A World Without Logic

"We can't go this way."

Colin said in a low voice, stopping his two subordinates from their desire to explore further down.

So far, the hints had been accurate enough, save for that minor mishap with the ghost girl.

Therefore, Colin did not attempt to enter this underground entrance this time, intending to think of other ways first.

The two servants did not harbor the slightest doubt toward Colin's orders.

Facts had already proven that every decision made by their Lord was wise and heroic.

Colin turned around; outside the door, the monster still remained.

It seemed to be sitting there quietly, not in any rush to take action, just waiting for them to break down.

The only good news now was that having just completed a triggered task, the Hurricane Lamp had sufficient blood, so the time Colin and his group had was not yet that tight.

However, this could not last for long.

"Lord, it doesn't seem to have moved at all. Should we quietly leave through the window now?" Servant No. 2 asked in a low voice.

"Idiot!"

Before Colin could answer, Servant One scolded, "If this monster were as stupid as you and could be dealt with so easily, would our Lord be in such a bind? Do you really think you could make it out the window and kill it before your feet even touched the ground?"

"Uh, sorry." Servant No. 2 realized this as well and quickly apologized to Colin.

Just as Colin was about to speak, his expression shifted involuntarily.

[You suddenly realize one thing: you have been out exploring for three hours and twenty-six minutes. You feel that if you cannot return to the wooden cabin within the next hour and seven minutes, the possibility of you surviving the night unscathed is slim to none.]

"Three hours? How did it feel like only an hour or so!"

Colin's face turned incredibly ugly!

One hour and seven minutes.

In reality, the time left for him was only thirty minutes!

If he couldn't come up with a solution within thirty minutes, then...

Everything would become very dire.

Although Colin did not know exactly what would happen when night fell, that did not prevent him from realizing the level of terror involved.

"Lord, what happened?" Seeing Colin's sudden change in expression, the two servants immediately became cautious, wondering if they had annoyed their Lord because of the argument just now.

"It's nothing. It has nothing to do with you."

Colin shook his head and said nothing more, not intending to tell the two of them this information.

Because besides increasing the pressure, it was of almost no use at all.

The scene was quiet for a minute.

Suddenly, as if thinking of something, Colin took out the parchment and opened the [World Chat].

"Please, kind souls, help me. I'm really about to die of thirst. I don't even have urine left to drink, wuwuwuwu."

"Begging on my knees for the method to light the lamp. Whoever gives me the method, my life is yours."

"Didn't someone already say it? The first person to provide such a hint will pay an unbearable, terrifying price. No one is willing to be that sacrificial lamb. Don't be naive, just wait for death with me."

"If you still want to see tomorrow's sun, then decisively use your emergency rations. I've already guessed it: the stamina given to us by this game is identical. If we can't find the way to light the Hurricane Lamp on the first day and don't get ruthless, we'll all starve to death."

"Sigh, although I want to help you all, I really don't want to face that thing. Facing it will consume a huge amount of energy and affect one's own life. This game is too ruthless."

Without surprise, the chat channel was filled with pessimism and despair.

And the fact that publishing the method to light the Hurricane Lamp would invite an unknown, terrifying threat was something Colin had already guessed himself.

He just didn't know that this was only targeted at the first person.

And this targeting made billions of people afraid to step forward or help one another.

At this moment, Colin opened the chat channel because he suddenly had a bold idea—

Yes, Colin intended to publish the method for lighting the Hurricane Lamp.

Because according to the information obtained from the hints, the goal of the Lord-level monster outside was to hunt those who entered this forest. Once someone walked in here, it would very likely leave.

After all, it couldn't kill him just by squatting here.

Colin believed that the Lord-level Aberration had the ability to sense other people appearing in the forest; otherwise, it wouldn't have appeared at his doorstep.

Once the method was published, almost the entire game would quickly know how to light the Hurricane Lamp.

This included the Regional Channel where Colin was located.

As long as anyone came to this forest within half an hour, then Colin's chance to leave would arrive!

[You thought of this plan in your despair. You believe that although your plan is full of uncertainty, it also possesses a certain degree of feasibility—at least it has a better chance of survival than your other options.]

[However, you realize that this will cause you to face an unavoidable sanction in a few days.]

[The difficulty of passing this sanction is quite high, and before that, one must also pass a Willpower Check, which is why no one dares to be the first to step forward.]

"A sanction from a few days in the future."

Colin narrowed his eyes. He was about to die, so why should he care about what happened in a few days?

Screw the next few days; he was going to survive right now!

Soon, a message was drafted by Colin. However, just as he prepared to use the loudspeaker to broadcast it, he suddenly froze, his gaze losing focus as his pupils dilated.

In an instant, darkness engulfed Colin's vision.

He felt as though his sight, hearing, smell, and every other sense had been stripped away.

All he could perceive was extreme darkness.

If not for the fact that his consciousness still existed, Colin would have thought he had been erased in an instant.

Just then, Colin suddenly felt the darkness before him undergo a certain distortion.

It was no longer so pure; it seemed to be filled with many things that were impossible to describe or define.

The existence of these things defied all logic, and they seemed to possess a mass as vast as celestial bodies, moving at unimaginable speeds according to unknown laws.

Colin felt his own insignificance.

He tried to use his prompt ability to gain some information, but he suddenly shuddered; his intuition told him absolutely not to do that!

However, at this moment, a grotesque, icy sensation began to rise from within his heart.

Because Colin suddenly felt some gazes from the void directed toward this place, making goosebumps erupt all over his body.

But before he could process anything, Colin's "eyes" widened abruptly, and he froze in place.

Because he discovered that, at some unknown moment, a large, bloodshot eyeball had suddenly appeared in front of him.

"What the hell is this thing again!"

Colin's scalp tingled. Being stared at by this eyeball, he felt his perception of reality beginning to warp.

If, that is, he still refused to give up on speaking.

Within the bloodshot eyeball lay absolute, extreme, and pure malice.

In the face of this malice, even the Crazy Little Girl seemed somewhat gentle.

Colin felt intense unease and the urge to retreat.

But it was only an urge, because retreating meant certain death!

Compared to this, he was even more afraid of dying!

Gradually, everything before his eyes suddenly vanished.

He returned to reality.

Everything that had just happened seemed as if it had never occurred.

Willpower Check passed.

Note 1: This setting originates from the Anomaly Detection System in a game where you have a chance of getting banned just by standing on the street.