Is the person you sculpt as cute as me?

It’s already 10:30 in the evening... I didn’t have lunch, but never mind, I don’t have any money anyway.

I don’t know how long it will take for Jiandui Lulu to be online, but it should take at least half an hour to wash up, lie down on the board, and adjust to the strong discomfort of returning to reality.

During this period of time... Yu Man thought about it and decided to go to the dungeon by himself and explore the mechanism alone first.

Because the three entries limit means that the dungeon is a single-player dungeon, but only allows up to three people to enter together. Therefore, it is not difficult to enter alone and feel helpless.

First, she'd check to see if there was any chance of clearing this .4 difficulty dungeon. If not, she could estimate the approximate difficulty and make preparations. Once she was sure they could both clear it reliably, she'd come back.

Just do it——

Yu Man stepped into the magic power, and her entire vision began to shake.

……

The scene before me is different from what I imagined.

Broken, eroded by time, and dull.

In this narrow reflection of the old world, dust is everywhere and magic is decaying.

This is a world like that of an old man in his twilight years.

"—Give it the ability to see darkness...Give it the ability to hear nothing—Give it the ability to see details..."

Yu Man took the Ice Staff and carefully cast a large number of enchantments on himself, followed by freezing and shaping magic, using ice and snow to cast ice armor on himself.

Solid ice floated in the air, surrounding Yu Man and forming a semicircular transparent shield.

Although it consumes a lot of mana, it is better to proceed steadily when exploring new areas. She has plenty of potions anyway.

With her vision enhanced by the enchantment and the magical flashes, she was able to see the surrounding scenery clearly.

"...Library? No."

It was just a study room that was no longer used and had become dead silent.

This study is independent in space, with no doors or windows.

There are only old brick walls and a few rotten bookshelves, which were once books but have been eaten away by time.

Desk, chair, candlestick...pen. I wonder how much time must have been taken away for them to become so decayed.

"Where's the Boss?" She was confused. The environment was very strange.

It doesn't look like a puzzle copy, nor is it an illusion mechanism created by magic.

It's just simple... no boss, no entrance or exit.

Yu Man was calmer than expected, because the only outcome for the player was death and returning to the city, and there was no worse outcome than that. So, she became interested and began to think about strategies.

The bookshelf might be the key to breaking through, as might the wall. Either there's a mechanism inside the shelf, or the wall itself can be broken down by force. Furthermore, the desk likely has its own hidden tricks. All of these factors either test your output capabilities or require the conditions for unlocking a special adventurer class...

"--bite."

"...Hmm?" Yu Man heard a little sound.

Following the sound, she saw the bottle placed on the table with the pen shattered.

The sound just now was the sound of this thing, and it was extremely crisp.

She was on guard—but the black mass that used to be ink in the bottle had no intention of attacking. Instead, it was guided by an evil magic and floated towards the wall.

The ink was dry and dirty, like the blood left by a corpse being dragged on the ground.

It writes the message with difficulty——

Old World language... and another language that Yu Man can understand, as if it had been translated by the system, just like the story text in the game.

The two languages ​​​​ran parallel, and each sentence was recorded on the wall.

Yu Man, alert and confused, started reading from the first sentence.

"To you who summoned me—are you Blom Judah? Or one of his companions?

In any case, too much time has passed and the ritual has become ineffective.

There is no way for me to cross such a decayed ancient passage, reach you, and fulfill your will.

I also hope that you will stop building new channels. At least for a long time in the future, I will not have the time to respond to you.

As you know, countless souls from foreign lands have responded to God's invitation and arrived in our no longer crowded and now too vast land, and we will be busy with this.

In addition, ▇▇▇ will also notice this slight discord and erase all traces of our reflection from the world."

014·Feeling inferior to…

After reading this, Yu Man frowned, still feeling strange.

The words on the wall... don't seem like a copy of the plot.

The other party will regard anyone who enters the dungeon as a "non-player".

Moreover, it is generally believed to be "Blom Judah" or his companion.

And Blom Judah, this name was familiar to Yu Man.

It was the rebel leader in the illegal area who died at her hands.

Generally speaking, these words and this scene are more like communication between NPCs.

In the first week, Yu Man's extensive PVE experience gave her an extremely deep understanding of normal dungeons.

These rich experiences came into play, making her feel a strong sense of disharmony.

What's more, this quest chain was very strange from the very beginning.

But, that's not all—

The letter is not finished yet.

The ink stain that had written the words, because the entire wall was covered with writing, moved to the other wall. It flattened the bookshelf and the dirt as if it were a flat ground, and continued to write the uneven words:

"However, I did have a deal with Blom Judah, although it was a promise made a long time ago.

Although I was not able to do it then, now someone has offered a sufficient price, so I will keep my promise.

Unfortunately, I cannot go there myself... I will send a servant to answer on my behalf. It will be helpful, whether you are Blom Judah or someone else."

The writing has been paused for a long time here.

As Yu Man finished reading it completely and pondered the meaning behind it, the ink wrote the last line with unprecedented brilliance.

That's the signature.

Like a great man carefully writing a personal letter, he wrote his name at the end with dignity, intimacy, and the calmness of a person in a high position.

Stroke after stroke of ink reproduced the other person's signature.

"—Reflections of the Old World, Part One: Everyone in the World Needs My Forgiveness [Untranslatable Old World Language]"

……

Looking back, Yu Man read the entire letter several times and thought carefully for a while.

"It doesn't seem like I'm writing a letter to an NPC, but rather a storyline where the player stumbles upon a secret."

Because, as mentioned earlier, this big man whose name cannot be identified but whose title is "Everyone in the World Needs My Forgiveness" is going to send his servants over... to help the NPCs.

These strange plots, in essence, should be a special way for the boss to appear.

She gripped her staff tightly, and what happened next was completely predictable.

It's nothing more than a servant of a big shot (who must be very powerful) who appeared here in a flash after passing through some strange magic circle.

The other party first introduced himself in a very pretentious manner, but suddenly realized that there was no NPC. The person who opened the copy was actually a player who accidentally learned of their secret agreement.

So he attacked in anger, and the boss battle began.

The boss also inexplicably brought a treasure chest with him to make it easier for the players to open it.

As for the players, there is no need to use their brains or find excuses.

Whatever it is, chop, chop, chop. Whatever the treasure chest is, open, open, open.

"...Sure enough." Yu Man sensed the fluctuation of magic power.

The oppression brought by class differences permeated this old study.

She immediately retreated to the corner of the wall, re-strengthened her magical defenses, and pondered how to start.

In short, observe first - you can roughly tell the other person's type based on their appearance.

The way the boss descends is the handwriting in the letter on the wall.

The silent words were suddenly filled with magic.

They were like birds that had hit glass, losing the ability to fly and flowing down along the high wall.

As they fell, they lost their shape and gathered on the ground like mercury.

Gradually, they began to change shape.

"Because of the high concentration, the magic power is viscous and mercury-like... The blue bar should be very thick, most likely a magic shield. The form will definitely change, and based on the magic content, there will be at least two distinct stages... Resistance is hard to say, but physical resistance should be high... Attack power is hard to say, it depends on the attack method."

While the opponent was changing shape, Yu Man made frantic estimates.

When she had a rough idea in mind, the mercury-like magic just happened to finish shaping itself.

And there are lines for the show——

"According to the ancient agreement between you and 'Everyone in the world needs my forgiveness', I have come here to bless the great cause you want to accomplish - huh?"

"Don't say 'hmm', the plot is completely skipped, come on if you want to fight!"

Yu Man saw the other party clearly. It was a blue-green... treasure chest?

Made up of wooden and iron bars - it's a treasure chest monster!

When the treasure chest monster speaks, the box will open and close, have fangs, a big tongue sticking out, and there is a ball of black mist that makes it impossible to see what is inside, which is very consistent with the traditional appearance.

It should be at the fourth level, and this color is 4.2, roughly equivalent to the snake's strength in life. It matches the summon's rank, eh, so it seems correct.

"Don't be so alert, I'm not an enemy." The treasure chest monster's tone was very kind.

"I see. This is fraudulent communication. Trying to disarm me."

"No, I really am here to help you. The master has instructed that no matter who opens the door, we should come to help." The treasure chest said with a fierce voice, while jumping and approaching Yu Man, "Trust me..."

"No, the rebel leader who summoned your master, what's his name, has already been killed by me. Stop wasting time and start fighting quickly. Why can't we skip this stupid plot?"

"What?"

Perhaps because it was close enough, the treasure chest monster saw Yu Man clearly... or sensed his magic.

It stopped where it was, apparently in a state of "astonishment", followed by "silence".

After a few seconds, it asked in disbelief, "You... you are not a native of this world, but... one of those souls from a foreign land... called... pioneers?"

"Well, didn't I say it before? We are enemies."

But the treasure chest monster immediately became "confused" and no longer had any intention of attacking. It just kept muttering things like "I can't complete the task, what should I do?"

"What else can I do? I'll kill you and give me tons of gold coins."

"...No, no, I don't want to die. It's not a reflection that comes here. If I'm killed, I'm dead."

It became a "thinking" state, and suddenly an idea flashed in its mind.

"No, my master wants me to help. It doesn't matter if it's Blom Juda or some stranger. I just need to help. This way I can complete the mission and avoid dying."

"……What?"

"Hmph—" The treasure chest monster cleared its throat and said again, "In response to the glorious mission bestowed upon me by 'Everyone Needs My Forgiveness', I have arrived here to assist you in the great cause you wish to achieve."

The strange thing was, it really had no intention of fighting.

Yu Man was a little bit at a loss. Should he attack proactively? Or...

The Treasure Chest Monster flattered, "I can be of great help. I hope you'll be flexible and not let me fail my mission... nor bury the good fortune that I've finally found in this world."

"This Treasure Mimic, a trap creature reflecting the old world, hopes to enter into a mercenary contract with you.