I am really not the villain BOSS of the game!

Chapter 166 New Area

Anros opened his hand, and pieces of mottled color appeared in his palm as if they were drawn.

This is the memory fragment of Samuel.

Memory fragment is equivalent to an independent copy.

Enter the past memories of the fallen, participate in a certain historical episode, understand the background of the characters, and uncover the unknown truth of a story.

Moreover, depending on the completion level of the copy, there are often rewards for special props.

Memory fragments are extremely precious to any player.

Anros is naturally no exception.

In his previous life, as a storyteller, Anlos always tried his best to collect every fragment of memory.

However, he had never seen the memory fragments of Samuel.

The reason is that in the previous life, Samuel was not killed by the player, but by the three official wizards.

Not long after the open beta started, no matter how powerful the Gan Emperor was, he could only barely participate in this battle and help the official wizard.

And if it is not killed by oneself, the memory fragments will not be dropped.

Therefore, this is the first time Anlos has seen Samuel's memory fragments.

"Unexpectedly, there are quite a lot of new harvests from 'Second Weekly Project'~"

Anros's eyes sparkled and he couldn't wait to see its introduction.

[Memory Fragments - The Beginning of Love and the Beginning of Destruction]

[Source: Samuel Louie]

[Difficulty: A]

[Introduction: How can you stop flowing water? Love cannot be stopped. When the throbbing in the bottom of the heart surges up, who can tell whether he is being bewitched? 】

[Two hundred years ago, no one knew what happened in nightmares. Because there is no return for everyone. 】

[What is left to the world is the result of the nightmare dissipating. 】

[You will play the role of Samuel Louis’ companion, witness this nightmare in person, and witness the truth of that year with your eyes. 】

[Customs clearance requirements: Survive to the end]

[Special mission: not triggered]

[Supplement: The copy has a built-in save point, and you can return to it after death. Each return will increase the erosion rate by 10%. 】

[Warning: When the erosion is too high, you may not be able to wake up from the nightmare. 】

"Class A."

Anros' eyes narrowed.

There are five levels of difficulty in the copy of Memory Fragments.

From high to low, they are S, A, B, C, and D.

A level dungeon generally requires at least level 50 before it is possible to pass the level.

However, when facing one of the seven nightmare lords, the copy did not reach S.

Anlos believes that it may be due to the ability to "die repeatedly", the lack of upper death limit requirements, and the severe death penalty.

"Anyway, this is not a dungeon that I can challenge at this stage."

Anlos murmured.

"Without the help of that glass can, I wouldn't have been able to successfully defeat Samuel, let alone conquer the lustful painter."

"Well, at least I have to wait until I have the strength to fight Samuel alone before I can enter this dungeon."

After thinking for a moment, Anlos suppressed his curiosity and put away the memory fragments.

For the future, another expectation has been added.

When the fragments disappeared, the crack in the palm of his left hand opened and closed reluctantly, salivating.

"Haha, what a greedy little guy."

Anlos chuckled.

Then, the thing he took out made the crack freeze for a moment, then suddenly closed, turning into a gap like a knife.

It was a square piece of human skin.

Dirty paint flows in the human skin, and inside, a pair of overlapping white arms is drawn.

——One of the seven nightmare lords imprisoned by his own power.

Lust painter.

【Square Cage】

[Target imprisoned: lustful painter]

[Status: extremely unstable]

[Introduction: Despite being imprisoned by her own power, she now has a strong interest in you. She wants to explore your existence, and at the same time, sleep with you forever. 】

[Ability: Life is the most perfect work of art. You can sacrifice at least one creature above the human life level in exchange for the power of the Lustful Painter. ] [The greater the number of sacrifices and the higher the life level, the happier the Lust Painter will be and the stronger the power of giving will be. 】

["If it is to sacrifice yourself, then I will fulfill all your wishes."]

【warn! After three sacrifices, the lustful painter will break through containment! 】

【warn! When it gets tired of you, the Lustful Painter will break out of containment! 】

[Evaluation: Hey! Why would you carry a nuclear bomb on you? 】

Anlos: "."

A very fair assessment, love comes from the lustful painter.

Through sacrifice, one can use the power of one of the seven nightmare lords three times.

Just from the great power displayed after swallowing the brush, it is enough to see how powerful this power is.

Undoubtedly, this is the strongest trump card that can turn the tide of the battle in an instant.

"But...it's also an untimed nuclear bomb."

Anros sighed quietly, but raised the corners of his mouth and said with interest:
"After using it three times, she will break through the containment. If she doesn't use it all the time, she will feel tired, and she will break through the containment."

"Tsk, tsk, I should thank you for not taking away a quarter of my life at once?"

at this time.

The paint on the human skin surged, and Anlos felt a huge sense of oppression pouring out.

His slightly widened ice-blue eyes reflected the white hands slowly emerging from the human skin cage.

If I go, I won't break the containment now, right?

Am I so attractive? !

Anlos thought idly, and did not avoid it out of curiosity. He quietly looked at the hands and touched his cheek.

A cold, non-human touch spreads over the skin.

The human skin in all directions surged violently, and strands of dirty paint wrapped around the white arms, trying to drag them back to the cage.

Anlos felt the same way and felt a great pulling feeling.

In comparison, the movements of these hands were gentle.

His fingers touched the bridge of Anlos' nose, eyes, and lips, tracing his face.

An ethereal whisper sounded close to Anlos's ears:

【For you, I give everything I have.】

The words fell.

A chill blew in from the window.

A few crystal clear snowflakes floated past Anlos' ice-blue eyes, fell to the ground, and turned into streaks of white paint.

Outside the mansion, in the market.

Vendors and customers looked up one after another, looking at the snowflakes falling from the night in surprise.

【.Snowing? 】

They shuddered, not knowing why.

The little girl buying apples blinked in confusion. Before she could react, there was a sudden "click" on her neck and her head rotated 180 degrees.

The person who turned around had his brows furrowed, his eyes widened, his teeth bared, and he looked in disbelief at the mansion standing among the red roses.

Why. She felt an extremely terrifying aura
As the noise of the market gradually subsided, what appeared in their gradually widening eyes was the snowy field centered on the mansion and gradually spreading to all sides!
The snow spread to their feet, trees painted in oil paintings stood up, and lifelike portraits were hung.

"Wow!"

A huge blue figure jumped up from the clear lake!

Under the moonlight, the flying hair on the temples and the strong and strong body suddenly stole everyone's attention.

This is actually an extremely tall headless undead horse!
And the place where it landed was in the manor, kicking its hooves, and its whole body was filled with visible joy.

"Dang——dang——dang——"

A low and melodious sound of bells resounded through the night, shaking them violently as if knocking directly into their souls.

In the distance, the mist surged and slowly receded, revealing a pure white church.

It exudes a sacred and blasphemous aura, which instantly makes all monsters tremble with fear!

【.】

The little girl buying apples staggered, took a few steps back, then turned around and ran away, not even leaving the cart full of apples!
What did that indescribable prophet conquer? !

Mrs. Termani must be told immediately! ! !
The little girl turned pale, jumped onto the yak, and walked away quickly through the snow on the ground.

Leaving behind him, the market was filled with silence, gripped by fear.

　Come on, come on~
　　The work has changed again. In order to prevent the author from staying up late and dying, I will update it for a period of time in the afternoon~
　　A healthy routine starts with you and him (

　　
　
(End of this chapter)