The world outside was pitch dark. Theoretically, a transparent "thing" would squeeze into the elevator.
Wang Hao made no scruples and directly used the ability of "Spiritual Vision."
A gray mist appeared in the air, and a human face hovered above the elevator, seemingly laughing, yet seemingly crying, mocking, angry, weeping...
But sothing strange happened: in this new reincarnation, the elevator doors remained open, never closing.
Nor did it descend to the third basent level.
Everything around them quieted down.
Finally, it evolved into a dead silence. Even the woman in red stopped trembling.
"What’s going on?"
Wang Hao focused intently on the few people around him.
He was ready to use his own blood to deter these oddities.
"They... should be devoid of thoughts."
"They’re not like the beings of Taoyuan Village who still possess thoughts, hence there’s no possibility of communication."
"Why isn’t the elevator moving? Shouldn’t it continue to descend and let the tal box co in?" Wang Hao faintly found so very important information.
"Could it be because of my actions just now that made the two security guards enter the elevator, changing the entire plot?"
"What should I do now? Do I have to go out?"
But clearly, ti was running out for him.
One minute, two minutes, three minutes—the elevator still did not budge.
First was the epileptic woman, who let out a soft wailing cry!
This wail was sowhat plaintive and quiet, yet mournful, like the lant of a despairing person at the brink of death, looping repeatedly in the cramped elevator, emanating a sinister feeling.
[You feel waves of sadness, and tears uncontrollably stream from your eyes.]
[Your body starts to stiffen involuntarily.]
[You have a premonition that if this continues, you will die amidst this intense sadness.]
Wang Hao’s expression changed.
He still chose not to enter this pitch-dark world.
It was clearly not a place for humans to exist, and even if he discovered a bit of information, it wouldn’t be of much help to the main mission.
"I need to help this character cross into my own world. This clearly isn’t the target world."
[Danger, danger, danger]A series of warnings popped up on the screen.
Clutching the shard of glass, Wang Hao steeled his heart, ready for a do-or-die struggle!
...
The "whining" cry was contagious, and even the two security guards began to cry softly.
The black cloud of mist, however, had no reaction, simply enveloping the area of the ceiling. The human face kept distorting, sotis crying, sotis laughing.
Feng Ling breathed heavily, tears streaming down incessantly.
She knew she was suffering the influence of distortion, this overwhelmingly sad feeling, which seed beyond the limits humans could endure.
It felt as if her soul was crying along, wailing out all her vitality.
Even though she had already died once, the imnse terror approaching still involuntarily spurred a feeling of despair.
The most crucial point was, she couldn’t control herself and could only be a spectator.
"Why is this happening!"
Or perhaps, being unable to control herself was a kind of consolation, at least the pain was sowhat mitigated.
After all, she was at a dead end now.
Just as she was about to resign herself to fate, she found herself raising her arm and fiercely throwing a shard of glass!
...
"Give it to Grandpa!"
The shard was thrown harshly and quickly, harnessing all her strength!
With a "snap," the glass pierced into flesh, slicing open the woman’s neck, but not even a drop of blood flowed out—instead, a butter-like substance oozed out and quickly healed.
Feng Ling shuddered entirely, her heart trembling.
As far as she knew, only powerful Strange Objects could suppress distortion...
This shard was just ordinary glass...
She would die, she really would die!
...
...
This feeling was truly exhilarating!
Old Wang suddenly discovered a new joy, punching and kicking the woman in red like a madman.
Being hit, the woman in red cried even more mournfully, her voice piercing sharply into the ears.
Wang Hao found his vision was slowly darkening, and he pulled out another shard, shooting it forth.
"Get down!"
But it was of no use.
Clearly, the ga character’s strength had been greatly weakened by the wailing; the shard only hit the woman’s clothes, didn’t even break the skin, and bluntly fell to the ground.
The "whining" cry penetrated his thoughts, reaching deep into his soul.
[You feel weakness throughout your body.]
[Your eyelids are almost too heavy to keep open.]
[You sense a lethal threat.]
As more danger alerts popped up, he found himself helpless to stand up.
"Really, still can’t fight against these anomalies?"
Wang Hao sighed, seeing that his character was almost done for, he harshly grasped the glass shard from the ground and madly slashed open his arm’s veins!
"Let’s perish together!"
Blood splattered out...
But...
It didn’t seem to have much effect.
The so-called "it" hadn’t appeared, instead, the mass of black fog floating on the ceiling, like a vicious dog seeing feces, lunged wildly.
"Gah?" Wang Hao was slightly shocked, had he guessed wrong?
In the black fog, a distorted face kept changing, gnawing at the ga character’s facial skin. In less than a second, the poor female character’s face was covered in blood, the skin completely peeled off, her body stiffened, and in intense agony, she used up her last strength to let out a heart-wrenching scream.
"Ahhh!!!"
Just then, the ceiling’s incandescent light suddenly started flickering!
The elevator began to tremble violently!
The chanical electronic tone rang once again.
"Ding dong! Ding dong! Ding dong!"
These series of sounds densely drilled into his head and eventually turned into a terrifying scream.
It completely drowned out all other sounds.
The woman in red stopped crying too.
Then, a great force ca, and two security guards grabbed the character and tossed her out of the elevator doors.
The field of view darkened...
"You died."
"Cause of Death: Died from gas poisoning."
...
"This death is too tragic... it’s unbearable to watch."
"Is the second basent level Gas World?"
Died once again.
Gained new information.
Moreover, being simultaneously attacked by multiple oddities in the elevator gave Wang Hao an indescribable feeling of humiliation.
In that cramped space, the woman in red, two identical looking security guards, a mass of black cloud, plus the elevator itself, summing up to five oddities, all launched their attacks on the character.
It was pure torture...
Most crucially, the ga character had no ability to fight back.
If this isn’t a shaplay, what is? Even hardcore fetish materials aren’t this twisted!
Thinking of this, Wang Hao felt a surge of anger, wanting to strike back.
"Today I’m going to forge a Rune Flying Sword and slaughter all you scum!"
His anger grew even more intense, making him feel increasingly agitated...
Suddenly, his cellphone vibrated.
He casually clicked to check.
It was a notification from the "Save the Multi-universe Group," sent by Namo Gatling Bodhisattva: "From now on, anyone posting fetish materials will be kicked!"
Hmm?!
Wang Hao was startled.
Speaking of fetish materials, it had been a long ti since he last played them.
He opened the "Save the Multi-universe Group," and as usual, it was lively, with the guys madly discussing international affairs, things like ili Empire’s CPI skyrocketing, Europe’s CPI skyrocketing, and so on.
Commonly referred to as "keyboard politics."
However, Wang Hao had no interest in keyboard politics—after all, it’s all talk, how could it affect international affairs?
Inside the group, there was a folder, containing various carefully collected premium gas, a dazzling array.
"Pure Love Yuri Brutal Minotaur, we want them all! ’College Life Uni’ without regrets!"
"June’s new series ’Female Berserker Imrsive Cosplay Experience’"
"Why is humanity in ’Love Season V1.1’ all 365 days?"
He suddenly saw a picture mixed among the compressed files, filled with a bunch of text: "How long after quitting pornography can brain function recover? Three months isn’t short, six months isn’t long. Nothing in this world is as perilous as human desires, how many have strayed in life; those lost in the furnace of lust, mournfully walk the dark path." Below, there was also a very classic image of Gatling Bodhisattva.
"This is really corrupting..."
Wang Hao was sowhat speechless.
"Forget about it, I quickly grew disgusted with fetish materials anyway, let’s play ’Cross-dinsional Ga’."
That’s the difference between dopamine and endorphins.
He got up, ate sothing, racked his brains, and began to ditate in front of the computer desk.
Two cycles of reincarnation weren’t entirely without gain, he still uncovered quite a bit of information...
Actually, he was only a few steps away from clearing the ga. After all, it was just Three Stars difficulty, it couldn’t possibly hide too many twists.
Wang Hao neatly extracted two particularly important pieces, starting to fill in the blanks.
(There are only ▇▇ ▇▇▇▇.)
(It detests ▇▇▇)
"As long as I crack these two sentences, I should be able to unravel the mystery."
"As a hardcore player who has completed 7-Star difficulty, I can’t possibly fail to decrypt a 3-Star scenario, right?"
The first fill-in-the-blank was quickly solved.
Wang Hao snapped his fingers, a smile on his face.
Full of confidence.
"Xiaoyue, Xiaoyue, co here!"
"What’s up!" Han Xiaoyue heard his call and thumped upstairs with a smile on her face: "Why do I feel like soone is a bit agitated playing gas?"
"No, not at all!"
Wang Hao was indeed a bit impatient just now, but now, having solved so puzzles, he felt no impatience at all.
The internet cafe’s business was just so-so, with only a few custors around; it wasn’t too busy.
That Ling Pingzhi was a real shut-in, basically hiding in his own booth playing whack-a-mole gas for kids.
Under these circumstances, what was there to be impatient about?
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