Neat floorboards, crimson drops of blood falling onto them.
Ji Yan, having successfully entered the shrine, slowly rose to his feet. He looked at his severed right arm as blood flowed uncontrollably...
"Old Electric, you sure cut off my arm cleanly."
Ji Yan bared the corner of his mouth in a grin, staring at the wound as he spoke.
The Burning Death Eerie inside [Thunderstruck Wood] said, "I helped you cut your losses in time. No need to thank me."
[Spirit of the Pen]: "Do you want it reattached? I can write your name."
By the time they reached a Tier 9 dungeon, losing an arm was generally no big deal for Players, and Ji Yan was no exception. After thinking for a moment, he said, "Reattach it, but add an extra suffix to the name."
[Spirit of the Pen] looked puzzled.
A few minutes later, his arm had been fully reattached, its five fingers curling and stretching with comfortable ease.
The Burning Death Eerie said, "What the hell was that monk?"
"He was even more like an eerie than we are!"
"A Player," Ji Yan said.
"Probably the Master Player of the 'shrine' branch quest. But he didn't have a Tarot Card, so why... could he also appear on [Elysian Shore]?"
Ji Yan wondered whether [Elysian Shore] did not refer to some new Dungeon Map area... but rather sent "Performer Players" from one country into the territory of another.
Meanwhile, Players with "personal branch quest" territory in their own homeland would deal with these foreign Players!
What reward would that sakura monk receive?
Ji Yan did not know. What he was thinking about was the point of the [audience] designing things this way... If it was purely for entertainment, he did not see what was entertaining about it.
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