Beating Instances through Words Left by the Dead

Chapter 62: Chapter 62: Guys, It Really Works!

Being overly flattering for no reason, one is either a traitor or a thief.

But after carefully checking twice, Wu Chang did not find any anomalies. Plus, since Cotton was indeed a member of the Management Bureau, he accepted Cotton’s invitation.

As he accepted it, he saw the other assistants from the same term hesitantly clicking confirm as well.

After accepting the invitation, everyone’s vision blurred, and two unfamiliar players appeared in the waiting hall.

The two assistants from Dongyang City looked honest and dull, both were standard-looking people. After a simple self-introduction, they put on their hoods, huddled in a corner of the room, and almost wished to disappear on the spot.

Wu Chang chatted briefly with the two, not noticing anything inappropriate in their words. Like him, they were also new assistants who had just joined the Management Bureau this term.

Could it really be a pie falling from the sky?

Cotton said with a smile, ”If you are all ready, click confirm in the status bar.”

Following Cotton’s words, several people changed their waiting status to ready. Unexpectedly, Cotton directly activated the reward dungeon.

”Enjoy your game, everyone.”

Before a reaction could be made, they disappeared from the waiting hall and arrived in a room similar to a settlement space.

A prompt popped up before Wu Chang’s eyes.

”Matching players with dungeon, current player level: 10, dungeon difficulty matching probability: F-Level: 25%; E-Level: 60%; D-Level: 15%; C-Level: 0.1%.”

Seeing the random dungeon probabilities, he couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow.

The probability really decreased.

Although the C-Level dungeon probability still stubbornly remained at 0.1%, the B-Level dungeon probability from previous simulations indeed disappeared.

Judging by the joyful expressions of the other assistants, the reward dungeon effect was effective for them too.

Wu Chang chose to start matching the dungeon, and a loading icon appeared before him.

For some reason, this time the dungeon matching was particularly lengthy, even slower than when he first matched with the Moonlight Sanatorium.

”Matching complete!”

Wu Chang’s vision blurred, and he found himself on a night beach.

”Successfully entered ’Desolate—Plane 86951.’

Dungeon Name: Peaceful Town.

Dungeon Type: Multiplayer Survival Dungeon.

Dungeon Mode: Cooperative. Player damage to each other reduced by 80%.

Dungeon Difficulty: C.

Official recommended minimum level for dungeon exploration: 10. Please proceed with caution.

Due to the large difference in level between players and the dungeon, other players have been automatically included.

Dungeon Status: High Pollution!

Main Quest 1: Successfully survive for thirty days in the town, stepping outside the town’s boundary will pause the timer.

Main Quest 2: Investigate the missing count and uncover the truth.

C-Level dungeon, with high pollution!

After a brief silence, Wu Chang threw a punch vehemently.

Family, this reward dungeon probability reduction is truly effective!

Given the Abyssal Game’s targeting nature towards him, it matched him with a near out-of-control C-Level dungeon at level 8, and now at level 10, they should’ve arranged a B-Level dungeon for him at a minimum.

He prepared for the worst-case scenario, yet a regular C-Level dungeon appeared unexpectedly.

Having seen dungeons with pollution levels above 90, near out-of-control instances, the high pollution Peaceful Town already felt like a regular category dungeon to him.

Wasn’t it just his luck?

If not landing in this dungeon, he would have thought the Abyssal Game only contained out-of-control instances.

After a short excitement, he began to pay attention to other dungeon information.

Multiplayer survival dungeon.

He looked around, noticing figures of other players lying not far from the beach, still unconscious at the moment.

He was the first to wake up.

Taking advantage of no one’s attention, he summoned the clone from Rebirth of True Self, making it lie afar.

In multiple-player dungeons, solo actions often draw attention, making it inconvenient.

Disguising the clone as an aloof lone wolf made actions much easier.

With the clone settled, he looked at the activated title.

With Master of Breaking the Game, the vague pollution level described in the dungeon was translated into specific numbers.

”Current Dungeon Pollution Level: 70.”

”Master of Breaking the Game attribute enhancement: 35%.”

With the Master of Breaking the Game boost, Wu Chang’s current attribute panel is:

Player Nickname: Doesn’t Eat Beef.

Player Level: 10 (0/2600)

Title: Perfectionism, Master of Breaking the Game.

Life: 28 (21)

Power: 27 (20)

Agility: 20 (15)

Endurance: 22 (16)

Energy: 19 (14)

Inspiration: 90

Will: 79

(Note: Parentheses show attributes before Master of Breaking the Game boost.)

Free Attribute Points: 0

Rotten Silver Coins: 30000.

Skills: Mamba Iron Elbow, Firearms Use (Proficient).

Cultivation Technique: Thunder Skill Fragment (D).

Items: Silver Dawn, Favor of the Goddess of Fortune, Whisperer’s Echo ×1, Mortal Poison, Secret Magic Knight Order Newcomer’s Guide, Soul Cleansing Banner, Four-sided Age Fire Lamp, Shadow-Facing Face, Healing Type I ×3, Small Recovery Potion ×2.

Talent: Exorcism, Calamity.

With Master of Breaking the Game’s boos, his attributes were further enhanced, and he felt terrifyingly strong.

As he immersed in the attribute panel and thought about how to explore the dungeon, other players began to wake up gradually.

Similar to Wu Chang, other players first gazed blankly at the attribute panel upon waking up, incredulously confirming something.

Moments later, curses aimed at Cotton himself and his family resonated across the beach.

What a joke!

The reward dungeon ends up in a high-pollution C-Level dungeon; what’s the reward? Reincarnation?

Even without doing anything, they couldn’t match such a difficult dungeon normally; it must be Cotton’s trickery!

Outside the dungeon, in the waiting hall.

Zhao Yan walked in humming a tune, holding a tray of cocktails.

Specially crafted cocktails on the tray, each drink increasing temporary will by 3 points, temporary power by 2 points, a total of five cups costing him quite a few Rotten Silver Coins.

He always kept his promises; he had promised Wu Chang that if Wu could hit him, he would treat him to a drink upon entering the Abyssal Game. So, utilizing the preparation time of a few people, he immediately found a familiar bartender to make special cocktails.

But when he turned around, why was everyone gone?

The few assistants he was responsible for disappeared, leaving behind a detestable fat man.

People are complex, and so are organizations composed of people.

Even within the Management Bureau, not everyone shares the same ideals and goals.

For example, there are those like Meng Yawen and Zhao Yan from the Order Sect, who advocate maintaining the current order and believe there should be a balance between high-level players and low-level players, as well as ordinary people.

Then, there are those like Cotton from the Evolution Sect, who believe that all resources should be concentrated on players with potential to nurture a group of experts.

The concepts of the two sides differ greatly and can be said to be directly opposed.

Zhao Yan, seeing Cotton’s face displeased, teased with a smile.

”Yo, Brother Huo, treating newcomers to drinks, how generous you are.”

While saying this, Cotton reached out and took another drink from the tray, praising Zhao Yan’s special cocktail for augmenting attributes, ”Brother Huo, you’re so generous!”

It is often said not to strike a smiling face, but when facing Cotton, Zhao Yan couldn’t muster any goodwill.

Cotton, where are the people I brought?

Cotton replied, ”I’ve sent them to the reward dungeon.”

”You sent them to the dungeon?” Zhao Yan’s heart skipped a beat.

Cotton continued, ”You should be more grateful. This time, I put them into an intermediate reward dungeon. No need to thank me, right? Just a couple of your drinks, not too much to ask.”

As he said this, Cotton reached out for another drink, a grin on his face.

At seeing the dungeon’s name listed, he suddenly spat his drink right onto Zhao Yan’s face.

”Peace, Peaceful Town?!”