Calamity Crown

After Goethe nodded, he carried the money box into the bathroom.

After confirming that there was no one in the bathroom, Goethe chose the innermost compartment as usual.

After entering, he locked the door and took out his 'Pendulum' first.

The 'spiritual pendulum' with a gold gram as a pendant.

'Is it safe here? '

The pendulum remained motionless.

'Scrooge K. harbors ill will against me? '

The pendulum remained motionless.

'Credor has malice against me? '

The pendulum still didn't move.

Undoubtedly, the richness of mystery and extraordinary prosperity made it impossible for such a 'half-handed person' to divination anything of value.

Knowing the result, Goethe, who would not give up unless he tried, sighed slightly, and looked at the 'Mad King's Ring' in his hand.

He is too weak!

In the current situation, even if he accidentally obtained four [Bloody Honors], it was still not enough!

He needs more!

At least, he doesn't want to be 'broken' at the first touch.

Not to mention anything else, just the strength and physical strength of 'Grand Duke Scrooge' and 'Grand Duke's eldest son' made Goethe's heart last for a long time.

And 'Secret Realm' is the first choice!

As for the reason for leaving for an hour?

Goethe has already planned it!

Attacked!

He was attacked as soon as he entered the bathroom, but the other party did not really hurt him, but kept 'going around' with him, 'delaying time' and 'bluffing information about the mad king's legacy' - Goethe even had Think about what expression to use.

Be sure to be eloquent.

It must be thought-provoking.

And after?

Just let the 'Scrooge. G' Grand Duke play.

Goethe believed that the opponent would definitely have a suitable imaginary enemy.

Thinking of this, Goethe acted immediately.

After leaving a bundle of lit bombs in the bathroom, Goethe slipped out holding the [Shadow Serpent Dagger].

After a few seconds-

boom!

There was an explosion.

Flames, fragments.

The burst water pipe sprayed water.

The middle-aged coachman who brought Goethe rushed in immediately, but the whole telegraph office was panicked, and the staff and customers screamed and ran around.

Several security guards shouted loudly, but to no avail.

Goethe took advantage of the confusion and left the telegraph office.

At such a high speed, he got into a secluded alley.

The next moment, it disappeared.

……

The scorching and glaring sensation made Goethe subconsciously raise his hand to cover it, but the stench that followed made him quickly open his eyes.

This is...a garbage dump? !

Goethe blinked to make sure he read correctly.

Scrapped car tires, broken bathtubs, toilets, rusty tableware and all kinds of dilapidated packaging boxes piled up in front of him like a mountain. He was wearing something like a gas mask and worn overalls. Wearing thick gloves, he was standing in front of this pile of garbage with a shovel.

What made him feel hot and glaring was the incinerator that was turned on at the side.

The raging flames are burning in it, and the remains of garbage are being quickly reduced to fly ash.

i'm trash...

Just when Goethe confirmed his identity, a loud shout came from above his head.

"Old garbage!"

"Don't be lazy!"

"Hurry up and burn everything that can be burned!"

"Otherwise you won't have anything to eat today!"

A menacing man was standing on a high place and yelling at Goethe.

Not only for Goethe, but also for the rest of the people.

It wasn't until this time that Goethe realized that besides him, there were 27 people who were similar to him, and they were working hard to pick out the garbage and shovel it into the incinerator.

It's just that the incinerator is a bit too big, right?

Goethe looked at it while pretending to be sorting the trash.

The incinerator, which is hundreds of meters high, has only a small entrance, and the flames inside emit high temperature, constantly beating, and there is a winding pipe on it that leads to a deeper place.

Goethe's perception is four times higher than that of ordinary people, allowing him to clearly distinguish, and the heat generated by combustion can be supplied upwards.

At the same time, there was a faint sound of metal pistons turning.

"Is this an alternative 'steam engine'?"

The garbage incinerator in front of Goethe guessed.

At this time, a warm feeling came from the 'Mad King's Ring'.

【Entering the 'secret realm', judging...】

[Holding the 'secret key', the judgment is passed! 】

[The original 'Secret Realm' holder has died and is being judged...]

[Determine the original identity is dead! 】

[The new holder will start over with a new identity! 】

……

[Background: A sudden plunder not only caused you to lose your 'town', but also made you a prisoner of the victor, and your property naturally became the trophies of the victor. After being confirmed worthless, You were thrown to the bottom layer and exchanged coolies for a chance to survive...]

[Main task: Rebuild your 'town' within three months! (Progress: 0%)]

[Obtain a temporary language, it will disappear automatically when you leave the instance]

[Temporary changes in clothing, appearance, and equipment will be automatically restored when leaving the secret realm]

(Note 1: When you complete the main mission, you will leave the 'secret realm' safely)

(Note 2: When you cannot complete the main task within three months, you will lose one-fifth of your flesh and blood before you can leave the 'secret realm')

……

The text in front of me began to appear.

But this time, there was no corresponding memory.

"It seems to be more difficult than the previous two times?"

While guessing, Goethe began to check the equipment props while avoiding the sight from high places.

[Unknown Chime], [Shadow Snake Dagger], and [Thunder Fist] are all there.

Almost instinctively, Goethe released [Spirit of the Blood Raven], hoping to know more about the environment he was in.

And at this time-

"dinner's ready!"

"You old trash!"

"Thank you adults for your mercy!"

"It's their kindness that makes you eligible to live!"

"Otherwise you would have become fuel!"

The overseer overhead shouted loudly.

Then, he threw down pieces of things that looked like energy bars.

No more, no less, exactly 28 yuan.

Without any packaging, it just fell to the ground.

However, the others didn't have any dissatisfaction, and immediately ran towards the food.

Moreover, no one gets an extra piece, just one piece for each person.

Following the others, Goethe picked up one of them - no one knew how to survive in an unfamiliar environment better than Goethe.

Even without memory, Goethe has full confidence.

After all, no one cares about a slave-like captive.

Just like everyone else...

Ok? !

what is this? !!

Goethe looked at the whitish 'energy bar' in his hand, the six complete cockroaches inside, and the people around him who were silently eating the 'cockroach energy bar', and fell into deep thought.

"A bunch of useless old trash!"

"eat quickly!"

"Don't stop!"

"Who allowed you to stop me while eating!"

The supervisor above continued to roar.

Then, the other party unhurriedly opened a table on the high platform, a piece of juicy steak, sprinkled with black pepper sauce, white bread and half a bottle of wine were also taken out from the side basket .

The overseer shook out the napkin, stuffed it into his neckline, picked up the knife and fork, and began to taste his lunch.

From the beginning to the end, the foreman did not see a figure slowly approaching behind him.

The sharp blade in the opponent's hand glowed coldly.

As the overseer was about to cut the steak, the sharp knife pierced his heart from behind.

The supervisor, whose mouth was covered, didn't even utter a scream, and fell silent.

None of the coolies below saw this scene.

They're all eating 'cockroach bars'.

Because, even when eating, work cannot stop.

Goethe saw it clearly.

He silently threw the 'cockroach energy bar' into the stove, and the whole person quietly hid aside.

Chapter 11 Fortress!