The red-haired woman holding the whip quickly fixed her gaze on Chen Miao, looked him up and down, and then squinted her eyes into a smile, "Handso boy, from the mont I saw you, I've found you utterly disgusting."
"This feeling of revulsion is unprovoked, arising from the depths of my heart."
"So... you must possess so kind of Taboo Item that makes won detest you, right?"
"..."
Chen Miao raised an eyebrow slightly, clearly not expecting that the Taboo Item would be guessed so easily; although it didn't matter even if it was revealed, this also demonstrated that these high-level Supernaturals had a much stronger control over themselves compared to ordinary Supernaturals.
They could even detect sudden changes in their emotions imdiately.
This was no simple task.
Humans are emotional creatures and hardly notice abrupt shifts in their feelings. When a person has such acute control over their emotions, it indicates an even greater mastery over their body—implying that this woman must be an expert in close combat with formidable strength.
He did not deny it but calmly nodded and said softly, "Yes, there is such a Taboo Item. Allow to introduce myself: Gunner, level 37..."
However, before he could finish speaking, soone interrupted him.
"Level 37? I rember you haven't even reached level 20 yet, right? You haven't undergone the Third Turn either, have you?"
"Right? Chen Miao."
"You're quite the celebrity, I know you."
The man holding a wine glass in a tailcoat, with a face full of smiles, looked towards Chen Miao, "My family recently told a lot about you. Soone has been missing you a lot; that person is my brother, Zhang Wanlin."
"He told , everything you told him was wrong and it cost him quite a bit."
"He's been searching the world for you, and to think we'd et here."
"But I'm curious about one thing: how did a Supernatural below level twenty manage to enter this C-level secret realm? There's a threshold for levels in C-level secret realms, with a minimum requirent of level 35. How did you get in?"
"..."
Chen Miao remained silent in place, not imdiately responding, surprised to be recognized and even more surprised to encounter an acquaintance here.
He rembered that Zhang Wanlin.
He rembered him pressuring to find out how he woke up from the fourth layer of the dream. He didn't like his attitude, so he casually made up a thod, which apparently the other had tried, and for that, held a grudge against him.
He had thought that since players couldn't see each other's levels, he could report a level that was not too high or too low, blending in with the crowd while not standing out overly, to facilitate moving around.
Now it seed that there were so flaws in his plan.
After a long silence, he lifted his head to look at the countdown on the ceiling and said softly, "I didn't want to co here either. I'm here due to so unforeseen circumstances. This is a group raid secret realm; we need to work together cooperatively. Let's not worry about external issues and focus on getting through this together."
"The countdown is about to end. I don't have experience with C-level secret realms, but you do. You tell what to do."
He had an idea of the countdown's purpose, which seed to be a brief ten-minute period for them to communicate and introduce themselves. Once the countdown ended, the secret realm would officially comnce.
And just at that mont—
"Dadadada!!!"
The man carrying the rocket launcher, without any prior warning, took out a Hell Gatling that emitted a purple glow from his chest, aid at a corner where a pitiful-looking female university student was continuously sobbing quietly, and without a mont's halt, pulled the trigger, unleashing a barrage of bullets towards her.
Countless bullets sliced through the dusty air, leaving behind a trail of flas.
The bullets pierced through the female college student's corpse and peppered the wooden cabin, but curiously, they caused no damage. The instant the bullets hit the wooden walls, they seed to lose their montum and fell to the ground.
The woman who had been quietly crying from the start was now lying in a pool of blood, her body riddled with bullet holes.
It seed as if he had noted the surprise in Chen Miao's eyes.
The young man carrying a rocket launcher gave Chen Miao a friendly smile and then took the lead in pushing the door of the cabin open to step outside, while explaining, "D-level or higher secret realms are generally plot-based, with much larger areas."
"And the point where we arrive is generally a safe house."
"At the beginning of the secret realm, there is a certain amount of ti for the players to introduce themselves to each other. In tis of crisis within the realm, one can also take refuge in the safe house to avoid damage. It's basically safe here."
"Of course—"
The young man paused, "Clearly, the safe house can only block damage from outside; it doesn't have much effect against damage inside."
"This woman was too strange, it was better to deal with her sooner rather than later." Read exclusive adventures at empire
"In a C-level secret realm, a teammate who may beco unstable at any mont is far more terrifying than any boss."
The last sentence was specifically for Chen Miao.
Since Chen Miao was the only one frowning, while the others looked as if it were only natural. Clearly, if the young man hadn't acted, they would have. No one wanted such an eerie and uncommunicative person as their teammate.
Just as was said at the beginning.
A seven-person team dungeon doesn't necessarily have to be cleared by seven people.
Six will do, or even fewer.
...
"Heh."
The man in the tailcoat finished his wine in one gulp and then chuckled as he walked out of the cabin, passing by Chen Miao. Seeing Chen Miao still frowning and looking at the female college student's corpse, he couldn't help but laugh.
"Worthy of being a hero who has saved countless lives, your heart is just so kind."
"Tsk, looking quite decent, aren't we?"
Chen Miao, standing still, ignored the provocation and mockery of the clown beside him and continued to gaze thoughtfully at the woman lying in the pool of blood who seed unable to move any longer. He felt that these people had overlooked sothing.
A C-level secret realm, no less!
Even if this female college student, like him, had been cursed by a demon to enter here, she would have been soone who cleared an E-level secret realm, with much stronger ntal fortitude than an ordinary person. How could she just cry in a corner from the mont she entered the realm, refusing any communication?
It was extrely abnormal.
For so reason, an intense urge to deliver a finishing shot surged within him. He had a strong hunch that this woman was not dead yet, and that if he did not step forward to fire that shot now, she might reappear later and cause significant trouble for them.
But...
He turned his head to look at the retreating figure of the young man with the rocket launcher. The man had already left, showing no intention of firing that finishing shot.
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