The conversation ended.
Han Dong received the approval of the executives and officially obtained the qualification to go to the M-0031 world.
As for the executive in the white suit, when he got up, all the white liquid was retracted into the suit and returned to the [Black Tower – Upper Floor] through a unique elevator.
The upper floor was a domain that outsiders could not reach at all, and not many people knew what the upper floor was made of.
The executive in the white suit came to the round table conference as fast as he could. Gathered here were the people in charge of the same world as him, and the attendance rate was only 1/3.
A short old man with a beard on a whirlpool mask said:
"Is this why you delayed the annihilation of the M-0031 world? It's completely meaningless to let an intern try to clear it. "
The man in the white suit asked:
"You probably don't know the origin of this little guy, right?
He became a member of the [Fight Club] without even opening the door … and he himself came from the [S-01] world … such an interesting guy took the initiative to submit the application, it's necessary to give him a chance to delay the annihilation, right? "
"Hmm? S-01 … a visitor from the Hybrid Demon world? "
Some of the people in charge began to check Han Dong's information.
"If that's the case, we can give it a try … but it's a pity if such an [Intermediary] dies inside."
"He can't become an [Intermediary] with his level. If he succeeds in such a trial, it can also establish his identity as an [Intermediary]."
"Then we'll do as you say. The annihilation of the M-0031 world will be delayed until this guy dies, escapes, or succeeds."
…
The scene changed.
Han Dong didn't directly go to the directional teleportation door.
Instead, he used the remaining time to return to the lowest level of the Black Tower.
It took Han Dong 30 hours to find the information … since the difficulty of the mission was terrifyingly high, Han Dong had to face it in his best state.
First, he found a high-class hotel to sleep for half a day.
"As long as I continue to fight, the club will subsidize my stay … I have a faint feeling that the mission I'm about to face may require the use of [Purity].
How about Count arrange five fights for you? "
"Huh? Five fights … didn't you say one or two fights when you came in? What are you going to do if I cripple your body? "
"Don't worry, the club knows that I'm going to carry out a 'capture mission', so they'll definitely make sure that there's no problem with my body. The hospital will wait until my injuries are completely healed before letting me leave the hospital.
How about this? I'll arrange two matches for you first. If you're good enough, you can continue. "
"Come on … I want to see if [Purity] is useful.
Besides, this Count is quite proficient in close combat, and us bloodline descendants are naturally inclined towards close combat. "
Half an hour after the count had said these words, Lucien had been waiting for the count.
This included "going to the club", "asking for a fight", "looking for an empty room", and "fighting".
In just half an hour.
A group of nurses whose cranial cavities were filled with needles pushed out Han Dong (controlled by Count), whose entire body was twisted like a fried dough twist, at the fastest speed and quickly sent him to the treatment area.
[Two days later] regained consciousness.
"… What kind of monsters are these guys? How did they punch in that situation …"
"You'll get used to it."
Han Dong didn't give Count time to react at all.
While taking over the body, he called the nurse next to him, "Please help me arrange another match, on the day when my body is almost recovered."
Count didn't say anything because he wanted to save face.
[Fifth day]
Less than an hour after leaving the hospital.
Han Dong (Count's consciousness) was pushed back to the ward again.
Compared to the last time when he was twisted into a fried dough twist, this time, even the skin of his whole body was scraped off by the fierce wind of the fist … Even though his consciousness was already knocked out, his body automatically showed a curled up state due to the pain. His whole body was like a red meatball, which showed how painful it was.
When [Seventh day] regained consciousness, his whole body was filled with needles. The pain continued to surge up like a tide, and there was no sign of it stopping.
For a moment, Count almost collapsed, and a drop of blood flowed down from the corner of his eye.
"I can't fight anymore … I'm going to die.
That guy doesn't have any morals. How can he fight like this? "
"Count, didn't you notice? The bandaged monster in the second match was stronger, but you lasted longer … You can adapt to it again, and your purity is improving.
How about this, during the mission, as long as you want to control your body, I'll give it to you. " "
"…"
Count tacitly agreed without saying anything.
In this way, under Han Dong's coaxing and cheating, and throwing all kinds of conditions to Count, he finished a total of five matches.
It was worth mentioning that Count lasted for two hours in the fifth match, and he was still fighting back and forth with others in the first half hour.
[Twenty-Seventh day]
Under the almost abnormal recovery ability of the hospital, Han Dong was officially discharged from the hospital.
Count's consciousness in his body was completely shut off, or maybe he was enlightened, so he didn't speak at all.
What was unexpected was.
After nearly a month of desperate fighting, it ended with a score of [0: 5]. Han Dong, who was hospitalized for [23 days], was named [Member with the Most Tragic Ending of the Month], and his Member Reputation Level + 1. At the same time, he was also rewarded with 500 points.
The Member Reputation Level would bring Han Dong more convenience … such as cross-dimensional assistance from the club.
"Everything is ready! Let's go … "
Similarly, the masked man led the way to the Black Tower's middle layer.
In front of a building similar to a research institute, a holographic projection of the words [Directional Transfer] floated in front of the building.
After submitting the mission documents, identification, and approval from the Upper Zone.
Han Dong was allowed to go to [M-0031].
After bypassing a series of passages, they arrived at a sealed space.
A Gate of Destiny was fixed by various stabilizing devices, and the projection of [M-0031] surrounded the portal.
"Being an employee is indeed very convenient.
After accepting a capture mission, I can be sent to the world I want to go to. The rewards are also very rich … It's just too easy to lose people. "
Without any hesitation.
More than 20 days of fighting were all maintained by Count's consciousness. Han Dong had been resting all this time and entered in his best condition.
However.
The directional transfer, which should have been smooth, became very strange.
Han Dong felt a sense of oppression that he had never felt before. It was as if the world he was about to enter was rejecting him, and this rejection was very strong …
In the previous Fate events, the world was open to the Black Tower, and there was no such feeling at all.
However, the world in front of him was only 13% connected. The entire world was sealed by a set of rules, and visitors were strictly restricted.
Han Dong's consciousness was very strong, and he actually woke up during the transfer of the world.
"Something's wrong! This world isn't rejecting my consciousness, but it wants to get rid of my physical body … No! Even if my physical body can't enter, I have to bring my head in. Otherwise, only death awaits! "
Han Dong made a crucial decision at the critical moment.
Give up his physical body to save his head.
There was a feeling of squeezing a funnel, and he finally squeezed his head in.
After an unknown amount of time.
When Han Dong woke up and opened his eyes, he appeared in an old coffin. The air was filled with the pungent smell of a corpse … and this corpse smell came from Han Dong's' physical body '.
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