As the title suggests.
In these seven days, Xie Yang, who had somehow obtained a promise from that Prophet lady, happily helped Cheng Shi clear an A-Level weapon dungeon.
Actually, Cheng Shi hadn't planned on getting a weapon; what he wanted were a few gold pocket watches.
But Xie Yang felt that the value of the gold watches couldn't even compare to a Old Prosperity potion bottle, so he insisted on getting him a weapon.
Seeing how stubborn the other party was, as if unafraid of death, Cheng Shi compromised and casually mentioned a Mage weapon, asking him to clear it for him.
When Xie Yang learned that Cheng Shi needed a Mage weapon, he was stunned for a long Time.
"So you're a Mage?"
"Don't I look like one?"
"I always thought you were an Assassin, very good at hiding yourself."
"..."
Fortunately, Xie Yang didn't die in the dungeon, but he was seriously injured.
Cheng Shi earnestly advised Xie Yang to ask for that bottle of Old Prosperity back, but unexpectedly, Xie Yang flatly refused his suggestion and instead bought another bottle on credit.
In the end, he did get the weapon, but another bottle of potion was lost.
"I wish you find love soon." Cheng Shi's expression was complicated.
"Thank you."
Xie Yang was genuinely grateful.
Cheng Shi was genuinely disgusted.
If it weren't for the fact that you can chat with me, I wouldn't care about your damn love life.
But this is also good; at least there's entertainment to watch.
In this world, relaxing your mind and body is the most important thing.
Time passed in a flash, and when he opened his eyes again, new Trial information had already appeared before him.
Cheng Shi hadn't run a dungeon for a week and had maintained his competitive state well.
[Special Trial (Eternal Night's Maze [memory]) has started]
[Matching teammates (1/6)]
[Trial Objective: In the intertwined memory, there is always a way out, but the premise is that the night has not dissipated (Time limit: 12 hours)]
"Damn!"
Cheng Shi froze for a moment, then cursed loudly.
It's actually a Trial from the opposing faction, isn't this just asking me to die?
[Matching successful (6/6), entering Trial]
In Cheng Shi's extreme shock, his vision darkened once again.
...
"Sir? Sir?"
In his ears were the boisterous sounds of conversation, interspersed with the clinking of glasses and sounds of revelry.
Is this in... a tavern?
Cheng Shi opened his eyes and found himself sitting at a round table.
There were six people at the table in total, all asleep, sprawled on the table.
He was the first one to wake up.
He looked at his clothes; the collar and front were completely wet.
Luckily, it wasn't vomit.
It was probably spilled wine when he was sleeping; his whole body smelled of alcohol.
"Sir, shall we continue serving the wine you ordered?"
A waiter in black stood nearby, holding a tray and quietly waiting for Cheng Shi's instructions.
Still serve?
They're all this drunk, what's the point of serving more?
Is it for a bath?
"No need, thank you." Cheng Shi shook his head, watched the waiter bow and withdraw, and his teammates in front of him also started waking up one after another.
"Where is this? A tavern?"
"Ugh, my head hurts..."
"Oh no, my clothes are dirty!"
"Chenilla Sheep's Blood Wine, the favorite of the Blizzard Nomads.
In the mid-civilization era, south of the Blizzard Mountains, there was a small country called Bilius where this wine was popular."
"Gulp gulp gulp, ah, good wine!"
"..."
Looking at his teammates who reacted differently, Cheng Shi's expression was a little grim.
Three men and three women, this game clearly has slackers.
"Da Lao?" The bespectacled young man who spoke first began to quickly survey his surroundings, his gaze lingering on Cheng Shi and the woman who had spoken about the tavern's origin for a moment, then asked the latter.
"Fang Shiqing, [Civilization], Singer, Ladder 2047.
Good morning, everyone."
This Singer of [Civilization] somehow produced a white handkerchief and elegantly wiped the wine-stained white shirt and black necktie.
Then, she slightly adjusted her glasses and nodded in greeting to everyone.
Cheng Shi quickly did a facial profile of her: long curly hair, black round-rimmed glasses, delicate features, and... she looked like a Teacher.
And an English Teacher.
Fang Shiqing, [Civilization], Singer, Ladder 2047
The bespectacled young man sitting to her right slightly opened his Mouth, showing a look of great shock.
"A 2000-point game?"
Seeing everyone looking at him, he hurriedly introduced himself, "A Ming, Ming as in 'remember', [Civilization], Assassin, Ladder 1717."
As soon as the young man finished speaking, Cheng Shi frowned.
This person was lying.
He didn't know if he had concealed his Fate or fabricated his score, but his profession was hard to fake and there was no need to fake it.
But judging by his panicked appearance, he didn't seem like an Assassin.
Assassins are usually more... capable?
Cheng Shi suddenly thought of Song Yawen.
Forget it, maybe the Assassin community is currently into contrasts.
A Ming, [Civilization], Assassin, Ladder 1717
"Hey, big bro?"
While he was thinking, the young man called out to Cheng Shi.
Cheng Shi was slightly startled and realized that the speaking order had somehow become reversed, and the young man happened to be sitting to his left.
It's my turn so quickly?
Cheng Shi slightly adjusted his expression and introduced himself cheerfully and brightly:
"Cheng Shi, [existence], Priest, Ladder 1501."
The moment he finished speaking, he saw a certain lady across from him slightly frown.
Oh?
This is getting interesting.
"1500?"
A Ming's eyes widened even more.
He looked at Fang Shiqing, then at Cheng Shi, and said, even more shocked, "Another 500-point difference?"
"Again?" Cheng Shi smiled.
"Last week's Trial also had a 500-point difference.
It was very tricky, very deadly."
"But you still survived, didn't you?"
A Ming forced a smile and said pessimistically, "Just luck."
The introductions continued, and it was the turn of the uncle to Cheng Shi's right, who had been rubbing his head.
This uncle had messy long hair, wore a fur-collared jacket in the hot weather, and looked a bit decadent.
"Huang Bo, [chaos], Singer, 1998."
[chaos]!
The opposing Fate to [Civilization]!
This will be interesting to watch.
Cheng Shi smiled as he observed Fang Shiqing and A Ming's expressions, but saw that the two merely glanced at the uncle without any special reaction.
In contrast, Huang Bo kept rubbing his scalp with his fingers in his hair, not even lifting his eyes, seemingly not caring at all that there was an enemy among his teammates.
Huang Bo, [chaos], Singer, 1998
"Another 2000-point player?"
"Another Singer?" The female Player opposite Cheng Shi exclaimed, then quickly covered her Mouth.
This person was precisely the girl who had frowned earlier when she heard Cheng Shi's Fate.
"What, is today a singing competition?" Another female Player, still pouring wine, tilted her head, propped her elbow on the table, shaking the wine bottle, quickly ran her tongue around her lips, and said with a charming smile:
"Bailing, you can also call me Niaoniao.
[sinking], Hunter.
I won't mention my Ladder score since it's too low.
Whatever the good brothers and sisters say, I'll just listen."
Saying this, she gulped down two more mouthfuls of wine, not caring at all that the spilled wine again soaked her clothes, drenching her low-cut black silk dress, making it cling to her chest and outlining two curves that made one's blood surge.
"What I'm best at is listening~"
[corruption].
Cheng Shi didn't even need to look; he could tell by the smell that this young lady wearing a collar was a [corruption] Hunter, a sensory tracker.
They are skilled at indulging their own desires and leading their prey to follow suit, playing on the prey's nerves, tormenting the prey's state of mind, causing the other party to lose themselves in indulgence and lose resistance in sinking.
The young lady looked like a master of physical sinking, but Cheng Shi found that she actually wasn't lying, which meant her path to godhood score was indeed very low.
A low score, yet she could be matched into his game.
She had some skill.
Bailing, [sinking], Hunter, X
Assassin A Ming looked somewhat reserved seeing her posture and expression.
Uncle Huang Bo kept scratching his head.
Fang Shiqing observed with interest, while the last female Player beside her had a look of disgust flash across her face.
Cheng Shi looked thoughtfully at the last female Player.
The young girl had delicate features and also wore glasses.
She seemed poised and confident, but she specifically avoided Cheng Shi's gaze.
"Xu Lu, [nothingness], Singer, Ladder 1643."
"?"
As soon as the girl's Klip Girl voice came out, Cheng Shi first shivered, then quickly looked at Bailing, trying to hide the corner of his Mouth that he couldn't control.
See?
Isn't this a coincidence?
The only Prophet on the field, and he even knows her.
There's a high probability she's that Klip Girl that Xie the simp couldn't get.
Tsk tsk, a follower of [Fate], huh?
Sorry, my identity in this game is a follower of [Time].
In other words, I'm the wolf!
Xu Lu, [nothingness], Singer, Ladder 1643
Cheng Shi really wanted to laugh, but didn't dare to expose himself too much.
He knew Xu Lu was definitely observing him too, but she was probably still wondering if this Cheng Shi was the "neighbor" she knew.
Xu Lu was indeed observing Cheng Shi.
While pretending to casually glance at him, she was recalling in her mind everything Xie Yang had told her about Cheng Shi.
"There's a Mage named Cheng Shi on the rooftop of the building next door.
He looks very ordinary, a bit fat, clearly a complete shut-in.
He begged me for a long Time to help him out.
Seeing how pathetic he was, I just casually ran an A-Level weapon dungeon and got him a weapon."
"Don't let his ordinary appearance fool you; this guy is quite loyal and knows how to be grateful.
He gave me a bottle of A-Level healing potion..."
"He didn't get that from a dungeon drop; he must have picked it up in a Trial.
Anyway, it's definitely worth less than the weapon I gave him."
"My score is high, and I have many methods, so keeping it is useless.
Here, you take it to save your life.
This potion is just average... well, it's okay, I guess.
No need to thank me."
Clearly, this Cheng Shi across from her was quite different from the Cheng Shi described by Xie Yang.
At least, this Cheng Shi wasn't ugly; not only was he not ugly, he was even a little handsome.
Also, he was a Priest.
That didn't match up with a Mage either.
As everyone knows, one's profession is the hardest thing to fake.
So, maybe they just have the same name?
She just didn't know if he believed in [memory], or the opposing... [Time].
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