Deceased Trapped in a Game

4th Floor – Lv.55 Fallout Clan (1)

The third floor was quickly cleaned up.

In the first place, the outlaws charged without having their defeat in mind.

Even if they say they are outlaws, most of them are not skilled exiles who can only go down from the third floor.

The short annual leave also means that they still have a strong fear of seniors.

When the 20-year-old middle school patients who would have been the head coaches died, and other seniors who would have been executives, they fell out.

The few remaining guys all surrendered.

I did not show mercy.

Gather them one by one, tie them up roughly, and then push them to the fourth floor.

I kicked all those who struggled because they didn’t want to go down the stairs.

The concept of entering at the same time is a bit vague, but that’s how the labyrinth’s party was originally created.

If you drive them at an appropriate distance, they will automatically move to the same 4th floor.

It’s not up to me to survive.

If you were going to kill me, you should be prepared to die.

If we meet again on the 5th floor, I will give you a compliment.

Thanks to the great performance of our party, there were very few refugees.

The archer looked at the refugees still terrified, looked at my face once, and expressed his gratitude.

“Thanks to this, we were able to proceed to the next layer neatly and without any discomfort.”

“Isn’t it disgusting to kill them all?”

“Isn’t it neat because there are no silver won left?”

You’re a very well-adapted entrepreneur.

That’s the right decision. There is no reason to leave the discomfort of the relationship between the exiles who only wake up in another world even if they die anyway.

If you leave, leave only grace.

Cut off all the buds of resentment in advance.

This is also an adage that has been around since some time.

“I did a favor. Remember?”

“Sure.”

Saying so, I lifted up Provence, still unconscious.

Looking at his condition, he hardly invested in his strength.

It wouldn’t have been a bad way to proceed like that in the gaming era.

Perhaps it is still a reality and it seems that the changed part has not been caught.

it can be

Not everyone in the world considers me to be as good as I am.

I waved my hand to the female archer and went down.

the goddess grumbles

“Can’t he give me too? Even in the Pantheon, no one chooses me.”

‘By the way, you are a goddess. How the hell did you manage the Shinto, so they all left?’

“What would I have done? I just lived as the throne of chaos moved.”

‘You’re the one who doesn’t really resist the divine.’

“It’s not like I’m doing it because I like it. Give me a lot of candy later.”

‘Have you sacrificed so many of the corpses of the outlaws, are you still hungry?’

“I’ve been starving for almost 10 years.”

the world is dark Since we went together, it is treated as the same party.

It takes a while for the difficulty of 5-9 players, but it doesn’t seem like there’s much of a difference since there’s a difficulty control device called girl anyway.

If it’s hell anyway, it doesn’t matter if it’s a fire hell or an ice hell.

[TIP? Old, decaying swamps are very dangerous. Countless undead might be waiting for the living beneath the swamp.]

When I saw the tip while loading, I got a swear word.

As soon as you step on the 4th floor, you breathe out.

“Why the hell did you turn the swamp into the forest?”

“If it’s not a forest, there’s no place to put it.”

“It is, though.”

There are a lot of mosquitoes and a lot of undead.

A rotten skeleton would be better, but those with half flesh on them are even more terrifying.

First of all, the girl shudders.

“Does it look like melted ghouls? Is it really? Please say no.”

“come out.”

“Ugh. Ugh.”

The biggest problem with the swamp undead is that they are also loaded with poison or bottles.

When fighting in close combat, no body remains.

The youngest asks indifferently.

“What is Undead?”

It feels like a girl has played a lot of games. I don’t think this guy had a chance to do that.

The hunter pulls his ear, telling him not to ask me, but to him.

I think that guy got it very well. It’s a great private position.

I said first.

“Did everyone eat a lot of experience? Call the stats and skill situation quickly.”

Even so, he couldn’t say such a story in a place where exiles who were not party members could see.

* * *

Mind map consulting.

This is one of the reasons why young people die when they meet a senior.

Not everyone starts out knowing the labyrinth as a game like me or the guy who is still stunned over there.

Ordinary exiles are suddenly dragged into this labyrinth without knowing anything.

They have no choice but to learn how to understand the interaction, structure, and use of skills.

How many times do you have to die to learn it?

Exile is not a good thing to die. It is a very terrifying and sticky experience.

Something that sticks to the corner of your heart and eats you up little by little.

Madness is the exile’s oldest friend.

Anyway, that’s why the juniors fear, fear, and follow the old man.

Speaking of me, 97 years of ranking first!

In any labyrinth, I am proud that no one has been able to design a more rational and efficient mind map than me.

As a result of being touched like that.

A party with an average level close to 30 now has a beautifully organized mind map.

The hunter commented.

“This is the first time in my life that a mind map specialized for a bow ranger is this efficient.”

“The significance of party play is revealed in the original extreme specialization.”

“Aren’t leaders dual-class?”

“Ah, I’m a triple. I’ll also serve as a magician.”

The hunter is no longer even surprised. I just shake my head nervously.

Meanwhile, the youngest was puzzled, unable to understand what he was saying.

The girl swung in the air, trying to get used to the newly acquired skill.

[Strike] is a simple and powerful skill, but she is not lacking in attack power from the beginning.

So it was a skill that wasn’t really highlighted.

However, the basic skills of mind maps all have derivatives.

[Track Play]

After swinging it once, the slash once more passes like an afterimage.

Normally, thanks to the stat limit, it is not a skill that will appear at level 30.

However, thanks to the abnormal basic stats that satisfied the conditions, I was able to float it without difficulty.

It gives the effect of hitting twice as it appears, and at first glance, it looks no different from [Strike].

But a little delay makes another performance.

No matter how high your level, if you don’t have a regenerator or reviver, you can kill it by cutting your head.

The labyrinth that has become a reality is such a place.

A slash that flies after that subtle delay in that it inflicts a critical hit is very intimidating.

Especially if it’s a scam.

So now let’s interrogate that pro.

He trudges, but he is still tied up and doesn’t want to open his eyes.

I said.

“Stop pretending to faint.”

“I also know…”

Glasses, checkered southern, and jeans.

The hairstyle is also sloppy.

what did he say about this

okay. that.

“A nerd bastard?”

“Why are you arguing again. You bastard.”

I don’t think this is it. I’m old so I can’t remember.

“Well, that’s not important, so let’s talk. What year are you from?”

“It’s 2021.”

“I’m in 2020.”

To be honest, the interrogation conducted in that way was not of much benefit.

I thought it would. After the excitement passes, rational thinking is possible.

I didn’t even know the reason for being dragged into this labyrinth.

Provence also did not know how it got into the game.

I just slept and woke up to be on the first floor.

So you die, you roll, you suffer. Having barely found a way to use his game knowledge was bluffing.

“I’m afraid to die…”

It’s still normal.

It is said that he took a gamble because he was so lucky in this episode.

“If it wasn’t for you, I would have succeeded…”

There was one thing I couldn’t help but ask.

“Are you an NPC?”

“What are you talking about. NPCs are those NPCs.”

“No. Man. Think about it. Have you ever seen Easter Eggs? A setting exile who was brought into the game while playing a game.”

Glasses with a puzzled expression slowly tilted their head.

suspicious look.

“What, do you believe that you might be an NPC yourself?”

“Are you sure?”

“no.”

“then?”

“Why are you doubting that in the first place?”

I couldn’t answer the question that came back.

I’m suspicious because I’m suspicious.

“You and I are human. You idiot. They’re all NPCs.”

A pure opinion, without a single doubt, was there.

“I decide who I am.”

I was silent. After a while, he nodded.

“Okay. I apologize. You are wise.”

It was sincere. Someone’s serious worries can be funny to others.

What has been worn out for 97 years may not be simply the mind.

Mental strength is something that goes up when I take intelligence, but how much does it affect my mind returning to the past at the moment of death?

I thought that restart, which I was familiar with and thought to be infinite, might not be infinite in a sense.

Let me ask you one more thing.

“Do you remember the patch notes?”

“Patch notes?”

“Is there an update on the 100-year limit setting in the patch notes that came out after I disappeared?”

Glasses that frown.

“No, I don’t think there was.”

“What do you think. The answer should come out for sure.”

“How can I memorize all of that? It’s been a year.”

“You can’t memorize that?”

Now the impression is blatantly frowned upon.

“Crazy bastard. Do you remember when the God of Chaos update was?”

“July 23, 2014. Beta 1.27.”

“I’m crazy. Fuck it all. Fuck you.”

I’m bad at controlling my emotions. Also, it’s a joke.

“Okay, I’ve asked anything you want to ask.”

Now is the time to force a choice.

“So, would you like to become a proper party member? Or should I kill you here?”

He somehow seemed to know the answer.

“Kill me. Don’t hurt me.”

“I can’t afford to go down.”

“Do you want to make fun of me?”

“No, I respect you. Nice to meet you.”

“Ha, me too. I don’t know if there are more guys like us.”

As I lifted a dagger, he suddenly opened his mouth.

“That’s right, there was Blanchet on the third floor.”

“·······Fixed NPC Blanchet?”

“I went down first. Couldn’t get past the fifth floor and might be tied up.”

The 5th floor is an odd boss floor. Large co-op boss battles. Then it could really be.

Blanchet is a notorious NPC that has been the number one cause of death since the game days.

If we meet on the lower floor, there is no bad luck.

“thank you.”

“It was nothing.”

That was the end of it.

Whoops.

neck goes down

I didn’t notice it, so it must be a sneak attack.

Provence left like that.

said the goddess

“I wish this labyrinth was a game.”

‘You must have seen an exile like me.’

“Okay, now I understand why you were able to come this far after only dying 2974 times. 」

* * *

The swamp is dark and drab. In a sense, it is no different from [the abyss].

Naturally, I was conscious of the girl’s existence, and I didn’t just think of this place as a wetland.

One or two random encounters must have been overlapped, and the level of the undead would easily exceed 30.

Nevertheless, the existence of the girl was positive for me.

It’s not that you don’t know exactly how it works.

raise the difficulty

It looks like a loss, but it’s actually a little different.

The monster in the labyrinth, that is, the object that can obtain experience, does not exist infinitely in the hierarchy.

Farming is not infinitely possible.

Not to mention, it even prevents you from eating every nook and cranny of a floor with sudden death.

In such a finite resource environment, the difficulty is too high compared to the same class?

That’s a huge benefit.

stronger enemies.

more experience.

More quality equipment.

It’s the same with Twitton and Saints.

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Just being able to quickly confirm the existence of a major NPC will change the snowball you can roll.

In the original case, after reaching the kingdom, it is an opponent that must be met by chance.

If you can advance [Race Mainstream] in advance…

“Leader, can you see the crumbling castle over there?”

The hunter who was leading the scout calls me with a groan.

As I moved forward a little, I saw it too.

A worn out spire. A wall that looks like it’s about to collapse.

Let’s change our assumptions. Don’t think of this as being on the 4th floor.

Considering the number of cases, it’s pretty much the second half of the tutorial.

“Rich or vampire. Demi Rich or Vampire Lord if you’re unlucky. If you’re very unlucky, you’re an angel or a devil.”

“If you look at the undead everywhere, it doesn’t seem like an angel.”

I said after thinking a bit.

“Don’t go into the castle, let’s explore the surroundings. There may be vampire hunters or Paladins.”

The castle of the undead swamp is more likely to be located near the friendly NPC subjugation gang.

I want to become a human native NPC.