Chapter 74

Cold.

All the nutrient solution slid away from around the body.

Opening his eyes.

The lizard person walked out of the incubation tank and looked at the mission displayed on the screen in front of him:

"1: Kill all humans entering the underground;"

"2: Clear the monsters and prepare to receive the escapees."

"Mission success: The soul returns to the ancestral land and continues to enter hibernation."

"Mission failure: Both body and soul are destroyed."

The lizard person glanced at the equipment storage not far away.

There was everything he needed.

Now.

It was time to complete the mission.

All the scenes flashed by.

Wu Xiaode felt a pain in his head and absorbed the lizard person's memories completely.

He saw the scenes of the lizard person killing many humans.

Even all the secrets in the entire underground passage could not be hidden from it.

"Ugh..."

He let out a soft sound to ease the pain of the memory wash.

The sound of a train speeding by echoed in his ears.

A train?

Wu Xiaode found himself transformed into the shape of a falcon, driving an underground train.

This was correct.

The fairy armor's "Mirror Archive Refresh Technique" could allow him to replace the soul of the dead and return to the moment of their death.

There were three key points:

Becoming the other,

Obtaining the memories,

Obtaining the skills.

Of these three points, the first and third could only take effect in this mirror.

Only the memories could be taken away.

"What are you?"

Wu Xiaode asked.

The shadow of the lizard person appeared beside him, looking at him with a puzzled expression.

It did not speak.

But Wu Xiaode had already learned everything through its memories.

Born to complete a mission.

If the mission fails—

Both body and soul are destroyed!

Wu Xiaode suddenly looked up at the lizard person's soul floating in mid-air.

He saw it floating in mid-air, gradually dispersing, turning into faint light points, and finally disappearing.

—It no longer existed.

The surrounding light flashed.

Wu Xiaode retreated from the mirror world and returned to the train's bathroom.

The wind outside the train was howling.

The faucet was still running, with water flowing out.

Wu Xiaode wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and fell into deep thought.

According to the lizard person's memories, there were seven or eight of its kind in this underground cave.

They had basically completed the first mission.

Now they were executing the second mission:

"Clear the monsters and prepare to receive the escapees."

Escapees... Who were they?

Wu Xiaode was a bit confused.

Even the lizard person only knew that it had to do this task but did not know who the escapees were.

This world was too deep.

Not only were there human civilizations with the same language and writing, but also the invasion of gods and demons from the heavens and the lizard people underground.

Everything was like a fog.

But—

What can I do now?

Wu Xiaode closed his eyes and thought for a moment.

The short life and memories of the lizard person flashed through his mind.

Those monsters from the heavens—

In the lizard person's understanding, humans could not defeat these monsters.

The strength difference was like the gap between heaven and earth.

There was no hope.

Wu Xiaode sighed silently.

Humans cannot defeat the monsters?

This is a big problem.

From now on, every midnight, he would have to come to this world.

It was only the second day, and he had already discovered how hopeless this world was.

Don't end up not even lasting seven days, that would be funny.

The wind blew through the gaps in the windows.

Wu Xiaode thought of the giant monster walking in the mountains, with a human upper body and spider legs.

Can humans defeat this monster?

He also thought of the black arm that reached into the underground cave and the dense tentacles.

With all his soul power, could he do anything to these monsters?

The S-class club members were the strongest tier of humans.

But—

Everyone would rather blow up the tunnel and block the exit than let those monsters come down.

Because everyone knew in their hearts that they could never be a match for those monsters.

Can't defeat them.

So we have been running all along!

"What can I do? Is there really no chance?"

Wu Xiaode muttered, lost in thought.

He suddenly saw his Book of the Dead.

Right.

The Book of the Dead was not a power that ordinary beings could master; it was a rare ability from the realm of death.

But it hasn't grown yet!

The Wall of Wishes can only accept one ancestral spirit mission from the spirit world each day.

The Wall of Sighs has been built, but the "Silent Mist" is still at level 0 and needs time to level up.

So—

Is there really no way?

This situation is no different from facing the Cyclops, right?

Wu Xiaode's expression darkened, and he suddenly slapped himself.

"Damn it, think! I escaped from the Death Pit, can't I think of a single solution now?"

He hit his head against the wall a few times.

As he hit, he suddenly stopped.

Wait.

Wait a moment...

This world is so dangerous, and the Cyclops is a despair-inducing demon god.

So—

Can't I do this?

Wu Xiaode lowered his head and thought through the situation several times, his eyes gradually brightening.

He patted his chest armor and said:

"After entering the Death Pit, who lived the longest?"

"Please find that hero, and then—"

"Add me!"

With a "whoosh," Wu Xiaode disappeared from the train car.

...

The ground here was soaked in a deep black blood, the surrounding walls were old and broken, and in the depths of the distant hall, there was a towering mountain of corpses.

—The Death Pit!

The surroundings were empty, with no one around.

Wu Xiaode gently landed.

The Book of the Dead quietly opened, revealing lines of icy small characters:

"You have released a spell."

"The 'Mirror Archive Refresh Technique' on the armor has been activated."

"You have entered the mirror world of a certain Death Pit again."

He looked down at his attire and found himself wearing a gray leather armor, with a quiver of arrows on his back and a bow in his hand.

His body was light and agile, as if he could dart out a long distance with just a slight movement.

This... which hero?

His head suddenly hurt.

A massive amount of information appeared in Wu Xiaode's memory.

It turned out that he was an elf ranger now!

According to arcane knowledge, elves are extremely skilled at evasion, and rangers are as agile as the wind.

No wonder this ranger wasn't immediately eaten.

—Because his evasion skills were truly outstanding!

From a distance, a heavy and grand voice came from the mountain of corpses:

"Ah... so it's an elf."

"You have a smell of trees, and eating you would be like chewing on wood, which is really not interesting."

The Cyclops.

It sat at the top of the mountain of corpses, looking at the elf ranger with disinterest.

It turned out that not only were elves skilled at evasion, but the Cyclops had no interest in them either!

Wu Xiaode became excited.

If so, let's do it!

He walked toward the mountain of corpses and said loudly:

"Legendary being, Cyclops, I have come here to talk to you about something."

"An ant dares to speak to me?" the Cyclops narrowed its eyes.

A deep red beam instantly swept over.

Wu Xiaode's body instantly turned into burning ashes.

He suddenly opened his eyes.

This was the speeding underground train, and he was still standing in the bathroom.

How embarrassing.

He was killed as soon as he said a word.

Wu Xiaode rubbed his temples.

The Cyclops can read minds.

He knew this the first time he met it.

So, in front of it, he must not think of anything else and should fully immerse himself in the current role.

Moreover.

The Cyclops has an extremely arrogant personality, and it immediately turned its face at the tone of his voice.

... Actually, it was his attitude that was wrong.

It must be the way he spoke.

When asking for help,

The attitude should be better.

After all, he wanted to obtain the power of the giants from it!

Wu Xiaode closed his eyes and thought for a moment, then shouted again: "Add me!"

Whoosh—

He disappeared from the train and reappeared in the Death Pit.

A heavy and grand voice came from the mountain of corpses:

"Ah... so it's an elf."

"You have a smell of trees, and eating you would be like chewing on wood, which is really not interesting."

Still the same words!

At the beginning, he couldn't directly speak, or it would mean "An ant dares to speak to me?"

Wu Xiaode felt in his pocket—

He had gotten some food from the captain earlier.

He still had a few chocolates, bread, and pastries.

Wu Xiaode laid out all the food and said loudly: "Great Cyclops, this is the tribute from our elf race. Please taste it!"

On the mountain of corpses, the Cyclops glanced at the food.

"You elves' tribute? I heard that every time you elves worship your ancestors and tree spirits, you offer enough delicacies to feed a human kingdom for a whole year, but why do I only see a few pieces of junk food?"

It said in a questioning tone.

"Junk food?" Wu Xiaode repeated.

"Yes—do you offer me just a little bit of this?" The Cyclops's tone was filled with anger.

"… We haven't been doing well recently," Wu Xiaode explained.

A deep red beam instantly swept over.

Wu Xiaode's body instantly turned into burning ashes.

The intense pain—

It was bone-chilling!

Wu Xiaode took a deep breath and opened his eyes.

This was the speeding underground train, and he was still standing in the bathroom.

The Book of the Dead fell, revealing two lines of icy small characters:

"2 soul points used."

"Remaining soul points: 6/11."

No way!

The first time he met it, he already knew that the Cyclops was a true foodie!

The current amount of food, regardless of taste, was not enough to fill its teeth!

It would definitely get angry.

"Food… not enough food…"

Wu Xiaode sighed.

He paused for a moment, then patted his armor and said: "Add me!"

Whoosh—

The surroundings flickered.

He reappeared in the mirror world of the Death Pit.

This time, before the Cyclops said anything, he immediately opened his mouth and said loudly:

"Don't attack, I'm here to help you."

"Scum." The Cyclops spat out two words.

A deep red beam swept over.

Boom!

Wu Xiaode burst into flames.

"Add me."

Whoosh—

Once again, Wu Xiaode appeared in the Death Pit.

He steadied himself, imitated the elf's manner, and bowed, saying:

"Most noble, great, and supreme Cyclops, I, this insignificant ant, have no right to speak to you, but I have come here to serve you."

On the mountain of corpses.

The Cyclops's voice, full of disdain, echoed from afar: "Ant, what do you want to do?"

It propped its chin with its hand, looking disdainful.

—But it didn't attack.

That's right!

The Cyclops cared about its dignity!

Wu Xiaode respectfully said: "Mythical king of kings, most revered giant, you have been here for too long. I have come to help you leave this place."

Yes!

The Cyclops was extremely tired of eating corpses.

But it didn't leave the Death Pit!

There must be a reason!

The Cyclops, whose expression couldn't be seen, said in a low voice: "You? Help me?"

"Yes, there are so many fresh meats and delicious beings outside, but you are eating corpses here, which is a great insult to you," Wu Xiaode said.

"Elves cannot do such things. Even if you are the most sacred elf, you cannot take me out. Are you trying to deceive me?" the Cyclops asked.

Wu Xiaode said: "No, I remember a race that can definitely do this, and I possess their treasure."

The Cyclops hesitated: "What race? Could it be…?"

"Yes, it's the fairies!" Wu Xiaode said.

"Do you really have their treasure?" the Cyclops asked.

"Absolutely correct." Wu Xiaode said.

I do have the fairies' treasure, which can bring me here countless times and allow me to leave.

He thought silently.

The Cyclops seemed to hear his thoughts, suddenly stood up from the mountain of corpses, and said: "Great, only the power of the fairies has a chance to free me from this prison…"

It stared at Wu Xiaode, and a bright light gradually appeared on its head.

These lights gathered together, forming a half-shining star.

Bang!

A loud noise.

The Book of the Dead opened, quickly revealing lines of icy small characters:

"You have earned the Cyclops's approval."

"This book has resonated with the Cyclops's soul and obtained a unique ability of the giants."

"Mind Reading."