Family? Camping.

Thanks to them, the Malta has come close to home from the horizon. Although Oute has added weather control equipment, the estimated map deadline, based on real-time calculations, is already quite generous.

It's likely that by the time Enciodes Silverash arrives, Rhodes Island will have battleship blueprints weighing in tons.

However... in this process, the person who was exploited the most was Oute himself.

That's why Kal'tsit intentionally asked Amiya to enter the dungeon as well, precisely for Oute's "mental health" sake.

In reality, she had secretly asked Amiya to look after Oute's emotional problems on several occasions, but to almost no avail. Kal'tsit attributed this to Oute's wariness and guardedness in the face of the unfamiliar world of Terra, which made him carefully close off his heart.

The "clever" cat almost immediately realized: since the Interstice is the realm of the mind, then here, Oute's heart will be more honest!

Following closely behind Oute and Specter, Kal'tsit whispered to Amiya, "Is there really no difference in his heart between here and outside?"

Amiya hesitated for a moment, then gave Kal'tsit an answer that struck her like a thunderbolt, "Doc Otter seems even happier here than outside."

The little rabbit quickly shook its head, denying its own statement. "No, that's not right."

"Outside the world..." she struggled to find the words: "His heart was filled with loneliness!"

The Abyssal Hunters reluctantly kicked aside the rubble blocking the church's sewer opening and forcibly pried open the iron gate. A dark, foul-smelling passageway led from the side of the church into the interior.

"We're going in this way?" Specter fanned his nose, his fake smile crumbling. "Isn't that necessary? We can easily go around to the front entrance!"

Judging from all the details, this woman had been awake for a long time...

"Okay, let's go in from here." Oute looked up and put the map he had just marked into his pocket.

He had just triggered a reconnaissance mission, and by referring to the map, he matched the interactive artifacts and battles with the route he was on.

There was a battle and several strange items along this sewer route.

After all, this is a game that cannot be restarted. Considering the mental and physical health of most operators, Oute doesn't plan to develop in complete darkness. This will reduce the rewards, so it's even more important not to miss the opportunity to acquire loot.

Why would someone choose to take the sewer when there's a proper path?

"Is he really normal?" Kal'tsit asked repeatedly.

"Um..." Amiya stammered, "I didn't sense any strange emotions..."

Although it wasn't a pigman's lair, the ruins' sewer system was quite spacious, even large enough to... accommodate four giant spiders attacking side by side.

Ah, it's the Four Spiders of Apocalypse.

As "beast"-like enemies with incredibly high evasion, speed, and abilities to stun, mark, corrode, and disease, the four spiders are not truly formidable opponents... but when their attacks are repeatedly evaded, and friendly units are marked by web-spinning spiders and critically struck away by venomous spiders, players find these weak yet troublesome opponents all the more memorable.

"Doc Otter! Watch out!"

Amiya gasped and stepped in front of Oute. The black lines instantly activated within her, pointing directly at the four spiders' plump abdomens.

But the strange laws of the Darkest Dungeon allowed a web-weaving spider to escape with a nimble leap.

It opened its mouthparts, raised its body, and aimed its round belly at Oute.

Now we've moved to position three...

Then let's use this method.

In this dungeon, Oute intentionally amplified the influence of the Darkest Dungeon while weakening the confrontation with reality.

The candle on the skull was nearly half rotten, almost pasted onto the skull. But a tiny red light flickered in the skull's eye socket from time to time, and then suddenly grew stronger!

Suddenly, a grotesque gap appeared on the top of the web-weaving spider's head, and dark, viscous fluid dripped from the edge of the gap from time to time.

But the most terrifying thing was the tentacles that shot out from the other side of the gap!

Abyssal Artillery!

The gap seemed to connect to the bottom of the Milky Way, but what flowed in this so-called "Milky Way" was not river water, but countless tentacles. They surged and fought to break through the gap, and even though the web-weaving spider had been ravaged into a thick mess, it continued to discharge into the already "turbulent" sewer.

The tentacles that plunged into the sewage vanished from the material world in an instant, looking as if they were fish returning to the sea.

Only the stench was stirred up and spread even more pervasively.

Not only the Abyssal Hunters with superhuman senses, nor only Kal'tsit and Amiya who are Terra's beings, but even Oute had a furrowed brow and a livid face.

... unwise.

Oute withdrew his hand from the skull and glanced at the alien dagger at his waist.

It should have been Sacrificial Stab.

"Can we go back first? Like last time?"

The "that time" that Specter was referring to was the time when Oute abused Fate Reconstruction in the dungeon to revive the pigman's heart.

"After passing through the sewers, there's a fountain where we can camp and take a bath."

Chapter 199 Family? Camping

After passing through the entire sewer system, there is indeed a "fountain" in a room on the side of the church.

However, Oute didn't tell Specter that this was yet another "Wonder Room with Battles".

Sensing the light coming from the sewers, the two dazed skeleton mobs frantically pieced themselves back together and searched the ground for their clubs.

Two hunched-over officials staggered forward and gave Oute a crooked bow.

Skeletal bureaucrats.

They wore well-tailored yet worn-out uniforms, and through gaps in their blood-stained teeth, they uttered a few sarcastic remarks:

"Look who's back..."

"... So it's our beloved lord."

Despite the blood on her lips, she doesn't seem unable to communicate?

Just as Amiya breathed a sigh of relief and was about to step forward to talk to them, the skeletal bureaucrats reached for the daggers at their waists with their right hands.

"Good child! You must be someone's daughter!"

"Let me see too!"

"How handsome he is!"

"Those ears! They look just like an adult's!"

Ear?

But Doc Otter's ears...

Even Amiya, a dungeon newbie, sensed something was wrong.

And these evil beings, whose only advantage is their ability to harm others, have already made their way in!

A scheme in secret!

Driven by instinct, the little rabbit blocked the skeletal bureaucrat's dagger with a dark barrier, while the other was instantly entangled by the tentacles of another world.

Hands from the Abyss.

As a skill with high accuracy and a high probability of stunning while dealing damage, Hands from the Abyss is the core skill of the support-position Mystic.

Not only is its inherent quality exceptional, but the additional damage it deals also increases the chance of stunning enemies with a critical hit. Furthermore, the Mystic's orange-tier accessory further amplifies this effect, making the Mystic the most reliable source of control among the original classes when tackling high-difficulty dungeons.

After using these skills a few more times, I should be able to start looking for alternatives in reality... but outside the dungeon, I'll still need a better vessel—or a weaker "The Shambler".

Oute glanced sideways at the increasingly broken skull in his hand.

Besides her "father," her "sister" was also particularly concerned about the attack Amiya was subjected to.

"Mon3ter!"

The enormous Originium creature, resembling a dragon, instantly opened its mouth, unleashing a beam of light that reduced the skeletal mobs, who had painstakingly pieced themselves together, to charred remains.

"The leader's headquarters is right next door. Let's clean up the room and set up camp here for the night."

"In... such a dangerous place?"

"Hmm, he won't come." Oute rubbed Amiya's ear.

"Doc Otter!" The little rabbit giggled, playfully dodging Oute's fingers.

As a Super Terra, and a Chimera at that, if she really didn't want Oute to rub her ears... Oute definitely wouldn't be able to.

"Ahem." Specter returned from the sewers after settling the monsters' corpses. She fanned her nose and looked at Oute with a resentful expression. "What kind of fountain is this, installed indoors? Do we have enough fuel or filtration material to clean the water?"

There was a dilapidated fountain in the room, which occasionally spouted a few weak jets of water, but the long-term lack of maintenance had caused this "Holy Fountain" to have a musty smell.

Atop the fountain is a statue of a saint.

The saint, dressed in a long robe, spread his hands, his face indistinct. Above his head, a disc inlaid with gold was quite eye-catching.

Although the Specter complained, it seemed to have accepted the established facts.

She carefully examined the statue, enduring the faint musty smell.

"The disc placed behind the head, that must be the halo."

"If the sculpting materials and techniques are inadequate, it's possible to create a sculpted halo, but it's difficult to maintain its integrity over a long period."

"A halo that cannot maintain a perfect state for a long time is less likely to highlight the divinity that needs to be shaped by a halo."

"A relatively wise approach would be to do it like this..." Specter suddenly braked, feigning surprise, "Heh, you really want to find something to chop up!"

Still pretending?

Oute didn't expose him. He took out a bottle of holy water from his package and once again used himself as a "mystic scholar".

The laws of the Darkest Dungeon drew his hand to remove the stopper, pouring the sacred liquid onto the dusty holy statue. The golden rim of the disc seemed to shimmer after being baptized by the holy water.

A warm power emanated from the statue and flowed throughout Oute's body, giving him a jolt of energy and a sense of relief.

After the almost non-existent "injuries" and "stress" in Oute dissipated, the forces that should have been used to heal the wounds and soothe the soul quickly dissipated due to a lack of sufficient direction.

This healing power seems to work in a completely different way from the way Fate Reconstruction... If this organizational model is adopted, there should be no situation where overtreatment leads to flesh deformities.

Looking at the fountain that had been revived, Oute seemed lost in thought.

The Abyssal Hunters excitedly approached the fountain, his delicate nose almost submerged in the water. "The water's clean!"

Kal'tsit and Mon3ter finally returned.

"The way and the methods by which you influence the world are astonishing."