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Chapter 174 The Lost City
Chatted with the bar owner for a while.

Zhou Ze finally confirmed that the common currency in this city is really cigarettes!
In this lost city that is deep in the unknown world, without the guarantee of the country, banknotes have become piles of useless waste paper, and the value of precious metals has been greatly reduced. Only practical consumables are hard currency!

In this dark, depressing and hopeless city, most people can only choose to numb themselves with tobacco and alcohol.

Cigarettes that are easy to carry have naturally become recognized as hard currency.

"If only this city fell into the unknown world, what did they eat in the past five years? Even if some of the canned food in the city has been eaten for such a long time, it should have been eaten long ago. Can the unknown world be cultivated?"

New doubts arose in Zhou Ze's heart.

Although the faces of these alcoholics in the tavern are pale and depressed, there are not many people who are malnourished due to hunger. They obviously have a stable source of food.

In addition, the tavern owner mentioned a ruthless character named 'Smiley Face', who is said to be the gang leader of this lost city.

Since the city of Azka fell into the unknown world, this group of gang organizations has completely controlled the city by means of violence. As the boss of the gang, the smiling face has almost as much power as the ancient king, and anyone's life or death is entirely up to him. thing.

In addition to the smiling gangsters, there is another force in the city on the other side of the river...a group of cultists who worship the past!
These are the two forces of the Lost City.

Bandits and lunatics.

If you insist on which force is stronger.

Let's say that.

The soft ones are afraid of the hard ones, the hard ones are afraid of the violent ones, the horizontal ones are afraid of the desperate ones, and the desperate ones are afraid of the crazy ones.

Even a desperado who licks blood with the tip of a knife is afraid of a real lunatic.

According to the tavern owner, if you accidentally fall into the hands of those cultists, the end will not be as simple as death. Even the toughest guy can be tortured to the point of begging for mercy through inhumane rituals.

"It's just the bandits. I guess I need to investigate that cult. At least I need to know who is the old ruler they worship, and who is the leader? Could it be related to Amishus?"

Even if there is, it is unlikely that Amishus will still stay in that cult.

It has abandoned the blood sacrifice and fled ahead of time in "The Sacrifice of Cthulhu", which is equivalent to abandoning the Cthulhu camp.

Of course, it does not rule out that the cult in the Lost City worships the old rulers other than Cthulhu.

But in this way, if Amytheus was involved in the Cthulhu camp and other believers of the old rulers, things would become interesting. Is this guy playing Infernal Affairs?Credibility plummeted.

Zhou Ze didn't intend to continue guessing wildly until he got conclusive information.

After obtaining sufficient information from the bar owner, he tried to talk to other people in the bar, but most of them were too lazy to talk to him, and even if there were a few who were willing to communicate, they just repeated some useless nonsense.

Only the middle-aged man throwing darts in the corner triggers side quests.

This weird guy with gray hair, probably about 50 years old, was completely immersed in his own darts game. When he saw Cleese coming over, his face almost showed excitement.

"Hey, want to play a game of darts? It's not every day that you get a chance to challenge for the world championship."

The conversation unfolds.

[Option ①: Who are you?world champion? 】

[Option ②: Oh, is there a prize for winning the challenge? 】

[Option ③: Not interested, goodbye. 】

"Sub-plot? Looks like it's a prize."

Zhou Ze smiled, and chose the second option without hesitation.

The weird middle-aged man squeezed the dart and chuckled, "Prize? Nothing can be as exciting as a game of darts. Tobacco? It's just rubbish! Hold the handle of the dart in your hand and feel the sharp... stab The feeling of breaking a dart board is a priceless treasure..."

Kress repeated: "So what? What's the prize? Cigarettes?"

"What a boring guy."

The weird middle-aged man shrugged contemptuously: "You want cigarettes? I don't have that thing, but if you can beat me, beat the world champion, you can get something you can't even imagine...a holy weapon! Do you understand the sacred artifact? It belongs to me exclusively!"

A sacred weapon that belongs exclusively to him?
Isn't this guy short-tempered?

But the game did not give Zhou Ze the option to confirm the authenticity, he could only choose to accept the challenge or give up the challenge.

Let the protagonist challenge, and there is no penalty for losing anyway.

The rules of the dart throwing game are very simple, that is, throw three darts at the same distance, and the more rings you hit, you will win.

In order to make the game more difficult, the two retreated to the other end of the bar and threw at the dart board less than half a meter wide from a distance of nearly 20 meters. It was so difficult that no one could do it.

Not to mention hitting the bull's-eye, ordinary people might not even be able to throw a dart.

It is enough to show that the breakthroughs of the residents of the Lost City are beyond the reach of ordinary people. Not one or two, but all of them have unknowingly become existences beyond ordinary people.

It only took a short 1 minute from the start to the end of the game.

The main character fails.

The weird middle-aged man is worthy of his self-proclaimed world champion, and all three shots hit the tenth ring.

The three darts thrown by the protagonist only managed to hit the target, and the total amount of darts was less than ten rings. The gap was so large that it was almost impossible to win.

After winning the crushing victory, the middle-aged man clenched his dart fist and waved it vigorously, looking very happy. He even kissed the dart in his hand, almost morbidly excited.

"Another challenger has been defeated. Do you like the taste of my steel dart? Do you like it? Huh?"

The middle-aged man held up the steel dart excitedly: "Did you see it? This is my exclusive sacred weapon! The world champion steel dart with perfect accuracy! If you can beat me, this steel dart will be yours."

"..."

Zhou Ze in front of the screen was speechless.

If the middle-aged man hadn't been talking nonsense and his steel dart was really a holy weapon that could always hit the mark, then would this dart game be a waste?

If you want to win the steel dart, you must win, but the opponent has a steel dart that is invincible and invincible, good guy, an endless loop.

"So, a steel dart holy weapon that is always accurate is of no use? Do you still need to throw steel darts to kill the enemy in battle? Forget it, no more, I don't care about this kind of scummy holy weapon."

Knowing that he couldn't win, Zhou Ze simply gave up talking nonsense with this darts fanatic.

Since the rewards for this sideline are optional, it's better to wait until you think of a way to win this guy in the future, and then challenge it, rather than staying here to waste time.

Manipulate the protagonist to get out of the bar.

Outside the bar is a relatively empty square, which is exactly the same as the scene in the dream.

There is a hazy mist floating in the air, and the sky is so dark that it is easy to mistake it for night, but it is actually daytime... maybe?
There is no distinction between day and night in the lost city, and the dome will always only have the dim light provided by the colorful unknown planets. When the clouds are dense, even the only light will become faint.

Zhou Ze noticed it as early as in the previous dream scene.

In the center of the square, there is a strange idol made of straw and wood.

This poorly made statue is about ten meters high.

The bottom is a sculptural stone chassis. From the fragments on the ground, it can be vaguely seen that this was the remains of a statue of a great man who was overthrown, but now it has been forcibly changed into a giant statue of Cthulhu by someone.

"It's Cthulhu again. This guy's followers are really everywhere. He's obviously not the strongest, but his mental pollution ability is inexplicably strong?"

Zhou Ze clicked his tongue: "These cultists are really stupid. What do they believe in? Didn't they get knocked over by me with a toilet plug?"

Mr. Ke, the unlucky guy, has been forced into a weak sleep by him and Hastur, and he can't recover his strength for hundreds of years.

But His followers still haven’t changed their faith, and they seem to be unwilling to abandon or give up.

(End of this chapter)