"This CG animation is really well done!"
"The birth of the dragon is so spectacular!"
After the prologue ended, a wonderful CG scene popped up on the screen, just like a sci-fi blockbuster, which Wang Hao enjoyed very much.
A few minutes of that movie must have cost millions to produce?
From an artistic point of view, I’d give it a 7 out of 10!
That dragon lost its physical body and wasn’t as cool as before, so I’m deducting a point.
Moreover, the war between the dragon and the "Moon of Illusion" seed not to have erupted yet, leaving itching at a critical mont!
Deduct two more points!
After the animation ended, with a "zzt" sound, the screen again filled with nurous snowflake-like dots, and the text was deliberately twisted and squiggly, like tadpoles moving slowly.
"Dear Player, hello, welco to the Cross-dinsional Ga!"
"The na of the script is ’Paradise’."
"The Ideal Level of this script: 8 stars, difficulty level 7."
"Main mission: Re-seal the ’Moon of Illusion’."
"Note: You have obtained command authority of the Demon God ’Dark Moon·Dragon Devouring the World.’ Once you issue a command, it will launch a deadly attack on the ’Moon of Illusion’!"
"Should you issue the attack command and still fail the mission, an additional 900 points will be required to resurrect your Demon God and restart the ga."
"Your current amount of ga points is 11400."
In the upper right corner of the screen, there appeared a lively little black dragon icon.
Just by lightly pressing the icon, the dragon would madly rush forward for the final battle with the ’Moon of Illusion’!
Wang Hao seed to understand sothing and nodded, "I see, this little black dragon bred for the task isn’t for a frontal attack."
"I’m supposed to do so internal sabotage in ’Paradise’."
"If only I die, it’ll only cost 100 points to revive."
"But if the dragon and I both die, it’ll cost 1000 points to revive!"
I can live with that setting!
...
The view gradually widened, and the sounds beca clearer.
Wang Hao took a deep breath, controlled his character, and looked around.
The cold color tones and dim light made it slightly uncomfortable.
Drip, drip.
The sound of water droplets ca from the rocks above.
In the dark and narrow miner’s tunnel, the road surface had a slight slope, and ahead was a pitch-black unknown area.
The scene was sowhat similar to "Sheep Intestine Tunnel I," yet different. There were clearly many paths at this junction, marked with the numbers "1, 2, 3, 4," and there were flickering streetlights overhead.
Not far away on the wall, there hung a map of the mine.
Wang Hao stepped forward and took a close look, "I am now on the second level of the mine, which is quite large... almost the size of a small town."
The situation of this scene was different from what he expected, making Wang Hao puzzled.
"Where have all those tourists gone? Going through all the trouble just to enter this shabby place? Is there sothing here that attracts people?"
"What did that old monk’s story an?"
He carefully felt the items he carried.
"Gender: Male"
"Identity card number 07132344, canned food 300g*3, compressed biscuits 500g*2, water*1000 milliliters."
The canned food had a pig’s leg painted on it; it was probably ham or Spam.
"This mine must have so connection with ’Sheep Intestine Tunnel’ at the beginning, it’s just that I don’t know what that connection is exactly."
"Sheep Intestine Tunnel," that story without an end, is still fresh in my mory.
Just as Wang Hao was sowhat confused, a hoarse and weak voice reached his ears: "Hey, hey, kid, what are you standing around for? This is my turf, all the mushrooms here are mine!"
"Don’t tell , you’re planning to steal them?"
"You’re young and strong, if you need sothing, just go down there and pick a crystal stone, but don’t steal my mushrooms!"
Wang Hao turned around and saw a dirty old beggar lying in the shadow of the mine.
This guy was disheveled, with a withered face, looking like soone with kidney failure, stuffing a gray mushroom into his mouth, chewing with an audible "crunch, crunch," as if it had a satisfying texture.
Indeed, there were grey, umbrella-shaped mushrooms growing on the rock wall, resembling oyster mushrooms.
Whether these were poisonous or not was completely indistinguishable.
"I’m lost, just taking a random look around. How long have you been staying here?" Wang Hao casually struck up a conversation.
As a Legendary Master with a Spiritual Strength of five thousand, since the system hadn’t popped up any danger alerts, he could tentatively treat the beggar as a normal NPC he could interact with.
"Lost? This is such a simple layout, what’s there to get lost in? It’s just these few paths back and forth."
"Don’t you know if it’s your first ti here? It shouldn’t be... This is just the second level of the mine, how could you get lost?" the old beggar muttered to himself, and along the way, he also issued a warning.
"Don’t steal my mushrooms, kid!"
Wang Hao’s eyes lit up, suddenly understanding sothing. The so-called "first level" must have been the vast majority of miners, transported into the real "Paradise"!
And as for himself, here to wreak havoc, he sohow got transported to the second level.
If he kept going down to the third, fourth level, he might reach the "Sheep Intestine Tunnel" script he had played before!
He swallowed, his heart pounding.
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