"This mist..."
The child frowned slightly, a little hesitant.
He still knows.
Outside the "circle of civilization" of this world, everything has been overwhelmed by the gray mist that the curse has turned into. These places are called "exclusion zones".
Those gray fogs in the restricted area are all substantial curses that can be seen with the naked eyes of ordinary people.
The curse has the characteristic of flowing from a place of high concentration to a place of low concentration.
Because the souls of ordinary people do not store curses, they can barely live in the gray mist for a while.
But for a transcendent, this is an unsolvable poison. All extraordinary people who have reached the "bronze rank" and "corroded" their souls with curses, their souls have the ability to accommodate curses.
Then as long as the transcendent enters the restricted area, they will be forced to inhale a large amount of strong curses that cannot be digested normally. To use an analogy, it is like throwing humans into the deep sea. Under the pressure of the water, the seawater pours into all the orifices.
If this door really leads to the restricted area, then they will be given nothing to enter...
Even if they can run away and be resurrected at that time, if it is a random portal, they may not even have a way to come back.
That's when the "homeless kids" really started to wander.
"I have to find a way to test it out." The child murmured.
"... But I remember, the area in the restricted area should be gray fog, right?"
Si Anke on the side frowned slightly: "This is white mist..."
If you ignore the dark environment where you can’t see anything in the fog gate, it’s quite like a fairyland—the white mist is like dry ice at room temperature, filling the whole world in front of you, and even the part that should be the earth can only be seen as clouds white mist.
"That's not necessarily the case, Ke Zi."
Citalopram shook his head lightly and made a hoarse voice: "Who knows how gray the fog is? What if the gray level of the fog is inconsistent under different conditions?"
"... Well, what you said makes sense."
"—I don't really see any danger, though."
As Citalopram said, he walked over with great interest: "The reason is very simple. The address and password here were given to Annan by Salvatore, and it is impossible for him to harm Annan.
"And that Jude, he should be from the Black Tower of the Marsh. He is planning to come here, certainly not to arrest us, most likely to go to the ruins.
"If it's really gray fog outside, wouldn't it be good for a soul-reaper to catch some people in and bring things back?"
The analysis of citalopram is very convincing.
She is more like the captain than the child mascot.
And the kids didn't shy away from it.
"... It seems that we will have to rely on you in the future.
"If there's anything I can use for you, just mention it. If I can do it, I'll do it."
His implication... is that he intends to go in and give a wave for nothing, and use his life to explore the grass.
He's used to it anyway.
Realizing that citalopram is better at observation and analysis than himself, the homeless child made a decisive transfer of power. Even the power to direct himself was handed over to citalopram.
Compared with Jiu'er and the others, the biggest problem with his team is... Among the four, there is only one veteran.
That is the child.
Among these four people, he is the only player in the first round.
Whether it's based on real status, seniority in the game, or personal level, combat effectiveness, level of understanding of the world, or even one's real age... there is no doubt that the captain can only be a child.
The child's journey, the child can definitely be called conscientious.
He spent the longest time online and carried the most things on the road. In addition to the necessary sleep time, his other time and energy are used to take care of the bodies left in this world when the other three go offline.
This is not just playing games for a day... Not only does he have to cheer up and pay attention to the environment, but when the people are the most crowded and the chat is the happiest, he will go offline instead.
as before—
Just like when playing professionally before;
Just like doing experiments in groups when I was in school;
It's also the same as when he was linked with other anchors.
When the child plays Dota, he always plays the fifth position, and when he plays Lol, he plays as a support.
He knew that his talents were limited, and his only advantage was his patience. Therefore, the tasks he was responsible for were the most boring and sacrificing ones, but someone had to do them...and it was very important.
This is not because he "likes" to play support, but because he thinks it is the most "correct".
"My decision is, you are all waiting here. Let me go in and explore the way."
Citalopram has a slightly hoarse voice formed by long-term smoking, which is very personal.
Although she is only a little older than Si Anke among the four and is still half a student, her tone is surprisingly mature.
Without the slightest hesitation or hesitation, firm and unquestionable, calm and convincing—
"I'm also an undead to some extent... Maybe we can have some common topics with the undead inside. And it's night, when my combat power and perception ability are the strongest, it is the most correct choice for me to go in and explore the way. I opened the live broadcast, You can see it directly from my point of view."
Citalopram stood in front of the fog door, looking back at the other three.
Or rather, looking at the street kids—their captain.
correct
The child was taken aback.
"... You convinced me. The perspective of the undead may indeed trigger additional tasks..."
Then he was silent for a while, and said seriously: "But I still plan to go in with you.
"It's not my stubbornness—you listen to me. The biggest difference between me and the three of you is that as an old player... I have the privilege of resurrection.
"You are newcomers, you may not know... live broadcast is not omnipotent. For example, certain areas in nightmares will block the signal of the live broadcast room. That is usually the area with the strongest curse... and look at this white mist. I basically It is certain that the live broadcast signal will definitely be cut off.
"It's just like the situation on the old goose side. Annan's team has a deep meaning... You are the only player among us who can become a ghost, Dove is the newcomer with the strongest combat effectiveness, and Siyinke is the only one among us who can turn into a ghost." Players aware of enchantments and traps.
"Only me... My characteristic is that my fighting power will increase in the jungle. So my positioning is to escort the three of you in and out. But if there is danger inside, I can also activate the resurrection privilege and resurrect infinitely in a short period of time.
"The existence of you and Siyinke lies more in the ruins; while Dove and I are in charge of the outside of the ruins. So the two of us can die, but you two can't—no problem, Miss Dove?"
"I know."
Dove nodded calmly.
Seeing this scene, on the contrary, Si Anke's pressure increased.
Want... to protect me
hateful!
What's going on, this atmosphere where only I can't do it...
He gritted his teeth and muttered in a low voice, "Be careful."
"We made an agreement like this...you remember it."
The child thought for a while, and then ordered: "You can observe my level through the forum. If after entering the ruins, the live broadcast message is closed and we can't go to the forum, you can come in ten minutes later.
"If it's very dangerous inside, if you see that citalopram and I have fallen by more than one level, don't come in, just go offline; we both find a place where we can sleep and forcefully go offline, and we go offline to call to discuss in detail. If we are not dead after ten minutes, you can come in directly. If the citalopram is dead and I am not dead, it must mean that we separated, or I ran away because I thought the danger was not serious. That means you can come in.
"Also—if I die within five minutes of entering and only die once, then I have activated the resurrection privilege after dying once, and I am asking for your help. You come in immediately... Remember?"
The child said calmly.
Even if it seems like a nightmare, the forum cannot be logged in... a warning or a signal for help must be sent.
This is a situation that is absolutely impossible for citalopram to die alone.
After being affirmed by the two, he held citalopram's forearm-this was to avoid suspicion between men and women, so he did not hold citalopram's hand.
On the contrary, citalopram grabbed his hand with a backhand indifferently, and chuckled inexplicably: "We're going."
... It always feels like a mockery.
The child murmured inwardly, but did not speak.
What happened afterwards was not beyond his expectations—
The moment the child stepped into the fog gate, his live stream was immediately cut off.
And in the endless gray fog, a reminder that he had never seen before suddenly appeared in front of the child, swiping down the screen line by line at an extremely fast speed:
[No primary impact detected: Whispers of Elegance]
[No primary impact detected: Hymn of Nature]
[No high-level influence detected: Gravity of the stars]
[No Higher Order Effects Detected: Fable of the Moth]
[Awakened element not detected]
[Oser's inheritance detected: Jungle Walker]
[Additional judgment in progress...]
[Determination targets: Alien creatures, summoned objects, human figures, humans, males]
[Judgement Authority: Apprentice]
[Specimen storage library iii-251-11 is limited to open, allowed number of passes: 1]
[Falling into a public nightmare... identity has been substituted]
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