Chapter 234

To play this game of chess, one must exert mental power to control the pieces throughout the entire process, and to create the identities of the pieces and integrate them into the rules. It is not as simple as just picking up the pieces and placing them on the chessboard.

Judging from Theseus's precarious state, probably no one would have guessed that he still had the strength to play chess.

Xie Xubai suspected that he was up to something, so he frowned and looked over. He saw Theseus withdraw his hand, his arm trembling, his face pale, grabbing the armrest and trying to sit back.

Unexpectedly, he collapsed from exhaustion.

It seemed that the action just now had exhausted all the strength he had accumulated.

Theseus's blood stained the black pieces, and in the blink of an eye, it was completely absorbed by the black pieces, giving them a bright sheen.

The chessboard seemed to be triggered by some kind of chain reaction, with violent ripples spreading outwards in circles. In the darkness, Xie Xubai heard a sharp, crisp sound.

Something broke!

Xie Xubai lowered his head as if he had something in mind, and his gaze sharpened slightly for a moment.

The chessboard world he observed suddenly changed, visually resembling a split-screen tablet, being divided in two.

On the left is instance 333, where the Soul-Dividing Banquet is held, and on the right is another group of players climbing the tower, most of whom are unfamiliar faces.

The broken thing was actually a spatial barrier in the game instance!

If we compare the instances to rooms with their doors tightly shut, then the spatial barriers between them are like walls that seal them off on all four sides.

This barrier is part of the game's underlying code, and as long as it exists, players cannot cross over to another instance.

Similarly, Xie Xubai did not have the "open door" permission, so Theseus could only place his pieces in the same instance as Xu Ji and his team at the start of the game.

It is impossible to observe and intervene in other instances, nor is it possible to significantly expand the number of God's Chosen.

Now, Theseus has actually taken the initiative to break this factor that was unfavorable to him?

No.

Xie Xubai did not believe that the other party would be so "naive" as to aid the enemy.

Just then, he heard another deafening crack, and yet another spatial barrier shattered!

Xie Xubai suddenly became alert.

He didn't know how many players were still in the instance or how many instances existed, but he was certain that if the spatial barriers continued to break and everyone gathered in the same instance, the final situation would definitely become uncontrollable!

Theseus braced himself, slipped several times, and finally managed to squeeze into the chair with difficulty.

He looked at Xie Xubai, his eyes blurred with sweat, making it impossible to discern his emotions. His lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but he closed them and gave a forced smile.

The smile was strange, somewhere between admiration and a malicious urge to see Xie Xubai suffer.

Like fragments of light and shadow created by the collision of city night and neon lights, neither completely dark nor purely bright.

Theseus, unable to speak, transmitted his thoughts with great interest: "Between you and the system, whoever wins, let me see your skills..."

Only the winner is qualified to continue playing against me...

His consciousness gradually faded.

Theseus closed his blood-stained eyes, rested his head against the back of the chair, and his breathing and chest movements were so faint as to be almost nonexistent. He was quiet and still, as if he had fallen asleep.

This seems like a good opportunity to invade the other party's consciousness.

Xie Xubai looked at Theseus calmly and silently, a wisp of golden light appearing between his fingertips.

"..."

A few seconds later, he closed his palms.

The golden light, like the tail of a shooting star, lingered in the air before dissipating completely.

In Xie Xubai's blind spot, Theseus's fingers, hidden under his cloak, suddenly loosened, and the tense black and red spiritual energy vanished.

Theseus had half his face hidden in his cloak, his lips twitching as he smiled numbly and distortedly.

He didn't even know who he was laughing at; he was just muttering to himself in a daze.

Heh, a saint...

Oh, saint...

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The player walked on and on until he realized that the person beside him was missing.

Xu Ji asked in surprise, "Where did that young man named White go?"

After the game restarted, the Apostle Guild underwent a major reshuffle. The First Apostle had long been replaced by another person, and only a small number of people who had preserved their memories knew about the young commander's deeds, which were considered top secret.

Therefore, in the eyes of his teammates, White is a mysterious big shot who doesn't talk much but has an exceptionally strong aura. His origins and strength are unknown. He seems to have been the leader of the apostles in the past, which makes them feel awe.

With Yan Shuo's help to interfere with their cognition, they were unaware that Yan Chuyi and White were actually Xie Xubai's split souls.

Like Hill, Stephen was of similar strength to Xie Xubai when they met, and they were extremely familiar with each other, so he was able to recognize the other's split soul at a glance.

But after Yan Shuo appeared, they could no longer distinguish him so easily.

Subsequently, Xie Xubai's progress in becoming a god increased by 78%, and his divine power reached a new level. Stephen didn't even notice when Xie Xubai left.

Even though Stephen was used to Xie Xubai's abnormal growth rate, he couldn't help but sigh that this guy was practically a walking bug.

He looked at Chu Yi with his eyes, who told everyone to calm down: "It's nothing, he just went ahead to meet the person we're looking for."

"Who?" Stephen suddenly realized. "You mean, the lamb?"

.

The twelfth apostle, codenamed "The Silent Lamb," was originally from Poland, had brown hair and blue eyes, and was the youngest of the twelve chosen apostles.

Compared to the other apostles who have a wide variety of attack methods, the twelfth apostle only has a few low-damage offensive skills.

However, he was able to easily pass those screening tests that drove Stephen to the brink of collapse, and his pass rate has remained consistently high to date.

After the game restarted, the Twelfth Apostle participated in the dungeon twice before the start of the "Game House" trial.

A single A-level Ghost King dungeon run set a new record for the fastest completion time in the Americas region, boosting the live stream's popularity to unprecedented heights.

He called out to the astrologer on camera, requesting an in-person meeting.

The astrologer disagrees.

The second S-rank Ghost King dungeon has broken the record for the highest dungeon rating in the European region. It has alarmed well-known guilds controlled by major politicians, and the amount of discussion on the forums has skyrocketed, with its popularity soaring overnight!

In front of the live broadcast camera, the boy, sporting two huge dark circles under his eyes, listlessly raised the newly made top-grade rare prop in his hand and made a statement.

—Whoever can help him find the [Astrologer] will receive all the top-tier items he obtains from clearing dungeons free of charge.

As soon as the news spread, the secret divination booth where the astrologer earned pocket money was overwhelmed by customers who had previously flocked there within just half an hour, and it almost exploded.

The astrologer was so harassed that he couldn't do his daily business and had no choice but to reluctantly meet with the twelfth apostle in private.

Putting aside the fact that the Twelfth Apostle never went into the dungeon again after that, and how much those who dared to offend the Astrologer hated him, the sheer strength displayed by the Twelfth Apostle alone was enough to make all the viewers worship him to the point of prostration.

Later, some people noticed that the twelfth apostle had a delicate and beautiful face, which was quite distinctive. They discovered that he was suspected to be a descendant of a once-famous but now-declining royal family, which made them even more excited, and they all clicked to follow him.

Just as the dungeon was in full swing, a notification popped up on the live stream page that someone had logged in.

—The twelfth apostle, [Little Sheep], has actually started a live stream!

Immediately, a group of viewers from other continents rushed into the live broadcast room with shouts.

But things are different now. This instance carries the hopes of all the players, so they have toned it down a bit and are not as unrestrained as before.

Little lamb, which floor are you on now?

You shouldn't ask that question; the streamer can't see the comments.

: Fuck system, outrageous restrictions.

Where is the lamb? It looks familiar.

It looks like a teleportation portal to the tower.

God, there are so many corpses around him!

In the live stream, the tower access tunnel was clean and quiet, with sunlight shining on the metal walls and reflecting a faint white light.

An eight-year-old boy sat on the ground, hugging a doll. He had a soft cushion under him, which he had found somewhere. His eyes were slightly closed, and his head was nodding as if he was dozing off.

Around him lay countless people, their faces filthy, their appearance fierce, their twisted limbs covered in tattered steel armor.

No, calling them people isn't quite right, because those guys all had animal heads and human bodies.

They weren't corpses; they were still alive. Their chests were moving.

NPC? What's their role?

I just came from the First Apostle's live stream; they must be the rebels.

Look at their armor, it's tattered and doesn't fit properly; it was all taken from the corpses of regular soldiers.

Why is the little lamb trying to stop these rebels? If we put them up there, they will join forces with other royals to overthrow the Black King's rule, and climbing the tower will be much easier.

Yes, that's what I see other live streams do.

Just then, a deafening cheer suddenly erupted from the side!

The audience from the outer continent twitched their brows and turned to look. Sure enough, it was the same group of monkeys from the middle continent cheering again. They instantly frowned and looked impatient.

"My God, what are they screaming about? Don't they know it's noisy?"

"I heard that a deity named 'Xie Xubai' appeared in the dungeon of a certain streamer in the Central Continent region. That deity helped them clear the dungeon many times."

"What's so exciting? Our god-level players don't need any divine intervention; they can easily clear the levels on their own!"

"Hahahaha, as far as I know, the Central Continent region is being targeted by the system for violating the rules, so there are hardly any god-level players left. They almost got wiped out in the A-level Ghost King dungeon. Let's have pity on these weak and incompetent guys."

The audience in the Central District nearby heard their laughter and their anger surged.

Little did they know that those people were deliberately provoking them. If the viewers from the Central Continent region impulsively attacked them, they would be violating the rules of the live streaming area. Reporting this to the system would earn them reporting points, and they could expel the Central Continent people they disliked.

Those around them quickly pulled the spectator from Zhongzhou back, their smug and arrogant demeanor infuriating.

Someone suddenly spotted their live stream, noted down the ID, and silently searched for the live stream, almost bursting into laughter.

When he shared his discovery with everyone, the others grinned, their eyes filled with pity and ridicule as they looked at the group of clowns.

Laugh, laugh all you want.

—No matter how strong or powerful your apostles are, they won't kneel or admit defeat when they see our people. He's this one (thumbs up).

Several audience members from other continents didn't know why, but they inexplicably felt looked down upon.

But the audience from the Central Continent region said nothing, their mocking expressions leaving them hanging, unable to get angry or take action, leaving them with a frustrating feeling of punching cotton.

In the live stream, the Polish boy with brown curly hair suddenly opened his eyes, raised his eyelashes, and asked without warning, "Where is Xie Xubai, the one you're talking about?"

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Hey little lamb? Are you asking us? Can you even see our comments?

The live stream chat exploded instantly, since it was unheard of for a streamer to be able to see the comments!

The boy's eyes reflected the dazzling barrage of comments, revealing a numbness that seemed detached from the world.

He only raised his eyes slightly, expressionless, when the access road to the tower opened from the outside and someone walked in.

Upon seeing this, he froze in place as if a pause button had been pressed, his pupils trembling slightly.