The Whale Song Guild possesses a unique data control ability, capable of blurring the boundaries between reality and virtuality, parsing the material world into streams of data, and altering reality through code modification.
The data flood, encountering [Self-Burst], and then overlaid with a destructive virus, eventually produces an effect comparable to the [Millennium Bug Bomb].
The architectural structure of the old mansion is in a state of rapid disarray; ceilings, windows, and the ground seem to rge into one. One mont, flas spew from wall cracks; the next mont, they shrink back as if ti has reversed.
The only certainty is that the old mansion is disintegrating.
The gathered floating corpses in the water start to decompose with the passage of ti. The entire brick and stone structure gradually sinks into the water, continuing its silent combustion below the surface.
It’s resolved, finally.
On Ada’s face, there’s still no sign of joy or sorrow, only upon close observation can one detect a hint of relaxation at the corners of her brow and mouth.
"You..."
Wu Quan, also fallen on the cabin floor, gradually regains control over his body as the anesthetic in his system subsides.
He moves his numb arm to support himself against the wall while seated, asking Ada with a complex expression: "Why didn’t you inform us of the plan?"
Ada didn’t really intend to betray her comrades, but rather she risked her own spirit’s obliteration to ignite the Nightmare Curse.
"If I told you, would you have agreed?"
Ada retorted, which was t with Wu Quan’s silence.
Indeed, none of the players present wanted to return to this mold-infested old mansion; if they had known in advance that Ada wanted to use them as bait,
they would rather actively withdraw, return to the real world to spend the last monts with family, go on to execute the Punishnt Task, or simply pierce their own throat and die honorably—
So script worlds, such as Swordwind Chronicles, All of Tomorrow, Inaudible Roar, are worse than a dry toilet, worse than a cesspit. Committing suicide at first opportunity, at least allows for a whole corpse.
Wu Quan remained silent, using his barely mobile arm to receive the Ten Thousand Eyes Communication Headset that Ada had tossed over with her teeth, and connected to the service call with Xiao Yuan.
Abdullah’s face fluctuated between gratitude and curses, yet he chose to keep his mouth shut. After a mont of silence, he said hoarsely: "We just need to wait a few more hours, until the ti limit ends, then we can..."
"Ah ah ah ah ah!"
Screams interrupted Abdullah’s words; Puruya’s eyes widened to an extre, tears stread down her face as she convulsed on the ground. Her fingers scraped across the floor, ripping off her nails, leaving trails of blood.
The blood streaks, horizontal and vertical, surprisingly redrew the outlines of the old mansion.
A massive terror, indescribable by words, settles in the hearts of the players. Wu Quan feels as if his neck has rusted, struggling to turn his head toward the swamp.
Blub. Blub.
The increasingly dense bubbles break the water’s calm surface. A chunk of charred wood floats up, followed by a second, then a third.
More and more building materials resurface; in the despairing eyes of Abdullah and others, mycelium once again erges from the depths of the charred wood, interconnecting and grasping, forming a rudintary outline of a house with only five sides.
As the house’s outline completes, sharp pain and itching erupt from the players’ backs; beneath the dermis layer of the red rash, tendrils of mold begin to grow.
The players had long examined that the skin slices of the red rash under a microscope were just ordinary rashes, lacking any mycelium. The current changes can only prove one thing—perhaps in that instant when they shattered the altar statue, the curse was already parasitically ingrained into the essence of their player nature.
Despair spreads wild and rampant, and more despairingly, within the outline of the rudintary house, grotesque heads of evil spirits silently erge. Grinding teeth and licking blood, they’re poised to strike.
Whoosh—
The first to move is an enormous ghost baby’s head, it wails as it floats into the air, opening its jaws wide towards the submarine for a bite.
Ada no longer has any Qi power left, and Wu Quan and others are far from recovering, as for the Radiation Addiction Warriors, they are oblivious to the outside world.
Just at the critical mont, a mighty force strikes the side of the vessel, heavily slapping the ship sideways, stirring waves and allowing the ghost baby’s head to bite into empty space.
"Huh..."
A figure, like Jesus walking on water, exhaled a long breath of turbid air,
wearing heavy plate armor, bearing a Two-Handed Giant Sword on his back, standing over 2.5 ters tall, two red lights shining within the hollow eye sockets of the skull.
"Ignorant young ones, is this a place soone like you can enter?"
The Skull Knight, or Li Cheng cosplaying as the Skull Knight, said coldly without turning his head.
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