I'll also work hard to conquer the dungeon today.

Chapter 222, page 1.17, 0: A Night of Madness
As soon as Phil's voice fell, the crowd screamed and scattered in all directions, seemingly trying to find a way to escape.

Everywhere you look, there are magnificent and unique amusement facilities. Looking up, you can see the giant Ferris wheel turning slowly under the dazzling starlight, as if you are in a fairy tale world.

The crowd screamed and ran, only to crash into an invisible glass barrier the next second. They frantically pounded on the invisible wall, their expressions filled with terror.

On the other side of the wall, in an open-air café, sat an elegant man with platinum blonde, slightly tousled hair tied back with a dark green headband.

He held a steaming cup of black coffee, squinting and smiling as he watched the tragic scene unfold before him.

"How could we let you escape? This grand performance should be enjoyed properly."

He took a small sip of black coffee, and on the index finger of his left hand, which held the coffee cup, was a faceted gemstone ring as deep as the ocean.

He wore a white shirt under a gray plaid vest, and a gray fedora on his head, which made him look as elegant and noble as an aristocrat.

"What a tragedy..."

In the crowd not far away, Shui Qi kept pushing her way out, trying to squeeze out of the crowd.

He hadn't expected the crowd to be so crazy; he had barely handed the invitation to the teddy bear when he was swept away by the crowd.

Having finally squeezed out of the crowd and before I could even breathe a sigh of relief, my gaze was drawn to the cube-shaped crystal display screen above my head.

The screen was counting down second by second, which seemed to be the countdown to handing the invitation to the teddy bear.

The numbers below the countdown were increasing rapidly: 2366, 3547, 6982...

"This is the number of participants... Just as I thought, it's a gathering instance, forcing all players to participate, but only those with invitations are real players, the others are probably just cannon fodder." Shui Qi stared intently at the screen for a while, then looked away and walked towards the carousel with the fewest people.

A kingdom of sin.

Zhu Yan, wearing a bathrobe and yawning, walked down the empty corridor, simply tied with a rope as a belt, revealing his fair and muscular chest and abdomen, giving him a very sexy and charming look.

His fiery red, tousled hair was still dripping water, as if he had just taken a bath, and his fair, elven ears were tinged with red, making him look like an alluring elven prince.

The maid beside him trotted along with a towel, constantly reminding him to dry his hair, but Zhu Yan completely ignored her.

His delicate and handsome face was marred by the mysterious black totem on his left eye, but it also subtly added an odd, sinister air to it, coupled with his casually dressed bathrobe. Even though he was still a boy, he still gave off a feeling of blushing and heart-pounding excitement.

"Your Highness! You'll catch a cold if you go to sleep without drying your hair!" Lan said weakly, tears welling up in her eyes, as she held a towel in her hands.

"Shut up, I don't want to wipe!" Zhu Yan was yawning when he heard Lan say that, and irritably growled at Lan before walking towards the room without paying any attention.

Agatha, who was walking towards Zhu Yan, suddenly stopped in front of him, pushed up her glasses with a cold face, and said, "It's an emergency. Players are rushing this way without any regard for the situation."

"Huh?" Zhu Yan's lips curled up slightly, with a hint of disdain. "What's wrong with Fei Xiu? Why didn't he set up a barrier?"

“Because this is a full-kingdom instance, there’s no such thing as a barrier. Even though we’re all inside the instance, it’s still very troublesome that they’re heading our way. Although it’s late for bedtime, since you’re awake, give the order. Expel them or eliminate them?” Agatha asked, not finding anything wrong with her words. “So annoying… Hah~” Zhu Yan paused slightly, turned around and walked towards the nearby terrace, yawning as she went.

The three stood on the terrace, looking at the dark heads in the distance. The next second, Zhu Yan grabbed the handrail with one hand and jumped down.

"Your Highness! You're not wearing shoes yet! Your robe will fall apart if you run so fast!" Lan shouted.

"Stop shouting, he can't hear you," Agatha said coldly, pushing up her glasses. "Tell the construction team to prepare to repair the city wall. That wall probably won't be able to be saved again tonight."

Zhu Yan ran alone toward the city gate. The guards only felt a gust of wind, but they did not see their lord run out just now.

"Let us in! Let us in!" the players shouted as they looked at the soldiers with long spears pointed at them, some even ready to charge forward regardless.

The soldiers looked at each other, unsure of what to do without orders from above. If they actually killed the player, they feared they would face severe punishment.

Before they could agonize for long, they felt a terrifying force approaching.

The next second, accompanied by a deafening sound, the ground in front of them was suddenly blown apart.

Zhu Yan stood in front of the soldier, carrying a huge black scythe in one hand. His blood-red eyes were fixed on the crescent-shaped ruins in front of him. All the players within 20 meters of him were completely gone without a trace.

The air was scorching hot, and the crescent-shaped ground sank deep, glowing with fire and intense heat.

He wore a dark robe casually, revealing his fair and muscular chest, exuding a fatally alluring charm.

He carried a huge scythe on one shoulder, his expression calm, when suddenly a faint smile appeared on his lips as he said with a wicked grin, "Does anyone else want to experience it again? I only used thirty percent of my strength."

The player, who was just a hair's breadth away from death, collapsed to the ground. A foul, pungent smell filled the air, and fear and terror permeated the atmosphere.

After the first person yelled and ran away, the rest of them also followed suit and ran away in a panic. Even if they fell, they immediately got up and ran away, as if the Grim Reaper was behind them to reap their lives.

Zhu Yan blinked innocently and muttered softly, "They just ran away like that? They're such cowards."

He curled his lip, and just like that, brazenly carried the sickle back home.

However, because the sickle was too big, it accidentally bumped into the city wall when it entered.

The next second after he went in, there was a loud 'boom', and with the sound of smoke and dust, a large part of the city wall collapsed.

"Even though the dungeon is supposed to open on September 1st, there's no need to open it right after the clock strikes midnight. Doesn't that give people a chance to sleep?" Zhu Yan muttered to himself, rubbing his dry, tousled hair with annoyance.

Agatha watched the scene from the distant terrace, subconsciously pushing up her glasses, then sighed deeply, "When will His Highness learn to control his power and not destroy the house? Now the Treasury is going to complain again."

Zhu Zhen, the Humanoid Weapon, and Yan
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