Buddhist player

Chapter 124 The World of Strange Tales

Since there was still no word from Huo Lingmeng, Bai Chen simply challenged all the buildings next.

The easiest challenge is the [Concentration Abode], which corresponds to "spirit". All the levels are basically designed to test one's character, sometimes putting you in the face of various temptations, and sometimes putting you in the face of your inner demons.

Except for the honey trap, where Bai Chen was slightly more alert, he was basically drowsy throughout the rest of the levels and couldn't muster any energy.

For him, the "mental" trials were not difficult at all, and at the same time, [Concentration Abode] was the only one of his buildings that had passed 40 levels.

However, in contrast, he was somewhat lackluster in the [Chasing Wind Tower], which represents the "Agility" trial, barely making it to level 17. Due to a small mistake, he failed to capture all the spirit foxes within the allotted time.

As for the Mingxin Pavilion, which represents "Perception | Trial", and the Juxian Hall, which represents "Charm | Trial", they both stopped at level 21 due to insufficient preparation.

In the end, the six basic buildings provided him with a total of 123 attribute points. Combined with the original 82, his total attribute points have now reached 205.

"----good."

Nodding, Bai Chen closed his attribute panel.

As for the remaining obtainable attributes, we can farm them slowly when we have time later; there's no need to rush.

Although he completed all six buildings, he used a speedrun strategy, so it didn't take much time, only a few hours.

Just as he was rubbing his stomach, intending to quickly make himself a bowl of instant noodles, Kalime finally arrived late.

"No—you said you were going to prepare, but what have you been preparing for the past few hours?"

Looking at the "muscle Barbie" with a small backpack on her back, Bai Chen had a subtle expression on her face.

"Don't tell me you only prepared one backpack."

"None of your business!"

She glanced at him and let out a soft snort.

"Don't think this is just a simple, easy, and enjoyable trip to another world. As I said before, worlds where you can be sold off are basically places where humanity's resistance has essentially collapsed. Do you think those are any good places?"

"So that means it's dangerous there?"

Raising an eyebrow, Bai Chen walked to the other person's side.

"It's not that it's too dangerous, but with that strange object guarding it—it's probably going to make people feel uneasy."

After thinking for a moment, Kurareimu gave her answer.

"The world we chose is a world of ghost stories that is completely out of control and overrun by countless supernatural tales."

"The world of ghost stories—something like ghosts and monsters?"

Intrigued, Bai Chen pressed for more details.

"It's not a ghost story, it's a ghost tale."

He pulled a golden stone from his backpack and tossed it to him.

"Simply put, that world is filled with all sorts of ghost stories, society has completely collapsed, and 99% of humanity has become nourishment and breeding grounds for ghost stories."

"I still don't quite understand."

Taking the golden stone, Bai Chen honestly shook his head.

"I didn't understand at first either—but you'll understand once it's over."

Shaking her head, Kōreimon then took out a golden stone from her backpack and gestured to him.

"This thing is a specialty of that world, and it's also the anchor point of that world. Remember to hold on tight when you're teleported, or who knows which world you'll be thrown into."

"OK.

Looking at the stone in his hand, Bai Chen nodded.

When the light of the teleportation dissipated before him, the first thing Bai Chen felt was the cold.

It wasn't a cold in terms of temperature, but a chill that seeped into his bones, as if countless eyes were staring at him, each gaze like an icicle piercing his back.

Bai Chen frowned slightly and looked up at the sky.

—Then his brows furrowed even more.

The sky here is a pale gray color, like a faded old curtain, and on that lead-gray curtain—there are countless heads hanging.

There were men, women, young and old; some had their eyes open, some had them closed, and some were still moving. Their necks looked as if they had been nailed to the sky by something. The cuts were smooth and clean, and you could even clearly see the wriggling blood vessels inside.

When the wind blows, the heads collide with each other, making a dull thud.

The nearest head was less than twenty meters away from him; it was the face of a young girl, who looked to be about fourteen or fifteen years old.

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Seemingly noticing his gaze, the girl slowly turned her eyes and looked at him.

A few seconds later, the head grinned at him and smiled.

"Don't stare at that thing for too long, or your sanity will suffer."

Just then, Kalime's voice came from the side.

"After watching them for a while, you'll want to go up and keep them company."

"What is that?"

Turning his head, Bai Chen looked at Huo Lingmeng beside him.

The other person still had that tough-guy Barbie look, except that she was wearing sunglasses now.

"Strange Tales".

Huo Lingmeng shrugged.

"A strange tale called 'The Seats Above the Sky.' It is said that people in this world once believed that after death, people would ascend to heaven and sit on the clouds. So later, this strange tale became this: the seats above the sky are seats, but only the head sits on them."

As she spoke, Kōreimon nodded toward the distance.

In the open space in the distance, a large number of people stood densely packed together—or, to be more precise, a large number of people were piled up.

Countless headless bodies were piled up like firewood, rising from the ground to a height of over ten meters, forming mountains of flesh.

Seemingly trying to regain their heads, these headless bodies instinctively piled up towards the sky, forming writhing mountains of flesh on the ground.

"Are they still alive?"

Looking at the mountain of flesh not far away, Bai Chen raised an eyebrow.

"To be precise, it's still moving."

While rummaging through her schoolbag, Kurareimu answered without looking up.

"Head in the sky, body down below, neither side completely dead—this is the norm in this world—a part of it."

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Squinting, Bai Chen looked around.

They were currently on the outskirts of the city, with skyscrapers not far away. However, if you looked closely, you could see that the exterior walls of those skyscrapers were covered with a lot of "things".

Countless people were "stuck" to the wall like wallpaper, their bodies flattened out, their limbs spread out in a starfish shape, their faces deformed by the pressure, but their eyes could still move.

A 30-story building, with the exterior walls of each floor covered with these people. The people on the top few floors have blended into the wall, leaving only blurry human outlines, looking like printed GG decorations from a distance.

"The walls have eyes."

The voice of the demon spirit rang out beside him.

"This ghost story says that people are hiding behind walls, and later there really was someone who was hidden inside, but he was hidden on the outside."

Holding something resembling a GPS navigator, Kalime waved it in front of him.

"Alright, let's go. The guild headquarters isn't far from here. We're pretty lucky; it should only take about ten minutes to get there."

"Have all the people in this world become like this?"

Turning back, Bai Chen looked at Huo Lingmeng beside him.

Just now, while he was watching from that side, he saw a "wallpaper person" on the first floor trying to reach out towards him, as if calling for help.

"Most of them, don't forget, this is a world after the ghost stories have completely gone out of control."

Putting her backpack back on, Kōreimon spoke calmly.

"Here, death is just a luxury."

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