I, the screenwriter, have experienced a resurgence of inspiration.

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Nina's self-awareness seemed to rise from very, very deep water.

That cold, suffocating sense of death still enveloped her.

She will never forget her determination to "live" and her attachment to "life" when her heart stopped.

Even if the dungeon is terrifying, even if she has been tormented by illness for a long time, even if her life is a mess.

She also wanted to live.

You don't need any reason to live.

All she remembers is the endless darkness descending, and then gradually losing consciousness.

[God, I pray to you, I, a poor man, am suffering.]

I don't want to die.

[I don't want to die, I don't want to die, I don't want to die...]

Even if you are Satan, Lucifer, or the devil, please answer the prayers of the poor.

Then, in the mind that had been silent all along, light suddenly fell upon it.

A warm, vast tide, as all-encompassing as a mother's amniotic fluid, enveloped her layer by layer...

Nina was snatched from the clutches of death.

A language she could neither understand nor look at was etched into the depths of her soul.

【The "■■" has arrived.】

You sensed "■■".

【■■】revived you】

[Title Obtained: Resurrected One]

Almost without any explanation, Nina immediately and naturally understood everything:

presence.

A great being, above all others.

It was not the God Margaret worshipped, nor a deity from any ancient text.

He is all-knowing and all-powerful; He is everywhere.

The true supreme being who can control life and death and rewrite the fate of everyone.

He reversed time.

Those who were supposed to die tragically were redeemed.

"Giggle giggle..."

Nina hung her head and frantically bit her thumb, the sound of her teeth hitting her knuckles.

The edges of my nails are pitted and uneven from being chewed.

She was being watched by [■■].

[■■] Descended upon this place, granting her a healthy body and a brand new life.

He has looked at himself

He manipulated himself.

The thrill of being forcibly manipulated by silken threads, witnessing time reversal firsthand, blurring the boundaries between life and death, and toying with death—

Nina couldn't help but tremble at the mere thought of that scene.

Her eyes, hidden beneath her bangs, glared maliciously and resentfully at everyone in the carriage.

Blasphemer!

These blasphemers have absolutely no idea what they have been through!

They showed no gratitude, nor did they tremble and prostrate themselves, praising the greatness of this being!

And those two heretics!

It was the great [■■] who ended death, yet they were chanting the names of other gods.

This is blasphemy.

This is blasphemy.

They are not worthy to know of the Supreme Being!

They should immediately rip out their hearts and offer their loyalty to the Supreme One!

No, no, no, they don't even qualify to be sacrifices!

These foolish lambs!

Two conflicting thoughts battled in her chaotic mind, causing Nina to tremble uncontrollably.

In her anxiety, she bit off her finger.

Blood was gushing from the cut, but the next second, it seemed to come alive and "jumped" back to life.

[Class: Necromancer (Red)]

[Passive Skill: Whispers of Death (You can hear the whispers of wandering spirits.)]

[Active Skill 1: Necromancer (You can stitch corpses together with soul threads, imprison souls, and create your own necromancers. Cooldown: 120 hours)]

Active Skill 2: Necronomicon (You dance with death, unlocking and upgrading necromancy by continuously offering sacrifices.)

- Necromantic Magic One: Death Execution. (Entering the "Death Execution" state grants temporary access to the highest level of dungeon privileges, allowing the containment of all abnormal souls. Duration: 5 minutes. Cooldown: 48 hours.)

Current level: 6

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Career information, and everything about skills, seemed to be etched into her memory from birth.

Nina was burning up.

This is divine grace.

It is proof that I was chosen.

The overwhelming sense of happiness and ecstasy was about to burst her.

My heart was pounding like it was going to explode, and my chest was aching.

She was originally an ordinary person who died in fear, as insignificant as a speck of dust.

Nobody cares, nobody remembers.

But things are different now.

She was chosen by a great being.

She came back to life.

She gained power.

She was no longer that trembling ant.

"HAHA..."

She kept her head down, her shoulders trembling violently.

The laughter was very soft, almost seeping out from between his fingers, fragmented yet frenzied.

happy.

I'm so happy.

Just thinking about it made her tremble with excitement, and she even had difficulty breathing.

She was willing to do anything for the Lord, even offer her heart immediately.

"Oh, darling, are you alright?"

Margaret noticed Nina's unusual behavior and worriedly pulled her trench coat tighter around her.

"Don't be afraid, He will arrange everything."

"Yes, the Lord will arrange everything."

Nina forced herself not to bare her teeth in front of these ignorant lambs.

In her mind, a command was being etched:

Find the hidden materials inside the dungeon, offer them up, and please "■■".

The gods need even more wicked sacrifices.

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Zhao Weilai stood in front of the half-open door, hesitating to reach out his hand.

"Sister Zhao, let me do it."

Mu Xiao stepped forward and was about to look up when Zhao Weilai, who was sweating profusely, stopped her.

"?"

"Zhao, are you alright?"

"Zhao? What's wrong?"

The others cast confused and worried glances at him, but Zhao Weilai couldn't explain the sharp fear that was gripping his mind.

It's as if opening this door will mean death.

"Squeak—"

The next second, the door was pushed open from the other side, and Weng Yang's face appeared behind the door.

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"NIO!"

"Weng Yang!"

Ignoring the surprised and confused looks from others, the two embraced tightly, their faces filled with relief.

"I knew you'd be alright!"

"I saw your tip! 'Ticket'! Great, you're alright too!"

Are Ding Feifan and the others with you?

"Probably not. This train has at least twelve carriages. I think they're probably still behind, but you don't need to worry too much—"

At this point, Weng Yang pointed to the clay figurine amulet hanging around his neck and nodded slightly to Zhao Weilai:

Liu Guilan has been specially recruited as a member of the special investigation team, and she sculpts clay figures every day under the guidance of a specialist.

Every law enforcement officer entering the instance or working on the front lines is expected to be equipped with a clay figure prop.

Of course, Wengyang also has it.

Zhao Weilai turned his head and saw that the priest and Margaret had already begun to pray for the bodies in the carriage.

While the others were piling up the corpses, she pulled Weng Yang aside and whispered to him by the door.

The two quickly exchanged information, including the player's awakened class and certain possible clues.

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"My English isn't very good, and at first none of these foreigners believed what I said, so many of them were eliminated."

Weng Yang put down the baseball bat in his hand, shrugged, and showed no particular emotion on his face:

"To be honest, if I hadn't seen you holding up the train ticket and gesturing through the crack in the door, I might not have made it through the first night."

She had no job, and her chances of survival were far lower than those of Zhao Weilai and the others.

"Take it for now; awakening is just a matter of time."

Zhao Weilai quickly took out a pistol, hid it under his coat, and handed it over:

"The fourth carriage should be the safe zone. At worst, we can save up more points to exchange for life-saving items. Think about Deng Ziwen."

Seemingly thinking of Deng Ziwen's rather bizarre life-saving gadget, the expressions on both of their faces relaxed a little.

"Okay, I'll use my points to buy items and pay you back later."

Weng Yang wasn't being pretentious at all. Life and death were unpredictable in the dungeon, and the people he met were all acquaintances he had risked his life for, so there was no need for fake politeness.

Moreover, unlike Zhao Weilai, she doesn't have backpack compartments or weapons for protection.

Guns may not be able to deal with ghosts and monsters, but they can be used against some living people with ulterior motives.

In dungeons, dangers aren't just limited to ghosts and monsters.

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"Weng Yang and Zhao Wei have met up, and the executor has been chosen."

Song Mo let out a heavy sigh, glanced at the depleted remaining script points, and his face fell:

What does it mean to go back to square one overnight?

The screenwriter must be feeling terrible.

"Crunch, Master... Crunch... Is there anything you need Ah Yan to do? Crunch—"

Next to her, Ah Yan, holding a plate, was obediently chewing on snacks, while the headless knight's remains on the plate were still emitting black smoke.

"No need... wait a minute."

Song Mo remembered that she really did have something that needed Ah Yan and Ah Zhu, the twin vengeful ghosts, to do.