"You want to play another round of the game?" Geim asked, raising his brow. "But the proxy war is over, and the game has been shut down by the committee."
"But you're the God of Games. You should have a way to restart it, right?"
"That game is the most outstanding work I've made so far. No, strictly speaking, it's not my work alone. It's the result of the combined efforts of a group of gods. In order to build that almost realistic game world, everyone contributed." At this point, Geim finally decided not to be polite anymore. He changed the topic and nodded.
"Yes, you're right. I could restart it even if that's the case, but it would consume a lot of my power. It's fine if it's usually just playing games at home, and it doesn't matter how much power I have, but Cthulhu is about to awaken from its underwater palace and descend upon this world through your body. Even if I don't like to poke my nose into other people's business, I can't watch as it destroys the world."
"I won't let it destroy the world." Zhang Heng said.
"How confident are you?"
"Forty percent." Zhang Heng answered after some thought.
"Forty percent isn't a reassuring number." Gaim sighed.
"Or you could choose to kill me now. You would have a hundred percent chance if you succeed." Zhang Heng said flatly.
Geim shook his head. "This goes against the gaming style that I've always advocated. If everyone's first choice in a difficult game is to cheat and take shortcuts, then they naturally won't be able to fully enjoy the fun of conquering the game."
Zhang Heng was not surprised by the answer since it was one of the reasons he decided to seek Geim out in the first place. He had long since realized that the God of Games had always placed more importance on the process of the game than the outcome.
That was why Zhang Heng met Geim again in this little fishing village after he decided to give up on the quest for a perfect ending after three rounds of Endless Journey.
As expected, the God of Games did not hesitate for long before extending a hand. "Forty percent it is. Since you've chosen your path, enjoy the joy of clearing the game."
"I will." Zhang Heng shook Geim's hand. "Thank you."
"You don't have to be so courteous with me. This is the game compensation I promised you in the first place." He paused for a moment before asking, "Have you thought about what dungeon you want to go to? I can give you some help in this regard."
"No need, I've already chosen the dungeon." "I only have one request. No matter what era the quest is in, there must be a working computer in it."
When Geim heard the somewhat strange suggestion, he looked at Zhang Heng again. Without asking any more questions, he picked up the GBA in his hand again. "Your eleventh round of the game will start at 11: 55 tonight. Be prepared in advance."
…
After turning off the PS4 Pro, Zhang Heng looked at the watch in his hand. It was less than a quarter of an hour to 11: 55. He got up and stretched his wrists and ankles.
He then walked to the travel bag and took out a USB flash drive from it.
[Name: Edward's USB]
[Grade: F]
[Function: When plugged into a computer, your IP will never be tracked]
This USB flash drive was a gadget that Zhang Heng obtained in the Whistleblower quest. It was only Grade-F, and although its function was quite practical, it had always been the icing on the cake. It had not been used much before, but this time, Zhang Heng put it in his pocket.
After that, Zhang Heng took out some relatively small items that were easy to carry around. As for combat items such as the Paris Arrow, Shrouded Sheath, and Pestilence Bone Bow that he had always relied on, Zhang Heng did not take any of them.
Because Zhang Heng knew very well that Kronos must be somewhere nearby, monitoring him. Zhang Heng did not want Kronos to know that he had played this round of the game.
The next game item he took out was the Immunity Crystal. This Grade-D game item could only be used twice. After testing its effects, he had never used it again. He wanted to save it for tonight, to help him overcome his nightmares. This way, he wouldn't be troubled by nightmares in the next quest, and he could focus on the game.
The last thing Zhang Heng took out was a pen.
This pen was given to him by a man with a mustache who looked like Conan Doyle in the Deductive Reasoning quest. However, the identification results later showed that it was not a game item.
But this time, Zhang Heng chose to carry this pen with him when he entered the game dungeon.
At 11: 49, Zhang Heng was ready. He lay on the bed and fell asleep normally. After that, the nightmare hit him, but the Immunity Crystal emitted a soft white light in his hand. It wrapped his soul, and he floated all the way to a white room.
But this time, Zhang Heng did not stay in this white room for too long. Soon, a familiar sense of dizziness came over him.
[Verifying player's identity …]
[Verification passed. Randomly selecting the eleventh dungeon for player No. 07958 … Detected that the player has a special token, Conan Doyle's pen. Linking the player to the specified dungeon.]
[Link complete. Current dungeon is the Literary Salon.]
"You are a new writer who has just made a name for yourself. You have successfully published your first book, won a few small awards, and received praise from some professional book critics. You also have a group of readers who like you. Just as you are feeling complacent about your achievements and can't wait to do something big, you receive a letter from a mysterious club. The owner of the club invites you to join their salon. You are a little hesitant at first, but your curiosity soon overcomes your uneasiness about the unknown. You decide to join their salon to have a look."
[Mission Objective: Defeat all opponents and win a salon story meeting.]
[Mode: Single]
[Time Flow Rate: 2,400] (1 hour in the real world is equivalent to 100 days in this game. After 500 days, the player will be forced to return to the real world.)
Friendly Reminder: The game will officially start in five seconds. Please get ready.
…
When Zhang Heng heard the system prompt, he knew that he guessed right. The pen had played a role. However, the dungeon's content still surprised him a little. Zhang Heng originally thought that he would meet Conan Doyle with a mustache. Zhang Heng had already planned to follow him to hone his writing skills. However, when he actually heard the dungeon's description, he realized that this dungeon was actually more lively than he imagined.
But in this case, it would probably be more difficult to clear the dungeon.
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