Immortal I Speedrun Supernatural Game

Chapter 341 Run! The Congee Bar is attacking!

Aside from these past events, the content is basically about how Jessie killed the Corruption Demon to obtain hair.

The records are very detailed.

The technique was superb.

There are even fucking hand-drawn illustrations.

Wu Wang suspected that it wouldn't be an exaggeration to use this thing as an animal anatomy medical book.

It's worth mentioning that Jessie's Wolf Hunter Gun was obtained from a goblin.

Goblins are a race that is quite skilled in metallurgy in this magical medieval setting.

Even now, Jessie is still very grateful to the woman who lost the gem.

Although she was beaten up for no reason because of the other party.

But everything he has now was obtained by selling those gems.

"Therefore, Jessie's normal storyline should be a lifelong, relentless battle with the Corruption Demon and the Witch."

"Until she is killed or too old to lift a gun."

“Very good, this is not the story of a witcher, but the story of a fur middleman making his fortune.”

Wu Wang nodded to himself, memorizing Jessie's original trajectory.

If you want to change the story, the first step is to deviate from the normal trajectory.

Then he turned his gaze to the Corruption Demon.

That ambiguous smile made the Corruption Demon, who was two heads taller than Wu Wang when he stood up, tremble all over as if he were being targeted by some kind of demon.

He never saw Jessie put down her shotgun from beginning to end; even when she was flipping through her diary, she was brandishing the gun and looked completely unfathomable.

"Are you... are you going to kill me?"

The pollution demon's voice trembled slightly.

He was clearly much taller and bigger than the witcher, but for some reason he just couldn't muster the will to fight back.

It was as if something was branded deep within my soul, constantly warning me—

If I make a move now, I will die.

In response, Wu Wang shrugged and said, "Why would I kill you? To skin you and sell your fur? Have you ever looked at your own fur? It's been so long since you've taken care of it. It's dull and even has some split ends. What kind of quality can you sell it for?"

"Brother, doing business is all about integrity."

"I can't ruin my own reputation."

Upon hearing Wu Wang's words, the veins on the Pollution Demon's forehead bulged slightly.

Do you want to listen to what you are saying?
Why is my fur so dull?
Don't you really know the answer?

That's all because I'm constantly on edge, just trying to escape!
Are you suggesting we poor, deformed beasts have to groom our fur while we're running away for our lives?

You're actually complaining about it now?
"Then...what do you plan to do with me?"

Although he was very angry, the Corruption Demon could only ask Jessie timidly.

Wu Wang's eyes fixed.

He grinned and pointed out the window.

That area corresponds exactly to the location of the Via Castle Royal Palace.

"Of course, I want you to help me take orders."

"Let's go assassinate Wang Xianzhi!"

【ding dong——】

Congratulations! You have earned 15 points.

When Wu was about to perish, he said this.

The leaderboard notification reappeared.

Clearly, in Jessie's normal life trajectory, she wouldn't give up the hunt for the Corruption Demon and the Witch and instead take on Queen Via's mission to assassinate a salt smuggler.

This story begins now.

It has already veered off course into an even more bizarre direction.

The pollution demon was somewhat bewildered: "Why do I have to go with you?"

"Because you're the amazing little gadget we'll be using later," Wu Wang said cheekily.

He then pointed his shotgun at the other man's head.

His tone became gentler.

"Go open the door, or I'll shoot your brains out and use your fur as a rug."

Faced with this rogue's threat.

The pollution demon could only come to Wu Wang once again.

He opened the door and walked dejectedly toward the direction of the Via Palace.

The palace is situated in a location that overlooks almost the entire Via Castle.

Like a high-ranking noblewoman looking down with disdain at those who fawned over her.

Its west gate also faces the direction of the slums.

They euphemistically call it—"Giving anyone a chance to pledge allegiance, even if they are just a poor person."

The notice board outside the city clearly states the instructions.

Submit your resume to the Dragon Knight at the west gate of the Via Palace.

It seems this place should be a place where education is accessible to all.

However, when Wu Wang and the Pollution Demon arrived at Ximen.

They discovered that the knight guarding the city gate was dozing off.

He looked rather old, with his temples completely gray.

Is this guy the Dragon Knight?

Where's the dragon? I can't see it.
Doesn't this look more like an old man taking a nap at the entrance of a village?

With a slight sense of unease and doubt.

Wu Wang stepped forward and knocked on the table.

He began, "My esteemed knight, I have a resume I would like to give you."

Dragon Knight: "..."

The other person seemed to have no intention of waking up at all.

He was still fast asleep, snoring loudly.

This prompted Wu Wang to point his gun at the Corruption Demon.

"Go and whisper in his ear."

Roar--

The pollution demon puffed out its chest and let out a beastly roar.

It's hard to imagine how a crocodile's mouth could produce such a deafening roar, like a tiger's.

Even this commotion alerted the guards inside the West Gate.

They all turned to look outside.

The dragon knight was still snoring and hadn't woken up.

I don't know whether to say he's carefree or just incredibly skilled and daring.

If it really was an attack by a wild animal.

This guy deliberately pretended to be dead.

"Cough cough cough, my friend outside the city!" A guard standing on the west gate of the city wall shouted down, "Shouting won't do any good, you have to pat him on the shoulder to wake him up!"

What strange quirk?

Wu Wang frowned and patted the dragon knight on the shoulder as instructed.

The sleeping Arhat woke up with drowsy eyes.

Seeing Wu Wang dressed as a demon hunter.

He immediately realized that he had come to submit his resume and assassinate Wang Xianzhi.

He then pointed to the sword at his waist.

He then pointed to Wu Wang's hands.

Finally, I rubbed my neck with my hands.

He opened his mouth and said, "Aba aba aba aba..."

These actions and indistinct voice almost made Wu Wang laugh out loud.

Damn it! You're the deaf knight?!

No wonder I couldn't wake him up!
It turns out he couldn't hear people talking at all!
The guards on the city wall, barely suppressing their laughter, explained, "What he means is that if you want to accept the Queen's commission, you have to defeat him first. You two duel now, and if you win, you can go in; if you lose, you'd better tuck your tail between your legs and get out of here, hahaha!"

"Don't blame us for not warning you, although this old man can't speak, his hand skills are quite remarkable."

"Did you see the fingers by the west gate?"

Wu Wang looked in the direction he pointed.

I found a row of fingers stacked up in a rather secluded corner near the door.

I estimate there are about twenty of them.

"The loser of the duel will have one of his index fingers cut off as a warning."

"These were left behind by those poor bastards from the slums who wanted to make a name for themselves in the palace."

"Don't underestimate those poor bastards; when they fight, they're more ferocious than any wild beast you've ever seen!"

"Even so, no one has ever been able to enter the palace without being struck by that old man's sword."

"Think it over carefully before you speak."

After all, this commission was issued by the Queen.

The people recruited were mostly witchers from Via Castle.

If they lose a finger, hunting will be much more difficult.

If hunting is inconvenient, the amount of contaminated demon flesh and fur offered as tribute to the royal palace will have to be reduced.

It should be noted that although the pollution demon is called a demon...
In reality, it still falls under the category of animals.

Their meat, like their appearance, is a blend of the best qualities of various animals.

It's the kind of food that would make you feel happy even if you ate it raw.

The guards understood this point as well.

That's why I reminded Wu Wang that if he wasn't prepared, he could simply leave now.

If it were those poor slum dwellers who came here...

They couldn't be bothered to remind them.

Those poor people will only choose to give up when they feel the pain.

There were already nobles in the palace who wanted to close the passage to the west gate.

Unfortunately, the plan to "give the poor a chance" was decided by the first king. He said that this would motivate the poor to work, and they would work with anticipation, hoping to change their lives through their own efforts, thus making them more efficient.

But should we really let those poor wretches pollute the palace's pristine white tiles?
Of course not.

Therefore, all we need to do is give them something to look forward to.

The only way to get in has long been blocked.

Poor bastards who haven't received military training.

How could one possibly win against a battle-hardened knight in a one-on-one duel?
In particular, this deaf knight is rumored to have participated in the battle against a dragon.

His ears were deafened by the roar of the dragon at close range.

"A one-on-one duel, right? Do we need to count down? Like, one, two, three before we start, a Western cowboy showdown?" Wu Wang asked the guard, looking up at him.

The other party shook their head, indicating that there weren't that many rules.

"You can make your move anytime this old man wakes up."

The guard had barely finished speaking.

They saw that Wu Wang not only did not make a move, but instead knelt down on one knee towards the west gate with a look of fear on his face.

This is the etiquette for dealing with nobles.

The deaf knight could not hear.

But he immediately understood when he saw Wu Wang's actions.

Most likely, the west gate behind him would open, and a nobleman would emerge.

So the deaf knight immediately turned around.

Let's see which nobleman will appear at this time.

However, the guards on the city wall could see it clearly.

The city gate was not actually opened.

Wu Wang, kneeling on one knee, was killed the moment the deaf knight turned around.

He began leisurely loading the shotgun.

Then aim at the deaf knight's head from behind.

"Hey! Old man! What are you looking at? Your enemy is right in front of you!" the guard couldn't help but shout to remind him.

But the deaf knight couldn't even detect the roar of the Corruption Demon.

Where could one hear the other party's reminder?

boom--

A bullet was fired from the shotgun in Wu Wang's hand.

The deaf knight, who was still posing to welcome the nobleman, suddenly got an erection.

The hole and bullet hole in the back of his head indicated that he was no longer able to fight back.

"What are you babbling about?"

"Old man, times have changed."

Wu Wang curled his lip, walked over, and pushed the still-standing corpse over.

He casually kicked the pile of fingers on the ground away.

He looked up and smiled, "Can I go in now?"

His actions alerted the guards, who raised their spears and muskets.

He coldly rebuked, "Who gave you permission to use a gun! And with such a despicable sneak attack!"

Wu Wang frowned in confusion at this.

He pointed to his red animal-hide cloak, then to the corrupted demon behind him.

Puzzled, he replied, "Then let me ask you, let me ask you."

"Am I a demon hunter? Don't you need a hunting rifle to hunt?"

"The Queen hired us to assassinate Wang Xianzhi, right? Doesn't an assassination require a sneak attack? You can't expect me to take down the entire Xiankou Gang head-on, can you? That's the berserker's creed, not the assassin's creed."

"I'm here to apply for the job of Ezio! Not Kratos, the God of War!"

His barrage of questions left the guard speechless.

Upon closer reflection, it seems to make a lot of sense.

The way he deceived the deaf knight and the decisiveness with which he fired both proved to them that he was an excellent witcher.

Or rather, an excellent assassin.

It seems that it really does meet the Queen's requirements.

This is more intuitive and effective than any resume.

So the guards asked Wu Wang to wait a moment.

He needs to report the situation here to the Queen before he can decide whether to allow Wu Wang to enter the palace.

The guards returned shortly afterward.

With a look of utter helplessness, he opened the west gate and said through gritted teeth, "I'll take you to speak with the Queen. Remember, don't wander off in the palace!"

Why was he so angry?
Of course, it's because after the deaf knight died, there was no one to guard Simon's position.

Those poor people may feel that their hope of changing their lives has increased again.

They'll continue to come here and cause trouble.

At that time, the nobles might even transfer these guards from the West Gate to take over the deaf knight's job of guarding the gate.

This little red hat caused the guards a lot of trouble for no reason.

Of course he was unhappy!

Wu Wang shrugged; he didn't care about any of that.

Meanwhile, the pollution demon beside it clenched its tail even tighter.

No one cares why the Corruption Demon is here, or why he's following the Witcher.

Perhaps to those in the palace, a witcher raising a corrupted demon is like an ordinary person raising a rabbit.

After all, in their eyes, the Contaminated Demon was just a good source of meat.

They are not real monsters like witches and dragons that can cause massive destruction.

It is precisely because of this indifference.

This puts even more pressure on the pollution demon.

Human society...

It's even more terrifying than the jungle.

After entering the palace.

Led by the guards, Wu Wang and the Pollution Demon walked through a long corridor.

However, the sculptures and murals around the corridor made him somewhat silent.

Without exception, all the sculptures depict exquisitely beautiful legs.

The soles and toes, in particular, are carved with remarkable realism.

It looked as if it had been chopped off a living person.

These legs vary in size, thickness, and even skin tone.

The murals are all depicting feet wearing stockings.

Black, white, fishnet, pantyhose, thigh-highs, ankle socks...

"This is the grassy area of ​​an internet cafe, is this a royal palace?"

"Has the Congee Bar already reached the dungeon world?"

Wu Wang didn't understand the king's XP, but he respected it.

In fact, he respects everyone's XP.

After all, in this world full of magical realism, mentally healthy people seem to be the truly unhealthy ones.

As he walked, he suddenly pointed to a blank sheet of paper with only a frame and no content, and asked:
What color are the stockings here?

The guard's expression turned somewhat strange.

He said cautiously, "This is a masterpiece created by the famous designer Big Pinkie Pie specifically for the King—"

"The feet that only the wise can see."

"Can't you see the color of the stockings in this painting?"

The guard asked the question cautiously because he was worried that Wu would ask him what color the painting was.

Because the guards really couldn't see what the painting was about.

But he didn't want to admit that he was a fool.

Wu Wang: "..."

Alright, let's just keep quiet and move on.

Everyone in this instance world is mentally unstable.

He was afraid that he might not be able to resist leaving a footprint of his size 42 shoe sole on the guard's size 43 face.

What I fear even more is that the other person's reaction isn't anger.

Instead, it was an expression of pure enjoyment.

Who knows if XP, the guard in this palace, has also been corrupted by the king?

Damn it, why should I reward you!

Just as Wu was engrossed in advancing.

Suddenly, someone blocked his way.

Upon seeing this, the guards immediately knelt down and respectfully greeted the king, saying, "Greetings, Your Majesty!"

Huh? The moderator of the porridge forum is here?

Wu Wang looked up.

The first thing that catches the eye is not the king's majestic appearance, or the bloody severed leg he is carrying.

It was his long, jewel-like blue beard that stood out.

This unique color made him appear more noble than others.

【ding dong——】

Congratulations! You have earned 15 points.

Clearly, this king is also an important figure who can change the course of the story.

After all, considering their current status.

He could decide Jessie's life or death with a single sentence.

However, the first thing the other party said made Wu Wang lose his composure.

"Your legs look quite strong and powerful; they're a rare gem among women's legs. May I cut them off and put them in my collection room?"

(End of this chapter)