Chapter 1 Triggering the Mission?

Li Ang frowned, carefully read the mission briefing, and immediately went to the bedroom to open the player forum on his computer.

Seeing Li Ang's hurried appearance, Miss Chai floated out and asked curiously, "What's wrong? Did you get a mission?"

"Yeah."

Li Ang sat at the computer desk, casually explaining the mission briefing to Miss Chai, refreshing the forum page, quickly scrolling down.

Sure enough, in a very short period of time, the forum refreshed with a large number of posts related to "Sheng Nan Wang."

The players who received the mission information were eagerly discussing.

And the players who did not receive the mission also learned about this urban legend through other people's popular science—these people quickly posted on the forum,

claiming that when they saw the information about Sheng Nan Wang, they heard the belated mission briefing from the Killing Game system.

In other words, this regular mission was not available for a limited time.

As long as one actively came into contact with the urban legend of Sheng Nan Wang within five hours before the mission started, they could trigger the "Sheng Nan Yi Meng" mission.

This kind of mission release form that could spread widely like a meme was the first time it appeared,

and immediately aroused enthusiastic discussions among all players.

For a time, related posts directly flooded the forum page.

"This mission description is very interesting."

Li Ang propped his chin with one hand and scrolled the mouse wheel with the other, saying, "The mission scenario is in a man-made, fictitious dream where the urban legend exists.

All players who choose to accept the mission will enter it at the same time.

According to the setting that 'players can earn rewards by solving abnormal events,'

players are likely to be teleported to different locations. At the same time, in Sheng Nan Wang's dream, there will definitely be a large number of abnormal phenomena."

"Teleporting to different locations is to prevent players from teaming up, right?"

Miss Chai, floating to the side, put her hands behind her back, bent over, and looked at the computer screen with Li Ang, "Especially for large secret organizations like the Special Affairs Bureau,

they can easily form a strategy team of hundreds of powerful players,

and walk sideways in the entire instance."

"Yeah."

Li Ang nodded. "The Special Affairs Bureau has a profound foundation. If they can enter in formation, other lone wolf players won't have a chance.

The Killing Game shouldn't leave such loopholes."

"As for the Sheng Nan Wang dream that carries many kinds of abnormal events..."

Miss Chai frowned, "Can a man-made urban legend character also have dreams?"

"Who knows?"

Li Ang shook his head. "According to some occult books, the more people who tell a story, the truer the story becomes.

Nian Li (psychic power), the power of faith, may essentially be the same thing.

Those gods who have been forgotten are not because no one believes in them anymore, and they have fallen and disappeared?"

"Hmm...

Are you saying that Sheng Nan Wang is going to become a god? Like that reindeer before?"

Chai Cu翘 blinked her eyes and suddenly thought of something. "By the way, in the fairy tale world, Aisha collected the power of faith from all over the Rune Kingdom through the church, right?

If the essence of Sheng Nan Wang's power is really the power of faith, maybe we can fleece his wool..."

"Are you saying, use Aisha's set of rituals to collect the power of faith in the dream?"

Li Ang chuckled. "It's not that simple. Even if there are U.S. dollars in the bank vault, you can't just take them out and spend them directly after robbing them.

The power of faith also has attributes, and the power of faith with different attributes cannot coexist at all.

What I have now is the divine imprint of the God of the Swamp.

Even if I combine it with the ritual of drawing faith, I can only collect the power of faith from my own believers."

"Eh..."

Chai Cu翘 sighed with some disappointment. "I was still hoping that you would become a god soon and give me a saintess position."

"Becoming a god will be eroded by the godhood and gradually lose your own sanity, okay? Are you hoping I die?"

Li Ang rolled his eyes and flicked Miss Chai's forehead with a hand knife. "And what can you do with a saintess position?

Eat, sleep, sleep, eat, wake up and play video games, watch videos.

If the Chi Mei (a type of ghost) didn't stay thin, you would have turned into a tank long ago!

You can't even be relied on to attract believers by acting cute."

"Humph! I'm also very useful, okay?!"

Chai Cu翘 protested, "Anything leftover at home, just give it to me! I'll solve it easily!

And in the summer, I can be a silk ice pillow,

In winter, I can pour some hot water into my stomach and be a hand warmer."

Pa pa,

Li Ang did not hesitate to flick two more hand knives. He got angry when he mentioned this.

One day, Miss Chai didn't know what she saw on the Internet and fantasized about being a warm bed maid,

Because the Qing E armor felt cold, she poured a bunch of warm water into her stomach (the things the Qing E armor eats will exist in her stomach, and eventually grind into a dry powder first.

She secretly climbed onto the bed in the bedroom in the middle of the night and lifted Li Ang's quilt,

However, maybe because she poured too much warm water,

Before she could start the "warm bed maid plan," she "wah"ed and vomited the clear water and the mushy snacks she ate at night,

The scene was quite chaotic.

Ugh... In the end, she was punished to wash the sheets and duvet covers all night, and her snack portion was also drastically reduced for the next few days.

Chai Cu翘, who was chopped on the head by Li Ang, covered her head and stuck out her tongue to act cute,

However, Li Ang's gaze was still on the post page.

"Players can hurt each other, but killing will not get rewards.

This also means that although players will be teleported to different locations, they can still meet each other.

Maybe, I might meet some acquaintances..."