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Demon race?

No, that's not right. If the people of Silver City can treat players as demons, then that proves that demons at least deserve the title of "human" and are humanoid.

According to his deduction, the Celestials are the guardians of humanity, so they shouldn't look so ugly...

The dungeon's background information makes absolutely no mention of this kind of monster.

"They don't seem like humans who failed to evolve..."

Fan Xiao muttered something to himself.

Evolutionary failure can indeed transform a person into an alien monster under the influence of multiple genes within the body, causing both physical and psychological discomfort to those who see it.

But they don't have the ability to control other people's flesh and blood.

No... this doesn't seem like control.

It's more like... bringing his flesh and blood to life and giving him his own consciousness.

Fan Xiao communicates with the "Blood Duke," tentatively attempting to make the eyes and mouth that have grown on his body disappear by repairing his injuries.

As a result... the flesh and blood around his eyes and mouth were completely out of his control.

It was as if it no longer belonged to him.

He cannot repair parts of his body that do not belong to him.

"After the complete distortion, control can't be regained... What a dangerous ability!"

Fan Xiao became serious.

Something seems off about this instance.

Even he couldn't help but feel wary of the monsters in that dark space outside.

He is indeed highly skilled in attack, capable of overcoming all attacks with sheer force.

But... his defense is weak.

Without the "mirror" item to block interference through spatial barriers, his defense would be at the normal level of a C-level player.

If you are surrounded by those monsters outside, you could easily lose your life if you're not careful.

"Let's not get entangled with them for now, let's go back to Silver City first."

Van Shaw made a rather conservative decision.

The next second, he manipulated the blood in his body and ripped out the mutated flesh from his body.

After the blinking eyes and screaming mouth left his body, they struggled for a few seconds before quickly becoming still.

After expending a little energy, Fan Xiao used his newly grown healthy flesh and blood to repair his injuries.

His eyes flashed, his spirit was exhausted, and a mirror of mental focus was formed in the outside world 100 meters away.

His body disappeared and reappeared 100 meters away.

Boom! The ground exploded, and a new monster appeared.

Fan Xiao ignored it and, before the monster could attack him, he once again vanished into the mirror world, reappearing 100 meters away.

After repeating this several times, his figure quickly disappeared into the light at the edge of the dark space.

With a shift in his perspective, he returned to Silver City.

Looking around, the familiar street scene came into view, and the screams of many people in the city reached my ears. Where was there even a trace of that dark space?

Fan Xiao tried to condense the mirror with his mind, but found it to be completely useless.

The items are unusable, just like when the dungeon first opened.

It was as if the dark space and everything that happened within it were all an illusion.

Fan Xiao looked down at his left arm, where there was a bloodstain—a mark he had deliberately left when he was repairing his severed arm.

The traces are there, which means that everything that just happened was real.

Subconsciously, Fan Xiao brought up the player panel again and glanced at the time.

Time has returned to daytime, but...

"Hmm? Half an hour has passed?"

4:01 PM – that's the time displayed on the player's panel.

When the dungeon first opened, he checked the number on the back of his hand and noticed the time; it was 3:20.

Conversations, conflicts, and killing soldiers in the hall... these actions took some time.

After leaving the hall, there were other events, such as observing the city's situation, discussing plans with his five "teammates," and the army rushing over to surround Uncle Jian and his group of five.

Roughly speaking, about ten minutes had passed from when he checked the time until the army surrounded Uncle Jian and his group of five.

In other words, he stayed in that dark space for a full... about 30 minutes?

But he clearly felt that less than two minutes had passed...

"They're clearly nested together, yet the time flow in the two spaces is different? Strange..."

Fan Xiao sensed something was wrong, but couldn't find any reasonable explanation for the situation.

After a moment's thought, he temporarily abandoned the idea of ​​investigating the matter further and focused his attention on the army's encirclement of the players.

Because half an hour had already passed, the previous blockade had long since ended.

The area surrounding Silver City was deserted of players.

Fan Xiao followed the trail and saw many soldiers' corpses along the way.

Many other people also fell in pools of blood.

He frowned slightly... Uncle Jian and his five men were certainly behaving quite recklessly.

Both the army and the civilians of Silver City are ordinary people and pose little threat to C-level players.

Even if items cannot be used now, the evolution rate of a C-level player is not just for show. If they stand still with their muscles tensed and let ordinary people slash at them, as long as they don't attack vital points, ordinary people won't be able to do any damage.

Not to mention that Uncle Jian is a B-level player.

If they were determined to escape, the army here simply couldn't catch up, and killing them would be completely unnecessary.

"Was it to vent your anger...?"

"Hmm... given that idiot young master's personality, it's not surprising."

Fan Xiao quickly made a judgment.

He immediately approached a woman wearing a headscarf who was trembling on the ground, gently helped her up, and asked, "Sister, do you know where those demons went?"

"They...they went outside the city, in...in that direction...!"

The woman pointed to the north gate not far away.

"Sigh..." Fan Xiao sighed, "The demon race has come to cause trouble in our Silver City again, and killed so many of our compatriots... Damn it! The world is getting more and more turbulent."

His tone... made it seem as if he had blended into the crowd and taken the stand of one of them.

"that……"

Upon hearing this, the woman momentarily forgot her fear and asked in confusion, "Aren't you a mercenary? You don't seem to have any connection with Silver City..."

"..."

Fan Xiao wasn't embarrassed at all. He smiled and asked, "Big sister, you have a good eye. How did you figure that out?"

"Does this...requires such keen observation?" the woman asked doubtfully. "Fifteen outsiders have come to Silver City, all mercenaries, to help us fight against Obsidian City. Everyone knows this."

"Oh? So you can recognize all 15 mercenaries?" Fan Xiao asked. "You saw our portraits beforehand?"

“I haven’t seen you before,” the woman said, sounding a little impatient. “You’re all outsiders, what’s so strange about recognizing you?”

"Do you know everyone in Silver City?" Fan Xiao then asked.

"Silver City has over 100,000 people, how could I possibly recognize them all?"

The woman gave him a look as if he were an idiot: "Young man, are you... out of your mind?"

"..." Fan Xiao smiled and said, "I was just asking casually."

interesting.

Is it "fixed perception"...?

No wonder the soldiers of Silver City were able to locate Uncle Jian and the other five murderers immediately and launch a siege.

They must have some rather mystical methods of investigation... most likely hidden instance rules.

Fan Xiao composed himself and asked the question that concerned him most: "By the way, big sister, I suddenly saw the sky turn dark, and I also saw a lot of monsters emerging from the ground. Do you know what happened?"

When he asked this question, his body tensed up, and he entered a state of readiness.

Residents of these instances who have "fixed perceptions" usually have hidden traps waiting for players to trigger... For example, if you ask them something they shouldn't ask, they might exhibit some abnormal behavior.

Or... some hidden crisis in the instance will be triggered.

Therefore, we must be vigilant.

However, to Fan Xiao's surprise, the eldest sister's reaction was quite calm, without even a change in expression. She calmly replied, "Oh, you've encountered a hellish invasion phenomenon."

"Hell invading?"

Fan Xiao's eyes flickered.

That dark space... really does resemble hell.

"Hmm, hell has invaded."

The woman replied, "The source of hell's invasion is at the location of the lighthouse on the coast of Longxi."

"There are many monsters in Hell. You mercenaries must kill these monsters to stop Hell from continuing its invasion."

"Otherwise, the world will be destroyed, and everyone will die."

Chapter 410 Caesar the True King, Six Players Lost

If the invasion of Hell is not stopped, the world will be destroyed, and everyone will die… Fan Xiao didn’t know if it was true or not, so he asked, “Since the situation is so serious, why are humans still waging war against each other? Instead of fighting together against the monsters of Hell?”

"Stopping Hell's invasion is your business as mercenaries." The woman shook her head. "It has nothing to do with us."

"If the world ends, won't we all be doomed together?" Fan Xiao asked, "Big sister, aren't you afraid at all?"

“Yes, I’m scared,” the woman nodded, “so you must hurry and stop them.”

"..."

Fan Xiao remained silent.

So, players come into the dungeon just to be your slaves, right?

"What about the Celestial Race?" Fan Xiao asked. "Aren't they going to resolve this matter?"

"This is a matter for you mercenaries, why should the Celestial Race deal with it?"

The woman asked as if she were genuinely puzzled.

It seems that "mercenaries solve the invasion of Hell" is their fixed understanding... Fan Xiao did not continue to insist on explaining the logic to them, and changed the subject, saying: "Since you all know that we are mercenaries, why do you still think that some of us are demons?"

"Do mercenaries clash with demons?" the woman asked again, expressing her doubt. "Can't demons be mercenaries?"

"Oh? Demons can also act as mercenaries and intervene in human wars?"

"Of course not."

"Then why..."

"So if you find something, you should report it and arrest them."

"...What you said makes sense."

Fan Xiao looked at the woman and helplessly changed his approach, asking, "It's reasonable to report and arrest demons, but... when the demons you're trying to arrest are mercenaries, wouldn't it be better to just let them go and save the world instead of arresting them?"

“Uh…isn’t arresting criminals the right thing to do?” the woman said. “Those five demons are still killing people in the city.”

"Then..." Fan Xiao asked, "If you capture the mercenaries, who will save the world?"

“Go ahead,” the woman said. “You haven’t done anything wrong, so you won’t get arrested, will you?”