In the abandoned shrine, the color of the cocoon's surface changed from white to beige, then gradually darkened, and finally turned into the color of a bloody cigar like a wound.
After the color change stopped, several minutes later, the cocoon suddenly shattered, and thousands of pieces the size of fingernails fell to the ground. The brown pieces were dry, and they landed cleanly on the ground. None of them landed on the man inside the cocoon.
The level three Anomaly looked to be in his thirties. He was a man with a gentle face and medium length hair. He looked like a cultured person, and the outfit he was wearing was the player's newbie outfit.
After coming out of the cocoon, he stretched his neck expressionlessly. At this time, he did not have a right arm. There was a very smooth cut on his right shoulder. There was no flesh on the cross-section of the cut. It was just a flat surface that emitted a faint light. If one looked closely, they could see very fine streams of data moving on the surface.
"Tsk … still the same," he grumbled with annoyance. He walked to the corner of the room and picked up the clay jar on the ground.
When he entered the scenario, his right arm could not materialize with the rest of his body, so he had to wait for his body to materialize before he could find his arm and reattach it.
There was a narrow pocket behind the jar. It was similar to a player's backpack, but when the arm came out of it, the pocket would disappear. This Anomaly's right arm was like a piece of luggage that could not be carried around or separated. Whenever he entered the scenario, he would have to squeeze his arm through the space gap in its physical form.
He removed the arm from the jar and reattached it to his shoulder. When the two glowing pieces touched, the whole area on the right side of the Anomaly's body started to twist. Without any physical contact, the wall closest to that side caved in, and the surface started to undulate unevenly.
After the connection was complete, he tried to wave his arm. Then, he looked at his right hand and muttered, "So many times … but the run-in time hasn't decreased by even a second …" He could feel the position of his arm before it was connected, and he could also immediately know how long it would take for the data to synchronize with his body after it was connected.
In other words, this level three Anomaly still needed some time to recover to one hundred percent of his combat ability. The arm appeared to be attached to his body, but he still could not use its full power.
"So painful …"
"So uncomfortable …"
"Save me …"
Suddenly, groans echoed in the Anomaly's ears. He frowned slightly and lowered his head to look toward the source of the sound. It was unknown when, but the floor of the house was crawling with terrifying ghosts covered in blood.
The ghosts came through the walls and floorboards, as if they were dying people who had fallen into a quagmire. Some of them only had their heads exposed, while others had half of their bodies exposed. Their hair was messy and covered their faces. Their faces were pale, and their eye sockets were pitch black. They had no eyeballs. Their mouths were half-open, and their hands were outstretched. They looked like people who had fallen into the water trying to catch something …
The moans of the ghosts were not loud. It sounded like they were struggling in pain and crying for help. However, that was what made it so horrifying …
At that moment, the whole floor of the room was filled with these ghosts. The Anomaly did not even have a place to stand. Soon, the ghosts reached out to grab him. Some of them grabbed his ankles, and some reached out to pull on the corner of his shirt.
"Does the boss of this scenario use illusions?" His eyes glowed, and there was a faint glow in his pupils. "Humph … they are quite cunning …"
In the next second, he bent his knees slightly and made a very light jumping motion. This seemingly careless jump allowed him to break free from the restraints of Ghost Claw. Then, he used the difficult move of doing a somersault to leap onto the roof beam.
A gray shadow was hiding on the beam. This monster was similar to the one that Feng Bujue had encountered. Before it could attack, it was' blown up 'by the Anomaly's left fist.
Level three Anomalies could use a different perspective to view the world inside the scenario. They could turn the scenery in their eyes into a half-real, half-solid state, and they could sense everything within a certain range. Therefore, illusions were useless to them. They were not as threatening as actual strength and speed.
"This is strange … Has that level four guy not dealt with the boss yet?" As he thought about it, he raised his leg and kicked. The tip of his foot easily flew over the top of his head. The roof of the shrine was blown off instantly. A powerful force tore a large hole in the roof, and the size of the hole was large enough for a person to jump out from.
After leaping onto the roof, he was greeted by the blurry moonlight. Of course, for an Anomaly, light was a very important observation factor. Even in the dark room, he could see clearly.
In the courtyard of the shrine, there was an old well.
At the edge of the well, the head of the level four Anomaly was placed there.
"You've got to be kidding me …" he whispered and leaped forward. His entire body suddenly descended from the air, his feet touching the ground, and he stood steadily.
Walking to the head, he opened his mouth to ask, "What happened?" It was as if he knew that the head could still communicate with him.
"I … went … to … the … other … world …" The head spoke like a broken radio station.
Even though a level four Anomaly was the weakest among all Anomalies, theoretically speaking, its combat ability should not be weaker than a scenario boss. Not all worlds were suitable for Anomalies to enter. For example, there would never be an Anomaly in the World of Pi Li. This situation was very strange.
"My … data … is … broken …" He could not form a complete sentence. "It … placed … me … here … for you …" At this point, a ghastly claw suddenly reached out from the well and dragged the head down.
This was the first time that the level three Anomaly had encountered something like this. He immediately started a series of logical analysis. First, he checked the location of the players and the GM. They were still on their way up the mountain, so the current situation had nothing to do with them. Then, he tried to establish a data connection with the boss. The standard of a level three Anomaly was to be able to control bosses with lower intelligence, which was why X-23 had once commanded Professor Ashford's mutant. However, the result was a failure.
"If you still don't understand what I mean, I'll repeat it myself." A thick and distant voice suddenly came from the old well. "I placed his head here to remind you to be smart and not try to make me your enemy."
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