A bizarre and terrifying experience; I messed up the dungeon world.

"Are you out of your mind?" Zhou Lang asked.

Han Yingying was stunned.

"I pushed him down. What's it to you?" Zhou Lang bypassed Han Yingying and faced the bald man directly. "Besides, I hate it when people block my way."

Zhao Qiang chimed in from behind, "Exactly! Who's Brother Lang afraid of? You bunch of bald guys, let's see what you're made of outside the safe zone!"

Enraged, the bald man reached out to grab Zhou Lang's collar.

A system warning sounded over the square.

[WARNING: Fighting is prohibited within the safe zone. Violators will be eliminated.]

The bald man's hand froze in mid-air. He gritted his teeth and withdrew his hand.

"Fine. You've got guts. Let's see if you can hide in the safe zone forever and never leave." The bald man said threateningly, then turned and left with his men.

The crowd dispersed.

Han Yingying looked at Zhou Lang, her heart filled with mixed emotions. She had originally prepared herself to face it alone.

"Let's go, log off." Zhou Lang didn't linger, brought up the system panel, and selected to exit.

Zhao Qiang followed closely behind.

Han Yingying stood there, looking at the spot where the two had disappeared, her eyes stinging with tears. She took a deep breath and pressed the exit button.

The alarm clock rang.

Han Yingying sat up in bed. Her pajamas were soaked with cold sweat.

She had an extremely long and chaotic dream. In the dream, she was wearing a long black robe and sitting on a throne made of bones. Below the throne, countless strange and eerie creatures lay prostrate on the ground, trembling.

She rubbed her temples, trying to clear her thoughts. Since entering the bizarre world, her physical abilities had greatly improved, but this strange dream was a first for her.

She walked to the window and drew back the curtains.

It's 2 a.m. The streetlights are flickering on and off, with an extremely irregular frequency.

Not right.

Han Yingying changed into casual clothes, grabbed her keys, and went out.

The hallway reeked of a fishy stench. Black, slimy substance clung to the walls.

She slowed her pace and walked down the stairs.

As I reached the corner on the second floor, a dark shadow swooped down from the ceiling.

It was a huge canine-like creature, covered in fleshy growths, with no eyes, only a giant mouth full of fangs.

How can there be strange things in the real world?

Han Yingying reacted extremely quickly. With a flick of her right hand, the short sword she had obtained from the dungeon appeared in her grasp. She sidestepped the attack and, with a backhand slash, sliced ​​open the monster's abdomen.

Black blood gushed out. The monster let out a wail and vanished into thin air as a wisp of black smoke.

She sheathed the dagger and looked at the slime stains on the ground.

An eeriness has descended upon reality. This is not a good omen.

The images from her dream flashed through her mind again: the creeping, eerie creatures, the intricate rules of the dungeon. She found herself instinctively familiar with these things, as if she had once created those rules herself.

She took out her phone and dialed Zhou Lang's number.

Half an hour later, at a 24-hour food stall on the outskirts of the city.

Zhou Lang was eating stir-fried rice noodles. Zhao Qiang sat opposite him, sporting dark circles under his eyes, vividly describing how he had just seen a water ghost in his toilet and then poked it back in with a plunger.

Han Yingying pulled out a chair and sat down, getting straight to the point.

"Something's wrong in the real world. The eerie is starting to seep in."

Zhou Lang swallowed the food in his mouth and put down his chopsticks. "I know."

Han Yingying looked at him.

"On my way here, I casually used a chainsaw to slice up two monsters that looked like streetlights," Zhou Lang said calmly, as if he were talking about slicing up two watermelons. "The game is invading reality."

"We need to find out the reason," Han Yingying suggested.

Zhao Qiang raised his hand: "Count me in. I don't want to have to carry a weapon to the toilet from now on."

Zhou Lang did not object.

Over the next few days, the three began patrolling the city, dealing with the sporadic appearances of strange creatures. They discovered that the locations where these creatures appeared were often accompanied by a strange sense of spatial distortion.

As time went by.

Seven days later.

The familiar feeling of weightlessness returned.

Matching for a copy... Match successful.

[Instance Name: Ren'ai Hospital (Abandoned)]

[Difficulty Level: A]

The white light dissipated.

Zhou Lang found himself standing in a dilapidated hospital corridor. The air was thick with the smells of disinfectant and blood.

Han Yingying and Zhao Qiang were right beside him.

Five players appeared at the other end of the corridor.

All of them were badges with blood-dripping wolf heads.

One of them was the bald man I had seen in the square.

"What a small world." The bald man drew a long knife and grinned maliciously as he approached them. "Let's see if the safe zone rules still protect you in this dungeon."

Battle is imminent.

The four players behind the bald man quickly spread out, forming an encirclement.

Without a word, Zhou Lang started the chainsaw engine. The deafening roar of the motor echoed through the narrow corridor. At the same time, the bandaged ghost's phantom expanded behind him, its chilling aura lowering the corridor's temperature to freezing.

"Playing tricks." The bald man swung his knife at him.

Han Yingying flashed forward, meeting the attack head-on. Short sword clashed with long sword, sparks flying. Her strength and speed, greatly enhanced in the previous dungeon, allowed her to suppress the bald man.

Zhao Qiang hid behind Zhou Lang, holding a fire extinguisher he had picked up from somewhere, ready to launch a sneak attack at any moment.

Zhou Lang, carrying a chainsaw, charged towards the other four players.

His playing style was completely unpredictable and defied all rules. Combined with the passive effect of the "Frightening Ghosts" perk, the four players would experience a brief moment of stun when they approached Zhou Lang.

The sound of a chainsaw cutting through flesh echoed in the corridor.

Within five minutes, all five members of the Blood Wolf Guild were lying on the ground.

The bald man clutched his severed arm, glaring fiercely at Zhou Lang. "You wait, Blood Wolf won't let you get away with this..."

Zhou Lang kicked him in the chin, silencing him.

After resolving the problem, the three began exploring the hospital.

In an abandoned operating room, Zhou Lang discovered something unusual.

On the wall of the operating room, a patch was flashing incessantly, much like the static on an old television set with poor reception.

Zhou Lang walked over and reached out to touch the wall.

There was no tangible sensation. His hand passed right through it.

"What is this?" Zhao Qiang asked, leaning closer.

Zhou Lang raised the chainsaw, aimed it at the flickering area, and cut straight down.

A piercing tearing sound came from the space.

The walls crumbled, revealing not bricks, but a pitch-black space. Inside, countless green gibberish flowed wildly.

As Han Yingying stared at the garbled text, fragments of memory began to piece together in her mind once more.

"It's a flaw in the underlying logic," Han Yingying blurted out.

Zhou Lang turned to look at her.

"This bizarre world is made up of countless codes and rules. Now, these codes have vulnerabilities." Han Yingying pointed to the garbled text. "The strange things that have appeared in the real world are caused by energy leaking out through these vulnerabilities."

"Can it be repaired?" Zhao Qiang asked.