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

Zhou Lang pushed open the door to the safe house. There was no hallway outside. No motion-activated lights. And no smell of the old city's sewers.

A gust of wind blew in my face. It carried a strong smell of rust and the stench of machine oil.

Zhou Lang stopped at the doorway. He looked outside.

A wide street. The ground is paved with black metal plates. Tall buildings line both sides. The architectural styles are eclectic. There are Gothic spires, cyberpunk neon signs, and dilapidated red brick factory buildings.

The sky was dark red. There was no sun. No clouds. Only a layer of red mist covered it.

There were people on the street. A lot of them. They were wearing all sorts of clothes. Some were wearing modern parkas. Some were wearing ancient armor. Some were carrying guns. Some were carrying greatswords.

Han Yingying stood up from the sofa. She walked behind Zhou Lang and looked towards the door.

"This isn't Jiangcheng," Han Yingying said.

"Mm," Zhou Lang said.

He slammed the door of the safe house shut behind him. The door frame was embedded in the brick wall. It looked like an ordinary security door. But he knew that if he pushed it open again, the house inside would no longer be the one he was renting.

The anchor point has been changed.

Zhou Lang took out his phone. There was no signal indicator on the screen. There was only a red countdown timer and a line of text.

"Welcome to the transit station. Player ID: 9527."

Han Yingying also took out her phone. Her screen was the same as Zhou Lang's. Player ID: 9528.

"The system has been upgraded." Zhou Lang put his phone in his pocket. He picked up his cane and walked onto the metal street.

Han Yingying followed beside him, her hand habitually resting on the edge of her boot.

People hurried along the street. No one paid them any attention. New people arrived every day. Everyone was used to it.

Zhou Lang walked and observed.

Shops lined both sides of the street. The shops had no signs, only glass windows. Inside were all sorts of things: glowing stones, bloodstained bandages, and various types of guns and ammunition.

Zhou Lang stopped in front of a shop window. Inside was a bucket of red liquid. The label read: High-purity engine oil. Price: 500 points.

He needs engine oil. The chainsaw uses too much oil. But he has no points.

"Brother Zhou!"

A voice came from behind.

Zhou Lang turned his head. Old Ma and Liu Wei ran over, panting heavily. Liu Wei's hair was still standing on end, and his face was covered in patches of black and white.

"You guys are here too." Old Ma stopped, panting with his hands on his knees. "That scared me to death. I thought I'd been transported to the underworld."

"This is a transit station," Zhou Lang said.

"Yes. I just asked a passerby." Liu Wei leaned closer and lowered his voice. "The passerby said that after clearing an S-rank dungeon, the transit station map will be forcibly unlocked. This is where all high-level players rest and trade."

Zhou Lang looked at Liu Wei. "You're not dead."

Liu Wei scratched his spiky hair. "Luckily. That wire didn't electrocute me, but it certainly gave me some energy."

"Look at the sky," Old Ma pointed to the sky.

Zhou Lang looked up.

Beneath a dark red sky, a gigantic holographic screen floats, as tall as a dozen stories. It's displaying an image.

The image is very clear. It shows a scene inside the Ghost Ship's cabin.

Zhou Lang saw himself holding Liu Wei. Liu Wei crawled into the ventilation duct like a monkey. Then the scene shifted. The headless sailor rushed out. Han Yingying's green lightsaber lit up. With a single strike, she severed the sailor's arm.

People on the street stopped in their tracks. They all looked up at the screen.

Whispers arose from the crowd.

"Who is this woman? Her skills are so amazing."

"A green lightsaber. This move looks familiar."

"Bai Ye! This is Bai Ye's move! Bai Ye has made a comeback?"

"Bullshit. Bai Ye is a guy. This is clearly a girl. And she has a pretty good figure."

"Who's that disabled guy with the chainsaw? Taking a disabled person into an S-rank dungeon? What kind of new tactic is this?"

"Look at that guy biting the electrical wire. This guild has such low recruitment standards. They even accept people with pica."

Liu Wei overheard the passersby's comments. His face flushed red. He turned up his collar to cover his face.

"This is incredibly embarrassing," Liu Wei muttered.

Han Yingying stared at the screen. On the screen, she saw herself wielding a sword. Her hands clenched tightly, her knuckles turning white.

"White Night," Han Yingying read out the two words.

Zhou Lang looked away. He surveyed his surroundings. The crowd was growing denser. Many people were staring at the screen, then began scanning the crowd. They were looking for people in the video.

This is troublesome.

Zhou Lang's goal was to investigate the Arrival Plan. He needed to remain hidden. Now they were suspended in the sky. Everyone knew them.

"Let's go," Zhou Lang said.

He turned and walked into a small alley. Han Yingying followed. The old man pulled Liu Wei along as well.

The alley was narrow, with high walls on both sides. The walls were covered in messy graffiti. There was puddles on the ground; the water was black.

Zhou Lang stopped. There was no road ahead. It was a dead wall.

He turned around.

Five people were standing at the entrance of the alley, blocking their way.

The five people were wearing matching black jackets. A red rose was embroidered on the left breast of each jacket, its petals sewn with gold thread.

The leader was bald. He had a scar on his face, running from the corner of his left eye down to his chin. He was holding a baseball bat, which was studded with rusty nails.

The bald man looked at Zhou Lang. His gaze lingered on Zhou Lang's cane for a second before shifting away to look at Han Yingying.

The bald man's eyes lit up. He looked Han Yingying up and down, his gaze sweeping over her legs and chest.

"Found it," the bald man said, his voice hoarse.

Zhou Lang remained silent. He gripped his cane tightly. He calculated the distance. The alley entrance was ten meters from him. There were five of them, all armed.

"Who are you?" Old Ma stepped forward, holding a yellow talisman in his hand.

The bald man slung the baseball bat over his shoulder and spat.

"Black Gold Guild. Second Battalion Captain. Sang Biao."

Old Ma's expression changed. He took a step back, bumping into Liu Wei.

"The Black Gold Guild." Liu Wei's voice trembled. "The second-ranked guild. It's full of lunatics."

Sang Biao looked at Han Yingying.

"Girl, you're a celebrity now. Our vice president wants to see you," Sang Biao said. "Come with us. We'll make sure you eat and drink the finest food."

Han Yingying looked at Sang Biao, her hand on her boot.

"I'm not going," Han Yingying said.

Sang Biao smiled. He revealed his yellow teeth.

"That's not up to you," Sang Biao said. "You killed Chen Jiao on the Ghost Ship. She was our vice president's woman. This score must be settled."

Zhou Lang understood.

Chen Jiao is a member of the Black Gold Guild. Zhang Jianguo is the Black Gold Guild's financier. The job that Lao Ma and Liu Wei took on was a trap set up by the Black Gold Guild.

They tried to kill Zhou Lang and Han Yingying in the instance, but ended up being killed instead.

Now, they've come knocking on our door.

Zhou Lang looked at Sang Biao.

"I killed him," Zhou Lang said.

Sang Biao then looked at Zhou Lang again. He looked at Zhou Lang's legs, and then at the cane in Zhou Lang's hand.

Sang Biao was making plans in his mind.