After being poisoned by mushrooms, all the strange creatures became fascinated by me.

The notification sounds kept ringing in Tang Li's ears.

"After the fireworks fade, all evil spirits remain untouched~~~ I'm rewarding you with 1 firework: 9999 points."

"After the fireworks fade, all evil spirits remain untouched~~~ A thousand miles away, I'm rewarding you with 3 fireworks: +29997 points"

"May your sails be smooth sailing, and may whoever the streamer glares at suffer misfortune! A thousand miles away, we're rewarding you with a Lucky Ship x1: +30000 points!"

Tang Li's eyes widened: What's going on? Where are the reward points?

"Are they crazy?" "Holy crap, where did this big shot come from to grace the live stream?" "Isn't this the ninth-ranked player from the last dungeon? So this guy is that powerful?" "Hahahaha, he directly pushed Boss Qiu off the top spot! Boss Qiu, are you even capable?!"

Qiu Wan: ???

Tang Li had no time to pay attention to these joking comments.

Her eyes were fixed on the backend messages, as new messages from Qianli kept refreshing.

[Qianli: Theoretically, it's impossible for an indestructible copy to exist. Every copy, as long as it exists, must have a solution.]

[Qianli: So, if a streamer finds that their system notifications are missing completion conditions, or directly indicate "the current instance is indestructible"...]

[Qianli: So they just want to trick the streamer into believing they're being scammed.]

Sure enough.

Taking a deep breath, Tang Li's fingertips trembled very slightly in the firelight.

She felt a long-lost excitement.

[Tang Li: Oh, I see. I understand now. Thank you, Teacher Qianli, for clearing things up.]

[Tang Li: One last question... Will the live streaming system detect any occasional instances of players acting recklessly while running dungeons?]

—One last question: Will my mischief be discovered immediately?

A new message from afar slowly pushed her question to the top.

[Qianli: The streamer is joking. How can an obedient player survive in a bizarre dungeon?]

—The monitoring of the intelligent robot system is not that sensitive.

[Qianli: But streamer, the instance you're currently in is a valuable asset that the Mysterious Lord values ​​highly.]

—But how could a small streamer like you, with the greatest ambition, possibly contend with a dungeon boss?

[Qianli: Host, what are you trying to do?]

—Don't let my curiosity down, host.

I see.

In that instant, countless images flashed before Tang Li's eyes.

The most chaotic and terrifying scene she had ever seen was the giant, dismembered worm that the hospital director had transformed into beneath the hospital. It was a monster pieced together from countless still-living fragments of corpses, emitting a foul stench and constantly groaning as it slithered between rows of bookshelves that reached the ceiling.

...But why?

For Tang Li, compared to the giant, dismembered worm, everything she was experiencing now was the real nightmare.

The "top assassin" that Han Zhou claimed was built from the blood of a thousand people; the tearful eyes of the wrongfully imprisoned girl; the two groups of people by the river who brazenly plotted to take her life; the absurd yet deadly brawl in the alley; and Xue Manlou.

Xuemanlou, filled with the aroma of human flesh, Xuemanlou piled high with human bone products, Xuemanlou where children were hung upside down like dead pigs and cut into pieces for sale.

The players had blood on their hands, and the indigenous people had blood on their hands. This dungeon was disgusting from beginning to end, making one feel nauseous at first sight.

But then, you told me that the "solution" exists, it's just hidden away.

Tang Li squinted her eyes in near contentment.

...Yeah, what exactly does the streamer want to do?

"What's going on? I've lost signal?" "Are you crazy? This is a weird space!" "My own handsome face appeared on the screen in the lounge." "Streamer! You actually blocked us! What kind of brothers can't see?" "Outrageous! How can you face the big spender who just tipped you?!"

Tang Li threw down a live stream blocking tool, unconcerned about the uproar she had caused.

The silent cremator lowered his eyes, watching the flames that had engulfed the blue-clad old woman's entire body.

The fire showed no signs of abating, and it seemed that the fire alone could not eliminate the oily, eerie thing; it could only weaken its activity and prevent the old woman in blue from coming back to life again.

But it doesn't matter. Or rather, it's just right.

Tang Li simply sat cross-legged by the fire. The firelight stretched her shadow long and thin, the dark shadow leaping and moving, like a ghost that had quietly appeared during a tribal prayer hundreds of years ago.

Tang Li opened her hands and examined her palms by the firelight.

Once inside the instance, it seemed no one noticed it anymore.

One ring after another emerged from beneath her skin, the bluish-gold concentric circles lying quietly in her palm, as if they had long been etched into her bones and blood.

It's always been there, how could she forget?

She is the only priestess of her god. Even though she is just a new streamer, her power is weak, and her faith may not be very devout, there is one thing that only she can do.

This is the instinct that makes a priest a priest.

The little girl tilted her head back, her clear black and white eyes swirling and shattering like a kaleidoscope. The next second, dazzling fragments of mineral-like texture filled her eyes.

Under the firelight, it shone brightly, like divine radiance.

The little Tangli people chattered and laughed as they leaped down from mid-air, joining hands to join Tangli and forming a perfect circle around the firelight.

Then start.

The instinct that makes a priest a priest—

As Tang Li clasped her hands together, palms facing each other, a cyan mist wafted out from between her fingers, gracefully and majestically descending upon this world.

—Calling upon her deity.

Everything seemed to stand still at that moment.

Tang Li lost the ability to move even a single finger, but her soul seemed to float lightly in mid-air, looking down at her seated body.

This time, the bluish smoke did not carry her to the deity, and she could not see the magnificent and colossal creature. Tang Li should have breathed a sigh of relief, but she couldn't help feeling regretful.

Thinking too much is pointless.

Her finger pointed to the raging fire, and the boundless smoke seemed to understand, stirring up waves of blue smoke that surged towards the flames that had not yet died down.

In just one wave, the fire was completely engulfed, leaving only the blue-clad old woman's last handful of ashes, still carrying the lingering warmth of the flames.

"This is my gift to God."

Tang Li said softly.

"Please, God, don't blame it for being so meager," she smiled softly. "It's just a sample."

"Please ask my deity for me..."

Tang Li's fingers gently brushed against a wisp of smoke that had brushed against her arm.

"Given the strange nature of this material, if it were woven into a finely woven gold-embroidered carpet, would He like it?"