Cthulhu Corrosion: Another World Rescue Plan

Hearing the name of Mont Blanc chestnut cake, this man who had always been taciturn and presented himself as a tough guy suddenly had red eyes.

"Give me a piece." He said hoarsely.

The cat at the front desk of Wushanju didn't understand why, but still brought him a piece of chestnut cake and presented him with a glass of orange-scented mulled wine as a thank you for the last time Scar Uncle went out to catch the thief at night.

Scar Uncle chose a seat in the corner, eating and drinking quietly, tears silently sliding down from the corners of his eyes.

The cat at the front desk of Wushanju hid behind the counter and secretly observed, always feeling that the way Scar Uncle took a bite of cake and a sip of wine was very similar to the way Uncle Wolf, who had lived too long, drank to drown his sorrows and reminisced about his past friends.

The helplessness of life is nothing more than the hero's twilight years, the beauty's gray hair, the loss of talent, and the short life of a beautiful woman... If three of these things are concentrated on one person, it can often create a classic.

In the eyes of the cat at the front desk of Wushanju, the mystery of this NPC has increased a bit.

She felt that this NPC should have a close connection with the Mont Blanc Autonomous Federation. After all, the NPCs who would react to this special chestnut cake were all from there. Perhaps even Scar Uncle’s surname and identity were forged... He didn’t look like someone that could be cultivated in this small town, let alone the offspring of the old mayor’s second son who wandered around the world with a bag and never came back. As a superhuman, his actual age might be older than the old mayor!

The people in the town are not superhumans, so it’s completely reasonable that they can’t see anything!

The cat at the front desk of Wushanju had an idea and secretly pinched an identification spell on Scar Uncle. Five times in a row, all the identifications failed.

The system simply popped up a prompt: "The level difference between you and the current identification object is too large, and the identification cannot be successful."

The cat at the front desk of Wushanju: "???!"

Although nothing was identified, this prompt can also explain some problems.

The cat at the front desk of Wushanju is now climbing the god level. Her title of "God of Pastries" is spreading among the people in the Church of Light at a viral speed, which has caused her [God Level Faith] to soar all the way and has now risen to Lv130.

She is currently ranked first in the life player rankings.

The combat players are rushing to another combat ranking. Their upgrade path is obviously different from that of the cat at the front desk of Wushanju. There is no comparison between the two for the time being.

According to the extraordinary level classification of the Ozeria continent, the cat at the front desk of Wushanju is now considered a king-level strongman, basically equivalent to a city lord.

In an online game setting, adventurers who fight everywhere will always (gradually) be more powerful than NPCs. This is not a rare thing.

The NPC professional mentors of the year gradually stopped moving forward and could only watch one adventurer after another become stronger and stronger, embark on a longer journey, and meet more powerful mentors... This is the professional journey in the online game.

What is strange is that this ordinary-looking "priest" who lives in seclusion in the small church of the Church of Light in this desolate countryside actually has a level far beyond the king level.

The system can give such a prompt, indicating that the other party may even be a whole level higher than her. Only a complete level suppression can completely restrain the identification technique from rolling a successful Jedi comeback.

The cat at the front desk of Wushanju is becoming more and more curious.

Scar Uncle has finished eating the cake. He sat in a daze in the corner, staring at the empty plate for a while, then walked back to the counter and left a generous tip: "It's delicious, but too sweet."

Ding, the system prompts: "You have triggered a hidden task. Please develop a "Mont Blanc Chestnut Cake\\/Brown Snow Peak Cake" that will completely satisfy Scar Uncle. Food that evokes memories is often the first step to the truth~"

-It's finally here! Hidden task!

The cat at the front desk of Wushanju couldn't wait to get into the kitchen and tinker with the chestnut paste that was not sweet but delicious - you know, in some places, the highest praise people give to a dessert is "not sweet".

Of course, this not sweet does not mean that there is no sweetness at all, that kind of thing should not be called a dessert. A truly delicious dessert should be as green as first love, with a light, refreshing sweetness, like a sweet breeze, which makes people dream about it, but not so choking that it makes people feel angry.

This is not an easy task! But the cat at the front desk of Wushanju is excited and confident!

The God of Pastry can definitely make delicious pastries that meet everyone's expectations. Isn't it just a chestnut paste cream cake? She will use this delicacy to pry open Scar Uncle's mouth and dig out the secrets hidden under the full muscles of this muscular man with eight abdominal muscles!

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The Hidden Old Man and the Sea of ​​Tranquility are ready to set off.

The cyber combat dolls that were not used in the dungeon before are finally ready to go. Every joint has been adjusted to the best state, all the slots that can hold weapons and hidden weapon powder are filled, and there are a lot of blank teleportation scrolls.

This time, the two do not intend to follow the twists and turns of the Church of Light. They plan to play the stealth flow, that is, to lurk in the Church of Light.

As players with dual bodies, their endurance and material replenishment can be completed through the second body placed in Amt County. Hiding their whereabouts throughout the process, there is no need to interact with any hostile NPCs in the territory of the Church of Light, and naturally they will not accept identity checks, so there is no need to disguise their identities.

They brought enough teleportation scrolls, which could record the locations of their actions and teleport back and forth many times. Even if they accidentally offended someone, they could teleport away first and come back to continue the mission after the storm had passed.

The hidden old man was very satisfied with this logic.

The only problem was that the evidence-collecting mission of the Mountain Copper Blood Alliance did not seem so easy to do.

It took a lot of effort for the Sea of ​​Tranquility to find a simple and old world map from the library of Amt County. The Western Continent on it was still a piece of loose sand. They found the location of the Mont Blanc Autonomous Federation on that map.

"To find evidence, the best choice is to return to the crime scene." The hidden old man who had read too many mystery novels said confidently, "Time may cover up most of the clues, but there will always be some clues that can be preserved."

The Sea of ​​Tranquility agreed.

Since it was a fast action that needed to hide their whereabouts, the two did not form a group with other players. Today, the big brother Yu is still developing ancient ruins in Nanzhou these days, and can only be used as an external brain to remotely access from time to time.