Immortal I Speedrun Supernatural Game

Chapter 32: Abyss Movement, Notice Arrives
Late at night, in the meeting room of the Abnormal Affairs Bureau.

At this time when everyone should have fallen into a sweet dream, the conference room was filled with all the senior personnel of the Abnormal Affairs Bureau who could come here. Those who could not come in person had to participate through online screen projection.

Most people had a look of confusion on their faces.

You should know that the original intention of establishing the Abnormal Affairs Bureau was to seek how humans can achieve better development and survival under the [Spiritual Disaster Game].

This naturally also includes the challenges that social order faces in the face of extraordinary existences such as the Spiritual Disaster players, as well as the supervision and handling of all threats that the [Spiritual Disaster Game] will pose to humanity.

They all have their own projects to take charge of.

Generally speaking, the department responsible for maintaining social order will have no contact with the personnel responsible for supervising the game itself, unless it is an internal personnel transfer or something like that.

But tonight, almost everyone in the department was called to the conference room.

Obviously, the situation is not ordinary.

"Everyone, please be patient. The Director is on his way and has important information to share regarding the contamination of the dungeon."

A tall and sturdy man with a square face, thick eyebrows and an extremely majestic look stood at the front. The microphone that a normal person would hold with his jaw was held in his hand with only two fingers, as if he was afraid of crushing it.

This is the deputy director of the Abnormal Affairs Bureau.

He is also a conversation figure who usually appears in public on behalf of the Bureau of Extraordinary Affairs.

This statement came out.

The discussions among the people in the audience became more obvious.

"Director? Holy shit! I'm so lucky to meet this legend in my lifetime?"

"I heard that the director no longer needs to go to dungeons, because any dungeon in the current Wrath of the Gods game is just a snap for him."

"Hey, you all think the director has it easy? He's actually working hard too."

"Ah? The director still has to do the work himself?"

The person who asked this question is a front-line worker in charge of managing social order. He rarely comes into contact with things related to other fields, so he looked at his colleague next to him in a daze.

The other party is a technician responsible for supervising and analyzing the nature of the Spirit Disaster game.

Adjusting his thick glasses, the technician said coldly:
"The Director is personally responsible for monitoring the entity in the game code abyss to prevent it from waking up prematurely."

"!?"

The people around gasped when they heard this.

Even people from other departments have heard of what the term technician refers to.

That existence...

It is indescribable, inexpressible, and cannot be looked at directly.

Is this really something humans can face and supervise? It's hard to imagine what kind of monster the director is!

hum-

Without waiting for the discussion to continue.

The big screen in the conference room suddenly lit up.

A man who looks to be in his early thirties appears in the picture. His sharp face appears extremely resolute. His refreshing short hair and casual white short-sleeved shirt make him look like the sunny and cheerful big brother next door.

But under his feet was a monster that was ten stories high. Compared with the monster's body that was so huge that it would make people with gigantic fear tremble, the man seemed as small as an ant.

But at this moment, the huge monster collapsed to the ground motionless.

There is a plain sword stuck on its head, and the appearance of this sword is exactly the same as the logo on the badge of the Bureau of Extraordinary Affairs.

The man casually drew his sword, danced it with it, sheathed it, and hung it at his waist. He spoke calmly to the camera, "Hello, comrades. I am the Director of the Abnormal Affairs Bureau—Qinglong."

"!?"

With just one sentence, most of the people in the conference room stood up in excitement.

Even though they have been high-ranking officials in the Abnormal Affairs Bureau for many years and have occasionally received orders from the director, almost no one has ever seen what the director looks like.

The other party really echoed the saying that the dragon can only be seen from the head but not the tail.

What I saw today was extraordinary!

Because they could see that the other party was not in the real world at this time, and the monster under his feet was not a small character either.

Judging by his size and the degree of damage to the surrounding environment, this guy would definitely be the final BOSS even if he were thrown into a difficult dungeon.

The BOSS-level character that gave the players a headache was impossible to break through from the front and they could only rely on their intelligence to find loopholes to pass the level. Now he was killed by the director like a dead dog.

And Qinglong's white short-sleeved shirt was not even stained with a speck of dirt.

This was a crushing victory without any suspense.

"Let me first explain the current situation." Qinglong gently stepped on the monster under his feet and said, "As you can see, this thing has been contaminated by some powerful force, causing unpredictable changes."

After hearing this, everyone realized.

There really wasn't something right about that monster.

From a distance, it can be seen that it is a human figure, but the skin is covered with various scales, feathers, and even a single horn formed by the keratin layer similar to that of a rhinoceros.

Its arms and legs also ended in strange tentacles, and its neck had two tumors, only slightly smaller than its head, with faint glimpses of facial features emerging from them. No other creature could look like this.

Even the evil spirits in the dungeon shouldn't appear in such a weird and scattered posture.

"The source of this change comes from the existence sleeping in the abyss of the [Spiritual Disaster Game]. He has been silent for so many years, but ten minutes ago, he suddenly showed some unknown emotional fluctuations." Qinglong explained.

He then continued in a serious tone, "Just this one emotional fluctuation caused hundreds of copies to be affected simultaneously. It's estimated that nearly a hundred copies collapsed and were damaged on the spot."

"I hope everyone will focus on improving their [Spiritual Power]. This is your only chance of surviving the contamination. Report any information you discover regarding the contaminated dungeon promptly and in detail."

"The way to tell if there's pollution is simple: if you see this kind of painted sign anywhere, then you've encountered it."

After saying that, Qinglong zoomed in the camera.

Only then did everyone realize it.

The eyes of the mutated monster were not physiological eye structures.

Rather, it's like painted eyes.

Those were a pair of red vertical pupils.

The painting style is exquisite and elegant. Even the best painter in the world cannot depict such a pair of pupils with such spirit. Every detail is depicted vividly.

Even through the screen, everyone felt their scalps tingling and broke out in cold sweats as if something unclean was staring at them from behind.

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"Eh? God Yuan, did you secretly beautify yourself? Why do I feel like you've become prettier?"

Wu Wang was lying on the bed, looking at the red vertical pupil on his wrist in confusion.

At first, this thing looked like a stick figure with only a few strokes.

But after the evolution mentioned in the copy and settlement space just now, its strokes seemed to have increased, and it even had three eyelashes on the top and bottom.

"Never mind, it's not important. Let's take a look at the stolen money."

Wu Wang shrugged to show that he didn't care.

After killing Tuxingsun, the equipment and props on his body were naturally inherited by himself.

Baili Dao explained to himself the current management agreement of the Abnormal Affairs Bureau for spiritual disaster players.

In a sense, it's very relaxed.

As long as the personal vendettas between the Spiritual Disaster players do not affect the lives and property safety of ordinary people, and do not cause major adverse effects, then it doesn't matter even if the two of you find an octagonal cage and start killing people and walk out alive.

Of course, you have to deal with the body yourself.

Otherwise, if you are discovered by ordinary people and it affects social order, the Special Affairs Bureau will have to intervene and deal with you.

Regarding the situation just now where Tuxingsun was killed for his greed, Bailidao said that he could even call his colleagues to help deal with the body.

Wu Wang will naturally not let go of such a good thing, so please help Baili Dao to deal with it.

After all, friends who often kill people know it.

Killing is easy, but dealing with the body is the most troublesome thing.

Imagine that you are carrying a body bag to dispose of a corpse, and you meet someone you know on the way. As someone with social anxiety, you are thinking about how to communicate with people while worrying that they will notice your abnormality.

In the end, you had no choice but to choose the convenient way.

Okay, now there are two bodies to deal with.

Just as Wu Wang was happily flipping through the stolen money, he suddenly heard the notification sound of the Spiritual Disaster game -

【Attention, players】

[The Spiritual Disaster game has completed internal testing and will be officially launched in 50 days]

[After the public beta, if you fail to clear the dungeon three times in a row, it will become a reality. Please be prepared for the supernatural disaster.]

[Details will be announced ten days before the public beta]

I wish you all find your own death.

Public beta?

Wu Wang was stunned for a moment.

Before he could figure out what this meant, the prompt sounded again, and an information panel appeared before his eyes:
[You will unlock the nightmare-level single-player dungeon - Deserted Village Chronicles in three days]

[Please prepare in advance and find a bamboo hat to wear on the day the dungeon opens]

May you find your own death.

　If you guys think it's okay, please read it.

　　Just flip to the latest chapter every day, don't raise the copy, woo woo woo, if you don't have data, you will die...

　　Thank you!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)