"After a hundred years of disorder, I've learned to drive a car~"
"Uphill and downhill..."
A discordant melody composed of numerous Blood Corpse and their voices echoed within the cabins of the King of Fall Resistance, I Guess, its sound reflecting off the surrounding walls and blending back into the melody, creating an even more eerie atmosphere.
The state of harmony, which is both separated and reunited, is hard to describe in words. Sometimes it sounds like the cry of a newborn baby, and other times it sounds like the hoarse breathing of an old man on his deathbed.
But what followed was even more bizarre. Inside the cabin containing the five Soul Returner and the two Short-Eared Elf, a large number of plant branches and roots were growing and wriggling wildly, like some terrifying man-eating plants in a tropical rainforest from a horror story.
Sight and hearing are the two senses that players rely on most, but now they are both being ruthlessly interfered with, receiving a barrage of information that resembles an adult cult, causing the players' faces to contort in a state similar to the word "head".
As for the two Short-Eared Elf...
They seemed to have enveloped themselves in a soundproof barrier, and didn't even bring the Soul Returner, as if they were secretly carrying out some kind of punishment.
As for the visual aspect...
The two of them closed their eyes and sat cross-legged in the corner, looking relaxed and waiting for the farce to end.
The story goes back to an earlier point...
Three hours had passed since the group left Satellite City No. 42, and the well-maintained cobblestone road still showed no sign of ending.
In this respect, the Graycast Corridor truly excels.
This power has been established for eighty years, bordering the Demon Realm to the east, the Wilderness of Chaos to the west, the sea to the south, and the Eternal Domain to the north.
Each of the four directions presented its own difficulties in expanding territory, so the only option was to rationally plan and utilize the land, which was about the size of three or four provinces.
Road administration is clearly one part of this process.
The group originally thought that there would be better roads only near the satellite city, but they did not expect that although Satellite City No. 42 had been out of sight for a long time, the roads that were a hundred times easier to travel than the Wilderness of Chaos were still extending.
However, for every good thing, something else goes bad. The roads have indeed improved, but the behavior of the King of Fall Resistance, I Guess " has gone bad.
Ever since it was confirmed that the two Short-Eared Elf could set off with the group, the King of Fall Resistance, I Guess has been in a state of euphoria.
The Soul Returner, who were already adults and had received a normal education, had never seen anyone with such a strong thirst for knowledge. The Machine Spirit's desire for books even surpassed what they had seen in the past ten or twenty years; it could almost be described as a "reading addiction."
Getting the elf teacher into the car should have been a good thing.
However, things did not develop in the positive direction that the young Machine Spirit had anticipated, because a new obstacle appeared in front of the King of Fall Resistance, I Guess, blocking its path to the realm of Psionic Energy.
The Short-Eared Elf discovered a weakness in the Machine Spirit —it was too young to multitask, something that seemed simple enough.
In other words, if the King of Fall Resistance, I Guess wants to move forward, it cannot listen to the Elf Mage's lectures; if it listens to the Elf Mage's lectures, it cannot continue moving forward.
Unwittingly caught in this predicament of "I can't hug you if I pick up the scissors, and I can't protect you if I put down the scissors," the King of Fall Resistance, I Guess" immediately and visibly began to decline.
Multitasking is essential for Psionic Energy users; otherwise, it is difficult to guide the flow of Psionic Energy without causing problems inside or outside the body.
Fortunately, the Short-Eared Elf mage had considerable experience in this area, and he earnestly told the Machine Spirit:
"Although you have great talent and can manipulate plant roots to mimic the movements of hands, to become a Psionic Energy, you must learn to do several things at the same time."
As he spoke, he demonstrated his basic skills as a mage, or rather, Psionic Energy—
The Short-Eared Elf drew a perfect circle in the air with one hand, and a five-pointed star with the other.
The Psionic Energy flowing from his fingertips, tinged with a faint blue, floated in the air, showcasing the precision of the patterns he had drawn.
Several Soul Returner glanced at it and thought it wasn't too difficult, but after trying it themselves a few times, they found it wasn't so easy, and they were all amazed.
The King of Fall Resistance, I Guess" was also attracted by this seemingly simple operation, so he immediately started trying it out.
However, he couldn't even draw a reasonably sized ellipse, let alone a perfectly round one, of his roots and branches.
The gesture of putting its hands together was clearly an exceptional performance, which made the Short-Eared Elf feel somewhat deceived.
So he thought for a moment and then said:
"If you want to learn how to multitask or even triple-task, you can practice the movements I just demonstrated, but the premise is that it should not affect your driving."
"If you can do that, why not add a memorization component? You can memorize anything."
And so things ended up like this: the twitching roots and branches, like a carnivorous plant from a ghost story, are King of Fall Resistance, I Guess practicing how to draw two different standard shapes at the same time.
The rhyme he sang, which sounded like "children's insoles," was something he must have learned at some point or from somewhere.
Upon first hearing the familiar melody from another world, [ Vanilla Ice Cream Scoop ] wore an expression of disbelief.
If it weren't for [ Do Some Farm Work ] swearing that he absolutely didn't teach them, they would probably have a hundred holes punched in their bodies by now.
Everyone knew that the increased strength of the King of Fall Resistance, I Guess would be extremely beneficial to their side, but unfortunately, the song was just too awful and the moves were just too bizarre.
Unfortunately, jumping out of the car at that moment was simply impossible.
The task is almost halfway done; we can't just give up because of this little thing, can we?
Besides, this place is neither Wilderness of Chaos without rules nor their old home, the Second Holy See. In this Graycast Corridor, there are no signs of modification on them. What if they are mistaken for savages?
After much deliberation, players chose the cowardly option of a clean break over a ruthless one.
They've logged off.
So what if the song is bad?
I'm not putting up with this anymore!
Why don't you just call me online when the car arrives at the Great Labyrinth City?
All three Soul Returner logged off within a day, while [ Do Some Farm Work ] managed to hold on until the next morning, but ultimately gave up and ran away.
Only [ Vanilla Ice Cream Scoop ], because she had never raised any pets since she was a child, so her attitude towards the King of Fall Resistance, I Guess" was somewhat like raising a very intelligent Border Collie.
In order to avoid creating any discord between them, they endured the journey for two whole days, choosing the most treacherous route through Red Stone.
On the morning of the third day, as the sun rose, everyone finally saw a towering, gray city wall appear at the edge of their field of vision.
We've arrived at the Great Labyrinth City!