Chapter 18

The live broadcast square was in full bloom.

Just a minute ago, the D-level dungeon of Decai Middle School suddenly rushed on the list without warning, instantly floating up to four areas, and jumped directly to the top of the entire square! It tied for third place with a B-level dungeon, and the other two dungeons on it were all A-level.

How is that possible? This is something that has never happened before! What exactly happened!

The audience in the live broadcast square was sensational and rushed to the live broadcast hall of [Decai Middle School].

Under the name of the copy, a blood-red logo flashed.

Hall difficulty level: d+

Highest unlocking progress in history: 100

Viewing Value:a

"God!! 100%! A anchor opened up the 100% progress of the Decai Middle School copy! This is the main line!"

"Not only has the difficulty increased, but the viewing value has also been increased! My mom, my mom, my mom! What happened in this dungeon of good guy!"

"And it seems that there are still several hours left before the end of the dungeon? Is the main line completed so quickly? What kind of perverts are the anchors in this dungeon!"

"So awesome! I rushed!"

While the audience was discussing heatedly, suddenly, an audience member realized a blind spot that had been overlooked before:

"Hey? Wait, I remember that if the main line is completed in advance and the 100% progress is opened, the dungeon will be able to end automatically, right?"

“…It seems like that.”

The other audiences were stunned.

Yes, logically speaking, no matter how much time there is left in the dungeon to survive, as long as the main task is completed, the entire dungeon will automatically pass.

but……

Thinking of this, everyone couldn't help but turn their attention to the upper right corner of the live broadcast hall.

There, the bright red characters are slowly flashing, looking particularly dazzling and dazzling, and cannot be ignored.

【live】

Live broadcast.

Almost at the same time, an exact same question emerged in the minds of all the audience:

Why is this copy not over yet?

Wen Jianyan's eyes were dizzy.

A strong sense of weightlessness pulled him, and he seemed to fall down quickly. The feeling of fear strangled his neck, and the feeling of suffocation made his eyes dark-

“Um…!”

Before fainting, Wen Jianyan's throat burst into a muffled groan, and she fell to the ground in a mess.

The word "di" is not used accurately.

Below was a thick dark shadow, and the only thing you could feel was the cold and cold feeling that oozed out from it.

Looking around, you can only see endless darkness. This space seems to be independent of the entire world. The passage of time has long stopped, and there is a dead silence in your ears.

Wen Jianyan could only hear the chaotic and rapid breathing sounds, the heart beats chaotic and impatient, and the blood flow pumps to his ears, hitting his eardrums, making him unable to think calmly.

He took a deep breath, moved his eyes with some difficulty, and slowly looked to the distance.

The whole space was pitch black, but for some reason, the phantom of the mirror becoming the "Father God" was still clearly visible.

...He can no longer call it a phantom.

His body was solid and stable, and his waist was immersed in the shadows. On top of his slender and pale limbs, strange runes with their teeth and claws spread along the tight texture.

To be fair, this male body is particularly perfect, almost transcending the boundaries of gender, as if it were a work of art, and the dark runes add a bit of evil and wild beauty to it.

Wen Jianyan felt hairy behind her back.

The other party's body was sleeping with a huge power that he could not understand. Because of his existence, the entire space was filled with a high-density sense of oppression. If there was no way out, Wen Jianyan would turn around and run without looking back. He would run as far as he could, and would never get close to the other party.

He raised his hand and wiped his face hard.

Calm and calm.

According to the known situation now, this "Father God" is likely to not be awakened for the time being, otherwise "Mr. Mirror" would not have gone to much trouble to collect human souls, just to awaken him.

Therefore, I should focus on finding a way to leave now, rather than worrying about the phantom problem.

After straightening out the idea, Wen Jianyan calmed down a lot.

In this space, besides the sleeping "God of the Father", there is only a boundless void and silence left. The way to find out here is that it cannot be understood.

Wen Jianyan opens the live broadcast interface.

As soon as he opened it, he was startled.

The number of online users displayed in the upper right corner of the live broadcast room has soared by three times, almost nearly 30,000!

Obviously, the anchor will turn off and enable the barrage hiding function, and there will be prompts inside the live broadcast room.

So, almost the moment Wen Jianyan opened the barrage, the entire live broadcast room was flooded with enthusiastic audiences.

"Oh oh! The anchor is here, the anchor is here!"

"Come here with your reputation! Congratulations to the anchor for completing the main line! I just don't know why the copy has not ended yet. Are there any people who know what to do? [Reward points                                      

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

"?What? I only clicked in because of the anchor's face? My wife posted it!"

"The love rival Guna in front! My wife ignores him, my wife comes to lie to me! [Reward points                                                 �

Wen Jianyan: "…”

?

I don’t know why, but I always feel that the direction of the barrage is a bit weird.

After ignoring the strange barrage of paintings, Wen Jianyan suddenly saw a very critical barrage and accurately captured the information contained in it.

He was slightly stunned:

"So, as long as the main task is completed, will the dungeon be automatically ended?"

"Yes, right!"

"No matter how much survival time is needed, as long as you complete the main task, all players in the entire dungeon can automatically pass the level."

That would be strange.

Wen Jianyan touched his chin and asked, "Talk about it, have you seen the sleeping man over there in other anchors' live broadcast rooms?"

"No..."

"I've never seen it before, but it seems to look a bit good from this perspective."

"This should be the boss in this dungeon, right? I don't know. After all, the maximum unlocking rate before this dungeon was only 72, and the current maximum record is still set by you."

...In the end, there was no clue.

Wen Jianyan sighed. After a brief thank you, he closed the barrage again and opened the store interface with the last bit of expectation.

——Maybe there are some props that can help him escape?

Although the points I had cleared before, after several tasks completed and many rewards from the audience, Wen Jianyan's current points balance is very sufficient. Even if it is not enough to buy all the props in the system mall, it is still enough to buy some expensive precious props.

However, when Wen Jianyan opened the store interface with confidence, he was in a state of discomfort.

All the items in the store are gray, and no matter how they click, they can't buy them.

In just a few seconds, he went from a wealthy man with a wealth of thousands to a pauper who had no place to spend money even though he had a wealth of thousands of dollars.

Wen Jianyan: "…”

I really want to hit someone.

I really suspect that you are fucking targeting me, the trash live broadcast room!

He took a deep breath, suppressed his resentment, and opened the live broadcast room again.

Obviously, other viewers in the live broadcast room have never seen this scene.

They gave Wen Jianyan's advice in a verbal manner, but most of the suggestions were of no viable value until-

"Or why should the anchor go to the NPC to find clues? Maybe there will be a way to leave."

Wen Jianyan's eyelids bounced ominously twice.

He had thought about this road.

But as a person who is accustomed to seeking profit and avoiding harm, he has been trying to find other ways to avoid close contact with the NPC, which is dangerous at first glance.

But...it seems now that there is no way out except this method.

Wen Jianyan sighed in frustration.
To be continued...