Immortal I Speedrun Supernatural Game

Chapter 339 The Untold Story Between the Witcher and the Corruption Demon
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The person now sitting in the recliner has become Wu Wang.

His finger was running through the trigger of a shotgun that looked quite old, turning it with a whooshing sound. The mottled scratches on the shotgun were enough to show that it had been through many battles.

The creature dressed in human clothes remained kneeling on the ground, trembling.

He possesses the physical characteristics of many animals.

Its ears stand up like a wolf's, its mouth is long and flat like a crocodile's, its body is as robust and large as a brown bear, its skin is covered with smooth and delicate fish scales, its hands and feet have sharp and curved claws like a falcon's, and it even has a thick and powerful tail like a lizard.

Overall, it's a deformed monster that doesn't resemble anything else.

Tell me what you know about me.

"And why are you in this long-abandoned wooden house, wearing my friend's clothes and pretending to be a big shot... Oh, no, you're only part of a wolf."

His voice was as cold as the winter wind seeping in through a crack in the door.

Each word made the monster's body tremble uncontrollably.

Wu was certain that the wooden house had long been abandoned.

It was naturally discovered through initial observation.

Lichens and algae have climbed onto the door frame and beams, and no one has dealt with them. The spider webs at the chimney opening prove that no one has cooked here for a long time. Although there is still ashes under the tin stove, they seem to have been used by this monster, not by the humans living here.

As Wu Wang approached the other party, he realized that the stove contained a rabbit whose fur had not been plucked.

Such a crude cooking method is unlikely to be something a normal person would do.

Unless the person using the furnace is a bloodthirsty monster.

"Interesting. It's clearly a monster, yet it clumsily tries to use fire like a human. If Darwin saw this, he'd probably turn in his grave," Wu Wang thought to himself.

Then it occurred to me that even wolves can talk, just like in SpongeBob SquarePants where they can start a fire underwater to roast coral.

Who cares about this little bit of an oddity?

Face his questioning.

The mutated monster could only timidly reply, "You are the most bloodthirsty... uh, the most outstanding witcher in the Witch Forest."

"Although you usually live in the city outside the forest, your long-term hunting has still resulted in the number of [Contamination Demons] in the entire forest being killed to almost nothing. We heard that you are recently considering switching to hunting [Deep Divers] by the sea, and our tribe is quite happy about that."

"You also have a hunting pet that searches for traces of pollution. Its piercing roar strikes fear into the hearts of all [Pollution Demons]."

"I don't know anything else."

"After all, we are the ones being hunted by you, and we have already done our best just to escape."

At this point, the pollution demon's tail drooped limply.

He seemed to have already foreseen his impending death.

No corrupted demon that falls into the hands of the Witcher ever leaves alive.

I only hope that, considering my willingness to die and my respectful answers to the questions, I will be spared.

The other party is willing to let go of their own little brats.

After sighing, he continued honestly, "I am in this cabin because you only come to this area after a demon-hunting operation. You never come near this cabin on ordinary days, so in a sense it is safer than outside most of the time."

"And I can smell the blood of my kind in the air when you get close, so I can hide beforehand."

"I just didn't expect you to be so unusual today, coming to the cabin without hunting any corrupted demons."

"I didn't smell the fresh blood on you, and I didn't have time to hide before you caught me red-handed."

After listening to what the pollution demon said.

Wu Wang's gaze returned to the mottled hunting rifle in his hand.

【Demon Hunter Gun (Premium): This gun will cause immediate and fatal damage to any part of a contaminated animal it hits】

[Equipment Requirements: Ability to hit a coin with iron sights at a distance of 200 meters]

[Note: A person giving you a thumbs-up might not be praising you; they could be judging the distance and aiming at you.]

To be honest, the equipment requirements are actually quite demanding.

The iron sights on this thing in my hand are broken in half.

You can hit a silver coin with this thing from a distance of 200 meters.

Then I can only say that Jesse the Witcher is a character.

Wu Wang actually realized from the beginning that there was something wrong with the role he was playing.

Aside from finding the hunting rifle hidden under the rye bread when reaching into the wicker basket, there was also the strange chainmail lining.

The scarlet cloak was not made of linen or other fabric, but rather of pieces of high-quality leather.

The cloak's dark red color was not achieved through dyeing, but rather from repeated exposure to blood that had congealed and become impossible to wash off.

The dress she wore wasn't a cute princess dress for girls, but rather a tiger-skin skirt like the one worn by Sun Wukong in Journey to the West, also made of animal hide.

It's just something like crocodile skin.
The material looked similar to the skin beneath the scales of the polluted demonic fish in front of them.

"I usually come to the cabin after hunting?"

If the facts are indeed as the other party claims.

Judging from the frequency with which Jessie could nearly wipe out all the polluted demons in the entire forest, she could be considered to visit the cabin every now and then.

Despite this, the wooden house remained dilapidated and showed no signs of habitation.

That proves that although Jessie came to the area around the cabin, she almost never went inside.

So, she didn't come here to rest.

There are other reasons, however.

"Come on, let's go for a walk." Wu Wang stood up from the rocking chair.

They opened the door of the wooden house with their backs to the other person.

Without turning his head, he said calmly, "Don't even think about running away after you open the door. If you think you can outrun a bullet, then go ahead and try."

The pollution demon was terrified by this.

He certainly wouldn't dare to try.

He had personally witnessed the tribe's leader attempting to escape Jessie's hunt while running at full speed.

And now... the leader is already wearing it around Jessie's waist.

The leader's figure was so agile.

At least the Pollution Demon doesn't think it can outrun its former leader.

As soon as Wu Wang opened the door, he felt something frantically rubbing against his feet.

"Holy crap! The Congee Bar is attacking? Don't lick my boots!"

Upon closer inspection, it appeared that the other person was tied to the door.

A dog leash was hanging securely on the wooden post by the door.

Oh, that makes sense.

The Corruption Demon mentioned that Jessie had a hunting pet; I wonder what kind of hound it was that could chase after monsters.

When Wu Wang looked down.

My brain went blank for a moment.

It was an owl with bones as white as snow.

How can we tell if bones are white?

It's because it's a fucking undead creature.

It has no flesh or blood at all, only a skeleton pieced together, and even its tongue is some kind of cartilage.

If Wu Wang hadn't been so knowledgeable, he wouldn't have recognized it as an owl's skeleton.

It seemed to sense something and immediately turned its gaze to the Corruption Demon behind it, staring at it fiercely as it let out a warning growl from its throat.

Judging from the fact that the pollution demon subconsciously shrank back.

This is indeed Jessie's "hound".

Is this girl hunting the Corruption Demon with a ghoul owl?
quack-

However, the raspy hooting of the undead owl appeared.

Wu Wang could no longer hold back.

"Damn it! Aren't you a purebred duck? Owls don't hoot like that!"

"And you don't even have a throat or vocal cords, so how do you make any sounds?"

Faced with Wu Wang's complaints, the owl tilted its head and looked at him with some confusion.

My own cry has always been the same, it hasn't changed.

When did the owner find it strange?

After untying the chains binding the owl.

Wu found a nameplate on its neck.

It clearly says -

This eagle is called a flamingo.

If lost, please return it to Jesse the Witcher at 221 Baker Street, Via Castle.

Thank you very much.

The three short sentences were so full of flaws that Wu Wang didn't know where to begin.

The good news is that I now know where I live.

The bad news was that Wu Wang was worried there would be two more British gentlemen in the house later.

One is called Sherlock Holmes, and the other is called Watson.

As he pondered, he noticed an open space outside the cabin.

There is a stone tablet standing there.

Upon closer inspection, it was clearly engraved with—

The Tomb of Victoria the Witcher

[This is in memory of the heroes who fought to protect the town against the Witch of the Witch]

[A tribute to my most wonderful grandmother – Jessie]

Wu Wang: "..."

Okay, now he's completely figured it out.

The story we're talking about now isn't just about mutated monsters.

Judging from the description of the [Demon Hunter Gun]

These beings, known as "Contamination Demons," appear to be a new race mutated from animals that have been contaminated in some way.

When the Pollution Demon mentioned the [Deep Diver] at the seaside earlier, he was actually starting to lose his composure.

After all, the last time I heard this term seemed to be from a novel by a cult.

Damn it, could it really be the kind of "Deep Diver" I've been imagining?

Now there are witches again.

Am I really a medieval witcher?
Will I fall to my death while going down the stairs?

If I meet someone who is sad and crying, and I invite them to play a game of Gwent, will they suddenly change their sadness and become a Gwent master?

Do I have a badge that vibrates to indicate the presence of a sorceress nearby... oh, this should be a witch.

The above is a tribute to the legendary Witcher, Geralt.

"Alright, we still have to face the witches. Who knows what kind of supernatural powers they have."

While internally complaining, Wu Wang also realized...

The protection mechanism for this instance has now been implemented.

These so-called witches might just be like the security guards in "Fight Back to School" or the waitresses in "Masquerade".

They are both part of the copy.

It is also a mechanism used to prevent players from using violence to force their way through the game.

"There were breadcrumbs in front of the grave..."

"Hmm, it seems that Jessie came to this cabin to pay respects to her grandmother after the hunt."

But why did Jessie hold a memorial service for her grandmother after hunting demons?

Is this some kind of ritual among witchers?
Wu Wang temporarily memorized the unusual occurrences at this place.

He beckoned to the Corruption Demon and said, "Which way is Via Castle? You lead the way."

Upon hearing this, the other party was completely stunned.

Pointing at his face with his sharp claws, he asked in confusion, "Me?"

He had assumed that the other party had brought him out to humiliate him before executing him.

Finally, he dismembered himself in front of his relative's grave as punishment for entering the cabin and using the deceased's clothes without permission.

Unexpectedly, Jessie had no intention of killing him at all.

Instead, they want to take me back to Via Castle?

What's wrong with this Witcher?
Conscience discovered?
Just as the pollution demon was thinking this, its gaze unconsciously shifted to Wu Wang's scarlet cloak and skirt.

He could smell the scent of his tribal leader from above.

It even has the smell of its own father and even its extended family.

They all became animal skin decorations on Jessie's body.

"Ha, how ridiculous. How could such a ruthless witcher suddenly have a change of heart?"

"They probably intend to take me into the castle to show off the spoils of their hunt."

Thinking of this, the Corruption Demon's ears drooped down as its mood soured.

He led the way, looking dejected.

Wu Wang was considering whether he should make some bone broth to nourish his body later.

The undead owl beside it felt a sudden chill run down its spine for no apparent reason.

It sensed that its owner seemed more dangerous than ever before.

Of course, Wu Wang wasn't worried that the pollution demon would deliberately lead him astray.

After all, in the other person's mind, he was still the powerful Witcher Jessie.

How could I not be familiar with the paths in the forest?

What's more, the pollution demon also has a little demon cub in its house.

Then he should get himself out of the forest as soon as possible.

That way, those little devils will have time to escape.

Just then, Wu Wang suddenly looked back.

His gaze was fixed on the bushes behind the cabin in the woods.

Two small, thin pollution demons were watching their father leave under Wu Wang's coercion.

Their eyes were filled with ferocity.

However, another elderly pollution demon held the two little ones down firmly with its claws.

She is the "eighty-year-old mother" mentioned by the pollution demon.

"I'm really looking forward to seeing you again."

Don't run too far!

Wu Wang mouthed these words towards the forest.

Then he turned around, smiled, and followed the big bad wolf toward the edge of the forest.

His words sounded to the three demons, young and old, like Satan issuing a death sentence.

I felt intense hatred, yet also helpless fear.

The Witcher will return and continue slaughtering them.

The old led the young as they retreated deeper into the forest.

His eyes were full of worry and anxiety.

Knowing that there are witchers like Jessie here, why don't the Corruption Demons leave this forest?
Because other places are more dangerous!
Therefore, they could only eke out a living in this forest.

He tried to evade Jessie's pursuit.

Another day of surviving.

Hopefully, these two little devils will survive and grow up...

【ding dong——】

Congratulations! You have earned 10 points.

The moment Wu Wang left the forest.

Suddenly, such a prompt rang in my ears.

As he continued following the pollution demon toward the castle, he pondered why he had suddenly received bonus points.

"According to the original storyline, Jessie is indeed supposed to kill the Big Bad Wolf, and perhaps the Corruption Demon's desperate act before his death might also kill her."

"In short, only one of these two, the human and the demon, should be able to leave the forest alive."

"Now that both sides have survived because of me, the story is starting to change?"

"Would they show mercy to other players as well?"

Wu Wang hadn't forgotten that this was a solo arena instance.

Assume all the players involved are Witcher.

So it's obvious that the more outlandish the story, the more points the person can get.

If a player is initially frightened by the Corruption Demon's ferocious appearance and mistakenly believes the shotgun in the wicker basket is a way to break the game from the dungeon, then...

If the pollution demon were shot dead on the spot.

Those 10 points will never be earned again.

Moreover, the pollution demon might be able to change some things further in the future.

If we kill it prematurely, the loss could be more than just those 10 points.

Moreover, he took him with him when they left the forest and entered the castle.

This leaves more room for the story to be changed.

If we simply let the pollution demon go and allow it to escape back into the forest...

Wu Wang suspected that even with bonus points, it wouldn't reach 10 points.

After all, once the other party escapes, they will definitely hide even deeper, and there will be no further follow-up.

"Just like the description in the dungeon says, it's about letting players rewrite the story of this world."

"Every choice will have a butterfly effect-like repercussions."

After leaving the forest, we walked along a thorny path for a short while.

The two, one human and one demon, saw a magnificent city.

The city wall seemed to rise abruptly from the horizon, erecting an impregnable fortress on this plain.

The gate directly in front of them was so thick it seemed capable of withstanding a dragon's attack, and its surface was covered with spikes the size of bowls.

The moat was so wide that it seemed warships could sail on it, and a strange, multicolored oil film floated on the surface. Occasionally, a few rotten bubbles would burst open, releasing a pungent sulfur smell.

People entering the city are queuing up to be searched by the city guards.

There are also many notices posted on the wall next to the city gate.

The notice featured a figure wearing a witch's hat, a dragon breathing fire, and a short, pointed-eared goblin.

Their icons all have large crosses drawn on them in dark red paint.

It was as if they were forbidding these beings from entering.

"Huh? Why are there so many people over there?"

As Wu Wang was about to join the queue, he was surprised to find a large crowd gathered in front of one of the notices.

Driven by curiosity, he peeked over and took a look.

He couldn't hold back after just one glance.

[A top-tier witcher is hired at a high salary to assassinate Wang Xianzhi, the leader of the Xiankou Gang]

Those interested may enter the palace to discuss details with Queen Via Castle.

[Contact Information - Submit your resume to the Dragon Knight at the west gate of the Via Palace]

Wu Wang couldn't help but complain to the pollution demon beside him:
"I thought I wouldn't be surprised anymore."

"Let's not talk about what this 'salty taste gang' is. I even suspect there's a 'sweet taste gang'."

"The debate over tofu pudding has spread to the magical Middle Ages, hasn't it?"

"I'd like to ask a question—"

"Why is the person with the name Wang Xianzhi in the photo a woman? And a damn black woman at that?"

"Does that sound like a woman's name?"

(End of this chapter)