My players are too fierce!

Earth, Jiangnan Province, a car repair shop in a small county town.

As the sun set, the swordsman took off his work gloves, threw his oil-stained jacket onto the chair, and gulped down a mouthful of cheap flower tea.

Business is booming today.

Perhaps it's because the highway in the county is blocked, and vehicles can only travel on side roads.

But this has nothing to do with him.

The swordsman tallied up today's sales and pondered what he could buy for his home.

Should we buy another computer? And replace the graphics card?

His son is all grown up now, and he doesn't want his silly boy to sneak off to internet cafes to play computer games.

To prevent him from going astray like he did when he was young.

beep beep-

My phone rang; it was an unknown number.

"Brother Long..."

I hung up on him and then blocked him.

A quick glance at the forum reveals it's currently empty; the image Awei mentioned hasn't been uploaded yet.

That's true, even if a young girl works hard for a whole day, her output should be quite limited.

Take a shower, cook dinner for the kids after school, and then play a game tonight.

Life is getting better and better.

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Tavern.

The consciousnesses of the six players entered their physical bodies.

The unlucky guy who was the only one to die in the last round, the sullen toad, was there changing into new equipment.

Roland surveyed the five players, excluding the toad, and found them to be in high spirits and good condition, which pleased him greatly.

He took out the dungeon crystal and said in a deliberately low voice, "This fragment of obsession has been fully charged. I need five warriors to go deep inside and purify this fragment."

The dungeon requires charging, and the specific charging time depends on the previous exploration progress and the dungeon type. The higher the exploration progress, the longer the cooldown.

The Doomsday (Part 1) was delayed for almost 48 hours; otherwise, Roland would have sent Hachimedes to risk his life to harvest fuel long ago.

Hakimed pointed to the four people beside him and said bluntly, "The five of us will go down to the dungeon."

Excluding the colorful toad.

He had already discussed it with everyone in the group. This time, he would replace Hama with Awei to see if Awei could take over the role Hama had previously played.

The others had crucial roles in the previous dungeon, so we'll have to make do with the toad for now.

Of course, David felt bad about it and offered to take over his Crazy Thursdays for the entire month.

Roland gave the toad a meaningful look.

"Everything is ready, let's begin."

A flash of red light appeared, and the five people lay sprawled on the ground.

The brightly colored toad, who was still clear-headed, laughed, a wild laugh.

He carried his sword and looked around.

I'm going to find a pen and draw something on the faces of these five bastards.

He slipped over to Roland and stared at the pen on his desk.

"..."

"?"

The toad still wants the favorability of the faction NPCs, otherwise he would have reached out and taken it long ago.

"...Are you very free?"

Roland stared at the toad speechlessly.

"No, no, no, I'll go right now, I'll go clear the area outside..."

"No need," Roland waved his hand, stopping him directly. "I have a more important task for you."

[Exploration Mission: Explore the Secret Passage Underground of the Church of the Rising Sun]

[Reward: 10 Contribution Points]

"Me...me all alone?"

"You don't necessarily want me to come with you, do you?"

"All right..."

The toad shuddered.

He was too embarrassed to admit that he was afraid of the dark.

"Oh, and take this."

Roland picked up a stick with a tattered cloth tied to it from beside the sofa. The tattered cloth was wet and soaked with some kind of grease.

"What I had Emma make, what's it called, uh, the Torch of Hellfire?"

Basically, they had Emma remove the last of the Hellfire bombs on her body and use the fuel inside to make a torch.

The lighting is so-so, probably even worse than an oil lamp on Earth.

We need to get Emma to come up with more inventions in the future, so she won't slack off.

Upon seeing this thing, the toad was so moved that tears almost welled up in his eyes, and his favorability towards the dog planner skyrocketed.

Little did they know, Roland was actually worried that the players wouldn't be able to see clearly in the dark, and that he wouldn't be able to see clearly through the players' eyes either.

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.

The instance, [Doomsday (Part 1)]

Kashima slowly woke up.

What came into view was not the church ceiling, but a military tent.

Two or three wounded soldiers, missing limbs, lay there groaning weakly.

Holy crap, where did I come from?

You can even change your identity? Is this the perk for the second playthrough of the dungeon?

Or is this the use of the favorability bonus from that medal?

They were directly placed into the Imperial camp?

"Doctor! Doctor!"

Marcus, who was as tall as a small giant, led a group of people in and rushed in.

Several wounded people were brought in along with them.

[Pre-loading complete]

[Current Scenario: Doomsday (Part 1)]

[Position: Medic of the Fifth Army]

[Phase One Goal: Stay at Your Post]

Holy crap, I'm not a military medic!

Kashima screamed inwardly, but he still had no choice but to bite the bullet and go up.

To his surprise, the utensils here were quite clean.

I know to sterilize surgical instruments by placing them near a campfire for high-temperature sterilization, I know to wash gauze after repeated use, I know to use anhydrous ethanol...

Although I don't know what's in this metal bottle, it smells very similar.

The entire temporary medical facility exuded a sense of being a blend of primitive and relatively advanced elements.

But no matter how you look at it, it's better than the Middle Ages; at least there was an awareness of aseptic techniques.

"Sigh, I'm doing an internship during the day, and I'm already putting it to use at night," Kashima said with a self-deprecating laugh.

"So, how much longer do we have to hold out?"

"I don't know either, but Commander Marcus said we should wait here for friendly forces to rendezvous."

The wounded soldier's face, though blurred, still revealed his youthful innocence, and his tone conveyed confidence in victory.

Kashima began to chat casually with the soldier in front of him, whose injuries were not too serious, trying to get as much information as possible.

Just then, a bugle call sounded outside the military tent, indicating that the next wave of attack was coming, and gunshots rang out from time to time.

Holy crap, a gun?

As a 21st-century person, Kashima has played quite a few shooting games.

He quickly treated the wounded soldiers in his hands and crawled out of the military tent to take a look.

A curtain of light emanated from the church, enveloping the entire front line.

The soldiers, hiding behind cover, held weapons that resembled bolt-action rifles and fired continuously into the obscured, fog-shrouded area ahead.

The thick fog seemed to be the boundary of this instance, a visible invisible wall.

Just as he was in a daze, soldiers rushed over carrying a stretcher. Instead of going to his tent, they went straight to the church.

The wounded soldier looked like he was going to die.

The chest was completely destroyed, but the exposed, intact heart was still beating slightly.

Suddenly, he seemed to remember something, and his pupils contracted sharply.

He remembered seeing this wounded soldier at the church!

He personally drew his heart's blood!

A strong sense of unease lingered in my mind.

Why didn't he see the army doctor later?

He sensed something was wrong!

Just as he returned to his tent to check if he had missed any information, the moment he lifted the curtain, a strong smell of blood rushed into his nostrils.

"Enemy attack!"

The piercing roar echoed throughout half the camp.