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

Chapter 50, Section 1.4: The Fog Tracking Battle

"So what are your thoughts?" Jing Yan tapped the table, glanced at Dao Lin, and asked.

Dao Lin rested his chin on his hand on the armrest of the sofa, yawned lazily, and said, "Jing Yan, Corey, Tomar, and Jian Jia are in charge of exploring the surrounding area and the new relief house; Xiao Mar, Li De, Zhu Leyu, and Yi Tong are in charge of supplies; Mu Yin and I are in charge of testing the ghosts."

Hearing Dao Lin say this, Mu Yin glanced at him. This person is quite clever; he knows that keeping the most dangerous person at the closest distance is the safest option.

"Are you kidding me? If Mu Yin is eliminated, we will all lose our lives. In this situation, we should follow the safest team!" Jing Yan frowned, instinctively wanting to refuse, but Dao Lin's question left him speechless.

"Do you know where the safest place is? Isn't he the most dangerous person at the center of the mission? You're taking him along, exposing our new location? Believe me, you only ignore others because the important target is right in front of you, otherwise you'll only lose more than you gain." A hint of mockery flashed in his icy blue eyes, but he still patiently continued.

"Don't let your guard down just because you've safely passed a few dungeons. Never underestimate your enemies." After all, the one who can kill you is never someone else, but your own carelessness.

Xiaomar covered his head with a blanket, saying worriedly, "Daolin, you have a good mind, but have you forgotten that your biggest weakness is your physical strength?" Everyone present, except Mu Yin, knew about Daolin's weakness. After all, several of them had known him since the beginning on the spaceship and were well aware that Daolin had barely moved from start to finish. How could someone with such physical strength possibly be good?

"That's true, but compared to the average person, my physical strength is still very good." The key is to conserve energy. As long as he gets enough rest, strenuous exercise is not a problem. Insomnia is his biggest enemy.

"Do you have any objections?" Shomar asked, turning his head. Such matters required the consent of the person involved.

"Do as you please, I'm fine with anything." Mu Yin shrugged. Since the rules were already asking him to cooperate, he figured he might as well cooperate a little more. The main problem was that Mu Yegui was ignoring him, otherwise he could have come up with some tricks. But in this situation, he should just obediently comply. He wanted to see what these rules were really after.

He was indeed in the capital city of the fairy tale kingdom of Sephiatis at first. After obtaining his official resident certificate, Gold and Silver thought he had nothing else to do, so he returned to the Hidden House.

One of the three letters asked him to help deliver a message to Dark City, so he accepted the request.

Who the hell knew this was actually a dungeon, and a dungeon specifically designed to trick him?

Mu Yin also wanted to test his [Illusory Mask], so he reluctantly agreed to follow the rules.

Dao Lin sat up straight, stretched, and looked at Mu Yin sitting next to him, asking lazily, "So, as your protector, you should listen to everything I say, right?"

Mu Yin raised an eyebrow. "Go on."

Dao Lin leaned against his shoulder and said in a tired voice, "Goodnight."

Mu Yin: "..."

This man is really brave. It's the first time anyone has dared to sleep on his shoulder. Luckily, he threw the gold and silver into the hood of his cloak, otherwise he would definitely have crushed them.

The people around were still noisily discussing, seemingly deciding on their respective plans.

Dao Lin suddenly opened his eyes, seemingly resurrected from his reverie, and said, "By the way, you don't need me to give any instructions about supplies, right? We're all residents of the Sinful Kingdom. Besides food, prepare your own weapons for self-defense. Don't rely on anyone else; I'm worried about gunfights. After all, the Sinful Kingdom's unique characteristic is infighting." He didn't know how many times he'd encountered this problem before—his memory was terrible, he'd forgotten—but he could say there had never been an exception, and he guessed this time would be no different. After saying this, he closed his eyes again and fell asleep instantly.

Mu Yin tilted his head slightly to look at the three unbuttoned buttons on his white shirt, which revealed his fair collarbone and Adam's apple, giving him a very fragile feeling, as if they would break with the slightest pinch.

Forget it, as long as we don't provoke him, he's not so heartless as to attack his teammates.

"You just tried to kill me?" Dao Lin's lazy, weary voice came from beside him.

"No," Mu Yin denied.

"Hmm? I'm still quite sensitive to certain things, like how you just stared at my neck for a full five seconds." After saying that, Dao Lin slightly lifted his eyelids and glanced at the clock on the wall. It was 7:30 in the morning, and it would start in half an hour.

Since that's the case, I'll sleep for another half hour...

Time ticked by, and Mu Yin noticed the team's exceptionally high level of discipline. Their faces showed no fear, but rather an eager anticipation of the unknown. This was a mental fortitude cultivated only through extensive dungeon experience; clearly, this group had passed the test.

'Dong~ Dong~ Dong~' The heavy bell rang, reminding everyone that the game time had begun.

"Come on, just follow me," Dao Lin whispered to Mu Yin, then walked out first.

All around them was an endless expanse of Gobi Desert, nothing but yellow sand and rocks. After being confined for three days, they finally saw the entire outside world clearly.

"Daolin, do you really have supplies?" Yi Tong frowned and asked doubtfully.

“Just think of this as a game. There’s no way you’ll find supplies in the real Gobi Desert, but there will definitely be in a game instance.” Dao Lin took out a gold pocket watch from his pocket, glanced at it, and then quickly closed it and put it back in his pocket. “The first 20 minutes are for hiding, and the next seven hours and forty minutes are for escaping.”

The other two teams ran out first. Dao Lin glanced at their departing figures, then squatted down and drew something on the ground.

Mu Yin looked down at a circle drawn on the ground, which was then instantly covered and disappeared by the sandstorm. Although he didn't know the meaning behind it, he remained silent and said nothing.

“I’ve seen many people question my inexplicable behavior, but you’re the first to remain silent. In fact, I don’t intend to explain.” Dao Lin placed the stone in the center of the now-vanished circle, slowly stood up, and stretched.

“We’ll run towards that big rock, trying to avoid the sand. It’s slippery, exhausting, and slows us down. The sand will hide our footprints, making it a perfect place to dispose of a body, but we have to watch out for small animals in the sand.” The icy blue eyes gazed at the red rock ahead as he spoke slowly.

"Let's go, there are still 17 minutes left." Daolin took out his gold pocket watch, glanced at it, and then started running.

(End of this chapter)