A few days later, hundreds of miles southeast of Klaf City.
The sound of knocking echoed continuously in the dark underground space.
As the last rivet was completed, [ Traditional Eccentric Wheel ] put down the wooden mallet and let out a long sigh of relief.
The half-dragon beside him [ with Lion Hidden in the Eyes ] carefully examined the masterpiece they had just completed, and after a moment of silence asked:
"Dude, are you sure this will work?"
[ Traditional Eccentric Wheel ] turned to look at the half-dragon, then at his companions standing behind him, their eyes filled with eager anticipation, and nodded, saying:
"This time, it will definitely work!"
"Okay, let's just hope our ' King of Fall Resistance, I Guess doesn't explode from inside..."
[ Good Times Don't Last ] He made this comment and, before [ Traditional Eccentric Wheel ] could reply, he had already put a wooden helmet on his head.
He then took out six or seven helmets and handed them to the people around him one by one:
"You should still be careful; how can you drive without a helmet?"
Everyone fell silent. [ Do Some Farm Work ] looked at him with a puzzled expression:
"Haven't you been using Directed Alienation production of parts? Where did you get the extra production capacity to manufacture this thing?"
[ The Good Times Don't Last ] He chuckled sheepishly:
"It was assembled using leftover parts from the manufacturing process. When it comes to Alienation, we only need to complete a portion of it; after all, safety comes first..."
"Safety first is definitely the right thing to do..."
[ Vanilla Ice Cream Scoop ] weighed the helmet in his hand, clearly not thinking it could be of any use:
"So, we're in a space that could implode, and the only thing wearing a helmet might do is preserve the corpse's head a little better..."
"Why are you saying such unlucky things? If you feel it's dangerous, you can use the Teleportation Tree to escape."
[ Chocolate Ice Cream Scoop ] patted his chest and declared:
"With everyone's abilities, I'm confident this thing will be perfectly fine!"
As he spoke, he took the helmet from [ Good Times Don't Last ]'s hand and put it on his head.
"Of course, I agree with the statement 'safety first'."
"Alright, wait for me a moment."
After listening to everyone's pretentious analysis, the [ Shit Appraisal Master ] took out two gold coins from his pocket and put them in his mouth.
Looking at the puzzled looks on everyone's faces,
"What are you looking at me for? If I'm really dead, I don't want someone easily looting my body and taking the money."
The others looked at each other, sensing that there might be some truth to this absurd behavior.
So everyone put on their helmets, then took out the gold and silver coins from their pockets and stuffed them into their mouths, looking like a large group of alloy toad sculptures with "bringing in wealth" engraved on their backs.
How did you come up with this great idea?
The Dragonborn speech was slightly slurred from the friction of the gold coins, asked, and the [ Shit Appraisal Master ] recalled for a moment and said:
"I saw it online before; it said it's best to put your ID card in your mouth before a plane crashes."
"Can this save my life?"
[ Vanilla Ice Cream Scoop ] was curious about this, but [ Shit Appraisal Master ] shook his head:
"It will make the body easier to identify."
"Okay, if everyone has no further questions, I'm going to cut off the power now."
The one who said this was [ Traditional Eccentric Wheel ], and he seemed quite impatient.
No one spoke further, and he abruptly pulled the lever in front of him. A silvery-white bolt of lightning, accompanied by a powerful surge of Psionic Energy, echoed across the entire wilderness...
The story begins a week ago.
Ever since the King of Fall Resistance, I Guess fell into a deep pit and became immobile, the four players inside ([ Shit Appraisal Master ], [ Good Times Don't Last ], [ Traditional Eccentric Wheel ], and [ Lion Hidden in the Eyes ]) have been discussing their next steps in a comprehensive manner.
As a design professional, [ Traditional Eccentric Wheel ] quickly produced a draft of the design.
Unfortunately, this plan was too hasty and it was difficult to convince other players completely.
However, the starting point and direction of his plan were still very tempting. After all, no one can resist the temptation of sneaking in on a new version or event, and no one can bear the ridicule that accompanies them throughout their entire gaming career after a failed sneak peek.
So, in order to ensure the plan went smoothly, the four of them began to refine the plan, making sure it was convincing to themselves.
Just discussing what to do in the next few days took the group almost a whole day.
So, before logging off on the first day of being trapped, the group finally finalized the plan and set two ultimate goals for the operation.
The first goal is to find a way to successfully activate the Machine Spirit " of the King of Fall Resistance, I Guess, and the second goal is to transform the King of Fall Resistance, I Guess into the " Fall-Resistant Crocodile " ship.
On the second day of their ordeal, the group successfully transplanted the Teleportation Tree from the back of the top deck to a corner of the middle deck by hollowing out the walls.
Fearing that this precious, non-saleable Teleportation Tree would die, the group even fed it a lot of blood.
Faced with props of this caliber, the lives of those Soul Returner seemed less precious.
Unexpectedly, the Teleportation Tree was incredibly resilient. Far from being weakened by the transplant, it seemed even more vibrant because of the increased space.
After drinking their blood, the Teleportation Tree grew even faster than before, and after a period of Aberration, it gained the ability to teleport.
The Teleportation Tree, which was originally thought to be officially activated in a few days, was unexpectedly revived by everyone!
Everyone immediately sensed something was wrong. They checked the panel and saw that a new teleportation point had appeared on the map.
The four men immediately beat their chests and stamped their feet in despair, feeling as if they were about to be nailed to the pillar of shame.
Sure enough, the worst thing happened.
Just as everyone was about to resort to their last-ditch effort—continuously committing suicide to block the teleportation point and prevent themselves from losing face— the Teleportation Tree suddenly showed signs of wriggling.
Some curious kids chose this teleportation point!
With a wriggling motion of the Teleportation Tree, a player trapped inside a "cocoon" was ejected from the tree.
The player named [ Retreat in the Face of Difficulty ] opened his eyes in confusion and looked at the four people staring at him.
"Um, where is this? What are you doing?"
The crowd, already somewhat desperate, sighed, feeling that everything was over.
Only the real-life " Shit Appraisal Master " and the game character " Lion Hidden in the Eyes " are still trying to continue to cover things up:
"Oh, this one, well, this is an entertainment project we've been developing recently."
[ The Shit Appraisal Master ] grabbed his hair and uttered lies that even he himself didn't quite believe.
Whether the player in front of him didn't understand or truly understood, he suddenly seemed intrigued.
"Really? What kind of entertainment is this?"
[ The Shit Appraisal Master ] quickly winked at the Dragonborn beside him, his facial muscles twitching as if to say—Quickly, think about what kind of entertainment this is!
[ Lion Hidden in the Eyes ] Under pressure from his companions, in a moment of desperation, he slapped his forehead:
"This is... this is an escape room!"