My players are too fierce!

Sunrise Church.

The group moved quickly forward, crossed the corridor, and headed towards the unexplored area on the right.

[Passing on the Torch: Exploring the Church of the Rising Sun]

Considering this is a tutorial mission for new players, the developers thoughtfully provided a map from Awei's perspective.

Although it is based on their previous explorations.

Roland meant to take a stroll, to retrace the steps we came from.

Hakimed, on the other hand, took the initiative and focused on the idea of ​​a Japanese soldier entering a village and leaving not a single needle or thread behind.

Every room on the first floor must be kicked open and thoroughly searched...examined.

Unfortunately, the Church of the Rising Sun was ultimately just a map designed as a tutorial for new players, and it has limited good content.

Apart from finding a notebook that resembled a diary in the prayer room, the area in front of the last room was mostly filled with building materials awaiting recycling, and a few ordinary zombies missing limbs.

The diary will naturally be taken back and deciphered when Emma returns.

The group searched until they reached the far right end of the area.

The door hung crookedly on the frame, and dents in the door panel indicated that it had been forcibly demolished.

This room is different from the previous rooms; its interior space is several times larger.

It's like a large dormitory.

The difference was that dried black blood was sprayed at the entrance to the room.

The beds were crooked and twisted, many of them overturned and smashed, and there was also a lot of black bloodstains.

The colorful toad sighed softly.

He could roughly guess the fate of the guards at the back door and the local clergy in the dungeon.

The group walked towards the end of the room.

Persistence pays off; the developers finally took pity on the penniless players.

They found a large stove in the room that was completely different from the fireplace.

"What is this?"

"I guess this looks like some kind of furnace?"

Ah Wei said hesitantly.

She had previously drawn inspiration from Japanese fantasy manga, where the saintly figures typically...

Ahem, it's a blacksmith's furnace, it looks something like this.

Hakimed ignored all that and immediately began rummaging through drawers and cabinets.

They all knew that the church was converted from a fortress.

If the rooms in front are barracks, then there must be an armory.

However, if Ah Wei's guess is correct, then this room is probably not an armory.

Armor such as leather armor and arrows are susceptible to moisture, but even more so to sparks.

The blacksmith's workshop is most likely not located near the armory.

He had inspected the cellar; it was used to store grain.

So...

Hakimed looked up at the ceiling.

"Kashima, do you remember that the second-floor library is half the size of the first floor?"

"What? Of course not!"

He got it.

From the outside, the second floor of the church appears to be at least half the size of the first floor.

The library does not occupy the entire second floor.

Marcus's legionary soldiers must have had some military equipment.

Fortunately, they didn't spend too long finding the hidden staircase leading to the armory, but it was hidden and needed to be lowered manually.

Hakimed guessed that the old man had planned to hide the room because he intended to collect some elements, but he had shelved it before the open world collection was finished.

Several people drew lots, and one of them was chosen to pull the ladder with a colorful toad.

The toad swallowed hard, and when it was being lifted up, it told them not to move their hands!

Click—

The toad lowered the ladder, which also opened the closed floorboards.

"Put me down first..."

"ah!!!"

Before the toad could finish speaking, he heard a silent wail echoing in his soul from the second floor, almost shattering his brain!

[Rationality - 20]

[Status: Panic (Sanity depletion +100%)]

The toad was lying on the stairs and took the direct hit!

[Rationality - 10]

The others were further away and were only affected.

Then, some thin, childlike black shadows pounced on the toad and disappeared into his body!

[Sanity -40 (Panic, sanity loss +100%)]

[Sanity -30 (Panic, sanity loss +100%)]

After a wave of shadowy attacks, the toad was sent away.

Fortunately, these shadowy figures seemed to be one-off occurrences, disappearing without a trace after taking the toad.

[Unlock the illustration: Vengeful Spirit]

[Rank 0]

[Skill: Save Me, inflict the torment you suffered in your last moments on the target, tearing the target's sanity apart]

They just wanted to confide in someone.

There is one female zombie dressed in a nun's habit left on the second floor.

His eyeballs were gouged out, his mouth was wide open, big enough to fit several fists, and the flesh on his cheeks was stretched out like rubber.

This thing seems to be specialized in rational attacks, but its physical strength is extremely weak.

Furthermore, it seemed to take a very long time to charge up; by the time the swordsman rushed up to the second floor and slashed it with his sword, it hadn't even had time to unleash a second attack.

[Character Guide: Banshee Unlock Progress, 50%]

Afterwards, the swordsman did not feel sad for the toad's early departure.

"Brothers! We've struck it rich!"

Seven or eight sets of standard imperial soldier leather armor and matching longswords were displayed on it.

Furthermore, due to the unique environment of Deadly Town, there's no question of improper maintenance.

Regardless of whether the clothes fit or not, everyone except Ah Wei, whose size was too much to fit, changed into the new gear.

Ah Wei was so angry that he cursed, "Why can't the equipment in this game adapt to the player model?!"

Upon hearing this, the swordsman comforted him, saying, "It's not that there aren't any, it's just that these are all mortal equipment and can't be adapted to the user."

After saying that, he handed the broken sword in his hand to Awei to look at for a few seconds.

Ah Wei was even angrier, so depressed he was almost withdrawn.

The remaining sets were given to Kashima, who was told to turn back first and leave them at the tavern.

After so many twists and turns, dawn was breaking on Earth, and they had to hurry and check the cellar.

boom--

The group ran to the cellar, and the swordsman kicked open the iron door.

They're in a hurry! They'll accept defeat if there's a boss inside, but they have to finish the exploration mission at least today.

However, the smell of blood alerted the group.

In the cellar, several tattered bags of flour lay scattered about, and in the center lay the carcass of a rat, the size of an adult cow, its abdomen torn open by the claws of some wild animal.

The bloodstains stretched from the giant rat's carcass all the way to the entrance of the open cellar passage.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Earth.

The sky is bright.

In the crowded room, next to a mountain of instant noodle buckets, Ah Wei, who was lying on the computer desk, slowly opened his eyes.

There's a contradictory feeling of being mentally exhausted yet full of inspiration.

The game's quality is so amazing that she can hardly distinguish between reality and fantasy.

But it's not a big problem; she doesn't care about such trivial matters.

She finished drawing the commissions from several long-time clients yesterday, earning enough to cover her living expenses for a month, enough to live on instant noodles.

Now it's her time to create!

Hmm, let's not rush the scenery, let's draw the people first.

Hehe, the village chief of Xinsheng Village, whose butt is glued to the sofa, is actually a tentacle monster in disguise or something...

Hold on! We agreed that it needed to be approved!

Ah well, let's just consider it a sacrifice for great art.

On the CNC board, her strokes were so fast that you could almost see afterimages.

Young male... average height...

What art style should I use for the character's face? A muscular young man from a Korean comic? Jiojio? Or a typical anime/manga style?

Forget it, let's go with the oil painting realism. This game's strength lies in its realism.

Suddenly, her pen stopped.

Hey, what does the village chief of the newbie village look like again? Why can't she remember?