Lucky billion players, you've never seen one before / I can accumulate my own luck

*Pfft*—Fan Xiao activated his psionic energy, severing his mutated left arm, from which a new one grew.

"I see. So the cat plushies in the room are from players who participated in the dungeon before... If you destroy the plushies, you will be attacked."

Fan Xiao quickly made a judgment.

I never imagined that a 100% safe house could turn into an incredibly dangerous horror house. There were landmines hidden in the dungeon hints... Or rather, if you interpret the dungeon's contents literally, you won't even know how you died!

The "100% safety" here most likely means that players can stay here and avoid the hostility of other monsters and dungeon bosses.

This is indeed 100% safe; you can stay here until the end of the dungeon without any problems.

As long as you don't touch it impulsively.

Of course, there is another explanation... being turned into a cat doll may not be considered death; consciousness may still exist, allowing the person to continue living.

Fan Xiao didn't dwell on which one it was.

Because he thought it might touch on dark and cruel aspects, and being psychologically fragile, he didn't want to see those things, so he simply stopped reading.

Now the slender black figure has gone berserk, and touching it has become a dangerous death warrant; it's impossible for him to get out relying on it.

At his signal, the number of little angels instantly increased to 16. Hundreds of slashes were completed in a very short time. A huge hole was torn open in the wall in a blood-red flash, and the matter at the edge was constantly disappearing because its concept had been destroyed.

The two little angels carried him away, avoiding the slender black shadow, Leila.

Yes, Van Shaw gave up on killing the monster.

It was fine if he didn't know the other party's identity; he could kill without any psychological burden. But now that he knows, even if it were him... he would hesitate for a second or two.

Moreover, this monster is the owner of the safe house, and is likely immortal, bound to the dungeon rules, making it impossible for players to kill.

If he breaks this rule, something new might happen in this instance that could be detrimental to him.

After leaving the safe house, Fan Xiaofei quickly moved away from the slender black shadow and disappeared from the other party's detection range, easily shaking off the threat.

At this moment, he noticed the changes within himself... or rather, the changes within the instance.

After completing the second instance mission, his perception of instances changed.

Although the scene was still the same, still an endless series of dimly lit floors, his spiritual senses detected a subtle difference—there were some spiritual fluctuations coming from below the floors.

These mental fluctuations gave him a vague sense of boundaries—as if the boundary of these continuously rising floors was just below.

At the same time, the monster's appearance in his eyes also changed slightly.

The slender black shadow from before, perhaps because it was the owner of the safe house, was different from the other monsters; its posture remained unchanged.

But after leaving the safe house, Fan Xiao discovered that a line had appeared above the head of the monster he had encountered.

Or, to put it another way, a thin tube.

The tube is semi-transparent, extending upwards, with the upper part being more transparent than the lower part, until it becomes completely transparent and disappears.

It looks... like it's rooted in the void, connecting to an unknown space.

"Upwards..."

"The mental fluctuations that transmit boundary sensing are coming from below, while the thin tube on the monster's head extends upwards..."

So, is it up? Or down?

After a moment's thought, Fan Xiao made a decision—to first try the thin tube on the monster's head to see if it could be actually touched and what its function was.

Chapter 657 Are you really from the Sword Tomb?

Not every monster in the Paradise dungeon has bizarre abilities; most are just average in strength, but there are a lot of them. They are within the range that a typical B-rank player can handle in a team.

The little angels are even easier to deal with.

Whether it's killing someone or severely injuring them and then controlling them, it can be done easily.

Thanks to the little angel's powerful abilities, and because the concept of destruction takes a long time to recover, Fan Xiao was able to control all five monsters at once and create clones to touch the thin tubes on their heads in turn.

The results showed that although the tubes were translucent, they could be touched directly.

At the point of contact, some of the flesh on the clone's hand disappeared.

Yes, it disappeared, rather than being torn apart or destroyed.

Rather than categorizing it as destruction, Fan Xiao, based on his experience, felt that it was more like a means of transfer and teleportation.

These thin tubes could very well be "spatial channels".

Once touched, you will be teleported to the corresponding location.

Furthermore, the thin tubes on the heads of each monster possess this spatial characteristic.

At this point, he finally understood—this was the way out of the dimly lit building!

It turns out that the cage imprisoning the monsters isn't an inescapable prison; rather, the opportunity to leave will only appear after completing the second instance quest.

"There's no way a person could pass through such a thin pipe. The way to leave... should be to control more monsters and gather the pipes on their heads together to form a larger spatial passage."

Fan Xiao quickly analyzed and deduced the conclusion.

This task is quite difficult for B-level players.

Fortunately, this instance was very incompatible with him, and was almost perfectly countered by his psionic energy. If he wanted to leave, he wouldn't even need to kill too many monsters; just one would be enough.

Because he can shrink his size to a very small amount, into a long strip, and forcibly teleport out through a passage.

The "Flesh and Blood Progenitor" can manipulate more than just flesh and blood.

Even at the genetic level, it's possible to temporarily discard one's bones and then recreate new ones later.

It's just a bit unsightly, and it makes people lose sanity.

"These dimly lit floors, this entire monster cage, are all prepared for the second dungeon mission. To complete the third mission, we definitely need to get out."

"However... we can't rush to leave. There are mental fluctuations coming from below the floor that convey a sense of boundaries. According to the usual pattern, there should be clues and information to pass the level hidden below. The correct procedure is to obtain the information first, and then we can know what to do after we get out."

Thinking of this, Fan Xiao immediately moved towards the floor below.

The method of movement was the same as before: two little angels carried him as they flew, while the remaining fourteen little angels slashed the floor to clear a path.

To save time, he didn't even bother to look for the holes he had already created when he came up.

Although he called this place a floor, in reality... this place is not a building structure at all. Each floor is extremely large, and no matter how you fly, you can't reach the boundary. The outer space is most likely interconnected, so finding the hole from before is really not an easy task.

Although he had scattered flesh and blood at the hole as location markers, perhaps due to the spatial chaos, he was unable to clearly sense the location of the flesh and blood.

He could only destroy again, constantly going downwards, just like going upwards, with no end in sight.

However, as the altitude decreased, the mental fluctuations that conveyed a sense of boundaries became more and more obvious in his senses.

It's like getting closer and closer to the shore, and then being blinded by the bright light of a lighthouse on the shore.

As they flew... suddenly! Fan Xiao discovered that all sixteen Fan Qiqis beside him had disappeared.

He himself stopped flying, and his downward-swooping posture turned into an upright standing posture.

All around was a vast, white expanse that stretched as far as the eye could see.

Directly ahead, two gray paths extend in two different directions, with no end in sight.

At this moment, he stands at the intersection of two paths, seemingly facing a choice.

Fan Xiao didn't immediately make a selection. Instead, he rested his chin on his hand and began to organize his thoughts.

I am currently... in some kind of consciousness space, or some kind of dream space, where only my consciousness can move.

This is probably why the little angels disappeared—they didn't really disappear, but are staying around his body.

This is the downside of not having a guardian angel.

The little angel can shatter any tangible attack, but he has no way to defend against this kind of silent interference of consciousness that can hit him.

His current condition is likely due to the operation of the dungeon rules, which allows them to ignore his A-level mental strength and forcibly trap his consciousness here.

Fan Xiao, however, was not particularly alarmed.

He had a feeling that leaving this place would be easy; he could simply back away from this position.

This premonition is probably a result of the rules governing the dungeon being in operation.

This place isn't meant to trap players; it's most likely a location for gathering intelligence.

Generally speaking, if it involves consciousness and dreams... following the usual pattern, he will most likely see some memories of the dungeon boss, namely Samael.

Key memories related to this copy.

Of course, these are all just his guesses, and whether they are accurate remains to be verified.

If it really is a memory...

"Memory... Perhaps the answer to Samael's obsessive pursuit of genes can be found here?"

There were two paths ahead, and Fan Xiao was torn about which one to choose.

Following the usual pattern, he will most likely only be able to choose one option. For example, if he chooses one option, the other option will disappear.

How should I choose?

His carefully organized thoughts contained absolutely no intelligence information relevant to the current situation.

This place seems to be a new place unrelated to the previous series of events.

"Forget it, I already have a backup plan for clearing the Destruction Dungeon, so I can definitely try it out here."

After hesitating for two seconds, Fan Xiao calmed down again and stepped onto the gray path on the left.

After taking two steps on the path, he looked to his right and found that the path on the right was still there and had not disappeared.

He tried to jump directly to the side of the road... Boom! He crashed into an invisible barrier and bounced back.

After thinking for a moment, Fan Xiao took two steps back to the starting point and then walked towards the path on the right.

It worked!

He retreated and walked to the left, then retreated again and walked to the right.

After trying several times and finding that neither path would disappear, Pa became puzzled.

What kind of idiotic design is this?

Or is the real choice only coming later in the game?

"Let's try the left one first."

He took the left flank for the seventh time, and began to move forward continuously without stopping or retreating.

As he moved further away, he began to hear faint, ethereal sounds.

The sounds were barely audible at first, but they grew louder and louder as he went further in.

Until… he heard the first sentence clearly: “Stop… stop hitting me…”

It was a mixture of screams and wails.

Then, a phantom-like image appeared and gradually solidified. The white space disappeared in an instant, and Fan Xiao found himself at the foot of a four-story building.

There were tall trees all around, casting shadows on the ground, and a wall was not far away.

The surrounding environment looks...like a school.

The gray path beneath his feet did not disappear; it overlapped on the new ground and was still clearly visible.

Fan Xiao stopped walking forward for the time being and turned his head to look to the left.

Under a large tree not far away, a bullying incident was taking place—a thin, handsome boy was being beaten by several tall, strong boys who were all wearing the same uniform and were probably students here.

The boy who was beaten had several bruises on his face, and his nose was bleeding.

"Haha! I never thought I'd still see such lowly bastards in this day and age! How strange! How rare!"

"Wow! Just like my dad said, those lowly bastards are really weak and can't take a beating!"

"Were all humans like this weak and frail trash in the past? Fortunately, my family has been genetically customized since my great-grandfather's generation."

"Hey, I didn't expect to encounter such a rare species after getting into a new school. I won't be bored from now on."

"..."

It turned out to be school bullying... Fan Xiao indignantly withdrew his gaze, stopped looking, and continued walking forward.

These images are likely memories from Samael's student days.