Black mist descends, and I and the witches take refuge in the dungeon.

To be honest, after the goddess finished speaking, Mil felt a bit of a headache.

The sheer volume of unbelievable news sent chills down Mir's spine.

Why is this world so different from what I imagined?

My own story shouldn't be about traversing a fantasy continent, awakening a system, acquiring god-level talent, being discovered by a mentor, joining an academy, slapping nobles in the face, marrying a princess, participating in a magic tournament, becoming famous, and then going to other maps to see new races.

Will you acquire a lost dragon egg as a pet, marry a rebellious elf princess, gain the favor of a succubus, and then single-handedly pacify the entire continent?

Isn't this the normal script?

Isn't the thing I'm giving myself now a bit too strange?

What are these seven centuries, great civilizations, and chaotic people? What are they trying to achieve by putting all these grand concepts together?

I, Mir, just want to live a normal, wonderful life in another world!

The complaints in my heart turned into exhaustion all over my face.

Seeing that the goddess still didn't speak, Mil took the initiative to speak:

"How should I put it, great goddess, I'm a bit confused right now. I can't participate in these splendid civilizations and grand histories. I just want to know how I can survive in this black fog."

This black fog will shroud us for a very long time. If there is no way to dispel it, I will have no way to survive the moment the soul lamp burns out.

The only way I can think of to survive right now is to find the giant soul lamp and lead everyone out of the area shrouded in black mist.

But clearly, this is unrealistic. We don't know how soul lamps are formed, what materials they are made of, or where to get a soul lamp that big.

The goddess listened to Mil's words and remained silent for a moment before saying:

"I know how the Soul Lamp is formed, but I cannot tell you the raw materials. One day, you will find out."

Mir felt somewhat helpless upon hearing this.

Another riddle teller like him.

"What should I do without the Soul Lamp? Please give me some guidance."

Mil's tone was not disrespectful at all; on the contrary, it was full of humility.

This is a call for people to seek a way to survive, and it's for such a respectable deity. No matter how beastly one is, one wouldn't dare to have any disrespectful thoughts.

Of course, if she was lying to him, then Mir would curse her a million times in his heart.

The Goddess of Light looked at Mil, nodded slightly, and then said:

"You don't need to rush. Remember what I told you before? The source of the black mist is those Outer Gods."

Upon hearing this, Mir pondered for a moment and immediately realized what the goddess meant.

"You mean, you want me to fight the Outer Gods one-on-one? Defeat them, and then make them dispel the black mist?"

The goddess did not speak, but the female body formed from the light trembled noticeably twice, and then she took two steps forward in the direction of Mil.

Seeing this, Mil immediately waved his hand and smiled:

"Just trying to lighten the mood, Goddess. The topic is too heavy, and I'm having trouble breathing, so I'm just joking. I can roughly guess that you probably want to tell me that finding and destroying the statue of the Outer God would stop the Black Mist from advancing, right?"

Or rather, could it be to simply dispel the black fog in this area?

When the Goddess of Light heard what Mir said, the smile that had been on her face returned.

"Fortunately, you're not the stupid person you were just showing. You're very smart and guessed my thoughts right away. What you said is correct."

If you want to dispel the black mist here, you need to find all the Outer God statues and destroy them.

But I must warn you, not every statue is like this one, suppressed by my power, making it so easy for you to obtain it.

Every Outer God statue you encounter afterward could very well cost you your life. Even so, would you still be willing to do it?

Listening to this dialogue, which sounded like an NPC issuing a special quest to a player, Mir could only say bitterly:

"My Goddess, it's not a matter of whether I want to do it or not, but that I have no choice but to do it. If I fail to do this, death will still be waiting for me."

The goddess smiled upon hearing this:

"What if I find other heroes? What if I find other people to destroy the statue? You can hide away and rely on your secret, your secret that even I can't see through, there should be a way for you to survive."

Upon hearing this, Mil didn't think twice and simply retorted:

"My Goddess, firstly, I don't like to entrust my life to others; secondly, my secret doesn't have that ability; and thirdly, I promised the people here to live."

To borrow what you just told me, I agreed to it, that's all.

The Goddess of Light smiled again, nodded, and said to Mil:

"I will tell you the exact location of each subsequent statue with gold threads, but whether you go or not is up to you."

At the same time, I also want to tell you something: there is only one way to destroy a statue.

You need to drip your own blood onto the statue, using your own fate to suppress it.

Even if these statues possess less than one in a billion the power of those Outer Gods, you still have a very high probability of death. With each additional statue, the probability doubles. Even so, are you willing to accept this?

Mil let out a long breath and looked at the goddess:

"Can you please stop saying things that always discourage me? Morale can be easily dampened and lead to a sense of cowardice."

All I can say is that I did my best.

Hearing Mil's answer, the goddess nodded in satisfaction.

"The answer is straightforward: to clear the black fog from this area, you need to destroy three statues. I will tell you the location of the other two statues after you successfully lead everyone to survival."

As for the statue next to you, I will compress it to the size of your palm. You need to place it on your heart and not give it to anyone.

"Now, let's leave quickly. My strength can't sustain this space for the time being. I need some time to rest..."

As soon as he finished speaking, the pure white space suddenly shattered like glass, crackling and splintering before finally breaking apart.

At the same time, Mir's consciousness suddenly returned to the real world.

"Are you spacing out?"

Not a single second had passed in the real world, but Andre Bell, looking at Mil who seemed somewhat dazed, still asked a question.

Hearing Andrebel's words, Mil let out a slight sigh, then a smile appeared on his face:

"Hmm, I've thought of a few things, like ways to dispel the black mist. Once the black mist dissipates, I'll go buy you a pretty dress."