Chapter 1785
by 林方方Chapter 1785 Shooting Game
The next moment, the lights above the dungeon lit up simultaneously, pale light illuminating the entire open space, as human-shaped targets sprang up from the ground, moving rapidly around the dungeon.
Code flashed across Lin Qiye’s palm, and a black handgun materialized out of thin air.
“Objective: Shoot down nineteen targets within thirty seconds.
Note: If not completed within the specified time limit, this lock will automatically lock for five minutes and cannot be opened in any form.”
When Lin Qiye saw this prompt panel, his mouth twitched slightly, and his heart sank to the bottom… At this moment, he seriously suspected that Guan Zai did this deliberately, designing this level specifically to make things difficult for him, thereby increasing the game difficulty for the entire team!
“It’s fine, just hitting nineteen targets is like an easy difficulty mini-game,” Youlilongbai in the dungeon also saw this panel and breathed a sigh of relief.
But when he saw Lin Qiye’s ashen face, he suddenly felt that things might not be so simple…
After hesitating for a moment, he tentatively asked:
“Brother Qiye… you can hit them, right?”
Lin Qiye opened his mouth, about to say something, when a crisp bell sound rang from above the open space, officially starting the countdown.
Lin Qiye had no time to think about anything else. He immediately raised his gun and fired continuously at the rapidly moving targets. Dazzling flashes of fire erupted from the muzzle in succession, and gunshots echoed throughout the empty underground space.
Eleven bullets, fifteen seconds,
One target fell to the ground.
Lin Qiye: …
Youlilongbai: …
Looking at the remaining eighteen targets, Lin Qiye wanted nothing more than to crush the gun under his foot, then draw his sword and cut them all down!
Wasn’t this just making things difficult?
Time ticked away second by second. In the remaining dozen or so seconds, hitting eighteen targets was simply impossible for Lin Qiye, unless a miracle happened… and miracles were not present here.
Youlilongbai’s expression gradually changed from initial shock to anxiety.
If the unlocking game was judged a failure, he couldn’t be rescued from the dungeon, and the five-minute forced lockdown would be enough for him to die on the spot again due to the [Support] judgment.
Finally, he gritted his teeth and swiped through the virtual item panel.
The next moment, a silver-white handgun materialized in his palm.
He pushed this gun through the fence gap, threw it to the ground, and then shouted, “Brother Qiye! Use this gun!”
Hearing his voice, Lin Qiye immediately picked up the silver-white gun from the ground and, without thinking, pulled the trigger repeatedly at the remaining eighteen rapidly moving targets!
Bang bang bang…
Within just ten seconds, Lin Qiye had fired eighteen times,
And all eighteen targets that had been moving around the field were now hit and fallen…
As the success prompt appeared, the giant lock on Youlilongbai’s cell dropped to the ground. Lin Qiye stared at the scene before him, his eyes filled with shock.
He looked down at his palm, and a panel emerged from the surface of the silver-white gun:
“B-class item: [Silver White Gun], a self-aware handgun that doesn’t require anyone to aim, capable of shooting any target within eight hundred meters on its own. A blessing for all those with poor hand-eye coordination.”
“You can bring items from other games in here too?” Lin Qiye asked in surprise.
“Of course… though I usually don’t do this when playing Uncle Guan’s games,” Youlilongbai smiled sheepishly.
“Whether in the game world or the real world, everything operates based on a series of complex rules. Playing games is essentially about understanding rules, adapting to rules, utilizing rules, and mastering rules…
My ability is special; I can bring the rules of one game world into any other world. But when I do that, it becomes a contest between different rule sets, no longer just ‘playing a game,’ but more like… cheating?”
“Using game world rules in the real world does seem like cheating…” Lin Qiye paused, looking into his eyes before continuing slowly,
“But isn’t a contest between different rule sets just another, bigger game?”
Hearing these words, Youlilongbai froze.
“A bigger game…”
He murmured these words, lost in thought.
“We don’t have much time, we need to get back to the venue quickly!” Lin Qiye looked at the time and said gravely.
Youlilongbai nodded and followed behind Lin Qiye.
Just then, his gaze swept across the edge of the underground space, and he let out a soft exclamation, stopping in his tracks.
“What’s wrong?” Lin Qiye asked.
“There’s something there.”
Youlilongbai looked at the large amount of discarded equipment and scattered broken bottles and jars, his eyes lighting up as he quickly walked over to them and began searching carefully.
“But this song is about to end, and if we don’t get back in time for the [Photo] and [Support], both of us will be locked up.”
“An underground dungeon beneath a concert, along with all these random items—don’t you find it strange?” Youlilongbai said seriously.
“You mean… this place isn’t as simple as it seems?” Lin Qiye raised an eyebrow. “But isn’t this just a game? Our goal is to defeat Ai Meimei. Will exploring these things help?”
“Brother Qiye, you haven’t played enough games. In game maps, events completely unrelated to the main quest are rare. These things being here means they must serve a purpose… perhaps we might find the key to completing the game.”
Lin Qiye checked the time, seemingly wanting to say something more, but after hesitating briefly, he walked directly to Youlilongbai’s side:
“I understand. Leave this to me, you hurry back to the venue.”
Youlilongbai was startled, “Me, alone?”
“We can’t both be left behind. You’re best at playing games, so even if I miss the [Photo] and get locked up, you can come back to rescue me. But if you get locked up… I can’t guarantee I’ll pass the unlocking game next time.”
Lin Qiye waved at Youlilongbai, gesturing for him to leave quickly.
“Don’t worry, I may not be good at games, but I’m decent at organizing clues and deduction.”
Seeing this, Youlilongbai said no more. He nodded firmly and rushed toward the venue.
Lin Qiye watched Youlilongbai’s continuously decreasing health bar above his head, sighed helplessly, and began carefully searching through the pile of discarded items.
Moments later, he pulled out a stack of yellowed scraps of paper from the bottom of a collapsed metal cabinet. Judging from the torn edges, they appeared to have been forcibly ripped apart.
Lin Qiye narrowed his eyes, spread these scraps across the floor, and quickly began reconstructing them through the causal threads connecting them.
About half a minute later, a document full of cracks was laid out before Lin Qiye. In the upper right corner of the document was a front-facing photo of a young girl who looked very similar to Ai Meimei.
Lin Qiye’s gaze swept across the document, his expression gradually becoming solemn.
After pondering for a moment, he looked up at the void above his head and murmured, as if speaking to someone:
“Artificial god… you… did this on purpose?”