Survival in the apocalypse: I exploited a bug in an infinite dungeon.

"Oh, this kid is really unlucky, he just bumped into it like that."

"It can't be called bad luck, at least the person was rescued."

"I didn't expect the administrator to actually make a move this time, tsk tsk tsk."

……

A cacophony of sounds filled her ears, and Shi Jinwei frowned.

The room fell silent for a moment, then a joyful voice exclaimed, "She's awake! She's awake!"

The moment she regained consciousness, she quickly opened her eyes.

She saw a group of little creatures surrounding her, each with a [camera ghost], [clock ghost], and [countertop ghost] on their heads...

The camera... is it weird?

She slowly sat up, staring at the small camera, no bigger than the palm of her hand, standing on her knee, and confirmed that the word above it was "ghost".

"Young lady, it's very impolite to stare at an old man like that."

The small camera bounced around a few times; it wasn't very heavy.

The crispness of his mouth spoke words of maturity.

The film reel monster next to it quickly told it to put it away: "Hey, don't scare people. We rarely have a player here."

"That's right, little girl, you almost died, you're really lucky to be alive." The photo album ghost shook its head.

Another, older [box camera ghost] also jumped a few times, as if nodding in approval.

Shi Jinwei looked at these strange things and found that they were very different from the strange things she had seen before.

They are mostly miniature versions of objects, and they speak in the voices of children.

It sounds cute and looks lively.

She had only met two of them recently, and their names were not "ghostly" but "spirit".

Before they could figure out what was going on, the woman in the cheongsam pushed open the door and entered.

This is the dormitory she just found in the dark room; it's small and cramped.

She could barely manage to lie down by herself, and with these little monsters surrounding her, it was even more crowded.

So the cheongsam-clad ghost's human form couldn't squeeze in, and could only stand at the door and say, "Are you awake? If you are, get up and let's chat."

It said, signaling the little monsters to come out first, and told the girl to get up.

A group of little ones skipped and hopped out in a line, and Shi Jinwei got up after them.

Walking through the familiar dark room, the layout outside remained unchanged.

Once she sat down at the counter, she saw that the sky outside the store was gray and the scenery on the street was the same as when she first came to North Street.

Unlike what I saw in the shops before, there were now eerie creatures on the street in addition to humans.

The woman in the cheongsam noticed her stunned expression and explained, "You were unlucky when you entered the instance. A time rift opened up nearby, and you were sucked in. Luckily, the administrator noticed the unusual fluctuations and rushed over, otherwise you would be gone."

"The administrator saved me? Doesn't he only maintain the game and not care about anything else?" Shi Jinwei asked in surprise.

The woman in the cheongsam shrugged. "Maybe it was just something I did nearby, who knows?"

Seeing that Shi Jinwei still wanted to speak, he shook his head at her.

He reached for a pen and paper and quickly wrote: "In the dungeon, he might hear what I say. We'll talk about it after we get out of the dungeon."

Shi Jinwei nodded slightly, changing the subject: "So, this instance only has this one timeline?"

The other strange creatures all hopped over to listen to the two talking.

Upon hearing Shi Jinwei's question, before the woman in cheongsam could answer, the woman in camera interrupted directly: "It's just a timeline, isn't it? Why do you ask that?"

Looking at its lively appearance, Shi Jinwei thought of its transparent form entertaining itself in the dark room.

For a moment I felt a little dazed.

It's like watching someone instantly transform from a child into an adult; you can't be sure if it suddenly changed or if you traveled through time.

So she recalled and recounted what had happened before she fell into a coma.

At first, the supernatural beings were quite agitated, but after she finished speaking, they all fell silent.

The woman in the cheongsam pointed at herself and said, "You mean, during the time you entered, I was the shop owner's daughter?"

She nodded.

The camera wondered, "Can't I talk? I'm so smart, how come I can't talk? I'm black, and I'm not transparent."

She remained silent.

The photo album was strange: "We're not afraid of light. We're in the shop every day, and we don't operate at night. We also need to sleep at night. Old Ghost, you need to know how to maintain your health and take good care of yourself to live a long life."

Other strange beings also asked Shi Jinwei if she had seen them.

She recalled the lively scene of the night and recounted everything she could remember.

It matches most of the current strangeness.

After listening, the woman in the cheongsam touched her red-stained nails: "Is it possible that she saw us as we used to be?"

"You mean, we weren't weird before?" the box camera asked mysteriously.

The woman in the cheongsam asked them mysteriously, "Do you remember what happened before this place became a dungeon?"

It didn't tell these lesser demons about its cooperation with the Golden Demons.

Although they are old, they have always stayed in the photo studio and have little contact with people, so they are all quite simple in nature.

When the eerie creatures heard it ask for the first time, they obediently recalled the question and shook their heads in unison.

"Strange, why don't I remember anything about before I became a dungeon?" Xiang Liangui shook his gem, looking confused.

Looking at them, Shi Jinwei asked the woman in the cheongsam, "Are there any photo albums here?"

She looked at many photo albums in the previous shop, and if there are any photo albums available, she can compare them.

Upon hearing this, the photo album monster immediately jumped out, enlarged itself, and flattened itself out.

A thick photo album appeared in front of Shi Jinwei.

She quickly flipped through it, and the contents were the same as what she had seen before.

Remembering something, she asked the woman in the cheongsam, "Where do you live?"

"Huh?" The woman in the cheongsam pointed to a row of clothes hanging behind her.

Shi Jinwei: "What about the second floor? Who lives on the second floor?"

She remembered the memorial tablet with strange symbols engraved on it.

Now everyone was completely bewildered: "There's no second floor."

She immediately got up and walked towards the door.

She remembered the staircase was on the right-hand side of the entrance.

But on the right side here, there is only a cabinet with picture frames, and behind it is a wall.

The strange creatures followed her over, bombarding her with questions about what was going on.

Shi Jinwei explained the situation upstairs, and the strange beings looked at each other in bewilderment.

"I think she might have entered a hallucination," a ghost said.

Suddenly, an old voice rang out: "No, there used to be a second floor here."

Everyone was startled and looked up at the ceiling. The one who spoke was the decorative wall lamp by the window.

The sound emanates from it, without any visible form.

"Oh, the old wall lamp has woken up; it hasn't spoken in a long time."

"It thinks we're childish and doesn't like to talk to us."

"He also loves to sleep, sometimes for months at a time."

……

The little monsters started chattering again.

The cheongsam-clad ghost explained to her in a low voice, "This is the wall lamp ghost. It's old and doesn't like to show itself. Besides the shop ghost, it's the oldest one in the shop."

Shi Jinwei understood; this ghost might be the "clue" in the cheongsam ghost story.

Shi Jinwei skillfully took out a large handful of incense sticks from her pocket, lit them, and gave one to each of the strange creatures.

Finally, three sticks were left lit and held directly in front of the wall lamp.