A bizarre and terrifying experience; I messed up the dungeon world.

Five meters away. The Devourer opened its massive maw and pounced.

Han Yingying ducked. She slid in.

The lightsaber slashed upwards.

A blue plasma beam sliced ​​through the Devourer's left thigh. No resistance. The cut was smooth. It reeked of burning.

The Devourer lost its balance. Its massive body collapsed to the ground, creating a crater.

Han Yingying stood up. With a backhand thrust, she plunged her sword into the Devourer's chest, into its maw.

Stir vigorously.

The devourer's limbs twitched twice. Then it stopped moving.

Han Yingying drew her lightsaber and shook off the charcoal from the blade.

too weak.

When she and Zhou Lang designed this instance, the Devourer was just a watchdog. Now that it has appeared in reality, its power has been greatly weakened.

She continued walking down the corridor.

Culture chambers appeared on both walls. The glass was shattered. The green liquid inside had drained onto the floor.

She stopped in front of a culture chamber.

The cabin was labeled: Experiment Subject 07.

She remembered.

That was the first time she and Zhou Lang tested the code. They put a real stray dog ​​into the incubation chamber and injected it with the initial, eerie code.

The stray dog ​​transformed into a monster, growing ten times its original size. It bit off the neck of a nearby researcher.

Zhou Lang was standing in front of the control panel when he pressed the incineration button. The intense heat engulfed the monster.

"The code has a rejection reaction," Zhou Lang said at the time, while holding an iced Americano.

Han Yingying shook her head. She tried to banish the image from her mind.

She needs to find the core server.

A fork in the road ahead. One path leads left, the other right.

A red light shone on the left. The lumps on the wall throbbed violently. To the right was a dead end. A gray cement wall.

Han Yingying walked to the right.

She raised her lightsaber and slashed at the concrete wall of the dead end.

The wall cracked open, revealing a hidden passage behind it.

Back in the day, Zhou Lang liked to leave backdoors in dungeons. It was his habit. He found navigating the map too troublesome.

The passageway was narrow, allowing only one person to pass at a time. The walls were made of metal and were not corroded by tumors.

Han Yingying walked in sideways. A lightsaber illuminated the way.

At the end of the passage was an iron gate. There was no lock on the gate. There was only a rusty handle.

She grasped the handle and pushed open the door.

Behind the door was a huge circular hall.

In the center of the hall stands a black square monument. Green code flows across its surface.

The underlying server node.

A dozen or so people in white coats were standing around the hall.

They had their backs to Han Yingying. Their bodies were stiff.

Upon hearing the door open, more than a dozen people turned their heads simultaneously.

Their faces had no features. Only smooth flesh.

The Faceless Man.

The main system's cleanup program. Specifically designed to deal with players exploiting bugs.

The faceless man's arms stretched out. Bones pierced the skin, transforming into sharp bone blades.

They strode forward, rushing towards Han Yingying at an incredible speed.

Han Yingying gripped her lightsaber tightly, preparing for battle.

A system notification sounded in my head.

[Armory access granted.]

[Space Backpack Activated.]

A virtual panel appeared in front of Han Yingying.

It was filled with all sorts of heavy weapons. The icons were flashing.

She recognized the interface. It was Zhou Lang's doing. Only Administrator 01 could forcibly modify permissions.

She sheathed her lightsaber. With a thought.

He now had a six-barreled Gatling gun in his hand.

The ammunition belt is attached to an unlimited ammo box on his back. The weight presses down on his shoulders. Very realistic.

Han Yingying pulled the trigger.

The gun barrel spun. Blue flames shot out.

Bullets rained down on the faceless man.

High-explosive armor-piercing projectile.

The three faceless men at the front were smashed into pieces. Black liquid splattered on the wall.

The faceless figures behind them spread out, attempting to flank them from both sides.

Han Yingying turned the gun barrel.

Strafing.

Chunks of meat flew everywhere in the hall. Bone blades were broken. White coats were reduced to rags.

One minute later, the gunfire stopped.

White smoke was billowing from the gun barrel.

The Faceless Men were no longer standing in the hall. The floor was covered with a layer of minced meat.

Han Yingying threw away the Gatling gun. The machine gun turned into data and disappeared into thin air.

She walked up to the square monument.

There is a palm print recognition area on the square stone.

She put her hand on it.

The green code stopped flowing and turned blue.

[Verification successful. Administrator 02.]

The monument cracked open, revealing a holographic screen.

Relay station. Communication tower.

Zhou Lang tucked the shotgun back into his waistband.

Five members of the Black Gold Guild lay on the ground. Three were dead, two were still breathing. Blood was flowing on the metal floor.

Liu Wei walked over and searched the two surviving players.

He pulled out two first-aid kits, four magazines, and a Gauss pistol.

"You poor bastard." Liu Wei kicked one of them and stuffed the things into his backpack.

Old Ma sheathed his wooden sword and walked to the control panel. "Boss Zhou, how long can this tower hold out?"

"We'll hold out until everyone outside dies," Zhou Lang said.

He looked at the screen.

The screen was split into two images.

The right side shows Han Yingying's perspective from the surveillance camera.

Zhou Lang saw Han Yingying break through the wall of the dead end.

"She remembers the back door," Zhou Lang said.

His fingers tapped on the keyboard. He typed commands. Lines of code scrolled across the screen.

[Administrator 01 requests a connection to Administrator 02.]

A progress bar appears on the screen. It's moving very slowly.

The relay station's underlying network is being interfered with by the main system. The signal is very unstable.

"Fatty, block the door," Zhou Lang said.

Liu Wei dragged the two corpses from the ground to the doorway. He then moved several metal chairs from next to the control panel and piled them together.

"Brother Zhou. Once the monsters finish killing everyone outside, they'll come after us," Liu Wei said. He changed to a full magazine.

"They can't get in," Zhou Lang said. "This tower is made of high-density alloy. Without the password, it can't be dismantled."

Zhou Lang continued coding.

He wanted to grant Han Yingying certain permissions.

The laws of the real world are collapsing. The main system is accelerating assimilation.

Han Yingying can't reach the core server with just a lightsaber.

[Permissions transfer in progress.]

[Armory access permission: Enabled.]

[Backpack Capacity: Unlimited.]

Zhou Lang stared at the screen. The progress bar was stuck at 99%.

The main system is intercepting.

The control panel screen flashed red. A piercing alarm blared throughout the tower.

[Warning: Illegal operation.]

[Warning: Administrator 01 detected.]

[Start the cleanup process.]

A loud bang came from outside the tower. The ground shook.

Liu Wei peered out through the crack in the door.

A gigantic monster fell from the sky and crashed into the center of the intersection, creating a large crater in the asphalt.

It stands ten meters tall. Its entire body is covered in white bone spurs. Its muscles are dark red.

A high-level anomaly. The Executioner.

The executioner grabbed a black gold player from the ground, stuffed it into his mouth, and chewed it.

Blood streamed down his chin. The sound of bones breaking echoed into the tower.

It turned its head. Its one eye was fixed on the communications tower.

"Brother Zhou, a big one's here." Liu Wei gripped his submachine gun tightly. His palms were sweating.

Old Ma took out a stack of yellow paper talismans. "This thing looks difficult to deal with. I might not have enough talismans to burn."