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Chapter 273 The Humble 007 [Thanks to the leader, The Running Big Bad Wolf]

They grew together.

In the dim light, 007 stared intently at the coat clinging to his body.

She and this dress have become one...

Because it was so cold last night, 007 had no intention of taking off his clothes at all, and spent the night shivering in them while picking up dry branches.

She had so many things to do after waking up during the day that she completely ignored the clothes the little girl had given her.

Before this, she hadn't expected that even just wearing the clothes from the dungeon would gradually blend her into the dungeon.

That's right, fusion...

Their mission is to escape the fairytale city.

And the so-called Fairy Tale City is this instance!

All players who enter this instance will be gradually integrated until the identity of "player" is completely blurred, and they eventually become part of this instance!

It wasn't long ago that 007 discovered this truth.

She wasn't unaware of the mechanical people coming and going on the street, and she had her doubts, but simply looking at those mechanical people, she couldn't analyze anything at all.

Just now, she found a shovel.

A shovel with a special item attached to it. It seems that a group of players used this shovel a long time ago and left their special items here.

When 007 found that special item, it was no longer usable; even its description was completely garbled, as if the data had been corrupted by this instance…

Special items were destroyed in the instance—something unheard of and unseen before!
It was at this moment that 007 discovered that the witch-like person had assigned a task to the player, which was very similar to the task assigned to her by the little girl selling lighters. It seemed that the NPCs in this instance all liked to issue tasks that would make players spend a lot of time and easily immerse themselves in this world.

And the witch handed the player a shovel that was exactly the same as the one 007 was holding.

This means that a long time ago, this witch also issued the same quest to the first few batches of players, but later those players who accepted the quest seemed to have disappeared. They even threw away their shovels, and their special items also had abnormal data.

Combining this with what she had seen earlier—the group of people moving mechanically on the street—007 understood what was going on.

All players who failed the mission were merged into this dungeon!

All the mechanical people she saw were players who had been merged!

007 remembers that there was a rule in this global game that the same instance could not accept two groups of players at the same time. If you wanted the next group of players to come in, then the previous group of players had to leave the instance without missing a single one.

If those mechanical figures were indeed from the earlier groups of players, theoretically, this group shouldn't be able to get in. However, there's another explanation that makes sense—

Those people can no longer be considered players.

They have been completely assimilated into the NPCs in this instance and can no longer be identified as "players".

Therefore, in this instance, the only true "players" are indeed their group...

It's called "Fairy Tale City," but the actual name of this instance should be "Assimilation City."

007 has now figured out how to complete the "Escape from the Fairy Tale City" mission.

"Just don't accept NPC quests in the first place."

"Just stay away from everyone in this place from the beginning."

"Just don't touch anything here in the first place."

“Anyone who acts out of place in this fairytale city will be unable to be assimilated. Presumably, such people will be expelled from this instance soon, while those who are unfortunately assimilated in the end…” 007 shuddered violently.

If a player dies in the instance, they will wake up directly in reality. However, the instance itself does not kill; it gradually assimilates the player into becoming part of the instance. This means...

The sky has completely darkened.

There wasn't even a moon in the sky tonight, and the entire forest seemed even more eerie than last night.

007 tore at the fabric on his sleeve again, it hurt, the clothes were completely fused to him.

This means that you have already begun to be assimilated by this copy.

Yesterday she was worried that she would suddenly be chased by a vengeful ghost, but now she understands that there is no bloody danger in this instance.

The despair, desperate cries and struggles, and the sudden enlargement of pores on the back when facing a vengeful ghost—all those extremely terrifying and horrifying scenes—will be gone.

All that remained was a peaceful, lonely panic, which slowly amplified and then spread throughout the body.

Like an elderly person in their twilight years, watching death slowly approach as their life fades away, feeling unwilling yet powerless to stop it.

"I will watch myself die in a strange way."

It is death in the true sense.

Even though her body might remain in some place, moving meaninglessly, she is indeed dead, truly dead, and her moving body is nothing more than a pre-programmed walking corpse.

The night wind blows through the forest.

The leaves overhead began to clap again, as if mocking the foolish people.

007 closed his eyes and gritted his teeth: "Or if we discover the truth sooner and get away from everything in this instance, there might still be a chance to be saved..."

"No, it's not too late!" She suddenly opened her eyes as if she had just remembered something.

I absolutely cannot die here!

As she thought about it, she gritted her teeth and pulled a boning knife from her inventory.

"If I die before I'm completely assimilated by the copy, will I be saved?"

Just commit suicide first!

But she hesitated after drawing her machete.

"No, that's not safe... My body has already been partially assimilated. What if I die and am completely assimilated immediately?"

"We must... use a safer method. We must first sever all ties between ourselves and this copy..."

Thinking of this, 007 hesitated for a moment, then raised the knife with his right hand in the darkness.

Just then, the moon, which had been shrouded in dark clouds, suddenly peeked out, and the moonlight shone on the sharp knife in her hand, causing the blade to flash with a sharp, cold light.

The gleaming blade approached the cuff of the left arm, then fell without hesitation, slicing into it as if it were tofu.

The sharp blade pierced the skin of her arm. Without pausing, she mustered her courage and quickly and resolutely gripped the knife, slashing upwards so that the blade tip slid all the way to her elbow.

At this moment, the pain finally reached my brain.

So, how many cards does Gugu owe? Thanks to the patron "Running Big Bad Wolf" for the generous donations! (′‵)I L Thanks to Ling Xiaoye, Weihao3730, Baiheqing, and Yitiaoshuihuo for the rewards! (づ￣3￣)づ╭～
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(End of this chapter)