"The tree is falling!" Atobe yelled at the top of his lungs. At the same time, he leaped several meters into the air and kicked heavily on the tree trunk. This ensured that the tree would fall toward the other side of the canyon and not fall on the players on this side.
The vines on the canopy had already shrunk several minutes ago, so they did not stop the tree from falling. Several seconds later, there was the sound of rocks rubbing against the tree trunk, and the sound of wind as the tree fell. Finally, it ended with a dull thud.
"Ah … I've been meaning to yell like that." Atobe wiped the sweat off his brow after he landed. He picked up the axe and made a pose that he thought was cool.
Feng Bujue strode forward. He ignored Atobe and headed for the broken tree root.
"Ah ha! Equipment! "Feng Bujue found the 'reward' mentioned by the man in the tree immediately.
However, Brother Jue was not in a hurry to pick it up because there were many items in the game that would be bound to the player after they were picked up. If it was something that was useless to him but could greatly benefit others, then picking it up would be a disaster.
Thankfully, Thriller Paradise added a new feature in Version 1.10. For this kind of unbound item, the player only needed to get close to it to read the item's description. They did not need to hold it in their hands.
Item Name: Pessimist's Skull
Item Type: Armor
[Quality: Excellent]
Defense Points: Medium
Element: None
Special Effect: See through the safe route of the Specter's Swamp
Equip Requirement: Choose Volcker as your religion
Can be taken out of the scenario: No
Remark: All reality starts from dreams, but not all dreams will turn into reality. — — —
The appearance of the [Pessimist's Skull] was very similar to the standard helmet of the ancient Roman soldiers. At this time, this equipment was embedded horizontally in the chopped tree root.
The man in the tree's' cut along my waist 'was a clear hint. If the player cut too high or too low, they might miss this item.
"This is prepared for the believers of Volcker." After reading the description, Feng Bujue pulled the helmet out from the trunk and turned to Uncle Worthless. "Hmm … I think we'll need it soon."
Uncle Worthless took a few steps forward and took the helmet. After observing it for a few seconds, he said, "Sure enough, no matter which faith you choose, it will have a certain effect at some point in time."
"Hmm, this shows that our strategy in choosing our faith was correct." Hong Hu replied, "Come to think of it … If none of us had chosen Wisden, we wouldn't have known about the existence of this' shortcut. 'And if no one had chosen Ideante, we wouldn't have been able to cut down the tree and find this equipment."
"Actually … the choice back then was only to lower the difficulty of clearing the stage." Feng Bujue poured a bucket of cold water over their enthusiasm. "From the looks of it, ignoring the benefits brought by the various faiths, there is still a way to force our way through …" He paused before continuing, "If we don't know about the shortcut, we'll find it ourselves or take the longer route. If no one can use an axe to cut down the tree, then we'll take the risk and use more antidotes." He pointed ahead. "That was probably the case at the Ghost's Swamp later. Without this Pessimist's Skull, we would have faced great difficulty, but … it would not have been an insurmountable problem. "
Brother Jue's words filled in the blind spot of his teammates' thinking. After some thought, they understood … these faiths did play a big role, but they were not necessary to clear the scenario.
To put it bluntly, the choice of faith was a slight adjustment to the difficulty of the scenario that followed.
Teams that were more curious or considered the problem more thoroughly might choose more faiths and benefit from it. Teams that were more conservative or had a simple strategy might choose one or two faiths, causing the difficulty of the game to increase.
In any case, everything was built on the basis of 'choice'.
Earlier, Risende's scenario had many variables, and the key was the choice of 'Wisden, the God of Wisdom'. There were three possible scenarios. First, no player would choose Wisden as their religion. If that happened … before Risende left, he would point out the general location of the church of faith to the players, but he would not reveal the shortcut.
Second, Brother Jue's team was experiencing … someone would choose Wisden and ask a question related to the main mission. Given this choice, Resende would tell him the shortcut and then leave.
The third type was when someone chose Wisden but asked a question that had nothing to do with the main quest. This … was basically the death option. If the player did so, Risende would immediately leave without saying a word about the Church of Faith.
Of course, these three scenarios were just one of the many variables. There were also many other plot changes, such as "failing to complete the side quest," "initiating a battle," "speaking nonsense when choosing a religion," and so on … Most of them were death flags, so I won't go into them one by one.
…
After chopping down the tree, the five quickly passed through the gap and continued to move forward.
Behind the gap, they were still within the range of the Taunting Forest. Therefore, after walking for about one hundred meters, they were surrounded by a wave of curses.
However, the players had gotten used to it already and treated it as the wind.
Atobe continued to act as the vanguard, clearing the path ahead. After moving forward for a while, he suddenly said, "This forest is getting thinner and thinner …"
"This means that we're getting closer to the edge of the forest," Feng Bujue said.
As the two spoke, Atobe chopped down a wall of vines that blocked their way.
Instantly, a heavy stench hit them in the face.
"What the f * ck!" Atobe cursed. He raised his arm to cover his nose and mouth as he staggered backward.
At the beginning, the four thought that Atobe had run because he had seen some danger. But in less than two seconds, they also smelled the stench that came with the wind.
"Hmm … What's going on?" Flying Horse placed his palms together, covered his nose, and asked in a muffled voice.
"You can't fart in this game … We can first rule out the possibility that the smell came from our teammates." Hong Hu used his sleeve to cover his nose.
"Your analysis is as good as not saying anything …" Uncle Worthless' reaction was similar to the former, also using his sleeve to cover his face.
"Hmm … It should be the smell of feces." Feng Bujue stood at the front and used his glove to cover his nose.
"F * ck! I inhaled a large mouthful of it without any preparation … "Atobe had retreated to the back. He sat down on the ground, and his face was dark." It feels like I've lost something important … "Oi sighed. Oi was the only one left.
"It's just the smell of feces," Feng Bujue replied in a relaxed tone. "Is there a need to act like you've lost your mind?"
"I say … Brother Feng, why are you so sure that it's feces?" Uncle Worthless asked this question with a weird tone because he already had a bad speculation in his heart.
"Oh, it's like this … When I was in high school, my science research project was' the smell '," Feng Bujue replied.
"Has your teacher lost his mind?" Hong Hu blurted out. Then he was reminded of something and added, "You're the one who's driving him crazy, aren't you?"
"The assignment given by my teacher was' free research '. In other words, I was allowed to choose my research project." Feng Bujue said. "I hesitated for a long time between 'complete crime' and 'the smell'. Considering the fact that the former might cause misunderstanding, I chose the latter."
"If you're afraid of misunderstanding, then do something normal people would do! Plant some random flowers and write an observation diary. That's all there is to it! "Hong Hu roared." By the way … is complete crime also considered science? "
"In any case … according to the human's tolerance toward the smell, I came up with a classification." Feng Bujue ignored the criticism and started his explanation with interest. "The lightest is' acceptable ', like stinky tofu and garlic. Then there's' normal disgust ', like fart, body odor, smelly socks, moldy food, and so on. The more serious ones are' extreme disgust ', like dead bodies and feces …" He paused for two seconds to catch his breath. "Finally, there's' unbearable stench '. Substances at this level are the nemesis of human's sense of smell. In fact, they can cause physical harm to us, like hydrogen selenide, ethanethiol, and skunk.
"And the smell in front of us …" Feng Bujue used his eyes to signal in that direction. "… has to be feces. It's undeniably the smell of indole and fecal odor. There's a difference between this and the smell of dead bodies. Even though it's also a product of intestinal bacteria, but … "
"That's enough! Stop talking! The more you say, the more disgusting it gets! " Atobe used the axe as support to stand up and yelled to interrupt Brother Bujue. "That's not the point! If you say so, then so be it! What is there to discuss about something like that! "
"Haha … Of course, there's a reason for me to say all that." Feng Bujue smiled. "I'm trying to build a 'disgusting defense line' for all of you so that you'll be able to better deal with the physiological pressure that's coming."
"What do you mean?" Imaginative widened his eyes. "Are we supposed to continue with this smell?"
"Of course," Feng Bujue said matter-of-factly. "Do you think we have a way out?"
"He's not wrong …" Hong Hu added. "There's no fork in the road, and we can't turn back … So, no matter how disgusting the smell is, we have to keep going."
"Don't worry." Feng Bujue shrugged. "After a while, your sense of smell will go numb. If you really can't stand it anymore, at most, you'll vomit a few times. "He waved at Atobe." Let's go. Don't waste time. Whether we stick our head out or pull it back, we'll be stabbed. "
"Can I force myself to retreat? Honestly, I wanted to retreat from the beginning! "Atobe screamed at the top of his lungs to resist.
"Ah … It's okay, Atobe." Uncle Worthless then added weakly, "When we reach the feces swamp … er … the ghost swamp, it'll be my turn to lead the way."
"Hey! You wanted to say the feces swamp, right? You've already said it! "
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
