Having a powerful lord as a father figure, what's wrong with just wanting to draw cards?

After a moment, he stammered, "Uh...maybe...probably...possibly...if nothing unexpected happens...it's my great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-grandmother..."

Upon hearing this, Forty-Seven began counting on his fingers how many "Zeng" there were.

Ah, eleven Zengs, that's quite a long time ago.

Afu was stunned. She had thought that the young master mentioned by Forty-Seven was a young master from a noble family of some kind. After all, what wealthy family would throw their child out to become an adventurer halfway through life?

But they never considered the Broadfield family, even though that family did have a tradition of sending their children out to gain experience...

The Sun King then showed a look of sudden realization and patted Domi on the shoulder:

"So she's a descendant of her family. No wonder she's so incredibly strong at such a young age. Hmm, she's promising."

Go back and tell your family that the Sun King of Xisha once shared drinks with Octavian; consider it a supplement to what she experienced.

"Didn't Senior Octavier go home in the end?"

The Sun King's voice turned somewhat melancholy: "She clearly possesses unparalleled power, yet she is passionate about exploring the world and even told me she wanted to be a free pigeon."

As far as I know, she never went back to her hometown; she probably died somewhere out there…

Chapter 143, Section 142: Unforgettable

Domi wanted to ask more questions about this ancestor, but the Sun King seemed to have no time.

"That concludes our Q&A session. In the future, unless the time is right, I probably won't come out again."

After saying that, he left just as swiftly as he had come.

The child was re-registered.

He looked at the three men with a bewildered expression, then at the Xisha soldiers behind him who were starting to stir again, and shouted in terror:

"With so many pursuers behind us, what are you still standing here for?"

He held the pigeon's head in his hands, making a face as if he was about to wet himself in fear.

Everyone burst into laughter. Their familiar shill was back. Amidst the cheers and laughter, the escape route, which seemed to be going on again like an old job, didn't feel so long and agonizing anymore.

The sun rose slowly on the last day amidst sweat and running.

It is no exaggeration to say that all the surviving 'players' stumbled and struggled through the entire night, relying solely on their own two legs, amidst the relentless pursuit of countless soldiers in the Xisha Islands.

This nationwide marathon also came to a successful conclusion after the soldiers in the Xisha Islands sank back underground.

At the same time, the numbers above the heads of the selected players all increased by one, indicating that they would receive a higher level of reward after the event.

In a flash, the players scattered across the land were transported back to the original pure white cube space. Domi quickly put on a mask made of slime gel.

Seeing that none of the four, including Domi, had died, Justin, who had also escaped, breathed a sigh of relief.

To Domi's surprise, none of the four members of the long-range turret squad were killed; they regrouped, and Albert explained the reason.

In fact, it was the appearance of the Sun King hidden inside To'er's body that made all the soldiers stop. Their squad, along with most of the surviving adventurers, took this opportunity to slip away; otherwise, there would have been far fewer people standing here.

Domi was deeply moved upon hearing this. If Tori hadn't awakened, he estimated that he would have had to use up another number of Shadow of Rebirth to create an escape opportunity for Forty-Seven and the others, and then use another to escape himself.

Using up three rebirth opportunities in the first secret realm is such a huge loss that even his mother wouldn't want to acknowledge him as her son.

"Yes...we all have to thank that mysterious person who suddenly appeared."

Just as Domi and Albert were exchanging words of joy at surviving the ordeal, the phantom figure, dressed in an ancient-style robe, with an indistinct face and gender, reappeared beneath the ceiling.

"Congratulations on successfully passing the first trial. Now let's move on to the second trial."

"Wait! Aren't you even giving us a little time to rest?"

Upon hearing that the second trial was about to begin, one of the adventurers spoke up in protest.

The enormous phantom slightly tilted its head, seemingly looking at the adventurer who had stood the first to act:

"Adventurers who come to participate in the challenge of the secret realm, our secret realm is a place to challenge the limits, not a treasure trove. The rewards are gifts for the brave, not charity for the cowardly. If you want the rewards, you must make a sacrifice."

The adventurer didn't say anything more, perhaps realizing that going against the master of the secret realm was an unwise choice.

Seeing that no one else raised any objections, the phantom continued to announce:

"Now, please allow me to introduce the second trial—'The Moving Dungeon'."

"Next, you will be teleported to a closed space with constantly changing terrain. There are 250 keys randomly distributed in the space. After ten minutes, only those who hold a key will survive. During this time, you can use various means to compete for the keys held by others. Killing others will no longer grant additional numerical rewards."

There are only 250 keys!?

There are at least 500 people who survived the first level, which means that half of them will have to die in the next level.

Others might still think that this is just an ordinary trial where you won't really die, at most you'll be eliminated and your rewards will be settled early.

Only Domi and his group knew that from the very beginning, this was a ruthless massacre.

He vaguely remembered that when he first arrived here, the place was almost full of people, but now there are only a few scattered groups left. It seems like there are still many people, but compared to before, there are more than half of them.

This seemingly mysterious guy has been killing thousands of people without them even realizing it, all under the guise of elimination...

Domi felt it was necessary for him to confront the people in charge of the Ruins City after he left.

But for now, the priority is to try to survive.

A white light slowly emanated from beneath their feet, and Domi, Forty-Seven, Afu, and Tori held hands, as did the other adventurers in their small teams.

But just as the teleportation was about to begin, the phantom suddenly spoke up: "Oh, I forgot to mention, this time it's a random teleportation..."

Before anyone could react, their vision was enveloped in a blinding white light.

When they opened their eyes again, they began to curse the phantom. If they had been told earlier, they could have used a special positioning method to meet at a rendezvous point. However, the phantom's actions completely scattered everyone, forcing them to fight on their own.

However, Domi will still actively search for his teammates.

To be honest, as long as the teammates don't run into the priest, druid Harun and the others, there shouldn't be any major problems.

After calming down a bit, Domi began to observe his new surroundings.

All around him, and beneath his feet and above him, were now filled with earth-colored bricks, as if he were inside a Rubik's Cube that could be moved up, down, left, and right.

Every ten seconds, the bricks would randomly extend one, retract one, or rotate half of the bricks, moving in three dimensions along the xyz axes.

As you can see, the changes are quite significant.

I reckon if he stood there for a while, he would either be crushed to death by a brick that suddenly fell from above, or be passively moved to the other extreme, like going from the North Pole to the South Pole.

Moreover, it makes people lose their sense of direction, unable to distinguish east from west, north from south, and perhaps even upside down.

He tried to forcefully strike the bricks to see if he could pass the level by brute force.

But the designers don't seem to be giving anyone a chance to exploit this loophole. Not only is the brick itself incredibly hard, but it also has a layer of magical shield on its surface.

Even though Domi could easily break through the magic shield, smashing a single brick would be extremely difficult. He abandoned this immature idea and instead began searching for his own key.

As we all know, protagonists with gacha systems rarely have good luck, and Domi is no exception.

They walked around for a while, forced to move around, but couldn't find a key. Instead, they encountered quite a few unlucky people.

Since there was no benefit in killing them, Domi didn't harm them.

Based on probability and the extent of changes in the terrain, he should have encountered a lucky person with the key sooner or later.

Just when things were looking bad in the Domi secret passage, the bricks beneath his feet suddenly rose, sending him to a corridor above.

At the same time, a gap suddenly appeared in the wall next to them, and another player was sent out looking completely bewildered. The two looked at each other, feeling incredibly awkward.

Domi didn't know this guy, but that guy knew Domi. Wasn't he one of the five great powers? He had even pinned another big brother to the floor and beaten him to death, and was a fierce man who didn't even care about the danger of being chased by the Feather Clan!

Seeing that Domi didn't have a key, while he happened to have one, he immediately realized something was wrong. So he turned and ran, running with all his might, not daring to look back even once.

"Hey, you've got exactly what you need!"

Domi immediately took off after him. The terrain changed dramatically every ten seconds, and catching up with him would depend on fate.

But with such a perfect opportunity presented to him, Domi certainly wouldn't refuse.

"Brother! Stop chasing me, brother! I really don't have any cough syrup!" the adventurer, who had been mistaken for prey, cried out in despair.

"What cough syrup? I just want your keys. Pull over, and I promise to spare your life."

"I don't believe it! You guys are all two-faced!"

"I swear on my life, I'm honest with everyone, young and old!"

"I believe you ghost!"

whispering sound……

Even deception and trickery couldn't stop him. Putting everything else aside, his unwavering determination and speed of escape alone surpass 99% of adventurers.

It's like riding a My Little Pony; once it starts running, it's really hard to catch up with it for a while. What's more, there are always a few small bricks popping up along the way, which are incredibly annoying.

Ten seconds were almost up, and it looked like the guy was about to escape. There was nothing Domi could do; he hadn't wanted to kill him, but the guy had chosen to do it himself.

Having made up his mind, Domi took out Night Slayer, aimed briefly, and casually tossed it at his back.

Although he wasn't a master of throwing knives, for some reason, Domi used them with incredible ease, as if he had no teacher.

The Night Slayer, flying through the air, pierced his flesh without any doubt, sending a jolt of pain through him. With his adrenaline surging, he gritted his teeth and managed to put up one last struggle.

But he never expected that Domi would teleport directly behind him, violently pin him to the ground, and snatch the key from his hand.

Now, Domi has transformed into a glorious player who can survive for three minutes.

As for this guy, Domi was too lazy to kill him. The place where Night Slash pierced wasn't fatal. Whether he survived or not was up to his own fate.

The next second, the terrain began to change dramatically. Even two people who were less than half a meter apart could be more than a kilometer apart in a moment.

Forty-seven, Afu, and Toll all obtained the key to survival thanks to their outstanding abilities, but the long-range turret squad did not have such a smooth experience.

The nanny, Ange, has yet to obtain the key.

Everyone else in the team, including Afu who had already left, knew that Ange was the most suitable person to be a healer, and also the least suitable person to fight and compete with other adventurers.

She is gentle, understanding, and has an astonishing amount of milk.

Whenever Barnett or Tashan is healed by her, they feel completely refreshed, as if a spring breeze is blowing on their face, and they can immediately continue to fight with renewed vigor.

Therefore, it can be said that she is a qualified healer, but a qualified healer is not like a mutated healer. Apart from hitting her head with a staff, she has almost no combat power.

Even a slime with a combat power of only five could poop on her head, let alone vicious adventurers. She was already thankful that she wasn't killed.