Chapter 1784
by 林方方Chapter 1784 Doomsday
Inside the gymnasium.
Lin Qiye looked at the edge of the panel, at the second portrait that had turned gray, and let out a long sigh.
As he had guessed, Youlilang Bai, who was trapped in the dungeon, couldn’t possibly witness the support action at the scene, so naturally couldn’t survive the judgment of Skill 6…
Now, not only were two of the three people in a death state, but Youlilang Bai’s body was still in the dungeon. Even if he revived, he would still be trapped in the dungeon, and when the next [True Love Support] came, he would die again, creating an infinite loop.
“My skill…” Lin Qiye’s gaze swept over his skill panel, deep in thought.
Like Shen Qingzhu, he had brought very few skills into the game. Apart from some regular combat techniques, he only brought in two abilities related to cause and effect. One was to forcibly implant causality by creating wounds, controlling a target for five minutes, and the other…
Lin Qiye scanned his surroundings, and saw a causality thread extending from where Youlilang Bai had disappeared, stretching all the way to the depths below ground.
“So that’s where he is.” Lin Qiye quickly locked onto Youlilang Bai’s position.
Two shadowy figures rushed out from the crowd, heading straight for Lin Qiye at the edge of the venue. The remaining two security guards were quite troublesome, and one of them could cause real damage. At this critical moment, Lin Qiye didn’t plan to confront them directly – everything would wait until Shen Qingzhu revived.
He kept moving along the edge of the stadium, maneuvering around the two security guards. Before long, a grayed-out portrait lit up again.
Gray wings spread from the stage, and a figure quickly soared across the sky, landing near Lin Qiye.
“Bai died? What happened?” Shen Qingzhu’s form was restored, his health bar returned to full, and he asked in a deep voice.
Lin Qiye recounted what had happened, then said:
“The two security guards behind are yours to handle. I’ll go rescue Bai first. Be careful.”
“Got it.” Shen Qingzhu flapped his wings and flew off with a whoosh.
With Shen Qingzhu as backup, Lin Qiye felt much more at ease. After all, if something happened to him, with Shen Qingzhu around, the game could still continue.
He followed the causality thread in the air, heading toward the other side of the stadium, moving farther and farther from the main venue.
Seeing Lin Qiye going off alone, the remaining bald guard and the assassin guard split up, intending to pursue separately. Just then, a pair of gray wings blocked their path.
Without a word, Shen Qingzhu compressed the air under his gray wings, then suddenly flapped them. A fierce wind swept up from the ground, sending both security guards flying into the air above the venue!
Shen Qingzhu had learned his lesson this time, knowing the risk of fighting in the crowd was too great. He simply lifted the enemies into the sky, so the aftermath of the battle wouldn’t easily affect the audience, and he could truly fight without holding back.
As the two security guards were blown upward, Shen Qingzhu flapped his wings and flew up above the venue, watching the stadium shrink beneath his feet.
Just as Shen Qingzhu was about to attack, his peripheral vision caught something beyond the massive stadium.
His wings suddenly froze.
Outside this lively and magnificent stadium, gray-white city ruins stretched all the way to the horizon. Rolling thick smoke drifted from various parts of the ruins, and countless missile explosion scars covered the ground.
Dense wreckage of fighter jets and tanks filled the area outside the stadium, and among them, one could vaguely see grim skeletons scattered about. The scene before him looked exactly like a post-apocalyptic landscape after a world war.
“You love me~ I love you~ iMi will never give up~~”
The energetic song echoed from inside the stadium, resonating through every corner of this dead city, with frenzied cheers reaching the clouds.
Inside the stadium, the crowd roared; outside, corpses lay everywhere.
Shen Qingzhu’s brows furrowed tightly.
“What kind of twisted world is this…”
…
Indoor stadium.
Lin Qiye checked the time and quickened his pace even more. He still couldn’t fully understand Ai Meimei’s skills, but the last time she used Skill 2 [Group Photo] and Skill 6 [Support], it was during the interval after finishing a song.
That meant if he couldn’t find Youlilang Bai and bring him back to the main venue before this song ended, they would both be locked in the black room at the same time.
At that point, they would have to rely on Shen Qingzhu alone to save both of them… the risk was too great.
Following the causality thread, Lin Qiye arrived at a security door, pushed it, but it didn’t budge at all.
Locked?
Lin Qiye frowned, then simply punched the security door, distorting and deforming it until it collapsed with a crash.
A dark staircase leading underground appeared in his vision.
Lin Qiye didn’t hesitate and quickly moved downward. As the surrounding light gradually dimmed, a spacious open area appeared before him.
“Brother Qiye?”
From the end of the darkness, Youlilang Bai’s voice came through.
Hearing this voice, Lin Qiye knew he had reached the right place – this must be where the dungeon was located.
Just as he was about to step forward to find Youlilang Bai, his peripheral vision swept the surroundings, causing his footsteps to pause slightly as confusion appeared in his eyes.
In the dim light, dust-covered instruments were piled in the corners of this underground space, as if abandoned for a long time. Messy metal cabinets lay toppled to the side, empty bottles and jars shattered on the ground, resembling the remains of a vintage laboratory.
Though puzzled, Lin Qiye knew this wasn’t the time to waste on these things. He needed to rescue Youlilang Bai as quickly as possible.
He walked quickly to the iron fence, and through the gaps between the bars, he could see Youlilang Bai standing inside, his eyes full of joy.
“Bai, I’ll get you out right away.” Lin Qiye’s gaze fell on the center of the iron fence, where a strangely shaped giant lock faced outward, looking like a vintage slot machine.
Time was pressing, and Lin Qiye didn’t care what kind of lock it was. He punched it hard but couldn’t budge it at all.
“Brother Qiye, this prison door can’t be opened by force. There must be some special mechanism,” Youlilang Bai reminded him.
Seeing this, Lin Qiye could only squat down and examine the giant lock carefully. As his fingertip lightly touched the lock, it suddenly lit up, and three rollers began spinning simultaneously, with dense patterns flashing past.
“What is this thing? A lottery?” Lin Qiye frowned as he spoke.
As if to answer his question, a panel floated out from the lock:
“Complete the designated game to rescue the hostage imprisoned in the dungeon.”
Lin Qiye: ???
Why do I need to complete a designated game just to rescue someone? Isn’t this purely delaying time?
Although Lin Qiye was extremely unwilling, rules were rules. He stared at the three constantly changing rollers, hoping it wouldn’t be a particularly difficult game…
Finally, all three rollers stopped on the same pattern – a black handgun.
The moment he saw this gun, Lin Qiye suddenly had an ominous premonition.