Crazy!
Using this word to evaluate someone, that person must have done something shocking, even something that would shock the world. ★
Blacksmith: Do you know Old Strea Street?
2567: Okay.
Blacksmith: That guy used to be a resident of Old Strea Street.
2567: Resident?
…
Kieran was taken aback by the description given by the blacksmith.
From Kieran's point of view, players were the most appropriate term.
Could it be?
A thought popped up in Kieran's mind.
Blacksmith: That's right, residents.
Blacksmith: That bastard treated this place as his' home '. He even married one of the natives, although no one knows how he managed to do it.
Blacksmith: And …
Blacksmith: During the construction of Laurence Street, Broker used some underhanded methods to kill that bastard's wife.
Blacksmith: As you can see, that guy treated killing Broker as his only goal in life and he would do anything to achieve that goal.
…
"Home destroyed, wife dead …"
"So, are you crazy?"
Kieran couldn't help but sigh in his heart when he thought about Allen's abnormal behavior.
2567: What about the Blood Alliance?
Blacksmith: That bastard wasn't the only one who treated this place as reality. When that bastard started to fight against the Black Assassins, some of the residents who couldn't differentiate between reality and illusion joined in. They formed an organization called the Blood Alliance. They didn't offend the common players but they fought against the Black Assassins without a care for their own lives. They even successfully robbed the Black Assassins' secret bazaar and stopped their plans more than once.
Blacksmith: Broker has organized several attempts to encircle and annihilate them, but to no avail.
Blacksmith: Allen and that bunch of lunatics are far stronger than an average person. Plus, they don't care about their own lives. Broker's mercenaries have retreated upon hearing the news.
Blacksmith: Do you know why Broker started building robots?
Blacksmith: The biggest reason is because of Alan.
…
"Can't tell reality from illusion?"
Kieran took a deep breath. He opened his palm, clenched it, and loosened it.
After a few times, he frowned.
Just like the underground game said: 100% real.
Kieran didn't realize that there was any difference between his current self and his real self.
Under such a premise, if there were objects or … people that could be deposited, then what was the difference between illusion and reality?
Those who wanted to escape might even treat this place as the real world.
Reality became illusory.
Thinking of this, Kieran's heart tightened.
Because he suddenly realized that he actually didn't reject this method.
"Sure enough, the power of habit is terrifying …"
Kieran muttered to himself.
Blacksmith: I don't know much about other things. You can ask Lawless.
…
Blacksmith's name dimmed down swiftly after leaving behind such a sentence.
"In order to distinguish between reality and illusion, you keep going back and forth?"
"So that I can remember what is real?"
Kieran came to a sudden realization as he looked at the Blacksmith's darkened name and connected it to her 'daily routine'.
However, Kieran quickly shook his head.
He didn't deny Blacksmith's method.
Instead, he thought of the most crucial point: entering a single or team dungeon at least once every three months.
Under the premise of such rules, all methods seemed so feeble and powerless.
Unless he could escape.
Otherwise, he would still be trapped in the game.
Leaving for a short period of time was like drinking poison to quench thirst, it would only cause every player to lose more precious time and become more dangerous in the dungeon world.
In the end, he would have to face death.
Kieran didn't want to die.
He entered the underground game to survive and live a better life.
It was his original intention that would never change.
So …
He had to escape!
She was like a Witch!
The Witch!
Kieran thought about the existence that struck fear into the hearts of all veterans. Until now, he still had no idea how she managed to escape.
However, there was one thing he knew.
Strength!
Strength that was powerful enough to strike fear in others and leave them in the dust!
Strength was the foundation of everything.
Just like now, because of the opportunities and reasonable arrangements in the early stages, Kieran didn't feel any pressure when facing normal dungeons.
Special dungeons might be troublesome but it increased his growth, allowing him to face normal dungeons with ease.
"As long as this virtuous cycle continues, one day I will be able to do what the Witch did!"
Kieran thought with utmost determination.
It was like a signal.
When Kieran had the thought, in the corner of his room, the paper ball with the freaky smiley face that Kieran almost forgot started to burn.
It was silent.
Smoke rose up and formed the freaky smiley face again.
It wasn't big or small, it was the size of a human face.
At that moment, Kieran suddenly felt something was wrong.
He felt like someone was watching him.
Although it was impossible under the rules of the system, but …
Wuuu!
At the next moment, [Arrogant Word] swept across the freaky smiley face with its dark red blade edge.
The smiley face turned into smoke again but it didn't dissipate with the strong wind.
After a while, it returned to its original state.
Fuuu!
The cone-shaped flame was fired at the freaky smiley face.
However, the smiley face didn't vanish in the flames, instead, it became clearer.
It …
It was absorbing the flames!
Kieran reached the conclusion. He touched the [Safety Potion Pack] on his waist and a [Holy Water 8] appeared in his hand.
The glittering liquid was splashed at the smiley face.
Still, it didn't work!
The holy water went through the freaky smiley face and dripped on the floor, drenching it.
It was formless, so physical attacks were useless.
The flames amplified it instead.
The holy water lost its effect as well.
Kieran squinted his eyes and stared at the freaky smiley face. He was ready to use his trump card.
Even though he was still fearful of the repulsion.
It was still better than sitting and waiting for death.
Lust, Greed, Gluttony, Sloth, Wrath, Envy, and Pride. The seven wicked auras tangled with the frenzy, chaotic, and rampant aura, turning into a violent wind that swept across the room. The books and items stored in the room were blown away right away.
However, the freaky smiley face was unscathed by the violent wind.
There was even a low chuckle.
"Not bad!
You are qualified enough!
Count yourself in! "
The moment the words subsided, the freaky smiley face threw itself at Kieran.
Without any space to dodge, before Kieran could react, Kieran was pushed to the floor.
PS: First update ~
Decadent was trying his best to adjust to the time difference, trying to get back to normal next week. Sorry again! (To be continued.)
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