Quick, Knock Him Out

Queenie's Dao heart was truly beginning to crumble.

The main problem is that it completely failed to meet expectations!

She could accept it if it simply didn't meet her expectations.

But not only did it not meet her expectations, the process of clearing the dungeon was also so torturous that it really made her feel like she was about to break down.

The first instance.

She could still defend Lu Xiu.

But the second copy—no excuses! It's just insane!

Not only were her attributes forcibly stripped away, but she was also forced to abandon all the fighting habits she had honed through life-and-death battles.

What is this?!

So be it.

She admitted it.

Try to adapt.

But after being killed by the same enemy so many times, I finally got used to the rhythm of sword fighting! I finally felt like I had figured out the tricks of this dungeon.

The next enemy is a monster with a completely different attack logic.

When he was kicked off the cliff by the Chained Ogre.

Queenie truly felt like a clown—a clown being manipulated at will by the Architect.

The more I think about it, the angrier I get.

Queenie's eyes were bloodshot, her chest heaving violently, and she felt like she was about to explode.

Much later.

She barely managed to regain her composure from that extreme frustration.

Then I opened the System Panel again.

She suddenly realized a very serious problem.

This Architect! Any dungeon builder who can't handle this, is that what they make?!

No.

Impossible!

Even the most resilient warrior!

I doubt anyone could handle clearing those dungeons in a row! Anyone would break down!

This is definitely just practice!

Right!

Although the combat system in Sekiro is very similar to that Architect's combat style!

But this copy was definitely tailor-made for her!

It's absolutely impossible for all four dungeons to be like this!

Otherwise, how could the players here have refrained from killing her?!

"Yes! Absolutely impossible!"

It's absolutely impossible for every single one to be like that!

Queenie stared at Lu Xiu's dungeon list with bloodshot eyes, glancing at the third dungeon with lingering fear, then quickly skipped over it and focused her attention on the last dungeon.

The newly constructed instance.

It's definitely the most mature version.

This time will definitely be different.

She refused to believe it! This Architect was that insane in every dungeon!

Queenie clicked to enter again as she pondered this.

A flash of Bai Guang.

Her figure disappeared again.

Coordination Bureau, Monitoring Room.

Yan Fushou Open Gate and walked in, casually pulling up a chair to sit down, then looked at the staff member in front of him. "How is it?"

Did she not turn off visual sharing of her system menu?

The staff member shook their head. "No."

This is the condition that the Coordination Bureau does not restrict Queenie's proposal.

Still running dungeons?

"Right."

The staff member, looking at the screen with a strange expression, said, "She went into Resident Evil twice. After the second time, she didn't go back in. Instead, she went to fight Sekiro. She's probably dead—"

He counted the records.

"Sixteen times, each time taking about half an hour. He was just now covering his head, kicking the bed, and cursing."

Yan Fushou nodded.

He was mentally prepared.

Yesterday, after learning that this player from another world had returned from dying in Resident Evil in just half an hour, he roughly guessed what had happened.

Lu Xiu's instance was also considered quite bizarre by those players from another world.

If the first instance is like this, then the second instance certainly can't be much better.

As the director of the Strategy Group, I am the one who knows the clear rate of the Lu Xiu dungeon best.

Yan Fushou understood perfectly.

Of all the dungeons in Lu Xiu, [Sekiro] undoubtedly has the lowest completion rate—even though the ticket price is only 1.

point.

He knew better than anyone just how torturous that thing was.

He could even picture the scene of that otherworldly player collapsing.

"So now, is she planning to fight again?"

Yan Fushou picked up his newly bought cup, took a sip of goji berry tea, and asked again.

"Still swearing, oh wait----"

The staff member stared at the monitor screen, their expression growing even stranger. "She just finished swearing, and seems to be deeply traumatized. She skipped the third dungeon Titanfall, and went straight to Lu Xiu's latest dungeon, [Outlast]."

"Pfft--cough cough cough!"

Yan Fushou nearly spat his tea onto the monitoring console. His eyes widened suddenly. "She went straight into the Outlast?"

"Yes—it's only been inside for less than ten seconds."

The staff confirmed.

Yan Fushou's expression immediately became quite interesting.

The third dungeon was the easiest—but Queenie skipped it entirely, which was unexpected.

This player from another world.

I didn't get to eat a single good bite!

"Okay, she'll come out and call me."

Yan Fushou pulled up a chair and sat down. Instead of leaving, he summoned the System Panel and began handling the daily work of the Strategy Group.

Time passed second by second.

This time, Queenie emerged from the dungeon much faster than expected.

It didn't even take ten minutes.

"Director Yan!"

Suddenly, a staff member shouted, "She's out!"

Yan Fushou looked away from his system window and at the large screen. "So fast? That's not right, the early stages of the Outlast dungeon shouldn't be dangerous."

The staff member looked at the screen, uncertainly saying, "I don't know—maybe she gave up the dungeon on her own?"

"Giving up voluntarily—wait, what is she doing?"

Yan Fushou seemed lost in thought, but he quickly noticed something amiss. Looking at Queenie sitting on the bed, he asked curiously...

In the surveillance footage.

Queenie, who had just been teleported out of the instance, did not smash the bed in a helpless rage as before.

Instead, he sat on the bed, his eyes red—his hands were frantically typing on the virtual keyboard in front of him at a speed that left Afterimage!

"I'm not quite sure----"

As the staff zoomed in on the surveillance footage, they remarked, "It looks like he's typing?"

As the camera zooms in...

The staff finally saw what the otherworldly player was doing, and then said with a very strange expression, "Looks like we know what she's doing—"

Yan Fushou asked curiously, "What are you doing?"

"She's typing."

The staff member, barely suppressing a laugh, zoomed in on what they saw on the big screen and said, "She seems to be posting online, joining our players in insulting Lu Xiu— "

"

Yan Fushou's expression immediately became very strange.

On the screen.

Queenie was agitated, and vicious words were frantically appearing on the window he had opened.

[Lu Xiu! You're insane! Is that what you call a copy? Go to hell!----]

Yan Fushou rubbed his throbbing temples, feeling a mix of headache and amusement. "Alright, stop letting her slander our Architect. Have someone bring her out; I want to talk to her."

Ten minutes later.

Inside the interrogation room.

Yan Fushou encountered the otherworldly player from Prison Rock once again.

But Queenie, standing before him, seemed to have aged ten years.

Her eyes were sunken, bloodshot, her hair was disheveled, and her face was as pale as a paper doll.

Despite his imposing and tall stature, he exuded a sense of fragility and brokenness.

He saw Yan Fushou walking over.

Queenie didn't wear the same confident smile she had yesterday.

She just kept her eyes fixed on Yan Fushou.

There was no hatred for the enemy in those eyes, only a deep, soul-deep bewilderment and shock.

Just as Yan Fushou pulled out a chair to sit down and was about to speak...

Queenie suddenly spoke first, her voice hoarse.

And her first words were...

"How on earth did you manage to refrain from killing your Architect?!"

Yan Fushou:

This is not an isolated incident.

At the same time that Queenie was tormented by Lu Xiu's underworld dungeon to the point of breaking her Dao heart, and even began to curse her on the forum.

Prison Rock.

--

Zhang Chongshan, who defected, experienced the exact same thing.

However, his treatment was completely different from that of Queenie, who was imprisoned in the underground jail.

He wasn't imprisoned in some secluded cell, but rather shared a room with a group of elite players from Prison Rock.

This is a rugged room with a style completely different from that of Nine Provinces.

The walls were made of some kind of rough, dark red rock.

Although it clearly shows traces of modern technology, such as the surveillance cameras visible overhead.

But there wasn't a single piece of furniture here that associated with softness.

It was as if the entire room offered no space for enjoyment whatsoever.

Meanwhile, several burly, menacing-looking players from Prison Rock were each holding a weapon, staring intently at the center of the room.

That was the place where Zhang Chongshan had stayed before entering the instance.

They were the guards responsible for monitoring Zhang Chongshan.

As long as this defector from Nine Provinces shows any unusual behavior.

They would not hesitate to swing their weapons and chop off his head.

In the center of the room.

A flash of white light followed.

Zhang Chongshan's figure appeared as he emerged from the instance. The surrounding Prison Rock Guards instantly tensed their muscles and gripped their weapons tightly.

But their eyes held a hint of anticipation, as if they were watching a good show.

One of the Prison Rock Warriors laughed first, "How was it, stranger? How was the dungeon run by Lord Derek, who's ranked second in influence? Was it comparable to the top-tier system dungeons?"

Zhang Chongshan looked at his hands, then at the other players in the Prison Rock area.

A look of bewilderment and confusion appeared on that ordinary face.

no.

That's it?

He also thought that Derek was highly regarded in this region.

Although its influence is not as great as Lu Xiu's, nor is it as number one Helag, it certainly has its own unique strengths.

But what is all this about? There are no crazed enemies, no twisted mechanisms completely detached from reality, and no despairing oppression of being unable to fight back and forced to be a mouse under the bed.

Most of the time, I feel like I'm very straightforward and honest.

to be honest.

Zhang Chongshan even felt like a max-level player returning to the starting village.

Perhaps Zhang Chongshan had been silent for too long.

soon.

Some of the Prison Rock warriors realized something was wrong.

"Your top-tier fan-made copy----"

At this time...

Zhang Chongshan swallowed hard, looking bewildered at the other players in the Prison Rock dungeon, and finally spoke up, "Isn't this a bit too simple—"

But he hadn't uttered that single word yet.

One of the players from Prison Rock immediately realized what was happening and shouted, "Turn on visual sharing in your System Panel!"

Zhang Chongshan was taken aback, and subconsciously clicked on it.

When the surrounding players in Prison Rock saw the evaluation on the panel, they were suddenly stunned.

Then.

One of the players from Prison Rock suddenly drew his greatsword from his back, his face filled with horror. He hurriedly shouted to his companions, "This guy actually cleared Lord Derek's dungeon in one go!!! And with an extremely high rating!!!"

"Quick! Knock him out!!!"

"Stop letting him gather intelligence."

"Ha?"

Zhang Chongshan was completely bewildered.

Etc!

Surely not?!

No way, from now on the update time will be postponed to 10 o'clock. Sorry for embarrassing myself.