Immortal I Speedrun Supernatural Game

Chapter 353 Oh no, I'm being watched again.

【Gummy Bears】【Lv30】

【Fellow Daoist, please wait】【Lv30】

【Iron Star】

【Shadow】

Under the gaze of the Abyss God's [Vision of Truth], above the heads of the five awakened individuals, the player IDs and levels of four of them appeared.

Let's leave the first two players aside for now.

To Wu Wang's surprise—

The last two characters don't have any level displayed; they only have names.

That guy named "Iron Star"... well, to be precise, he might not be human.

Because this guy was at least two heads taller than a normal adult male, and the sofa was also two sizes bigger than everyone else's.

The bulging muscles rose and fell beneath the skin, their surface gleaming with an eerie, reptilian sheen, yet possessing a cold, metallic quality.

His head was covered by a mask made of some kind of biological bone and metal, and the breathing valve was still spewing out steaming hot air, representing his heavy and powerful life force.

There was also a dreadlock-like hairstyle at the back of his head, with finger bones of different creatures tied to each braid, making a soft clattering sound with each breath and head shake.

Needless to say, the familiar equipment on his body was enough for Wu Wang to immediately recognize what this guy resembled, or rather, what he was most likely to be.

"Holy crap! Predator!"

"Where the hell did I get this? Are there going to be facehuggers later?"

Wu Wang, who was sucking his teeth, turned his gaze to the guy called [Shadow].

These are clearly not human either.

Because he has no physical form at all!

From Wu Wang's perspective, he could even see the texture of the sofa behind the semi-transparent shell of [Shadow]

Its overall body was thin and twisted, and its skin had a sickly grayish-white color, covered with wrinkles and cracks, like an ancient corpse that had been weathered for many years.

The head had no conventional facial features, only a gaping hole covered with serrated teeth, with a few tentacles wriggling along its edges, which was somewhat disgusting.

As for the limbs, the arms are exceptionally long, and the fingers are sharp like claws, resembling a sickle.

It does not have legs, as is the structure of a human.

Instead, it hovered on the sofa in a floating state, with its lower body as empty as a rag bag.

For some reason, staring at it for too long seems to echo with inexplicable whispers, making one feel irritated and emotionally unstable.

Fortunately, Wu Wang's brain was eroded by the delirium of the Abyss God for a long time, to the point of exploding.

The slight mental pollution of this level of 【Shadow】 is like a bedtime story to the Abyss God; it only makes Wu Wang feel sleepy and has no effect on pollution at all.

"Is this a ghost? Ghosts can compete as contestants? Isn't your selection process a bit too lenient?" Wu Wang really wanted to grab Nightmare by the collar and ask him.

But clearly, the weight of a certain statement the other party made earlier is still increasing—

This is a reality show for all realms of existence.

Now Wu Wang and Wang Xianzhi truly realized what it meant to face all the heavens and myriad worlds.

Aside from the audience, it was unexpected that there were non-players among the contestants, but rather creatures from other worlds!
This show is so powerful it's almost unbelievable!

Is it any wonder that the show is prefixed with "spiritual disaster"?

Or perhaps the game "Spirit Disaster" is actually the sponsor behind this show?

So that's how they were able to bring in so many strange creatures from all over the world as contestants?

They had no idea about the other party's background.

Now, another problem faces the fall of Wu—

【？ ？ ？】【？ 】

The last remaining woman did not have any name or rank displayed above her head.

She was sitting directly opposite Wu Wang.

Through the rising flames of the campfire, Wu Wang could clearly see the large witch's hat on the other person's head. Her face was covered by a thin veil that seemed as thin as a cicada's wing, yet inexplicably made it impossible to see through her face.

Wearing a pair of light purple gloves, he was listlessly waving a withered branch.

The tips of those seemingly withered branches would occasionally burst forth with a certain brilliance as the opponent swung them.

Unfortunately, whenever these rays of light were about to fly within half a meter of the other person's sofa, a spark would always rise from the campfire at just the right moment.

Hit the brilliance without bias.

Finally, it collided with the sparks and dissipated into the air, like a tiny fireworks display.

This was the first time Wu Wang had encountered a situation where [Sight of Truth] could not see through a player's ID after evolving.

I was resting in Beijing not long ago.

I can accurately identify the ID and level of every player I encounter.

They have never made a mistake.

Although he made a mistake, Wu Wang still vividly remembers the image of the other party.

Because he had encountered this player before!

After obtaining my appraiser certification at the [Spirit Disaster Square], I was making a living by setting up a stall at the entrance of the [Hall of Justice].

The other person was holding a crystal ball, which scared him so much that he scrambled out of the [Spirit Disaster Square].

She is one of the holders of the legendary item [Excess Data Processing System - Light of Taihu Lake], and also the founder of the Tarot Society, one of the three major organizations of the Spirit Disaster - well, Wu Wang doesn't know her name yet.

"Oh? You know me?"

Just as Wu Wang was feeling somewhat emotional, he realized he hadn't expected to meet the other person in this instance.

The witch actually put down the dead tree branch, looked up, and stared at Wu Wang through the campfire.

He asked with a hint of surprise.

"I don't know her. I just encountered a witch in the virtual world, so I have a bit of PTSD about your outfit," Wu Wang quickly shook his head in denial.

Fortunately, when I was caught, I was using the identity of [Yan Shuangying].

This instance is currently being accessed using the account of the "Widow".

Surely the president of the Tarot Club couldn't possibly recognize him at a glance as the Ultraman Zero she caught at the [Spirit Disaster Square], could she?

However, the next second.

A delicate fragrance wafted into Wu Wang's nostrils, and the figure wearing a light veil appeared less than half a meter away from him.

The witch lowered her head, almost pressing her face against Wu Wang's eyes, and her witch's hat screamed wildly, "Azkaban! Azkaban! This guy must be sentenced to Azkaban, waah..."

Its cries were abruptly silenced when the witch poked it with a dead branch.

The other person tilted their head and squinted, saying, "Wait a minute... you definitely know me."

"At least, that's what the stars in the sky are telling me."

Wu Wang looked up.

Above their heads, besides the pure white ceiling, was only a mummified corpse they had just met, nailed to it in an inverted cross shape.

There are no stars in the sky.

Seemingly sensing that Wu Wang was watching him, the mummified corpse broke free of the iron nails and fell straight into the campfire.

call--

As the mummified corpse fell into the campfire, sending sparks flying everywhere, everyone who had woken up nearby became alert.

However, whether as strong as a Predator or as eerie as a ghost.

No one could get up from the sofa; they could only watch with wary eyes as the flames in the depths of the campfire gradually changed color.

Even the Predator felt a surge of excitement and tension when faced with the unknown.

Wu Wang tried to raise his hand or stand up, but found that a strange force was restricting him like shackles.

At most, I can only twist my neck slightly.

He couldn't help but shout, "Prolonged sitting can cause herniated discs, high blood pressure, and even constipation and hemorrhoids! Can't your production team have a conscience? If I'm constipated, will you give me an enema?"

"Hey, no offense to you, Ghost Bro. You don't even have a butt, so you won't get hemorrhoids. By the way, do you have a herniated disc?"

This statement immediately made the tense atmosphere strange.

Even the Predator couldn't help but turn to look at Wu Wang, wondering if he was really joking or if he had some other intention.

Only Wang Xianzhi, sitting next to Wu Wang, shouted excitedly, "Chairman! Chairman! Over here!"

I never expected to run into my boss in the dungeon. No wonder Wang Xianzhi was so excited.

In her eyes, the guild leader's appearance basically foreshadowed that this dungeon was destined to be thrilling but ultimately safe. That's my lucky charm!
The witch casually raised a branch and pointed it at Wang Xianzhi, whispering:

"Finite Incantatem"

As a ray of light fell upon him, Wang Xianzhi suddenly jumped off the sofa.

The power that restricted others seemed to exist in the face of the witch.

Right! How did the witch get off the sofa and come over here in the first place?
Now, the other four guys besides Wu Wang and Wang Xianzhi looked even uglier.

This reality show focuses on individual competition.

In other words, the more powerful the witch appears now, the more troublesome she will be as an enemy.

Just as Wang Xianzhi, who had regained his mobility, was about to come over and say something to the witch...

The campfire had turned an eerie dark red, even faintly black, which made people feel uneasy.

In an instant, a dark figure emerged from the raging flames.

He was none other than the host Wu Wang and Wang Xianzhi had met before—Nightmare.

He pouted helplessly and said, "I was thinking of one of you who would be scared by me on the ceiling, so I could make a surprise appearance. Why did you have to be the one to spot me first?"

Nightmares were discovered in the virtual world.

This sharp-tongued teenager with strong logical thinking seems to have a much lower fear of the unknown than normal people, and even many non-human creatures do not have his level of indifference.

Most importantly, the entity itself hanging from the ceiling is imbued with a power that instills fear deep within one's soul.

However, Wu was the first to notice him.

It was like looking at a stray dog ​​on the side of the road; I wasn't scared at all.

Interesting...really interesting...

After saying that, Nightmare looked at the witch, who had straightened her bow tie slightly, and said with a smile, "Even if you are that person's agent, please don't break the backstage order at will, okay?"

"Please respect my space."

His smile was somewhat cold.

Upon hearing this, everyone immediately sensed a surge of malice emanating from the depths of their hearts.

It feels like being walked in a jungle and being watched by a wild beast or a venomous snake.

It sends chills down your spine.

It's clear that the host's nightmare power is quite strong, as evidenced by the fact that no one except the witch can break free from the control of the sofa.

Faced with his threats.

The witch shrugged and said, "Don't be so nervous. I'm just here to say hello to a friend and help my favorite assistant untie herself."

"Since you like this kind of boring ritual, then I'll just sit back down."

As soon as she finished speaking, she was back on the sofa.

However, the fact that she crossed her legs proved that she was still not restricted by the sofa.

At the same time, Wu Wang also discovered that the restraints on his body seemed to have inexplicably come off the moment the witch left.

It must have been the witch's help.

He was slightly helpless.

I didn't expect that even though I switched accounts, the other party would still be able to detect the anomaly.

Although she didn't directly recognize him as [Yan Shuangying], if he insisted that he knew her, the president of the Tarot Club would definitely take special care of him.

To be honest, even Wu Wang felt immense pressure.

After all, judging from her current performance, as the president of the Tarot Club, her strength is completely beyond my ability to defeat at this stage.

"Fine, this is a good opportunity for me to see firsthand just how powerful the top tier of players in the Spirit Disaster are." Wu Wang put aside his distracting thoughts.

He began to think about the name Nightmare had just used.

The other party referred to the witch as "that person's agent".

Does this mean that the president of the Tarot Club was once granted an audience, and that she chose to accept it?
The question is whether the other party is an agent of a divine messenger or an agent of some venerable one.

If it's the Venerable One's representative...

Among the special guests in this instance, besides the big boss's test subjects, there are also the test subjects of [Pain] and [Chaos].

If the witch happens to be a colleague of one of them, wouldn't that mean she's also a relative of herself?
What if her superior interferes with her colleagues' efforts to help her? Wouldn't that be like encountering a ghost?

Damn it! People who use connections deserve to die!
Wu Wang hates two kinds of people the most.

One type is those who use double standards, thus affecting the fairness of the game;

One type is people who don't want him to have double standards that affect the fairness of the game.

"Everyone, don't worry about the current constraints. We only need three more contestants before we can officially head to the [Spirit Disaster Fun Show]." Nightmare said with a smile as he watched the witch sit back down.

His gaze then fell upon the group of people who were still fast asleep on the sofa.

Wu Wang glanced over and noticed.

Most of these people are probably not players, but rather dungeon creatures like the Predator and Ghost Guy next to them.

About ten minutes after Nightmare finished speaking, some people started to wake up again.

It's obvious that the flow of time in the virtual world is different from here; after all, it's just a dream.

Otherwise, we can't keep screening year after year.

[Mongolian Top Laner] [Lv15]

【Panda】

【Garganthal】

These are the last three guys to wake up.

Only one of them is a player.

The only thing that puzzled Wu Wang was the level.

Why are level 15 players getting matched with this kind of dungeon? Are there some kind of cheaters?

The appearances of the other two dungeon creatures are also hard to describe.

【Panda】is a black and white animal, resembling a panda from China; 【Gargantul】is a blue-faced, fanged zombie with eyes that seem rather dim-witted, and there's a small zombie in the pocket on his back sizing up the group.

Dude! Isn't this against the rules?
There are two of them!
Wu Wang really wanted to report it to Nightmare.

However, given that the other party had previously revealed the names of the three test subjects to him and even praised his speculative behavior, he was still disappointed.

He reasonably suspected that even if he said it now, Nightmare would think that Gargantuar's behavior was not a problem.

The moment these three contestants woke up, Nightmare's pupils began to turn as black as ink.

The remaining sleeping creatures around them began to bleed from their seven orifices.

Finally, he stopped breathing and his heart stopped beating.

Just like Wu Wang and Wang Xianzhi had seen in the second dream.

They all died in their dreams.

Although Wu Wang had long since become indifferent to the passing of life, he was still moved to see at least dozens of people with player IDs and levels lying buried here.

He still felt somewhat emotional.

Normally, even if the dungeon completion rate is very low, only a few people will die in one run.

Most multiplayer dungeons have only a few participants, and almost none reach double digits.

This time, as the last dungeon before the [public beta], dozens of players have already died before it even officially started.

Damn! Just how difficult is this dungeon?

"Alright! All contestants!"

"Let's step onto the stage of the Joyful Show together! Let's present your excellence and the show's effects to all living beings in the universe!"

After all ten contestants were gathered.

Nightmare opened his arms and caught a microphone-like object out of thin air, shouting his opening remarks in a loud voice, seemingly officially entering host mode.

As soon as he finished speaking, the campfire burned even hotter and its colors became dazzling.

A bronze door slowly rose from the flames, eventually reaching the height of the ceiling.

The heavy doors slowly opened.

The "Disaster Comedy Show" has officially begun...

(End of this chapter)