After feeding Li Xin fabricated information and reminding her to sell it at a high price, Bai Lian ended their conversation.
“It seems starting a business won’t work. Next ti, I’ll have to co up with another way to help players,” Bai Lian muttered, standing at the shop entrance as he watched players hesitate before leaving. His charitable venture had failed.
This outco was expected, though he hadn’t anticipated it happening so soon. It was all thanks to that petty troll on the screen who, instead of being grateful for surviving, spread rumors.
“Why is helping others so hard? I just wanted to aid one poor player!” Bai Lian sighed, removed the sign from the door, and closed the shop.
Click!
He snapped his fingers and vanished from the shop, returning to his Player Space.
“What about the ‘Crimson Night’ quest? Does it count as a post-class-change dungeon or not? Are two quests considered one?” Bai Lian suddenly recalled the requirents for entering the Cursed Spirits quest.
To advance his class, he needed to clear ten quests before entering the Cursed Spirits dungeon. So far, he had completed three post-class-change quests: Crimson Moon, Endless Prison, and Train of the Century.
The Crimson Night quest was unique—a variant of a post-class-change dungeon. Essentially, it was the sa quest with different clearance conditions.
If Crimson Night counted, Bai Lian only needed seven more quests to upgrade his class. If not, eight. The worst part was the system provided no way to check.
“Whatever. Seven or eight—it doesn’t matter.” Bai Lian shook his head, deciding not to dwell on it.
With his current strength, the number of quests was irrelevant. At most, it ant spending a few extra hours.
Before selecting the next dungeon, Bai Lian purchased several amulets. These items could prove useful in critical monts—for ordinary players, at least. For soone like him, their effects were negligible.
Give so luck. Pick a simple dungeon. Bai Lian opened the dungeon selection interface and glanced at Facai perched on his shoulder.
Upon hearing his words, Facai imdiately sat upright and raised a tiny paw like a lucky cat statue.
Bai Lian gave a thumbs-up:
“Excellent! You’ll beco a full-fledged spirit soon!”
【Dungeon selection in progress...】
【Selection complete. Waiting for other players: 5/99.】
【99/99 confird. Entering dungeon. Player, prepare!】
As the prompt faded, glass walls materialized around Bai Lian. Beyond them, white clouds plumted downward at incredible speeds!
Peering out, he saw other glass elevators nearby, each suspended by cables. Bai Lian looked up to see a massive circular object dominating the sky, releasing endless elevators that hurtled toward the ground!
A blurred white silhouette appeared on the glass, accompanied by a synthesized voice:
【Trial 001: Your task is to collect 100 biological samples within 15 days and return to the Mothership.】
【This planet is marked as extrely hazardous. After landing, remain vigilant against local creatures.】
【In ergencies, avoid approaching your Escape Pod during daylight. It is your only ans of returning to the Mothership. Protective Mode activates at night, allowing safe rest.】
【If an Experintal Subject dies and your Escape Pod is destroyed, locate theirs and replace its DNA using the original user’s DNA. Rember this!】
【The mission is arduous, ti is limited. We hope you succeed and return to the Mothership.】
The voice cut off as the silhouette dissolved.
Bai Lian frowned. This dungeon seed to involve aliens invading a planet, with players acting as their tools to gather intel.
At least the Rules were clear from the start—a good sign.
“The Escape Pod is crucial. If lost, find a dead Experintal Subject and swap their DNA... Hmm, that part can be ignored.”
Bai Lian scratched his chin thoughtfully. “Avoiding the pod during daylight forces ‘subjects’ to work instead of hiding. Typical capitalist exploitation!”
As the Mothership shrank in the distance, Bai Lian’s pod pierced through black clouds, revealing a colossal steel structure below!
“Huh? This isn’t a wilderness?”
Instead of a primitive planet, a towering tallic building filled his view. His pod crashed through the roof, landing inside.
Hiss!
Gas hissed as the pod opened, bathing the room in soft green light. Bai Lian stepped out, clad in a white suit with unfamiliar tech on his face.
The room resembled a lounge: a table, scattered bottles, and an iron bed in the corner. Everything suggested recent habitation.
Facai, now wearing a tiny lab coat and glasses, stood nearby, paws raised like a pompous bureaucrat.
【Skill extraction in progress... Extraction complete!】
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