[I am Lu Li, this is the third ti. The first two were reversed, and the answer can be found from the footprints on the ceiling. Previous mories have been forgotten, this is the corrupt sewer, the house has no clues. Upstairs guest room window is broken, five stones on the floor, next I will]
[There are other shadows on the street, they enter the house with a wooden sign, next I will approach there.]
...
[This is the fourth ti, unable to confirm the authenticity of the previous note, but the information is correct, rchant Anthony also said so.]
[The reason for the number of tis is unknown, what it represents, but each ti it will appear in the sa location in the living room of this house. Considering the ti is continuous, next I will go to the cabin from the third ti to find clues. If I can leave clues in ti, I’ll put them in my pocket]
...
[I’ve arrived, the number of tis is related to death, each death will lose previous mories, including one’s own mories, while deepening the connection (doubtful). There are enemies.]
...
[Fifth ti. There is a suspicious person on the second floor of a neighboring house with open windows. My presence will make him lose mory, he makes confirm "death will lose previous and more mories, deepening the connection with the corrupt sewer."]
[Will Ken appeared and told this is a fork, I can stop searching for an exit to clear, or I can continue to get the Cursed Title to clear, but it still requires continued death. I am preparing to try now]
Six notes, except for the first one which is unrecognizable and incomprehensible, the remaining five are in Lu Li’s tone.
Lost mories...
Lu Li’s indifferent dark eyes scanned the last note.
Losing external mories is bad news, people won’t notice what they’ve lost.
Land of Light, Midnight City, Vena Ice-Free Port...
mories remain in the mind, but has more important mory been lost?
Lu Li surveyed the living room, his footprints scattered throughout every corner of the house, including the ceiling, but more on the floor. All clues in the notes can be found in traces in this house, as if the note’s content was real.
rchant Anthony subsequently appeared to confirm that Lu Li had summoned him five tis before.
"But my Eyeball Fruit hasn’t decreased, the Eternal Sleep Tablet still exists."
The wooden box carried by Lu Li still contained the three left after the first level, and the white tablet from Vice-Chancellor Criss, Claire’s mother’s "gadgets" still lay in the dicine bottle.
The rchant could not answer Lu Li, nor could Lu Li.
The note was put back on the dining table, Lu Li left a new note "This is the sixth ti" and departed toward the neighboring house.
Empty cans that rolled down the stairs scattered around the living room floor, Lu Li stepped over them, ascending steps marked with disordered footprints, arriving on the second floor.
The house was silent, empty, only the thin threads tied to the railing and the empty cans lying downstairs evidenced what had happened before.
Now, only the final choice lay before Lu Li: survival or death.
...
The depths of the mist shrouded in darkness.
The dim oil lamp gradually lit up, dispelling the darkness, revealing the figure holding the oil lamp.
The yellow light spread outward, revealing more hidden things in the darkness.
Lu Li raised the oil lamp, before him appeared a long-unused, old living room. A ceiling fan hung above, ssy bowls and spoons left on the dining table, windows draped with dust like curtains. Disparate from the living room were several notes scattered on the dusty, shoe print-covered dining table.
[This is the sixth ti. I took the Eternal Sleep Tablet, but unexpectedly it would still be in the stomach.]
Lu Li retrieved the dicine bottle from the stomach, the white tablet lay quietly at the bottom.
"This is the seventh ti." answered rchant Anthony who was summoned.
Perhaps the last ti...
Lu Li’s dark eyes fell toward the corner of the wall, his quiet gaze seed through the wall looking into the distance—a kind of guidance, a sort of call faintly ca from there.
[Seventh ti, I feel the call.]
Lifting the oil lamp, Lu Li left the house, heading along the empty street towards the source of the call.
Undoubtedly, the rules of the corrupt sewer suited as a trial chanism, provided one could control here—the visible ten camps were indeed enough to control a forbidden place.
The oil lamp in hand casting a yellow glow, Lu Li walked calmly on the silent street.
Clearing requires pure rationality, wisdom, and luck—plus enough willpower to face "death."
Rationality maintains calm thinking, wisdom identifies each death, luck discovers truths unexpectedly, and the will to commit active suicide.
Behind the windows of street-side houses shadows shifted, they observed the empty long street but ignored the silently passing Lu Li.
The truth of the corrupt sewer seed like an alternative "the answer lies in the question itself."
Death is the answer, yet a mont’s discovery of truth cannot aid in escaping the plight, as each death results in mory loss, returning to the start. Even if clues are left behind, the next self would question and doubt them.
Lu Li encountered a silhouette spreading cold and the aura of death ahead on the road. As a higher "invisible" existence, the silhouette could not perceive Lu Li, entering each house, still imrsed in the sweet illusion of eliminated players.
And the terror of "losing other mories" lurked ahead—more tragic was losing mory itself would also be lost.
Guidance and call grew stronger, shadows of the church tower erged in the distant dark street.
DONG—DONG—DONG—
The distant bell sounds echoed above the town, as Lu Li approached.
Suspended on ceilings, exploring houses, allied to find an exit, utilizing forgetting power to reap players simultaneously heard the echoed bell from distant void.
Within the bell, Lu Li who forgot too many mories seed to see another self on the road: suspended on ceilings, deciphering puzzles, seeking companions to leave the second level.
Lu Li stepped into the desolate church graveyard, at the end of the gravel path, chapel door slowly pulled open.
The faded red carpet led into the chapel depths, alongside the red carpet, ethereal, blurred, indistinct silhouettes welcod Lu Li.
They may once have been residents, believers of this place, now as residents of the Land of Oblivion, welcoming new resident Lu Li’s joining.
Join them, join this Land of Oblivion.
Lu Li’s figure stopped at the red carpet’s end, distorted shadows ford an invisible crown, slowly lowered onto Lu Li’s head, bestowing upon him the Cursed Title.
As consciousness imrsed in the Cursed Title, thin mist suddenly enveloped around Lu Li’s body.
It clashed with the place’s atmosphere. The welcoming silhouettes roared due to the invasive mist, the terrifying power abruptly ruptured the void, to descend suppressing the thin mist around Lu Li.
Like it could be blown away by a breeze, the thin mist still wafted, deepening gradually. Amid the roars and anger, they could only watch Lu Li being enveloped by the burgeoning mist.
[Crown of Knowledge]
[Knowledge is a red apple filled with poison, knowledge is a cake filled with Maggots, knowledge is a trap disguised as safe—knowledge is power.]
[Your knowledge becos your weapon]
[——at the cost of knowledge itself]
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