on origin.]
[The only requirement is that there is no teacher, no classmates, and no apprentices.]
[Among the eight schools of Soul Seizing, Edict, Prophet, Transformation, Disablement, Destruction, Shaping, and Idol, among the applicants of each school, the most qualified and outstanding one will be sent by Master Michelangelo An "invitation letter" summoned to the Howling White Tower to hold a secret ceremony to determine the ultimate successor.]
[Gerald signs up symbolically. But he never expected... that he was really chosen.]
[The moment he opened the invitation letter, he was teleported to the snow field near Howling White Tower. Fortunately, he was prepared, put on heavy clothes in advance, and took trekking poles. Although it looked a little funny, he was not embarrassed.]
[But correspondingly, he did not carry any weapons or spells other than the spell "Skeleton Lord's Bone and Blood Trigger".]
[And you will come here instead of him to complete this ceremony.]
[You can use this spell to knock anyone's bones to arbitrarily apply "heart paralysis", "forgotten secret words", "I'm not here", "don't say much", "claustrophe", Any one of the six curses of "Book Lock". Each spell can only be used once in this dungeon, and if the strength difference is too large, the effect may be exempted.]
[You need to temporarily bear the curse of the black wizard Gerald: "Break the declaration"]
[Before attacking others, you must issue a warning three to ten seconds in advance and reveal the target of the attack. The closer to ten seconds, the greater the power, but if the attack is not followed within ten seconds, the status will be reset]
[In this dungeon, you can only use the spells of the Soul Seizing School below the silver rank; your mana pool ratio is temporarily regarded as 15/34 (the distortion is more than twice the order)]
[At sunrise, you can restore all the power of order]
[At sunset, you can restore all the power of distortion]
[Warning: When the mana pool ratio is reversed to more than 2:1, you will enter an out-of-control (crazy) state, losing 20% of your maximum health per second]
After these words dissipated, a line of words appeared in front of Annan's eyes again:
[Main task: survive]
Immediately, a large piece of small characters appeared under this line of words again:
[Do not fight anyone]
[Know everyone's real name]
[At least survive until the remaining four people]