My players are too fierce!

Not long ago, in Dead City, in the underground culvert of the Church of the Rising Sun.

The toad, holding a torch of ghost fire, stood at the entrance of the culvert, unsure whether to go in or back, its legs trembling.

He now truly understood how precious the fire in the tavern's fireplace was.

The eerie green light gave him no sense of security.

Instead, they were like highlighted markers on a mission, shouting at the abominations lurking in the shadows, "Come and eat me!"

[Sanity: -20 (Low level +33%)]

The current environmental erosion is too severe; players are advised to level up before attempting the challenge!

Gollum—

He swallowed hard, thinking that since he was a player, what was there to be afraid of in dying!

only...

No jumping around or anything like that!!

[WARNING! The reward for this mission is based on the exploration progress. The minimum reward is 20 contribution points, with no upper limit.]

There's no other way.

It's just death!

"I'm not afraid of death..."

"I'm not afraid of death..."

Not daring to stop and wipe the cold sweat from his forehead, he used his half-weak legs to feel his way upstream along the waterway beside him.

Of course, he didn't choose to follow the bloodstains left by the dragging of the giant rat's carcass in the cellar; instead, he chose the exact opposite direction.

The worst thing you can do in a horror game is to do something reckless.

If you know there are tigers in the mountains, why run into mountains you already know about?

His idol wasn't Wu Song, but Ximen Qing!

Besides, he wasn't there to fight, although he knew he probably couldn't kill that thing that could easily slaughter cows and giant rats.

We walked along the waterway for a while.

He vaguely sensed that something was strange.

Why is this sewer unusually quiet?

It could even be described as deathly silent.

Not a single mouse or cockroach was seen.

Strange things!

He instinctively gripped the torch in his hand, then swung it sharply behind him!

There was nothing there.

He felt a breeze on the back of his neck and thought something was following him.

He turned around abruptly again and flicked the torch.

Good, it's safe for now.

call...

He finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Maybe it's the wind...

What else can we do if it's not him?

Blanched!

Perhaps he was gradually getting used to the oppressive, terrifying, and deathly silence, because his pace quickened slightly compared to before.

After turning the next corner, he came to a crossroads.

In the middle of the crossroads, a sword emitting a faint glow is stuck in a puddle.

Beautiful and mysterious, it's practically the epitome of a mysterious item in an otherworldly adventure.

Take it...take it...

A series of whispers kept coming from my ear.

The toad's feet unconsciously moved towards the sword.

Take it...take it...

Suddenly, the toad's eyes regained their clarity.

For no other reason than that he saw something dripping from the ceiling.

Excuse me, I'm sorry to bother you.

[Out of State: Seduction]

[Sanity -15 (Low level +33%)]

Status: Panic

I dared not look up, afraid of disturbing that thing.

He stepped back to the wall, touched it with his hand to confirm that it was cold tile and not a warm piece of meat, and then stuck it on.

Oh, the cold tiles are so reassuring.

Then, little by little, it shuffled along the wall and left the intersection.

At the same time, he heard an indescribable roar and the sound of flesh being torn apart behind him.

He shivered, but luckily he ran fast!

If he had been like the protagonist in those horror movies, constantly dawdling, he would be the one being torn apart by the crazed monster right now, wouldn't he?

How terrifying!

We walked a little further ahead.

The task reward has reached 15 contribution points, and the prize pool is still accumulating.

So far, he hasn't encountered a single monster that has attacked him, which has put him at ease.

Or is this map just meant to scare people?

No real threat?

This designer is terrible!

However, he did not expect to be proven wrong so quickly.

That was an area that could be considered open-air.

The crimson moonlight pierced through layers of smog and through the grid-like iron fence, casting shadows like a prison over a waterway.

Just as the toad continued along the waterway, a strange thing jumped out from the shadows where the moonlight couldn't reach!

A rat-headed, human-bodied creature, wrapped in rags, wielding a homemade blade made of metal stuck in a piece of wood, howling as it tried to stab him to death.

[Rationality - 5]

Good grief, I can't beat others, but I can't even beat a rat-man?

Realizing what had happened, the toad took a step back to create distance, then swung the torch—

It hit the rat-man's head squarely.

Even if a toad is not good at fighting, it can still be compared to a swordsman.

He cleared out so many zombies yesterday, so he still has some strength!

Although it's not much.

Perhaps it's because the raw materials for making the ghost fire torch and the ghost fire bomb are the same thing, and its advantage is not in lighting, but in burning.

The ratman was set ablaze, howling as it fell into the waterway.

Then, to the toad's astonishment, several tentacles emerged from the water and forcefully dragged the rat-man, who was trying to climb ashore, back down.

The toad never saw the rat-man float up again.

Fortunately, he didn't have a relapse and jump into the water at the beginning.

He secretly rejoiced.

[Unlock the illustration: Ratman]

[Rank: 0]

[Type: Flesh and Blood, Alien]

[Skills: None]

If you see one rat-man in your house, it means there are at least a thousand rat-men hiding in the corners.

Brother, you're a bit useless. At least a zombie has one skill.

He shook his head and continued walking.

The fear brought on by the environment had numbed him somewhat; at least his legs weren't weak anymore.

[Notice! Your reward has accumulated to 20 contribution points and can be claimed!]

We recommend returning via the same route.

Return the way you came?

Dream on.

The task prompt amused the toad.

Putting aside the fact that the battle just now messed up his sense of direction.

Besides, it was so dark all the way, he had to rely entirely on his intuition to feel his way around the walls, how was he supposed to find his way!

He is now on a long, straight road.

He walked on with his head down, and at the next bend, he saw a staircase leading upwards.

And below those steps, there were about a dozen rat-men, densely packed together.

Oh my god, he's disturbed the mouse nest!

Just run away!

However, as soon as he turned the corner, he saw a huge white spider web waiting for him.

A multi-armed humanoid creature with the lower half of a spider and the upper half covered in oily green eyes was lying on its web, waiting for him to walk right into its trap.

Will you jump into the sewer and be blown to pieces by the tentacles, or be killed by the spider demon...?

Unfortunately, there was no time to choose; he ran straight into the spider web and was unable to move, like a stuck mouse.

That’s it.

-

The lobby of the tavern.

After sorting out what the toad had gone through along the way, Roland had nothing to say.

Although he was eventually captured by the spider demon and had to be held captive for a whole night before he could die, which made him a little stressed, overall it was pretty good.

At least he saw that the ecosystem of the culvert was dominated by flesh and blood and alien monsters. The toad even gave him a picture book and told him about a building connected to the culvert.

That's really impressive; it has far exceeded his expectations.

"Roland! Come and discipline your troops!"

Just as Roland was organizing the information about the underground canal, Emma, ​​who was surrounded by five young players, let out an angry roar.

Even Ah Wei was staring at Emma's cat ears, blushing furiously.

White cat girl...I want to pet her...

When Awei logged on yesterday, Emma had already gone back, so he missed her.

Today marks the first time Emma has met Emma.

Roland, having figured it out, sighed inwardly, "No wonder."

Then they put the flintlock pistol and Emma's translation service together on the store page.

Then he kicked everyone offline.

The world is peaceful now.