Forces of Temptation

Nan Jixing only thought that if Nanzhou let him run, then he could handle it.

But Nan Jixing never thought about it. In fact, he knew that he might not live long.

He had seen Nanzhou survive countless attacks that should have been fatal.

Whenever Nan Jixing found him, Nan Zhou would hide in the corner and lick his wound silently.

But Nanjixing forgot that they had already left "Eternal Day".

The price of freedom is to stay away from the power that can make him escape from death.

……

Jiang Fang stood on the west bank of the suspension bridge engulfed in flames, stared at the church, and waited for a long time.

He also clearly heard a gunshot from the sacred ground, echoing circles between the valley and his heart.

But it only made the corner of his mouth twitch slightly.

He doesn't bother to judge what happened there, and he never asks for trouble.

During the waiting time, it was enough for Jiang Fang to analyze the conspiracy of this dungeon.

That's right, Jiang Fang discovered that this is not a fair copy.

In a normal dungeon, important information will not be deliberately concealed, there will be no such coincidental division of personnel, NPCs will not have such a degree of freedom, and there should not be a situation where 90.00% of them step on a dead end.

...it's more like a cleanup plan.

Separating the 12 of them differently is the first step in the elimination plan.

Jiang Fang has no cure for his fear of heights.

Although Nan Zhou is willing to take risks, he will not gamble with everyone's safety.

The team members have developed different handling styles through countless life and death tests.

The power behind them precisely cut them apart according to their personalities, placing those willing to take risks on the east bank where clues are scarce, and placing those who are cautious on the busy west bank.

And the nature of this "copy" is adventure puzzle solving.

What was first presented to them was just a seemingly ordinary love story.

From the very beginning, the dungeon encouraged them to explore.

The clues in their hands are really scarce, and they can only draw a conclusion through continuous exploration, sum up the corresponding laws, and discover that there is indeed a system of gods and demons in this worldview:

The reason why the copy does not allow them to cross the bridge is because the two sides have violated the rules of time and space respectively.

The act of "crossing the bridge" will break down barriers and cause uncontrolled turbulence in time and space on both sides of the strait.

The time on both sides of the strait is completely stopped and no longer moves forward.

Anyone's contact will cause the soul to flow in an undirected and unquantified way.

If the information is equivalent and the clues can be checked, this is also an interesting copy.

What's disgusting is that the plot direction and character setting in this "duplicate", it can be said that everything is leading them to an inevitable result.

Once Nanzhou and the others on the east coast choose to "adventure" and open the sealed dark attic, they will definitely light up the lights.

Then, because of the unknown agreement between the duke and the pastor, they will fulfill the necessary conditions for the formation of the curse of "the duke performs surgery".

Of course, they can also do nothing, refuse to explore, and concentrate on being their priests.

But then the ambitious Keith would still try to take their bodies.

When some of them start to die, they will still explore the church.

... an infinite loop.

As for those team members in the Duke’s Castle on the West Bank, if they still give up all exploration and ambition and concentrate on doing things within the scope of their duties like this time, when the Duke receives the signal of “lighting on the attic” on the other side, he is ready to execute his After the planned operation, they will inevitably become a piece of cake.

And if they were fully vigilant at the beginning and conducted a secret investigation in the castle, the Duke would also be aware of it immediately.

After all, the Duke hired them to be guinea pigs.

The reason for arranging heavy labor for them is to deliberately squeeze their time for activities.

If the little white mice were restless, ready to move, and did anything that would affect the Duke's plan, they would be imprisoned.

Among other things, once they are controlled, the daily mail delivery work must be done by another person.

So, regardless of whether they originally planned to stand still or deal with Keith in the church on the east coast, they would still take action after discovering that their teammates were in danger.

... In the end, we still have to light the lamp, and we still have to go forward to that dead end.

The east bank and the west bank influence each other, support each other, and finally reach the same goal by different routes.

After sorting it out from beginning to end, Jiang Fang can be sure that they have fallen into a complete trap.

The power behind them forcibly pulled these players into various dungeons.

Jiang Fang witnessed with his own eyes that their systems became more and more complete, and the rules became more and more perfect.

After noticing this, Jiang Fang guessed that these testers who were forced to recruit would end their work one day.

At that time, they may be free, or they may be destroyed casually.

It seems that the result arranged by the people behind them is the latter.

These conscientious testers, whether they live or die, will be trapped in the sixth day of a copy forever.

As for the seventh day at the end of the dungeon, it will never come.

What a cruel ending.

The flames became hotter, wrapped in waves of heat waves, making Jiang Fang feel like he was in a bright sun.

He was dressed in the black clothes of a clergyman, like a sunspot.

He calmly waited for Nanzhou's arrival.

But what he waited for was only the teammate who had gone and returned.

His voice was urgent, and he never mentioned the other people he was looking for earlier: "——When will I wait?"

Jiang Fang said, "Wait until he comes back."

There was an unusual sense of tension in the teammate's voice: "Brother Jiang, do you know who is coming back?!"

Even with his back turned to him, Jiang Fang could hear the weird nervousness in his voice.

He responded flatly: "I can see that."

This is not a lie.

He felt that the person who came back was no longer his teammate.

...or rather, not quite.

He still retains his sanity and memory, but some impure things have merged into his body, squeezing together in this small fleshy body with him.

Because he realized this, he fell into extreme panic.Trying to escape from this cursed place.

But he didn't dare to escape alone, so he had to come back and find someone to accompany him.

With his back turned to him, Jiang Fang gripped the handle of the ax tightly.

He... is not him anymore.

Sure enough, after Jiang Fang couldn't be persuaded to leave with him, his teammates went crazy.

"Didn't you say you were going to take us home? Didn't you say you'd keep us alive? You—"

He had to freak out.

That lunatic dormant in the forest has the consciousness of seven or eight people integrated in his body.

Through skin contact, three or four different voices were introduced into his mind.

Those people screamed hoarsely, like a group of old ravens who lost their nests, whining in despair in this brand new body.

Those who clamored to go home, asked him what was going on, cried and prayed to the gods...

The crowd was full of voices, driving people crazy.

With a splitting headache, struggling for his life, he ran back to Jiang Fang, complaining and begging sharply, wanting Jiang Fang to leave with him.

There was only a thin line between him and his complete collapse.

In the end, it was Jiang Fang's extremely precise swing of the ax that stopped the many thoughts boiling in his mind.

The throats were all cut off, showing how ruthless and direct he was.

Jiang Fang supported his falling head, and with blood all over his face, he put his teammate properly on the ground.

The death most feared by his teammates came, but his heart was filled with peace and clarity.

—because all the clamor in his head died down.

He wanted to thank Jiang Fang.

But he couldn't pronounce even the simplest syllable.

……

Killing one's teammates is not a pleasant thing anyway.

And his last words also inspired Jiang Fang's thoughts.

"……go home."

Jiang Fang spoke softly to the air.

Speak to someone you may never hear again.

Indeed, he still has a chance to go home.

The way down the mountain is on the west bank.

He can choose to escape here and go to the small town down the mountain.

The curse may only stay on the east and west sides of this mountain top.

God will not choose to give up the whole world because of the rebellion of two people.

……probably.

At least, not hopelessly.

The suspension bridge was burned with a slight cracking sound, and the bridge deck with flames turned into meteors, pouring into the deep valley like the sea continuously.

This grand fire is drawing to a close.

The rope was burning to the point of breaking, and the Nanzhou boat hadn't arrived yet.

What delayed him?

Was it the gunshot just now?

Jiang Fang lowered his eyes, calmly thinking about his retreat.

If the Nanzhou is gone and leaves the scope of the curse, perhaps the stagnant time will start to rotate, and the seventh day will come.

He can still live.

He can still go home.

Jiang Fang knew how to live alone.

Thinking of this, Jiang Fang looked at the beating flames on his palm.

The fire illuminated the backs of his fingers, pierced his flesh and blood, and made him dizzy.

"I mean, keep your head clear and don't start a relationship that doesn't work out in the first place."

"I'm not Adam. A person like me would never give my ribs to others."

"So... the two of us, just be friends, okay?"

"Being tempted...is not something that can happen between us."

"Yeah, if you were human..."

Look, Jiang Fang knows everything.

It is a stupid thing to have a relationship with a virtual character.

Turning around and leaving, he can go back to the absurd, free and long years, spending a lot of money and doing whatever he wants.

However, all the self-sufficiency is not worth the heartbeat.

Jiang Fang let go of the bloody ax and said to himself, "I'm not going home."

The moment he stepped on the suspension bridge, the suspension bridge creaked unbearably.

It couldn't stand burning for a long time, the ropes began to disintegrate from the west bank where the fire was first burned, and the entire suspension bridge fell sideways into the abyss.

With Jiang Fang's reflexes, he was able to jump back to the west bank before his body lost weight.

However, using his reflexes, he used the handcuffs that were originally intended to trap Nan Zhou, and inserted the red-hot iron chain buckles, locking his body with the suspension bridge.

The next moment, he followed the loose suspension bridge and slammed into the opposite cliff.

Despite being cushioned by his legs, a line of blood trickled down from the corner of his mouth.

Two broken ribs, or three, he couldn't tell.

After he coughed up a mouthful of blood, he resisted the severe pain from his chest, and climbed up the loose and hot boards and the scorched hot and scorched ropes.

The horizontal suspension bridge turned into a fire-burning ladder, extending all the way from hell and burning up.

There was no turning back for him.

Below his feet was the abyss that had swallowed his father.

Jiang Fang did not lower his head, but only looked at the white sky above, surrounded by scarlet fires that made him unable to open his eyes.

I must be crazy, he thought.

He thought of his father who fell off the cliff, his mother who was crazy for love, and wondered whether his current madness was due to precepts and deeds, or because of blood.

In the end, at the end of the endless picture is Nan Zhou's face protruding from the window.

And he squatted under the window and planted the apple tree for Nanzhou.

From then on, he became obsessed and got sick, and he was only able to wake up after being sick.

Now, he's going to find him.

Jiang Fang's hand, which was burned by the fire, stuck out from the abyss and grabbed a piece of soil on the edge of the cliff.

He stood on the land on the east bank again.

Jiang Fang ran to the direction of the church while supporting himself with injuries all over his body.

He stepped on shattered stained glass.

The glass cracked and creaked under his feet.

Then, he saw the blood-stained South Boat lying among the fragments of the shattered Madonna.

……

But in Jiang Fang's own description, this matter was very plain and simple.

He hugged Nan Zhou's waist, and said gently: "...Later, the bridge collapsed, I came back to save you, but I couldn't."

The author has something to say:

"When the two of us are close to each other, as long as I lose myself, I can find you."