Rewinding time, at the border of the Kingdom of the Dead, in the desert of the endless maze …
A floating black shadow and a red human shadow were moving at high speed. The battle between the two was intense, dangerous, and dangerous. It could be said that there was danger everywhere, and every step was dangerous.
With a bang … it was another clash of power.
K3's body froze, and he took several steps back. For the first time, a serious expression appeared on his face, and a red glow appeared on his right arm. Instantly, there was a dragon's roar in the desert, and an energy wave in the shape of a red dragon burst out.
Wailu, who was floating in the air, also materialized into a human form. His purple face was filled with shock. He crossed his arms and covered his whole body with the power of the dead. He used himself as a shield to block this scary attack.
By then, the two had been fighting for a long time. As the intensity and speed of the battle continued to increase, and as the attacks continued to level up, K3's advantage became more obvious, and Wailu started to falter. This attack was the one that K3 believed would decide the victor.
The red dragon fist rushed forward with the power to consume the world. Wailu's defense was like a withered tree in the wind; it could be uprooted at any moment.
"You deserve praise for being able to fight so hard." Before the attack ended, K3 had already pulled back his murderous intent. In his eyes, this battle was already over. "However, this is all you can do."
Wailu did not leave behind any last words, and that did not give K3 any surprise. He was unable to withstand that shockingly destructive attack. His body was blown apart by the red energy, and he turned into a cloud of black fog. Then, he turned into dust and fell to the ground, becoming a part of the bone desert.
K3 waved his hand coldly, and he suddenly opened his mouth to say into the maze before him, "You've been hiding in the corner for so long. Even if it's out of courtesy, you should come out to say hello."
In the sky, a layer of twisted black space slowly moved. Like a veil being lifted, a giant skull face appeared there, and a dry and dry voice came out from its mouth. "If you think it's necessary …" It continued K3's words.
When he saw the face, K3 confirmed the man's identity. "So, it's the leader. No wonder he managed to get here so quickly."
Under the King of the Abyss, there were nine subordinates who were only second to the Four Pillars of Divinity. They were known as the Nine Undead Spirits, and the skeleton before K3 was the leader of the Nine Undead Spirits — Soul Snatcher.
"Humph … Seeing your own kind being killed, you're not going to do anything?" K3 asked with a smile.
"He's not my kind. You know that very well," Soul-Snatcher replied. "You and I are more like the same kind."
"You have a point," K3 replied. "After all, we are all unique data." He snorted and pointed at the black dust left behind by Wailu on the ground. "And this idiot who doesn't know the rules killed one of my Level Four compatriots."
"I am sorry," Soul-Snatcher said. "But Wailu did not do anything wrong. From his perspective, he merely did what he was supposed to do …" He sighed. "Each of us has our own mission and corresponding lifespan. Wailu is like a flickering flame, and my master and I are candles that will burn out sooner or later. And you …" He paused. "You are a higher existence than us. With enough power, you have the chance to enter the Inner World. Once you reach the data there … your lifespan will become unknown."
"The Inner World is not some kind of place of eternal peace," K3 replied.
"Compared to the data where we can see the end of our destiny at any moment, that is already not bad," Soul-Snatcher said. "To us, the 'unknown' is the most precious thing. The so-called 'life' is something that is filled with uncertainty. And the precision and harmony in mathematics bring us the 'answers' that we will never be able to escape from. And the saddest thing is … we are not even programmed with the emotion of 'sadness'. "
"I think that is not bad," K3 said. "Because of that, you can look at what happened so calmly and accept the past, the future, and everything that has happened and will happen."
"Humph … perhaps." Soul-Snatcher did not continue the topic. "You need to return to the other side now, right? Let me open the space tunnel and send you there."
K3 replied, "Then … I will have to trouble you, Boss."
…
On the other hand, Feng Bujue's group took less than 10 minutes to reach the shrine at the top of the mountain. Without the influence of the illusion, they were just climbing a normal mountain, so they moved quickly. With the power of the six, they could chase after a bus for 3 to 5 stops. Climbing this kind of mountain that was not that steep, 10 minutes was more than enough.
As the saying goes, there is no story without coincidences. As soon as they pass through the torii outside the shrine, a red light suddenly erupts from the bottom of the well of resentment in the courtyard. An indescribable and extremely heavy sense of oppression ripples from the mouth of the well.
Including the GM, everyone's feet were stuck to the ground like they were rooted to the ground. They could not take another step forward. This was not the effect of a skill, and it was not something that could be explained by the laws of physics.
This kind of experience that went beyond the five senses was unprecedented in any game. The six people who came here, as humans, actually felt a murderous aura in the virtual reality presented by the neural connection.
K3 Red Iron leaped out from the well and stood on the edge. He looked down at the group of people who had different expressions on their faces. His right arm under his sleeve was in its full form. The whole arm, from the shoulder to the wrist, had a tattoo of a red dragon, and it glowed red. The formless aura that he exuded also revealed a faint red color.
"Hmm?" K3 saw the number of people and said with confusion, "The players are not teleported …"
"You should have waited for our main quest to update with the appropriate content before you made your move." Feng Bujue was the calmest of the six, and he used a calm tone to reply.
"So, that's why," K3 said. "But … since things have come to this, it doesn't matter." He nimbly jumped to the ground. "Heh … Although I'm restricted here, you guys … are really pitifully weak." He glanced at his right arm. "And thanks to Waylu, I've done a pretty good warm-up."
Galileo suddenly said with a nervous expression, "Guys … the situation has changed. You have to help us …" He had obviously realized that the person before him was a level three Anomaly.
"Since you've said so, I have a foolproof plan." Feng Bujue replied confidently. Before anyone could react, he stood with his feet apart, his hands clenched into fists, and he raised his arms. He shouted, "One Piece! I'm going to be the Pirate King! "
"Main Character Plot Armor has been transferred.
"The current player with the plot armor is — Feng Bujue."
Once the system announced, Feng Bujue added, "You can leave now. I want to fight him one on one."
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