My players are too fierce!

The twisted and hideous creatures behind them were rapidly approaching.

Their mission appears to be solely to slaughter the living; the other refugees will not be able to linger for long.

David Day slammed the cellar door shut and locked it.

"Tsk."

You can now experience a real "death".

He pulled a lump of black coal from his pocket, leaned it against the stair railing, and threw it out.

"Fellow countrymen! I'm here! Come and kill your grandpa!"

Those madmen seemed to pause for a moment, as if using distorted thinking to judge why some rats not only did not flee, but dared to launch a counterattack.

We must strike hard!

"Ahhhhh—"

A roar that seemed to come from nowhere rang out, and seven or eight madmen in the central hall gathered together, carrying the remains of the victims, and dissolved.

Literally, it means to dissolve or reshape.

It's as if an invisible hand is using this mixture as raw material to mold clay.

A thing with only a rough human shape took shape in a mixture of flesh and metal.

"My goodness..."

[Sanity -15 (+50%)]

The task of attracting attention has been accomplished.

The wind is strong, let's get out of here!

Bang!

A fleshy tentacle was stuck where David Day had just stood.

A flying stone cut his face, and it stung.

It startled him!

He admitted that he had spoken a little too loudly.

The mission was triggered the instant his feet touched the ground on the second floor.

[Second Stage Task: Read "The True Names of Demons"]

There are many bookshelves here. The room is structured as a large room with a red carpet running from the stairs to the end, leading to a brazier that resembles an altar.

The fire in the brazier was almost extinguished, with only a faint wisp remaining.

They weren't even afraid the books would catch fire; the person who designed this place was quite daring.

Hmm, let him think about where that thing mentioned before was.

He brought up the task panel, which only had one completed task entry.

Damn, did they spend all the money they made on this game to feed the programmers? They couldn't even afford a professional game designer?

There are no task records or task texts!

Damn it, when will we ever find those 20, 30, 40, or 50 bookshelves?

Behind them, the monster's roar grew louder and louder, and the sound of its tentacles sliding closer and closer.

It seemed as if they had heard his inner complaints, or perhaps the planner realized the flaws in the design.

A pale blue light shone among the countless bookshelves, like a streetlamp guiding the lost.

Hey!

Although David Day isn't exactly a pro, he still understands these tricks of the trade.

He ran over excitedly, tiptoed, and took down the glowing quest item.

The moment he touched the book, he thought he was touching a teenage girl.

Stop!

I dare not think about it too much.

As he took the book down, in a blind spot where he couldn't see, an eye opened.

Read it... Read it...

He was hungry!

On the smooth paper, the oil paintings depicting various distorted entities are so vivid, they seem to be alive.

Beside the illustration, some kind of red, tadpole-shaped text used for annotation is collectively trembling.

The sound of pages turning filled the air.

David Day was sweating profusely with anxiety.

Damn it, why isn't the mission notification appearing yet?!

Meanwhile, the eye on the book cover was filled with doubt.

Something's not right.

Why is this person unaffected?

Um...

Oh, I understand.

The tadpole-like characters twisted into a ball, and then formed another symbol with a completely different style.

Unfortunately, David Day flipped through the book like he was looking at a comic book, and didn't notice the changing text at all.

He thought the book was originally written with different symbols!

The script changed several times.

David Day is unaffected.

A scarlet tentacle rose up like a cobra, and its bud-like head slowly opened.

he——tui——

The tentacle bud sprayed out a ball of scarlet liquid, which splashed onto a blue barrier.

sizzle-

Nothing happened.

This really angered the book.

You've been starving for days, and finally a delicious meal is delivered to your door, only to have a madman try to steal it from you.

They'll even spit in your food and on your clothes!

How can we tolerate this?!

But then again, it's something we really have to endure.

His current condition is not good, and it's not just a matter of being hungry for too long and waiting.

Furthermore, because He is currently in a sealed state, without a slave to control, He cannot even muster one-tenth of His strength.

David Day was engrossed in turning the pages of the book, completely unaware of the undercurrents of conflict unfolding behind him.

Blanch!

He thought it was a bug in the game, and he was so angry that he cursed loudly and even had the urge to throw the thing in his hand on the ground and stomp on it a few times.

He never considered that it was because he was illiterate.

My eyes in the book are numb too.

He tried every type of writing system recorded in the spirit world, but nothing worked.

Is this person illiterate?

He was truly at his wit's end, so he had to expend a tiny bit of his power to connect with this idiot's brain.

Build a bridge of wisdom, pour words into his mind, and give the illiterate a basic education.

He really didn't want to use this method because it would damage the mount's brain, significantly shorten its lifespan, and be extremely inefficient.

[Sanity -20 (+50%)]

[Warning! Your sanity is too low!]

Ok?

Have you received any feedback?

David Day saw the pop-up notification and thought it was because he had turned the book.

I'm not afraid of dying, I'm afraid of not getting any feedback.

He'd be really troubled if there were a genuine bug.

He was stunned.

He didn't know why he couldn't find the fool's soul.

Or rather, this fool's soul is a pile of sand.

He is not a demon specializing in the soul; He is merely a book, incapable of building bridges on sand.

More and more tentacles surrounded David Day.

All the flower buds have opened.

He was angry.

What a bunch of clueless idiots!

Can't you see He's annoyed?

Pale blue ripples slid across, and the tentacles vanished.

Is it really necessary to resort to that move...?

The eye on the book cover was faintly glistening with tears.

"...Table of Contents, Chapter 1, Section 1..."

Seemingly to ensure that the fool would not resist, He chose the voice of one of His previous mounts.

He is unclean!

If this gets out, how will He ever have the face to live in the spirit world again!

David Day stopped turning the pages of the book.

A soft, seductive sound reached my ears.

What's this for? Is it an audiobook?

This game is so intelligent! It even has voice chat!

[Second phase of the mission completed: Read "The True Names of Demons"]

The second phase of the mission has been completed!

[Entering the Third Stage: The Final Chapter]

David Day had a smile on his face when he first saw the mission notification, but suddenly—

[Sanity -20 (+50%)]

Current sanity level: 0/100

[You are dead. What killed you was cognitive filter overload.]

[Number of players remaining in the current instance: 3]

His smile froze on his face.

Subsequently, the body in the replica turned to ashes.

"No!!!"

Clang—Clang—

Two bells rang out from an unknown place.

Downstairs, the monster had vanished as if erased by an eraser.

boom--

At the same time, a huge explosion was heard from the basement.

[Number of players remaining in the current instance: 0]

[All players have perished]

[Dungeon Challenge Failed]

[Current dungeon exploration progress: 60%]

[Minimum reward settlement threshold met, reward settlement in progress...]