A Walking One Thousand Mist Points

"The monster seemed to have retreated a few steps just now."

Colin heard Servant One speak the moment he regained consciousness.

Retreated a few steps?

Colin had a sudden realization, but looking at his two subordinates, they didn't seem to notice anything unusual about him.

This meant that although the experience had felt long to him, in reality, it had likely lasted less than a few seconds.

Is this what they call having a firm will?

A strong sense of heart palpitations washed over him like a surging river; even though that grotesque image had already vanished, Colin still felt lingering fear.

If his will had failed the test, he probably wouldn't even have had the courage to speak; no wonder so many people were unwilling to face it even in death.

Taking a deep breath to calm the terror in his heart, Colin looked at the chat channel.

Colin hesitated for a moment, then sent the message out.

There is one hour left; whether you survive or not depends on yourselves.

At this moment, the chat channel was still very lively.

However, with the appearance of this message, the refresh rate of the entire World Channel visibly stalled.

"How to light the Hurricane Lamp: drip a drop of blood onto the wick. You can use your own blood, or someone else's."

"The amount of blood is enough for the Hurricane Lamp to burn for one hour. It will be dark in an hour; whether you survive depends on yourselves."

"Furthermore, if you are willing, please forward this message to everyone. Do not worry about sanctions; I have taken all the punishment upon myself."

"Also, there is no need to blame others, nor is there any need to thank me. I am not a saint, and I have no such intentions."

"Finally, may all survivors be able to overcome their difficulties, bravely face their fears, and fight for a dawn and a future."

A long block of text occupied everyone's field of vision.

Almost instantly, everyone who saw this message believed the words above.

It was frozen onto everyone's Parchment, occupying nearly half the page so that everyone could see it.

Most importantly, these characters were not the yellow text of the standard World Channel, but a blood-red that was striking and chilling!

Except for those who were currently exploring and unable to check, almost everyone else saw this message.

Especially those who had once tried to pass on information but had retreated under the gaze of that thing; every one of them was plunged into deep shock.

Compared to others, they knew very well how much psychological pressure one had to endure when facing that thing.

Someone had actually succeeded!

Who was this person?

A question arose in everyone's heart.

Just then, after the message had been frozen for nearly ten seconds, new text appeared on the Parchment.

[Major Announcement: The Safety System has detected a survivor posting content that violates regulations. This post is extremely dangerous and disrupts the stability of the game environment. The system will impose iron-fisted sanctions in seven days.]

[At the same time, the system will publish their personal information, issue a red-name warning, and release a seven-day assassination bounty.]

[Because this is the first global violation and the impact is extremely severe, a heavy penalty must be imposed. The bounty will be corrected to be valid for one year!]

[Name: Colin.]

[Survivor ID: 654321.]

[Bounty Amount: 1000 Mist Points.]

[Bounty Duration: Valid for one year (if they die prematurely, the task will disappear).]

[Note: The majesty of the system cannot be violated. Let all survivors take this as a warning, cherish your own lives, and regulate your game behavior.]

A few seconds later, all the information vanished, and the chat channel exploded the very first second it recovered.

"Holy shit, someone actually posted the way to light the lamp! Awesome, just looking at this red text makes me feel scared."

"Who is this big shot Colin, and which district is he in? How on earth did he withstand that kind of pressure?!"

"Wuwuwu, so touching, someone actually stood up for us!"

"No way, no way, is anyone actually touched? It's just giving you a way to light a lamp; do you really think this so-called Colin is a good person?"

"Heh, exactly. Why the hell are you being moved? Does anyone really think he's a good person? Maybe he has ulterior motives and wants us to go die. Just a sanctimonious prick, do you really think everyone is a fool?"

"Use your mother's foul mouth, you dead piece of trash, don't let me find out who you are! I'll scatter your whole family's ashes!"

"I'll say it here today: whoever dares to target big shot Colin, as long as I survive, I won't do anything else but hunt you down!"

"Count me in! To roast you idiot, I specifically bought a megaphone. The big shot is about to be sanctioned for our sake; we can't let him feel discouraged!"

"Everyone, hurry up and act. Don't let the big shot's good intentions go to waste. Whether you want to repay him or whatever, you have to survive first!"

"Everyone, be careful not to go too far; it's easy to get lost. Make sure to leave markers; Aberrations are usually nearby."

"Forward: The way to light the Hurricane Lamp."

"Trying to make an example of me, huh?"

Colin could naturally see the world announcement that everyone else could see, which exceeded his expectations.

If he had known that almost everyone in the region could see this message, he wouldn't have needed to add the third sentence requesting others to help forward it.

Of course, regarding the "major announcement" made by the system, Colin could only say: well done!

In this way, the speed of the message spreading would be faster than he had originally imagined, and he would be able to gain a little more time.

It's just that this bounty is a bit troublesome; for at least a year, I cannot expose my personal panel, otherwise someone will definitely stab me in the back. Heh, I didn't even think I would be worth one thousand Mist Points.

Colin let out a self-deprecating laugh.

He was very clear about how important Mist Points were; this thing was almost an omnipotent currency, and it was one of the most important resources for improving both himself and his subordinates.

Don't look at how some people talk; when a "big cake" is truly placed in front of them, even a saint would hesitate.

Human nature is the thing that can least withstand the test.

At this moment, among the options on the Parchment, the flashing frequency of Colin's Private Channel even exceeded that of the World Channel.

However, he was currently in no mood to look at the contents of those private messages.

Afterward, he opened the Regional Channel and took a look. After confirming that the people in this region, who were the most critical, had also received the information, he closed the Parchment.

Colin looked up at the bloody red name hanging above his head and, with the help of the prompt, turned it off.

This game allowed one to choose whether or not to make their name public.

In other words, if Colin did not show his personal panel to others, then no one would know he was a red name.

"Hmm, this is very reasonable; it respects personal privacy."

Colin always felt like he wanted to complain, and then he looked at the two servants and said:

"Wait. If the monsters haven't left in the final thirty minutes, we will go into the tunnel."

"Yes, my Lord!"

Time remaining until dark: 57 minutes.