Chapter 99 The Prelude to the True Ending

"Giggle cluck..."

Under Lin Yiyi's gaze, the "Angelo" who rose into the air let out a crisp, baby-like laughter.

She has now regained control of her body.

Lin Yiyi knew that it was time for her to do something.

That meat ball just floated in the air, looking at her expectantly, as if waiting for something.

"...Angelo?"

Lin Yiyi called tentatively.

After there was no response, she changed the key words and continued to call: "Ai Lei?

"Bone Lord?"

"Angelo" waited for a long time, but did not respond.

The baby's light laughter that kept ringing around gradually became sparse, and the seven-colored flames became more and more vigorous. Lin Yiyi began to gradually feel difficulty breathing and was a little dizzy...

Lin Yiyi was a little panicked, she was constantly trying new keywords: "Dear?

"Baby?

"Kiss my baby?"

"—Why did you leave it here for fill-in-the-blank questions?"

"—It's over, I think Sister Gangzi is already cold."

"—You are already dead (Hokuto face."

"—It's already very good. Many players can't reach your level."

"—Sister Gangzi, you have earned this life and blood, so go away with peace of mind."

Looking at the barrage, Lin Yiyi was clearly starting to panic, and all of a sudden they gloated over the misfortune.

"...There must be something missing."

Looking at the unresponsive, just getting bigger and bigger meat ball, Lin Yiyi sighed: "I'm afraid it's going to disappear, brother Meng.

"Remember to write down all the previous texts! Come and tell the old goose, this road is a dead end, don't come for the time being..."

Before she could finish her sentence, she suddenly saw Angelo swooping down.

It devoured her head in one bite.

The vision didn't dim because of this...because at the moment of being swallowed.

Lin Yiyi could actually see a pair of emerald green pupils, looking at herself mockingly in the "belly" of the meat ball.

Then she lost consciousness.

"This should be the end of death."

Including Annan, the players who saw it here have already reacted.

This plot... It should be the kind of "pre-ending" before the true ending in a multi-week decryption game.

That is to say, you need to play it once to know the death ending of some key information. After getting this information, you can start the route to the true ending.

- This is also normal.

After all, this copy does not know how many layers, it is impossible to put the ending channel on the first layer. That would be too tricky.

But it's entirely possible that you first need to get something behind, or learn some information, and then reopen and choose to stay on the first floor... Enter the true ending.

"As expected of a Twisted Difficulty nightmare."

Annan sighed softly: "I have explored this depth one by one, but the main quest has not yet been triggered..."

He now vaguely realizes that the scale of this nightmare may be bigger than he initially thought.

Don't say anything else.

It seems to be directly related to the fact that Frozen Water Harbor was cursed by the Bone Lord forty-five years ago. It must also involve the reason why the frozen water port has been abandoned to this day... and the reason why Don Juan came to this land.

That is to say...

At the end of this nightmare, there may be a direct face-to-face with Mr. Skeleton himself.

—Have to go to Don Juan again.

After he got more papers from Salvatore, of course.

Annan made up his mind.

When there is time later, he will re-enter that nightmare on the ship again. This time he will try to ask Don Juan and the old wizard Benjamin,

Why did they come to the frozen water port at this time.

Their behavior is very strange.

This is not so much a refuge.

It would be better to say that he sent the least important direct blood relative... to come here to find something, or maybe someone.

"All in all, the first floor of the nightmare has a mechanism that can lead to the negative floor: the basement. After entering the basement, it will trigger a related plot about 'Angelo' - there must be something to do after that, so that things can be related to history What happened overlapping...or the other way around, changing that unfortunate ending?"

Annan was thoughtful.

It's now less than an hour before sunrise... not much time left for players.

Those players who haven't entered the book have simply given up. Instead, stay safe and watch the live broadcast.

They have probably realized that this dungeon is not a difficulty that they can clear in an hour or two.

——Of course, after they continue to explore for a while, Annan will hand over the real "simple copy" to them, so as not to dampen their enthusiasm.

That is the nightmare that Justin transformed into.

He is a superhuman of the bronze rank. It just turns into a nightmare on easy difficulty.

Like the nightmare transformed by Don Juan.

Not only does it not have all the troublesome features of Twisted Difficulty Nightmare, but the length is very short, the difficulty of solving puzzles is almost zero, and the battle process is also very simple, with only one transcendent enemy...

And maybe, Annan will also appear as a friendly NPC to assist.

——Then this is not beating with feet?

This dungeon is the dungeon that Annan really prepared for the players to let them level up.

As for the "gallery".

... Annan just wanted the player to go in and help him find his way.

And when the players are at the liver level, Annan himself will first take a look at the nightmare that Gerald transformed into.

The main purpose is to see if he will say something that shouldn't be said in the nightmare. Let's see how much he understands Annan Winter, and then decide whether to disclose this nightmare to the players...

"……what?"

Annan snorted and found that the traffic of the live broadcast interface suddenly changed.

After a while, the wandering child has actually entered a deep dream.

If it weren't for the sharp rise in the number of viewers on his side, Annan wouldn't even know that there was a new change here.

However, his progress in this strategy is really fast.

"Let me see, what floor is he... um, or the third floor?"

Annan's face was a little strange.

The deep dream on the third floor, he remembered it as "Gallery: Elle Morrison"?

So next, is the homeless kid playing Elle?

He couldn't wait to click on the live broadcast.

I happened to see a stray child with a dumbfounded face, and a barrage in a carnival:

"—Oh! The princess is so pretty!"

"—Your father made you laugh!"

"—It's not swearing, that's really your father..."

"—Rounding up, this is considered a girl's costume, right?"

"—No, if the child can have this effect in women's clothing, I will make him unable to get out of bed tomorrow..."

"—the front, wait a minute?"

"—Car, what a fast car!"

"You animals..."

The homeless child muttered in a low voice, pressing down on his skirt awkwardly.

——You must know that the viewing angle of the audience can be rotated slightly during the live broadcast.

The painter Amos in front of him had become more and more dissatisfied.

Finally, he put down the pen again.

The sound of the brush hitting the wooden board startled the homeless child. He immediately focused his attention and looked at Amos.

I saw Amos's brows were full of anger: "Ai Lei, what happened to you today?

"You look like this... moving around, how can I draw a portrait for you? You are wasting precious paint!"

"...Well, father..."

The homeless child hesitated for a moment, then hesitantly replied, "I don't feel well today..."

As he said that, he really made a look that was not very comfortable.

He's not completely lacking in acting...

——This is his superb acting when he was in school when he asked the class teacher for sick leave.

Amos seemed to be fooled by him.

"...Is that so?"

He hesitated for a moment, and suddenly said something strange: "Then do you want to try it...

"Apart from finding a fair deal with the priests of Yinjue, are there any other ways to cure the disease?"