I'm Immortal Speed Pass Supernatural Game

Late at night, in the conference room of the Bureau of Anomalous Affairs.

At this time when everyone should have been immersed in sweet dreams, the conference room was packed with all the high-level personnel of the Bureau who could be present, and those who couldn't be there in person also participated through online projection.

Most people had a hint of confusion on their faces.

It should be known that the original intention of establishing the Bureau of Anomalous Affairs was to seek better development and survival for mankind under the [Calamity Game].

This naturally included the challenges that social order faced under the extraordinary existence of Calamity Players, as well as the supervision and handling plans for all threats that the [Calamity Game] would pose to mankind.

They all had their own projects to oversee.

Generally speaking, the department responsible for maintaining social order would have no contact with the personnel responsible for supervising the game itself, unless there were internal personnel transfers or something like that.

But tonight, almost all departments were summoned to the conference room.

Obviously, the situation was unusual.

"Everyone, please be patient. The Director is on his way. There is important information about the contamination of instances to notify you about."

A man with a square face, thick eyebrows, and a tall, burly figure who looked extremely dignified stood at the front. The microphone, which a normal person could hold in their palm, was held between two fingers, as if he was afraid of crushing it.

This was the Deputy Director of the Bureau of Anomalous Affairs.

He was also the person who usually represented the Bureau in public appearances.

As soon as these words came out.

The people below discussed even more noticeably.

"The Director? Holy crap! Will I be lucky enough to see this legend in my lifetime?"

"I heard that the Director doesn't need to go down into instances anymore, because any instance in the current Calamity Game is just a snap of the fingers for him."

"Hmph, do you all think the Director is very relaxed? He's actually working too."

"Ah? The Director has to work personally?"

The person who asked this question was a front-line staff member in charge of controlling social order, and rarely came into contact with things involving other fields, so he looked at his colleague next to him somewhat blankly.

The other party was a technical staff member responsible for supervising and analyzing the essence of the Calamity Game.

Adjusting his thick glasses, the technical staff member said in a cold voice:

"The Director is personally responsible for monitoring the existence in the abyss of the game code, to prevent it from waking up early."

"!?"

The surrounding people gasped upon hearing this.

Even people from other departments had heard of what the technical staff member was referring to.

That existence…

Unspeakable, indescribable, unseeable.

Is this really something that humans can face and supervise? It's hard to imagine what kind of monster the Director is!

Buzz—

Before the discussion could continue to ferment.

The big screen in the conference room suddenly lit up.

The screen showed a man who looked no more than thirty years old. His chiseled face appeared extremely resolute, and his neat short hair and white casual short sleeves made him look like a sunny and cheerful big brother next door.

But under his feet was a monster that was a full ten stories high. Under the opponent's huge body that made patients with megalophobia tremble, the man was simply as insignificant as an ant.

But at this time, the huge monster was lying motionless on the ground.

A plain and unadorned sword was inserted into the top of its head. The appearance of this sword was exactly the same as the symbol on the Bureau of Anomalous Affairs badge.

The man lightly pulled out the sword, casually twirled it, sheathed it and hung it on his waist, and said calmly to the camera: "Hello comrades, I am the Director of the Bureau of Anomalous Affairs—Qinglong."

"!?"

With just one sentence, most of the personnel in the conference room stood up with excitement.

Even though they had been high-level members of the Bureau of Anomalous Affairs for so many years, and had occasionally received instructions from the Director, almost no one had seen what this Director looked like.

The other party really lived up to the saying "a divine dragon sees its head but not its tail."

Seeing him today is extraordinary!

Because they could see that the other party was not in the real world at this time, and the monster under his feet was not a small character.

Judging by the size and the degree of destruction of the surrounding environment, this guy would definitely be the final BOSS even if he was thrown into a difficult instance.

A BOSS-level character that makes players scratch their heads and can't break through from the front, and can only rely on intelligence to find loopholes to pass the level, is now beheaded by the Director like a dead dog.

And Qinglong's white short sleeves didn't even have a speck of dirt on them.

This was an overwhelming victory without any suspense.

"I'll explain the current situation first." Qinglong gently stepped on the monster under his feet and said, "As you can see, this thing has been subjected to some kind of powerful pollution, resulting in unpredictable mutations."

Hearing this, everyone realized.

That monster did look a little strange.

Zooming out, you could see that it was humanoid, but its skin was covered with all kinds of scales, feathers, and even horns similar to the keratin layer of rhinos.

The ends of its hands and feet were also in the form of strange tentacles, and even two tumors only slightly smaller than its head grew out of its neck, on which you could vaguely see facial features and other parts growing.

No creature would grow to look like this.

Even the vengeful spirits and other existences in the instances shouldn't appear in such a weird San-dropping posture.

"The source of this mutation comes from the existence sleeping in the abyss of the [Calamity Game]. He has been silent for so many years, but ten minutes ago, he suddenly transmitted some kind of unknown emotional fluctuation." Qinglong explained.

Then he continued to explain in a serious tone: "Just this emotional fluctuation alone has caused hundreds of instances to be affected at the same time, and it is estimated that nearly a hundred instances will collapse and be damaged on the spot."

"I hope everyone will try to focus on improving their [Mental Power]. This is the only possibility for you to survive after encountering pollution. Report any information about polluted instances in a timely and detailed manner."

"It's very simple to judge the pollution method of that existence. If you see this kind of painting logo anywhere, then you've encountered it."

After saying that, Qinglong zoomed in on the camera's perspective.

Only then did everyone realize.

The eyes of that mutated monster were not physiological eye structures.

But eyes that looked like they were painted on.

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Those were a pair of red vertical pupils.

The painting style was exquisite and elegant. Even the most outstanding painters in the world could not depict such spirited pupils. Every detail was portrayed vividly.

Even through the screen, everyone felt their scalps tingle, as if something unclean was staring at them from behind, causing them to break out in cold sweat.

— — — —

"Eh? Abyss God, did you secretly turn on the beauty filter for yourself? Why do I think you've become prettier?"

Wu Wang lay on the bed and looked at the red vertical pupils on his wrist in confusion.

This thing was initially like a simple sketch with only a few strokes.

But after the evolution said by the instance and the settlement space just now, its strokes seemed to have increased, and there were even three eyelashes above and below.

"Forget it, it's not important. Let's look at the loot instead."

Wu Wang shrugged, indicating that he didn't care.

After killing Earthwalker Sun earlier, the equipment and props on his body were naturally inherited by him.

Bai Li Dao explained to him the current management regulations of the Bureau of Anomalous Affairs for Calamity Players.

In a sense, it's very lax.

As long as the private feuds of the Calamity Players do not affect the lives and property safety of ordinary people, and do not cause significant and bad phenomena, then even if you two find an octagon cage to kill each other, it doesn't matter who walks out alive.

Of course, you have to dispose of the body yourself.

Otherwise, if it is discovered by ordinary people and affects social security, the Bureau of Anomalous Affairs will have to intervene to control you.

Regarding Earthwalker Sun's behavior of seeing money and becoming greedy and being killed, Bai Li Dao said that he could even call his colleagues over to help dispose of the body.

Naturally, Wu Wang would not let go of this kind of good thing, so he asked Bai Li Dao to help deal with it.

After all, friends who often kill people know.

Killing people is simple, but disposing of the body is the most troublesome thing.

Just imagine, you are carrying a body bag to dump the body, and you meet your acquaintance on the way. You, who are already socially awkward, are thinking about how to communicate with people while worrying about the other party discovering your abnormality.

In the end, you were forced to choose a convenient method.

Okay, now there are two bodies to be disposed of.

Just as Wu Wang was happily flipping through the loot, the prompt tone of the Calamity Game suddenly echoed in his ears—

[Attention players]

[The Calamity Game has ended its internal beta test and will officially launch its public beta in 50 days]

[Instances that fail to clear three consecutive times after the public beta will descend into reality. Please be prepared to welcome supernatural disasters]

[Details will be announced ten days before the public beta]

[I wish you all find your own death]

Public beta?

Wu Wang was stunned for a moment.

Before he could figure out what this meant, the prompt tone sounded again, and an information panel appeared in front of him:

[You will start the nightmare-level single-player instance—Desolate Village Chronicles in three days]

[Please prepare in advance and find a bamboo hat to wear on the day the instance starts]

[I wish you find your own death]

If you guys think it's okay, please follow the reading.

Just flip to the latest chapter every day, don't keep the instance, wuwuwu, it will be starved to death if there is no data…

Arigato!