You're Not Strong Enough
In an instant, Su Luo felt that the Dreamscape rules that had been imprisoning her power had been pried open with a barely perceptible crack!
"It can perform at... one three-hundredth of its potential."
Su Luo flicked her finger.
A black line of fire drifted out and gently landed on the silver-white surface of the [Orb Guardian], whose health had become extremely high due to the Desolation Plague.
The monster dies, a battle-end notification appears, and gold coins drop.
I said the game has entered a new phase.
"You! You... what did you do?! You... didn't use any cards?! What did you use? What is that black fire?! The rules of the Tower... how could this be..."
The Iron Guard was stunned, his voice distorted.
"With this inherited powerful body and deck of cards, you've climbed this Tower for countless years, repeating countless Reincarnation. So, in your memory, have you ever truly succeeded in reaching the top? Have you ever fulfilled your vow to 'take revenge on the Devil '?"
Su Luo shifted her gaze to the Iron Guard, who was increasingly resembling Demon Doppelganger.
Your own strength is your own strength; why use cards to unleash it?
"The cards in your hand represent the power you once possessed. You failed the first time you tried to climb the tower at your peak, so how could you possibly succeed by gathering the remaining power?"
"But... but that's how the Tower's rules are!" Iron Guard retorted excitedly, yet utterly bewildered. "Don't all climbers rely on cards and Relics? How can you advance if you don't follow the rules?"
"Because you're not strong enough."
Su Luo shook her head, having gained some understanding of the current strength of this civilization that had been lost for countless years.
"You can't win by playing someone else's game and only following their rules."
Then, Su Luo stopped talking and began to recklessly extract energy from the surrounding area.
The Unsealing of power brought about a resurgence of his senses. If he wasn't mistaken, the distant city clusters within this Tower contained extremely faint energy, and there were also residual energy fragments within the monster's corpse.
After a long while, the Source Essence slowly increased slightly.
"So, in your trial world, the beginning of that 'Weird Tale Era' was first accompanied by the rising of a 'Blood Moon'?"
Number One's voice was steady and calm, echoing in the room specifically designated for isolation. Standing before him was Han Song, who had just been Resurrection and whose face was still somewhat pale.
After a rigorous half-hour inspection, confirming that the special prop, the small porcelain bottle, had not been downgraded and that its soul fluctuations had basically stabilized, Jing Yunxin personally performed the ritual to reshape its physical body and awaken its consciousness.
"Yes, yes, when I killed that bureau chief, the source of the Mutation disappeared, but soon, the Weird Tale Era arrived, and ghost stories descended. Shortly after they appeared, the Sun in the sky was completely obscured, and that dark red 'moon' rose and never set again... Speaking of which, doesn't the departure from Forbidden Existence require the trial participant's alternative consent? Why don't I need it?"
Han Song was still a little dazed; anyone would be stunned if they went out and were hit by a nuclear bomb.
"Your Trial Instance is different from before... It seems you've entered the Savior Route corresponding to Supreme rating, but..."
Number One hesitated for a moment. According to Han Song's description, let alone Survivors with Attributes of 15 or 16, even Survivors with Attributes of 20 would just be feeding.
"Anyway, I'm satisfied with the excellent rating. The Forbidden Existence escaped the Dungeon without being seduced should be one of the costs of the Savior Route... As for that Blood Moon, it should just be a powerful ghost story, capable of generating new ones, but not the source of all ghost stories. That's just my guess..."
Han Song shared his guess, and Number One breathed a slight sigh of relief.
If Han Song's speculation is correct, then what hangs over Zone 76 is merely a powerful "individual" ghost story, not a complete "source of ghost stories." The threat levels between the two are worlds apart.
"Alright, you can rest now. Although you're Forbidden Class user, your stats are too low."
Han Song nodded quickly. He knew how much of his "Forbidden Class" title was exaggerated. In Zone 76, a place full of hidden talents, there were many Elites with Main Attributes of 18 or 19.
I've even heard that among the very first group who have already reached the threshold of 20 points, only those people are qualified to face the Blood Moon high in the sky without fear of its Mental Corrosion.
Number One said no more, turned and walked out of the purification room, arriving at the brightly lit central command hall.
The huge circular screen was divided into dozens of images, displaying monitoring data of the Blood Moon from different angles, the defense status of each Safe Zone, energy flow maps, and the real-time positions of the outer reconnaissance teams.
This is high-tech, created with dedication by Yun Xiaoxiao.
"How's the intelligence gathering going?" Number One asked the Analysis Group, who was in charge of summarizing the intelligence.
The team leader quickly pulled up a graph and spoke rapidly, "The mental Contamination emitted by the Blood Moon has been steadily increasing over the past two hours, and its impact threshold is constantly rising. About an hour ago, Survivors with a mental Attribute 15 and standard Abjuration could be exposed to its light for a short time without experiencing noticeable hallucinations; but now, this threshold has risen to a mental Attribute 16. We predict that, at the current rate of increase, in just over an hour, even survivors with a mental Attribute of 17 will begin to be affected."
He switched the screen to display a map showing the distribution of [Dangerous Terrain], which occupied about a quarter of the area. "These places are even more troublesome. The original dark monsters within all [Dangerous Terrain] have mutated. Their aggression, vitality, and some special abilities have been significantly enhanced, with an average enhancement estimated at more than three times, and they continue to grow as the intensity of the Blood Moon increases. At the same time, these 'Blood Moon monsters' are showing a strong tendency to cluster and expand outwards, and are systematically leaving their original territories and moving towards the nearest Safe Zone."
Number One nodded; he could accept all of this.
"Then let's continue the stalemate, build up the defenses of the Safe Zone to buy time, and send a small team to look for an opportunity while notifying Number Two to take action."
The crimson Blood Moon hung high beneath the invisible system barrier, like a festering tumor on the dark sky.
The dark red light it emitted was not pure light, but like a living mist, slowly drifting down, and wherever it passed, the colors of the world seemed to be covered with an old, blood-clotting filter.
The shadows were no longer still; they stretched and wriggled, as if they had gained independent consciousness, stirring restlessly in corners, in crevices, and at every boundary between light and darkness.
The cloying smell of rust and decay in the air grew stronger, and ordinary sounds became muffled and dull, disturbing people's peace of mind.
Illusions and falsehoods intertwine; in the darkness, among the ominous Blood Moon monsters, something is "hatched."