The sound of the whip slicing through the air and the angry shout of "Go work!" echoed in the ears of [ Shit Appraisal Master ]. His mind went blank for a moment, as if every wrinkle had been smoothed out by an unknown force.
He glanced at the [ Good Times Don't Last ] beside him:
"Dude, are we in a game?"
[ The Good Times Don't Last. ] His expression was one of utter astonishment, but he still nodded.
"Yes."
"That's good. I thought I'd stumbled upon some anti-revolutionary 19th-century plantation."
"I understand 19th-century plantations, but where is the Heavenly Gang?"
" The Blood Corpse's skin is white."
"Oh, that's indeed contrary to the Heavenly Stems."
The two quietly crouched behind a pile of rubble, then slowly moved towards the Blood Corpse, and soon spotted the player wielding the whip.
The two waved, and [ Pizza Heart ] noticed this, looked around for a moment, and then turned and walked away.
A few seconds later, [ Shit Appraisal Master ] received a friend request from player [ Pizza Heart ].
Before he could even say hello, the other party's message arrived quickly:
"You've finally arrived..."
"What's going on here? How did it turn into a slave mine?"
"It's a long story, but to put it simply, all four of us were infected and became intelligent Blood Corpse under that marquis's command, and we're currently helping him escape."
"You guys are going to do that too?"
"There's nothing we can do. The seal will be broken sooner or later. All we can do is slow it down... by making the Blood Corpse do it half-heartedly."
"You guys are truly geniuses. Is there anything we should be careful about?"
"Try to gather information as far away from this mountain as possible. We've already finished gathering information in this area. If you appear here and we don't attack, the marquis will become suspicious."
"Can he synchronize your senses?"
"Yes, but I suspect it would require a lot of power, so we'll only spy on it for a short while each day. However, we're unsure when that will be, so please try to avoid coming over."
"So you turned away only after you saw us?"
"Right."
"So what's our chat history now...?"
"This is just a game system, I don't believe it can break the fourth wall, hahaha."
"I see... Then we'll use this to communicate from now on."
"No problem. As for other things to be aware of, you can check the forum; we posted about them there."
Okay, feel free to contact me if you need any help.
After the chat ended, [ Shit Appraisal Master ] found the post mentioned by [ Pizza Heart ] on the forum and forwarded it to [ Good Times Don't Last Long].
The post by [Clear Soup Master] explains it in great detail; in summary, it's about...
The four joined the Blood Corpse faction intending to roam freely, only to discover that the Blood Corpse were even less free than the humans.
After loudly provoking the Marquis, [ Clear Soup Master ] became the so-called "chosen one," gaining the temporary ability to command Blood Corpse, at the cost of helping the Marquis escape more quickly.
After discussing it offline, the four decided to help the Marquis in a similar assembly line manner. [ Clear Soup Master ] became the dispatcher of the Blood Corpse, while the other three took up whips Incarnation slave owners.
With the assembly line in place, the Blood Corpse appeared to have a clear division of labor, with some digging and others transporting materials. However, in reality, there was no rest or shift rotation. Due to the extremely uneven distribution of workload, the digging speed was actually much slower than before.
The current situation is that the Blood Corpse in front, responsible for digging, are almost burned out, while the Blood Corpse behind are unknowingly slacking off.
In order to keep this production line running smoothly, the four hoped that other players would try not to interfere with its operation. Of course, if everyone wanted to sneak in from behind and steal a bite, like when they dealt with Bennett, that would be fine too. This would actually give [ Clear Soup Master ] more excuses when the Marquis became suspicious.
After reading the post, the two felt that the World of Disorder had once again refreshed their understanding of the limits of reality.
[ The Good Times Don't Last ] He asked, dumbfounded:
Do other games have this kind of gameplay?
[ Shit Appraisal Master ]: "As far as I know, some games with similar guild wars have the feature of sending spies, but that's PVP. For a PVE game to allow spies, and to this extent, I have nothing to say."
"Those four are definitely geniuses."
"I think this is better than [ Aluode's ]."
"I think so too. It's a pity that [ Aluode ] was the first to do this; the adjective slot has already been taken."
The two rode their Hoofed Beast away from the Blood Corpse ' territory and headed towards areas that had not yet been explored.
The two were doing their leisurely work while casually browsing posts. Soon, [ Shit Appraisal Master ] received a share from [ Good Times Don't Last ]: [Help: What to do if everyone is deprived of their sight?].
Published an hour ago?
[ The Shit Appraisal Master ] frowned, clicked on the link, and then suddenly realized what was going on and burst out laughing.
On the way to the Marquis's Sealed Land, there is a severely disordered area, where any living being that enters will be randomly deprived of one of their five senses.
According to the post, another team of four seems to have had bad luck; all members have been temporarily blinded and are now only able to hold hands and crawl forward little by little while looking at a small map...
While the minimap provides clear directional guidance, the terrain of the Wilderness of Chaos is not a flat plain; hills and rocks are scattered throughout, making it increasingly difficult for the four-person team to advance.
The player in charge of leading the team was named [ Bread Knight ]. Unable to think of any way to escape except suicide, he had no choice but to post for help.
The post was made an hour ago. [ Shit Appraisal Master ] glanced at the comments section and found that the problem had not yet been resolved.
However, for this problem, [ Shit Appraisal Master ] and [ Good Times Don't Last ] actually have a solution summarized --
When the two first entered that chaotic realm, one was deprived of sight, and the other was deprived of hearing.
The debuff looked terrifying, so the two immediately turned around and left the disordered area, only to find that their sight and hearing had returned.
So the two of them recklessly tested the limits of their own lives, going back and forth three or four times until they found a taste they didn't need for the time being before choosing to enter the realm.
The two had handled the crisis perfectly; the only problem was that they hadn't considered the Hoofed Beast they were riding.
Seeing the comments section filled with things like "It's hopeless, just restart" and "What terrible luck, I suggest you be more careful in your next life," [ Shit Appraisal Master ] thought for a moment and left his own comment in the tone of someone who's been there:
"Why not exit the area after being blinded and refresh the debuff?"