All players: I can choose my own dungeon rewards.

Chapter 118 Unabashed Malice

On the huge bluestone platform located on the top of the mountain, after the players exchanged a few words with the three NPCs of the Wuji Sect, they were led to a side hall of the sect and provided with accommodation, food and drinks.

The NPC said that the Demon Sect may attack within three days, and everyone can rest in the temple here for a few days to stay in good condition to face the enemy.

At this time, the long-haired middle-aged man who should be the leader of Wuji Sect has left with two young disciples. In the side hall, nearly twenty players gathered together, which seemed quite lively.

"What's going on? Why does playing a copy become like traveling? But the wine tastes really good."

Beside a mahogany table filled with wine jars and fragrant meat, a middle-aged player with thinning hair placed the rifle in his hand across his knees, while reaching out to pick up a jar of old wine from the wooden table. He slid to the ground and opened a jar to drink, and then expressed his heartfelt admiration.

"Haha... How dare you eat the things in the dungeon? Aren't you afraid of causing problems?"

A young player next to the middle-aged man who should also be a gunner saw him drinking so directly and immediately mocked him, saying that he was not cautious enough.

But the middle-aged man with signs of baldness didn't seem to care much. He continued to drink the fragrant jade liquid from the wine jar and replied nonchalantly to the young man:
"It's okay. Don't forget what I do for a living. I can't tell what's the problem? Besides, this is the territory of the Wuji Sect. We are on the same side as them. They have no reason to harm us."

Next to the wooden table where the middle-aged man was sitting, there were four players sitting around another mahogany table filled with food and drinks, but none of them touched the food and drinks in front of them.

"Brother Wang, you have a good memory. Do you remember what information about this copy is available on the forum?"

One of the four, a young man with a beard, looked at a 30-year-old man with glasses and a gentle temperament sitting opposite him and said.

"No."

The gentle man with glasses, who was called Brother Wang, immediately shook his head gently and then said:
"I am quite sure that there is currently no accurate information about this copy on the forum, at least not in the part of the information that is open to us ordinary players."

"Indeed... I don't remember any posts on the forum mentioning this Wuji Sect."

A fat man with slightly darker skin next to the elegant man with glasses quickly agreed, and then he frowned and said:

"This is not a good sign. Dungeons like this with little information leaked out are basically the type with high difficulty and heavy casualties. We may have to have a fierce battle this time."

As soon as the dark-skinned fat man finished speaking, a middle-aged man with a Chinese character face among the four who had been silent until now spoke:

"Fat man, don't be pessimistic whenever you encounter something. Maybe we have encountered a new dungeon this time, or even if it is a difficult version, it may not be a bad thing at all. The higher the difficulty, the better the rewards. I I don’t think anyone knows, if you always play some pediatric dungeons, what good will you achieve?"

As soon as the middle-aged man with the Chinese character face finished speaking, the bearded young man next to him nodded in agreement and cheered:

"Brother Zhao is right! With the strength and cooperation of the four of us, it doesn't matter even if it is a difficult dungeon? This extraordinary game will not deliberately kill people. It throws us in, so there must be hope of victory."

While the four people here were talking, Wang Zhifan and three people sitting at a table next to them also started a pre-war discussion.

None of the three of them have eaten the food or wine on the table in front of them. Wang Zhifan is leaning on one arm on the table in front of him, holding his cheek and staring at the plate of roast chicken on the table, thinking about something. Chu Wei is paying attention to the hall without leaving any trace. One of the famous players, Chen Ming, who was sitting in a wheelchair, took a jar of wine in his hand and observed the simple artistic design of this bottle of ancient wine with great interest.

"Brother Fan, Sister Chu, this bottle of wine can actually be put into the portable space!"

The wine jar in Chen Ming's hand suddenly disappeared and reappeared, and then he reminded the two people next to him.

"Hmm... Actually, these vegetables can also be put in." Wang Zhifan, who was holding his cheek with one hand next to him, quickly replied calmly. It seemed that he had already discovered this.

"Brother Fan, you have known this for a long time? When did you find out?"

Chen Ming, who was in a wheelchair, looked slightly shocked when he heard this, because he didn't even notice when Wang Zhifan conducted this kind of test.

But before Wang Zhifan could answer him, Chu Wei, who was sitting opposite Wang Zhifan, lowered her voice and spoke to them:

"This time, including the three of us, there are a total of 18 players, [-] people. This indicates that there will definitely be a lot of enemies in this dungeon."

"Hmm... I've never played a dungeon with so many people before. I probably won't be able to pass it easily this time."

After hearing this, Wang Zhifan raised his head slightly and looked at her, deeply convinced by what she said.

"This is also my first time playing this 18-player dungeon... In addition, the player level is also very important. I don't know what level the others are. If there are players above level 10, the difficulty of this dungeon may be very shocking. "

Chu Wei's face looked slightly worried when she said this. As a player with only Level 7, and two companions whose levels were lower than hers, she was a little worried that the difficulty of this dungeon would be beyond imagination.

"It's okay. If the sky falls, there will be someone tall to hold it up. We just have to do our part well."

Wang Zhifan immediately comforted Chu Wei in a calm tone. He knew that this woman had been under a lot of pressure at work recently and might have had a nervous breakdown.

"Don't worry, someone will definitely take the lead in reporting the levels soon. We just need to keep a low profile."

He went on to say that Chu Wei didn't have to worry about not knowing the levels of other players. Basically, someone would take the lead in every dungeon to count this kind of thing, so they could just wait.

Sure enough, just as Wang Zhifan expected, just 5 minutes later, a player claiming to be Lv16 stood up in the side hall and initiated the process of self-reporting his level and occupation, so that everyone could more clearly speculate on the difficulty of this dungeon. and assign their respective responsibilities.

"I am Level 14, a gunner."

"I am Level 17, Gunner."

"I'm also level 17, but my profession is a mage."

"Lv13, summon."

……

As a famous player in this hall reported his profession and level, Wang Zhifan and the other three quickly realized something bad, that is, their level was the lowest among these players!Overall it's more than 10 levels lower!

"Why... why is this happening? The average level of the three of us is less than level 5. It should be impossible to match in this kind of dungeon!"

Chu Wei's face immediately turned pale when she discovered this unconventional thing, because she felt the copy's unabashed malice towards her and others.

(End of this chapter)