After I became the infinite flow boss

In the suburbs of Lostan City, in these dozen lunatic asylums, thousands of players were transformed into characters in the dungeon. When they opened their eyes, they found themselves in the ward, being detained layer by layer.

Player Hitt, who was born in the 48th plane and a special contracted anchor of the infinite system, was also in one of the wards.

He looked around and quickly broke free from the detention suit, and muttered as if he was talking to a group of people.

"Damn it, why am I so unlucky."

The player of the 48th plane on the other side of the line replied.

"The anchor was the first to bear the brunt. I just found that people from our 48th plane were dragged in one after another. I never expected that you were among them!"

The players in the live broadcast room were local players of the 48th plane. They have not been dragged into [Beautiful Hell] yet, but they will be soon. Now the players of the 48th plane are in danger, searching for props everywhere, and joining the strong or the big union.

Most of the ordinary casual players, especially the new players, are helpless in the face of the impending disaster. No matter where they go, no strong people will want them, let alone prepare props in advance. They are lucky enough as long as they can ensure that they will not be robbed.

Therefore, some of them can only find a sense of belonging on the forum. [Human Trial] is inevitable, and it is useless to work hard now, so it is better to relax.

These players found Hitt's [Beautiful Hell] live broadcast room, and then their eyes lit up.

[Human Trial] itself is impossible to play outside, but Hitt has a special contract with the Infinite System. No matter what copy he is in, the Infinite System can record his live broadcast.

As a result, thousands of netizens follow Hitt's live broadcast room. Prepare for a rainy day. Although you may not survive, at least you can understand what is inside [Beautiful Hell] first, so as not to die without a complete body once you enter. Almost all netizens think so.

"Host, now is the third level, you have to hold on to the end, the exploration of intelligence depends on you! Hope of plane number 48"

"Hit, handsome guy, hurry up, with the support of hundreds of thousands of our netizens, you will definitely pass the level successfully, kick the top 100 on the infinite list, punch the final boss, it's up to you!"

"Quickly give a reward to handsome guy Hit, if nothing else, the blood volume must be filled up in real time"

Hit heard these words and sighed in his heart. If possible, who would want to come to such a ghost place. But the persona he has always maintained in the live broadcast room is cool, even in this situation, he doesn't really want to expose his true character.

At this moment, a subtle sound came from the originally quiet floor.

Hit activated the [Listen] skill and carefully listened to the information outside. He seemed to hear someone coming down from the upper floor, opening the doors of the rooms one by one, and then there was the sound of human bodies hitting the ground and the sound of searching for things in the room.

The dead person in the room was undoubtedly a player, so the murderer was either a more brutal player or a level monster, not a level boss.

Hit wanted to be optimistic about this situation, but strange things happened from time to time in his room from the beginning. With his years of experience in dungeons, he sensed that there must be a death mechanism in the room he was in. Once he triggered the conditions, he would definitely die immediately.

This should be the reason why the nearby players could not easily walk out of the ward. They were all facing the threat of death.

This building is very strange. If you go out without any preparation, you will definitely encounter some indescribable existence. However, it is dangerous not to go out now.

Hit activated the [Mental Calmness] skill, approached the iron door of the ward in the state of [Level 3 Breath Concealment], and secretly looked outside from a particularly tricky angle.

The players in the live broadcast room saw that he was so cautious, and they said well, and smashed him with many breath concealment props.

He only had these advantages, but the players in the live broadcast room were unreliable at critical moments, and they couldn't come to the scene to help him. Just smashing the props was a big help to him. For the outside players who would be dragged into the [Human Trial] sooner or later, props were limited property, and any one of them might be fatal in the future.

The wind outside gradually grew louder, and Hitt held his breath and adjusted his sight angle. He finally saw an open door. Just now, a humanoid creature in white walked in, but he didn't see the specific appearance of the other party.

Is it a player or a dungeon boss? If it is a player, this person hunted the player at the beginning. Isn't he afraid that the hidden mechanism of the level will take his life? Or is this person so fierce that he can ignore the dungeon mechanism?

Hitt frowned, his heart seemed to be in his throat, and his hair stood up.

"Host, activate the [Visual Barrier] quickly. If the other party is a cognitive trigger monster, you will be miserable. The first step of this level is to keep your spirit, and physical defense is not the most necessary!" Someone in the live broadcast room strongly suggested.

Hit immediately added several mental protection buffs such as [White Gift] and [Mental Protection Wall] to himself.

Half a second later, the heavy sound of a human body hitting the ground was heard in the room.

"Help, what on earth is that white shadow? He is coming over here!" Hit was shocked.

"You will definitely die if you stay in the room, anchor, open the door and run before it comes out. People have come here, they are either lunatics or monsters, we can't just sit there and wait to die!" the netizen shouted.

Hit grasped the door handle tightly, but when he looked down, he saw that the back of his hand was covered with strange blood writing. This was not an illusion caused by the black mist, but a real change.

He is now protected by the [Mental Calmness] skill, otherwise he would feel fear just by seeing this pile of strange words, which would lead to even more terrifying changes.

He could hear that the players in several nearby rooms had died unconsciously, and there was no sound of breathing. Why? It's because of this unconscious subtle change.

That NPC in a suit is really not kidding, [Black Mist] has not only sneaked into this planet, but also into all materials on this planet, including the human body. The moment each of these players comes to this level, each of them is burdened with a devil. Once their will is not firm, or their mental protection is not strong enough, they will die in less than a second.

Fortunately, Hit added a mental buff to himself the moment he opened his eyes, otherwise he would have died long ago. This level will 80% kill almost all low-level players at the beginning, and non-high-level players will not even be able to pass the beginning.

Hit thought deeply for a while, and his eyes suddenly became firm. He decided to rush out when the black shadow came out to kill the person in the next room!

However, the next second, something amazing happened.

The figure that opened the door and walked out was not white, but black! Hit's pupils shrank suddenly.

Why are you dressed in black? Weren't you dressed in white just now? Have you changed your clothes? No, this person's voice is different from the one just now. It should be a different person. Could it be that the player in the room killed the player in white? Hit's breathing quickened when he thought of this possibility.

Things are taking a turn for the better!

Hit's thoughts flashed through his mind for a second.

I saw that the humanoid creature in black coat suddenly turned around and looked directly at his position with a pair of blue eyes.

Damn it! The moment their eyes met, Hit was so frightened that he squatted down with his head in his hands, his back pressed against the iron door. The bloody words all over his body turned into blood worms, and the blood worms began to eat his flesh and burrow into his blood vessels. If he hadn't added several layers of mental defense in advance, just that one blow would have killed him suddenly.

"I'll go, host, are you okay? Get some more buffs. This level is too outrageous."

"Oh my god... what did we just see? Who took a screenshot? Is that a person? The moment he looked over just now, my heart palpitated even when I was not in the dungeon, and I almost died of fear."

"You are not alone! Mom, I told you that the power of the monsters in [Human Trial] is terrifying. I didn't expect that it could be affected even outside the live broadcast!"

"Huh? He's not necessarily a monster. At least he looks like a human. Maybe he's a powerful player. Should the host consider hugging him?"

"You are poisonous. If it is a copy monster, why don't you let the host hug the thigh of a copy monster and die on the spot?"

"But if this continues, the anchor will be in danger. The buff is not omnipotent, and there is no telling how long it will last. If the anchor rushes alone, he will be eaten by insects after only taking a few steps. It is better to gamble that the other party is also looking for it. Fellow player!”

In just a few seconds, the live broadcast room became noisy.

However, Hit's mind was in a state of confusion, as if he was possessed by a ghost. His head was heating up, and his thoughts were gradually becoming confused. The faint blue color at the moment of looking at each other filled his sea of ​​consciousness, almost overwhelming all his consciousness.

Fortunately, someone in the live broadcast room rewarded him with a god-level prop [Wubai Gift].

After Hitt subconsciously used the props, he finally recovered a little, and the blood worms eating on his body turned back into blood characters.

"...I, I just saw something." Hit's face turned red and he kept panting, as if he had been frightened into this situation for the first time in his life.

"Calm down. It doesn't matter whether the opponent is a human or a demon. The question is whether you can survive him." A player who rewarded god-level items posted a message.

Hit could tell at a glance that the other party was very human. Nonsense, how could a player who could reward someone with god-level items at this time be a normal person.

So, he immediately said: "Boss! Please guide me!"

"Use your perception and listen to the sounds around you. The information that can be conveyed in the live broadcast room is limited. I don't know more than you do, but judging from the current situation, the other party is not aggressive at least on the surface."

Hit quickly adjusted back to his normal state. While activating high-intensity [Listening], he tried to observe the situation outside through the bars.

The humanoid creature in black was still standing there, barely moving, as if thinking about something. It took a few seconds before he finally made any movement.

Walked straight in his direction.

"Mom!" Hit could no longer care about his face.

"Calm down, if the enemy is the escape boss, you will die a hundred times if you do this."

at the same time.

"..."

Beiheng's sight penetrated the wall and saw the situation of players on the entire floor.

Just now, a player appeared in the room who wanted to enter and rob. The player was wearing white clothes and looked very fierce. However, he died as soon as he entered the room. To be precise, he was swallowed by the black mist because he was too frightened.

When Bei Heng went out, he closed the door of the ward.

Then he turned around and saw Hit, who was more than a dozen rooms away from the opposite side.

A tiny human with a lot of buffs added to his body.

Beifeng thought carefully, and then walked in that direction, passing other wards step by step.

The bodies of the players who died of the strange changes in the room suddenly twitched when he passed by. The blood words soaked their flesh and blood deep into their bones and even their genes. The whites of their eyes were all stained black, and their bodies underwent different degrees of strange changes.

They started with no expression, but soon their expressions became fierce. Like mad beasts, they suddenly slammed into the iron door and kept attacking. Those who could stretch out their hands stretched out their hands. They seemed to be desperately trying to grab something, trying their best to touch that existence.

Some people were crying and screaming.

Some people were groaning, as if they were in a very painful state, eager for salvation.

"Ahhh——"

"——, my father, I miss you so much, I've been waiting for you for a long time, woooooo!"

"My father, please look at me, please love me, please love me forever!"

"Ahhh, don't go, please stay by my side forever!"

"Ahhh, we will always respect and love you, anyone who hurts you deserves death! All deserves death!"

Some of them shouted out, their expressions were extremely crazy and distorted to the extreme, the pulling of skin and flesh had reached the point of deformation, and anyone who saw this scene would not think that they were still human.

However, such an extremely painful howl sounded inexplicably harmonious from a certain angle, like the prayer sound in the church.

While this scene was bloody and terrifying, it also revealed a completely heterogeneous sense of sacredness, which reminded people of the temple paved with countless flesh and blood, and the throne built with heavy bones.

In this unattainable desire, it seemed to expose a kind of extreme pull between divinity and evil.

At this time, all witnesses were chilled to the soul.

Hitt's scalp was numb and his whole body was covered with goosebumps.

There was a silence in the live broadcast room. Almost everyone was scared. They felt an unprecedented fear in their hearts and felt a primitive tremor in the depths of their souls.

"Anchor... Is it too late for you to commit suicide now?"

"I, I..."

Maybe just now, Hitt still hoped that the opponent might be a player, but now after witnessing such an outrageous scene, there is only one answer left. The opponent is a real copy monster, and it is a monster among monsters. Even among all the monsters in the infinite world, the opponent is absolutely heterogeneous!

It's over.

The buffs of mental protection were wiped out one by one. Hitt's spirit was almost collapsed. He accidentally pushed open his door and fell to the ground, leaning against the wall like a dead body.

However, the situation in front of him was in sharp contrast to his despair. Those real dead bodies screamed with all their might, madly craving for hope, and their eyes were fixed on the humanoid creature that came over, their eyes were bloodshot, restrained and impulsive.

What a ridiculous scene, but it happened so naturally.

"They are all crazy." Desperate Hitt held his head and trembled, as if he was suddenly caught by death while desperately escaping.

"..."

Bei Heng lowered his eyes and glanced at Hitt in front of him, and then noticed the abnormal situation around him.

They were still crying and screaming, and still desperately reaching out.

"Ah, my father, I love you——"

"They will all die, those who disobey you will die!"

"Please, look at me, look at me!"

However, Bei Heng glanced at the situation on both sides, and his eyes did not stay on anyone.

This may also be a kind of fraternity, although it is too heterogeneous.

Bei Heng's eyes sank slightly, as if he thought of something, slowly raised his hand, raised his index finger, and said in a gentle tone as if coaxing a child:

"Be good, be quiet, there is important work."

Before he finished speaking, in just a moment, the whole floor was quiet.

Outside the live broadcast screen, the player who had just rewarded the god-level props stood up straight in horror.

The author has something to say: I changed the cover to a new one, muah!

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Thanks to the little angels who irrigated the nutrient solution: Yingbao Oni-chan 12 bottles; Miss Jiazi, Mr. Waste 10 bottles; Baicaoyan 5 bottles; Qiuye, Gongzi Yu, redundant, Weisla, Beibei 1 bottle;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!