The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!
Chapter 197 - 182: The Meat Pigeon Copy is Very Engaging_2

Chapter 197: Chapter 182: The Meat Pigeon Copy is Very Engaging_2

The Undead seemed to be admiring a song and dance drama right before their eyes. She lifted her illusory long neck, her red lips slightly parted, and a melodious song spread along with the ripples on the water’s surface.

"Oh great warrior, the Immortal who comes to save, do you wish to prove yourself with a vivid dreamlike experience?" Her tune carried a melodious charm, like a fairy delivering a sword from the lake, with an undeniable sense of epicness.

"A dreamlike experience?" the Undead immediately perked up.

Those who had experienced Soul Valley among the Undead had all entered those unrestrained dreamscapes, and playing a deleted-copy trial in internal testing could be quite frustrating.

But now, looking back, it was easy to see that it was neither a bug nor an unfinished game, nor was it an NPC’s penalty skill, but rather the prelude to the pool’s opening.

"What should we do?" asked an Undead.

"Follow the guidance of the song, and attend a feast in the dream," the ghostly woman said. "A trial in the dream where failure means death, a trial that the timid cannot survive."

"What can we gain?" This was what the Undead were concerned about.

The ghostly woman smiled: "You will gain nothing."

Nothing at all? If failure meant death, then what’s the point in playing!

"I’ll try first!" An undead stepped forward. He was an old player from the era of Star Dragon Ridge, and among the Undead, he belonged to the first tier, a prominent player known as Moon Slash Blade.

His two friends seemed not to have logged on, and today, he was alone.

Obliged in excellent, form-fitting armor and draped in a black cape, the city’s breeze gently lifted Moon Slash Blade’s trailing black cape, revealing the longsword at his waist, making him resemble a victorious female general.

No one decreed that the Wizard-cursed with spells couldn’t use melee weapons; true gaming elites mixed it up.

After trying the Rune Messenger, Moon Slash Blade decisively chose the Wizard. In their trio, the Black Tortoise Shield was a Two-Headed People tank who took lines, and though the Dragon Scale Sword couldn’t use the Rune Messenger, the agility still made his attack speed faster.

"How do we start?" Moon Slash Blade looked at the pool: "Jump in?"

The ghostly woman smiled: "Please pay with points."

"Damn," someone swore out loud.

Even Moon Slash Blade almost lost his cool. You actually had to pay points to enter your non-saveable dream world; how fun could you possibly be?

Moon Slash Blade wasn’t short of points; after swiftly paying them, he closed his eyes under the direction of the ghostly woman.

The other Undead just saw Moon Slash Blade stand still.

...

After paying the points, Moon Slash Blade felt his eyelids growing heavy, a sign he was sleeping because of extreme drowsiness.

Playing a game in a dream, and still feeling sleepy enough to sleep?

His consciousness sank into a thick fog, and when he regained his senses, he found himself standing in a dark, lightless dense forest with a pool ahead. Sporadic pillars of moonlight fell through the gaps between trees, slanting into the pool.

"It’s you," Moon Slash Blade saw the woman in the pool, identical to the one who sang outside, probably the NPC guiding the instance.

The woman looked at him with a complex expression. She wasn’t the Selena outside, who had only fragmented memories. She possessed more comprehensive and clear memories, yet she still chose to cooperate with Lind and planned to follow Lind’s instructions to proceed with the process.

Lind had already shown her the possibility of regaining her freedom, though only a tiny fragment of memory was released, but as more and more were slowly released, she would eventually be able to walk freely outside someday.

"This is the Banshee’s dream," Selena said softly, her voice ending with a tantalizing sweet tone, not exactly Selena, but very close to the Selena with fragmented memories outside.

"You need to reach the altar at the mountaintop," she pointed towards a path upfront, "defeat the enemy there, and escape from here."

"Okay," Moon Slash Blade nodded.

Since he was already here, there was no need to ask what he could gain from this game, and he was curious about what experiences this instance could bring.

Moon Slash Blade only realized he was wearing just a tube top and shorts when he left the dense forest, all his equipment vanished.

"Where are my level? My skills? My equipment?"

He was back to being "useless," and didn’t even have a suitable weapon in hand.

Moonlight cast on the ground, outlining a shaky figure ahead, a withered and lean figure, walking unsteadily, arms weakly dragging a longsword.

Moon Slash Blade bent over, getting ready to slowly approach.

Just like how I learned fighting skills from games like "My Ring Takes No Loss," which can really be used in the real world with a broomstick pretending to be a Knight beating up a tattooed man, Moon Slash Blade learned more skills and knowledge in the game than "My Ring Takes No Loss."

They were among the earliest players to join Star Dragon, always a T1 team.

As elites in the game, they earned a significant amount of money during this period, not very hardcore, but enough to take off with the boss, like some NPC from Crying Town who couldn’t keep up with the progress. The bosses paid money, and the trio helped grind faction points and materials.

Just by playing the game during this time, the three of them made a tidy sum of money.

If they could really keep playing this game, maybe the three of them could achieve financial independence.

Drawing closer, he saw clearly that it was a mummy, walking dragging its heels, unable to exert force on the calf, with a dull-looking sword in hand.