I am really not the villain BOSS of the game!

Chapter 248 Dungeon Death Punishment
how so? !

Anros was shocked in his heart, but it didn't show on his face, except that his pupils shrank slightly.

In the memory copy, the character played by the players is usually a real person in that memory.

Replace this person, experience the past history, and rewrite the determined ending.

but.

Why is the name of the character he plays now so similar to the name of the game in his previous life?

Is it just a coincidence?

Under the puzzled gaze of Samuel and other teammates, Anlos pulled out the sword from his waist and looked at his face through the reflection of the sword.

That familiar face completely eliminated the possibility of "coincidence".

The delicate eyebrows and black curly hair were exactly the face of Anlos in his previous life.

Hey, he's so handsome.

Inexplicably, Anlos felt that this face was somewhat similar to him in this life.

It seems like what it will look like when you grow up.

[Introduction to role-playing roles]

[Your name is "Asgard", you are one of the wizards who came to solve the nightmare invasion of the Red Rose Empire, and you are old acquaintances with Samuel and others]

[You are a wizard of the School of Life, and your dungeon-limited skills are: Creation of the Mouth of Evil Eating, Hermit of the Moon, and Dance of the Circle Sword Skills]

[Create the Mouth of Evil: Spend at least 100 mana points to create a creature named "The Mouth of Evil" to attack the target]

Yes, it was one of the skills he had in his previous life.

This is fine.

It doesn't even take time to adapt to the skill, Anlos can master it immediately.

[Copy Difficulty: A]

[Requirements for clearance: Survive to the end and witness the truth of the group’s destruction]

[Special mission: not triggered (need to clear the normal ending first)]

[The copy has a built-in save point, you can go back after death, and each time you go back, the erosion rate will be increased by 10%]

[When the erosion is too high, you may not be able to wake up from the nightmare]

It seems quite simple.

As long as you survive to the end, it seems like you can easily clear the dungeon even if you don't do anything.

But Anlos knows that the simpler the terms, the more stringent the hidden requirements.

After all, these powerful wizards were all destroyed in the end.

This nightmare must be full of dangers.

Just as Anros was thinking, the dwarf named Mumu suddenly burst out:

"What on earth are you thinking about?!"

The shouts echoed around, and Anros turned his head and saw an angry face.

"Ever since you entered the nightmare, you have been haunted!"

"What we have to face is a nightmare created by one of the seven nightmare lords! If we are not careful, we will all die!"

"Do you understand or not?!"

Mother Dwarf yelled, her cheeks turning red.

Don't rush yet.

Because you are dead.

Anlos thought about this and almost laughed.

It seems that the stereotype of dwarves with bad tempers cannot be changed.

"Hahaha!"

The atmosphere was tense, but the strong man Thor didn't notice it at all, laughing and jokingly said:
"Tsk, tsk, tsk~ It seems that Asgard, who we usually don't fear, is actually a coward~"

"If you want to quit now, it's still not too late~"

Such a careless look almost made my mother angry to death.

He was about to get angry when Samuel suddenly glanced at him.

Those amber eyes were like those of a lion, exuding an irresistible pressure!

"."

Mumu froze and reluctantly closed her mouth.

"Ah."

On the side, Hela, a woman in black skirt, sneered mockingly.

Under Mother's glare, he took a puff of the pipe carelessly.

Wizards really have their own personalities.

Anlos thought.

They were able to gather together probably because of their powerful leader, Samuel Louis.

"As," the commander said to Anros, "if you are unwell, it is better to withdraw from this crusade."

"What we are facing is a nightmare created by one of the seven nightmare lords, the lord who represents lust."

"Even if you don't directly face the lord himself, it's still dangerous enough."

Yes, they are not confronting the lustful painter.

If the Lustful Painter takes action himself, the empire will be destroyed in an instant, and there will be no way for the wizard to clear it out.

This nightmare is just a trace left by the lustful painter who "stretched out" after a long period of sleep.

Samuel: "As Mother said, it's possible for everyone to die because of one person's mistake."

"."

Anlos was silent for a moment, and then suddenly smiled.

Pointing to Samuel, he said:

"If I said that everyone here will die, will you continue to move forward?"

This statement came out.

The atmosphere suddenly became stagnant.

Samuel looked at the smiling "Asgard" in surprise.

From his smile, Samuel saw something evil like a devil.

The reason for saying this seems to be just to disturb people's hearts.

【warn! Don’t tell people from the past about the future! 】

[Erosion increased by 10%]

A bright red dazzling large character appeared across Anros' eyes, and he immediately felt a pain in his brain, as if he had been pricked by a steel needle.

It's just, this level of punishment.

For Anlos, who has long been accustomed to illness, it is not worth mentioning.

It seems that the rules have not changed.

You cannot interfere with the past as someone from the future.

Even if this is just a fragmented memory.

Of course, Anlos had committed suicide like this in his previous life, and this rule had long been known to the players.

He just had a bad taste and wanted to give it a try.

Facing the vigilant gazes of his companions, Anlos smiled lightly and said, "It's just a joke to lighten the atmosphere."

"Let's start the strategy quickly."

With that said, Anlos took the lead and walked forward.

"."

A few seconds later, a loud laugh broke the silence:
"Hahaha! As is still so confusing!"

"Well, it's just the usual Asi!"

The strong man Thor bared his big teeth and followed Anlos' footsteps.

"Tsk, I hope he won't get in the way."

Mother Dwarf said anxiously, clutching the recorder tightly.

As for Hela, she looked at her fingernails indifferently and murmured: "Let's finish it quickly. I still have a dinner party to attend to."

She glanced at Samuel with her narrow eyes and said, "Aren't you leaving? The genius of the empire."

".Haha, here it comes."

Samuel smiled, but did not deny the title of "Genius of the Empire".

He raised his feet and stepped forward, a dark glow flashed across his amber eyes that reflected Anlos' figure.

The starting point of the nightmare is a snowfield painted with paint.

A path trodden by people winds forward, leading to a pure white cathedral.

Anlos is very familiar with this church.

It is the cathedral where the coffin of the lustful painter is stored, and the place where the final battle takes place.

However, now, the church is different from the impression.

A little more "human".

There are many figures among the tombstones.

Anros squinted his eyes, unable to see clearly through the wind and snow.

"A nun painted with paint," said Samuel.

His amber eyes were shining, looking straight ahead, seemingly unconstrained by distance and wind and snow. ——The eyes are pretty good.

Anlos thought to himself, guessing that Samuel's original ability was related to his eyes.

"That church should be the core of the nightmare." Samuel said, "The key to clearing the nightmare lies in it."

"We approach slowly and don't disturb them."

With that said, Samuel led everyone and walked cautiously towards the cathedral.

Quite a leader's temperament.

Anlos followed them and followed the winding path to the edge of the forest.

About a hundred meters away from the cemetery and the cathedral.

What appeared before everyone's eyes was a scene like a moving oil painting.

I saw abstract nuns painted with paint, busy in the open space in front of the church.

Some are wiping tombstones with rags, some are drying clothes, and some are even chopping firewood, which is full of life.

It seems that they are monsters created and given life in the short moment when the lustful painter woke up.

Samuel nodded to Mother Dwarf.

The latter obviously received some kind of signal, picked up the recorder he had been holding in his palm, and played:

"—"

Surprisingly, no sound was made.

Only breath sounds come out.

No.

Anlos soon realized that it was not "no sound", but the range of sounds that humans could not hear.

Then, several insects the size of rice grains flew out of Mumu's collar.

After lingering around my mother for a few times, I flew towards the church.

When flying, it is silent.

If he hadn't looked carefully, Anlos would have found it difficult to spot them.

Great for reconnaissance.

Is the bug user an interesting branch of wizards?

Anlos thought that Mumu might be from the School of Spells.

Because insects are not conjured out of thin air, Mumu is the "commander" among them.

"."

While waiting for the flying insects to come back, Mom looked very anxious.

In the ice and snow, he was actually sweating and biting his nails.

Inadvertently, meeting Anros's gaze, Mother growled:
"What are you looking at? Do your job -"

He didn't finish his sentence.

In an instant, Mum's eyes suddenly bulged!

Then, he strangled his throat tightly, as if he couldn't breathe!
"Crack, click!"

He let out a painful breath, and thick and bright red liquid rushed out of his mouth, covering his clothes and dripping on the snow.

Not blood, but paint.

Pungent paint.

"."

This sudden change caught everyone by surprise.

Until a soft snort broke the daze.

"hehe."

Anlos burst out laughing, looked down at his sister who was struggling painfully on the ground, tilted his head, and chuckled:

"Is this retribution?"

Using others as a punching bag to vent your anxious retribution.

"."

The three Samuels stared at Anlos in shock.

A flash of surprise and interest flashed in the eyes of Hela, the girl in black skirt.

next second.

Samuel came back to his senses, glanced at Anlos complicatedly, and then pressed his palm fiercely on his mother's forehead, his eyes bursting with dazzling light.

An illusory eye shape appeared on Mum's forehead.

"Well?!"

But then, Samuel suddenly widened his eyes and murmured in shock:
"There is no room for change in the future of mortality? This is impossible!"

Hearing this, Anlos subconsciously thought that Samuel had seen the end of their group being destroyed.

But then, Anlos reacted.

What Samuel is talking about should be Mother's "this death", and there is no room for turning around.

Therefore, Anlos speculated that Samuel should be of the prophetic school.

Destiny is like a spider's thread, different choices will lead to different futures.

Samuel's ability should be to "choose the future he wants" and "seize the direction of destiny."

It sounds awesome at first, but it is actually true.

Although there are definitely many limitations, such as that he did not expect that Mumu would be attacked, he can still be called a "genius of the empire".

For now, Samuel says there is "nothing to reverse" about Mumu's death.

It means——

"He triggered the death penalty."

Anros spoke.

The calm voice echoed in the dead forest.

It seemed that Mum's death was just an interesting puzzle in his eyes.

--madman! ! !
The strong man Thor yelled in his heart, but he didn't say it out loud like he did before.

Because he was afraid.

He was afraid that he would be like his mother.

"Retribution".

If fellow wizards can sincerely call him "madman", Anlos is probably an outlier among the outliers.

".died."

Samuel's heavy words made the atmosphere fall to the bottom again.

The genius of the empire gently hugged the already cold Mother and stood up with a gloomy expression.

He took a long breath, then looked at Anros and said, "You are right, he must have triggered the death penalty."

Death penalty.

A mechanism in nightmare copies.

It often appears in decrypted dungeons. Due to the rules, after the player takes a certain action or touches an item, it will lead to direct death.

As a player, Anlos only found it interesting to explore the dungeon mechanism while constantly dying.

Whether it is a simple monster-killing dungeon or a decrypted dungeon like this, he likes it very much.

But
The punishment of death is probably quite terrifying for an NPC with only one life.

No wonder, it was a copy made by one of the seven nightmare lords.

It's really extremely dangerous.

Anros felt the aura of fear permeating his whole body, and the corners of his mouth curled up imperceptibly.

"Ever since Mom entered the nightmare, she has only carried out the action of 'reconnaissance'." Samuel said solemnly, "Could it be that the rule of death is 'reconnaissance'? Why?"

Samuel stared straight at Anlos and said:
"What do you have in mind, As?"

Anlos thought for a moment, spread his hands and said, "I think it's 'reconnaissance'. Because not long after he sent out the flying insects, they died suddenly."

"And the way of death is obviously the style of a lustful painter."

Anlos pointedly glanced at Sister, who was "choked to death" by the thick paint.

"Perhaps." Anlos rolled his eyes, "Is it because of the 'investigation' that affected the activities of the nuns?"

"Yes."

A voice answered.

However, everyone present remained silent.

The ground was brushed, and several people suddenly turned their heads and looked at the source of the sound in surprise.

They saw a well-built nun walking towards them through the white snow.

And no one noticed her existence.

"A true nun should not do such rude things as spying on others."

"Should be punished."

The visitor stopped in front of a few people. He was about 1.9 meters tall, like a wall.

The inorganic eyes painted with paint and surrounded by wrinkles looked down at the few people coldly and greedily.

In the dead silence, the tall oil painting nun grinned stiffly and said hoarsely and lowly:
"Welcome, new sisters, to the Church of our Lord."

(End of this chapter)