The ball of light suspended above the head of the Lord of the Spirit Mirror flickered, and then slowly sucked out a black card.
Zi Wei, Huang Mao and Xiao Dao quickly gathered around and watched intently.
Ordinary cards are gold, only god cards are black.
"The power to dominate the mirror world." Zhuang Li recited the words on the card and raised an eyebrow. "No surprise at all."
Xuan Ming smiled and ruffled his hair.
The yellow-haired man screamed strangely, "Isn't it a surprise to have the power of a demigod? Sister-in-law, what exactly do you want? How are we supposed to survive?"
Zi Wei and Xiao Dao nodded in agreement.
Zhuang Li studied the card over and over again, his eyes flashing with brilliance.
"The Lord of Terror's power comes from the normal operation of the horror world, right? The more players die in it, the more energy he devours, right? On the contrary, if every game world he created was breached by players, he should quickly become weak, right?" He murmured.
Xuan Ming nodded affirmatively: "Yes."
So Zhuang Li smiled with interest.
He shook the card between his fingers and predicted, "If I use this card properly, I think I can destroy the horror game world in a very short time, and kill the Lord of Terror along the way, bringing salvation to all players, taskers, and this surface world that is gradually being swallowed by darkness."
"What?" Xuan Ming immediately looked at him with a burning gaze.
Zi Wei, Huang Mao, and Xiao Dao all held their breath. They knew that Zhuang Li never lied, and that whatever he set his mind to would succeed.
"What do you think?" Xuan Ming asked hurriedly.
The Lord of the Apocalypse and the Lord of the Spiritual Mirror are already dead. If even the Lord of Terror is wiped out, the Lord God will definitely leave the universe where he is hiding and come to this world to find out.
Without a doubt, this was a great opportunity to kill the other party! Xuan Ming originally thought that it would take him thousands or even tens of thousands of years to get such an opportunity.
"What are you going to do? Do you need our cooperation?" He clenched his fists secretly.
Zhuang Li squeezed his tense arm and said softly, "I have to go back to the lab to do some research. I'll tell you more when I get out."
"Okay, take your time to study. Don't worry. I'll go cook for you. Come out and eat when it's ready." Xuan Ming took a deep breath and gently ruffled the little devil's hair. He watched the man disappear before his eyes. He stood there for a long time before walking into the kitchen, putting on a floral apron, and starting to cook.
Tired of crying, the three members of the Mu family came down from upstairs holding hands, thanked with tears of gratitude, and stuffed a large bundle of banknotes over.
Zi Wei, Huang Mao and Xiao Dao quickly blocked the money and sent the man to the street outside, where they helped to call a taxi.
At this moment, Zi Wei received a call from Master Huoyun, who said in an unusually serious tone, "Just now, we detected that most of the players in the Dark Faction had died in an instant. Come back quickly, we need to dispatch personnel to investigate the matter.
"We have to find out what happened to them in the other world. Their bodies were covered with fatal wounds when they first appeared, but after a while, they turned into gas and disappeared. This is very strange! I suspect something even more terrifying has escaped from the other world! Come back quickly, the bureau is in desperate need of manpower!"
Zi Wei: “…”
Aren't these even scarier characters Xuanming and Zhuang Li? Those Dark Faction players must have just accepted the mission to rob and kill Zhuang Li, and then been killed by the stranded ones! Even worse, their bodies were blasted into slag by Xuanming's punch!
This is great!
"I know about this. I will come back and report to you right away." Zi Wei hung up the phone and immediately took a taxi away.
He had to let his superiors know that Zhuang Daxian was a true immortal who could save the world! Together with Xuanming, he was invincible!
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Xuan Ming placed the prepared meals on the table one by one, and then used his mind to call Zhuang Li who was in the space.
Huangmao and Xiaodao stared at the empty seat opposite.
"Killing the Lord of Terror and completely destroying the inner world has always been my biggest dream." Xiaodao said in a hoarse voice.
Every tasker is a survivor who escaped from the other world, which is a hell on earth and a nightmare they will never forget.
"It's my dream, too." For the first time, Huangmao spoke in a serious tone. He wiped his face, his eyes reddening as he thought of something. It seemed the other world had buried something very precious to him.
"Can you do it?" He leaned forward slightly and looked at Xuan Ming eagerly, his pupils full of hope.
"When has your sister-in-law ever failed? When has she ever failed to accomplish what she wanted to do?" Xuan Ming asked back.
Hearing this, Xiaodao and Huangmao both smiled with relief. Unconsciously, they had already placed their absolute trust and strong confidence in Zhuang Li.
At this moment, Zhuang Li appeared at the dinner table with two task managers in his hands.
"Can you tell the difference between these two machines?" He spread out his palm.
Xuanming and Xiaodao each took a task manager and took a closer look, only to find that they were all marked with Zhuang Li's name and displayed Zhuang Li's personal information.
"Why do you have two task managers? This thing is bound to the soul, one for each soul. It is impossible for one person to have two, unless you have two souls in one body!" Xuan Ming weighed the machine in his palm, his face full of confusion.
Xiaodao handed the extra organizer to Huangmao for inspection. Both of them were also confused.
"I don't have two souls in one body, but I can use the power of mirroring to create an identical manager." Zhuang Li held his chin with one hand and said with interest, "I just tested it. Both machines are functioning normally and receiving the same information.
"I'll copy your task manager into two, and then you can take one of them to complete the task. I'll stay in the outer world and guard the other one. I want to try to see if I can monitor your every move in real time through the copied manager while you're doing dungeons in the inner world. Now, take out your task managers."
He opened his palms.
Xuanming, Huangmao, and Xiaodao held their breath involuntarily. They finally realized what it meant for a person to have two task managers.
This is blatant cheating!
They immediately flipped their wrists, summoning their respective task managers.
Zhuang Li simply wiped their wrists and copied three identical managers, with full signal, identical content, and no difference in appearance.
"Go and clear the dungeon. I'll wait for you here. Remember, turn on the recording function as soon as you enter. I should be able to see it from here." He waved his hand.
Xuanming, Huangmao and Xiaodao immediately returned to the inner world and were absorbed into another forbidden place.
This is a maze world where every fork in the maze holds a puzzle. There are thousands of such puzzles, covering everything in the universe and challenging them to a cosmic level. Only by solving all the puzzles within seven days and finding the correct path based on the clues revealed by the puzzles can the player escape alive.
I can say responsibly that people with an IQ of less than 280 have no chance of completing the task, and such a super genius only appears one among billions of people.
In other words, the chance of a player entering this forbidden land leaving alive is one in a billion.
Without Zhuang Li's company, Xuanming, Huangmao and Xiaodao would die if they went in.
It is obvious that the Lord God arranged it this way on purpose. If Zhuang Li was also in the team, K would definitely change to another copy.
The other twelve players walked to the entrance and read the instructions on the wooden sign, their faces drained of color.
"Let's go." Xuan Ming led the way.
After walking about a hundred meters along a straight alley, they came to a fork in the road, one to the left and one to the right. In the middle of the road hung a wooden sign with the following inscription: [Please provide a proof of the Goldbach conjecture.]
This is an entry-level puzzle. Solve it and you'll get the correct clue. If you can't solve it, you'll have to choose any path. If you always choose the right path, you'll escape. If you choose the wrong path, you'll be swallowed by darkness forever after the dungeon closes.
What was the probability of choosing the right path every time out of thousands of forks in the road? Xuan Ming didn't know how to calculate the result, but he knew it was a 100% chance of death.
He turned on the video function and filmed the wooden sign. Huangmao and Xiaodao did the same.
After entering the dungeon, the communication function of the task manager will be temporarily closed. Once players get separated, they can only fend for themselves. This is to increase the difficulty of the game and to prevent cheating.
Of course, if the NPCs in the dungeon can use mobile phones, then players can also use mobile phones. However, in such a dungeon, communication between players will not reduce the difficulty at all, just like the previous Despair World.
In short, specific copies will have specific rules.
The images recorded by Xuanming could only be seen by himself. If he left this copy alive, the relevant images would disappear.
This feature is useless.
Zhuang Li, however, found it extremely useful. He picked up the Xuanming Task Manager he had copied and saw a video playing on the screen, showing two forked roads and a wooden plank.
Xiaodao and Huangmao’s task managers were also playing the same picture.
After reading the words on the wooden board, Zhuang Li smiled, wrote down the argument process on a piece of paper, and then turned on the video recording function of the task manager to record the several pages of paper.
Not long after, Xuan Ming saw two windows pop up in his task manager. The window on the left showed the pictures he had taken, and the window on the right showed the pictures taken by Zhuang Li.
Zhuang Li's previous guess was correct! The two task managers indeed possessed identical functions, operating simultaneously in different time and space. This was a massive bug! Just as the twin brothers, the Lord of Terror and the Lord of the Spiritual Mirror, possessed telepathy, the objects created by their divine powers also possessed the ability to sense each other.
This is really amazing!
Huangmao and Xiaodao didn't know that Zhuang Li had already passed the answer to them, and were currently studying the puzzle on the wooden sign.
Huangmao asked, "What is the Goldbach conjecture?"
Xiaodao shrugged: "You ask me, who should I ask?"
The other twelve players: "..." Oh well! We can't count on these two guys! They can't even understand the questions!
A sixteen-year-old girl stood in front of the wooden board and said in a trembling voice, "Proving the Goldbach conjecture is just an entry-level puzzle. How are we going to solve the puzzle at the fork below? It's over! We're doomed!"
Her companion suppressed her fear and asked, "Is this question difficult?"
"No one has solved the Goldbach conjecture yet. Do you think it's difficult?" The girl pointed at the maze dome and said desperately, "So, even if we bring in everyone in the world and pool the wisdom of billions of people, we still can't solve this problem!"
Hearing this, her companions almost collapsed.
They knew that the first choice was always the most important! One of these two forks in the road would inevitably lead to death! If they didn't know the answer and chose randomly, they would only have a 50% chance of survival. The next fork in the road would halve again, and the next one would halve again, and the next one would halve again... After several forks in the road, their chance of survival would approach zero!
Therefore, choosing a random path will definitely lead to death. The only way to survive is to solve all the puzzles!
But this way of survival is built above the clouds, and no one can reach it!
The girl is already a genius with an IQ of 180, but she can't even pass the first level!
It’s over!
These two big blood-red words appeared in everyone's mind.
At this moment, Xuan Ming stepped forward, picked up the chalk placed under the wooden board, and wrote out lines of formulas in a fluent manner.
Huangmao and Xiaodao, who didn't know what was going on: "..." Damn, is the boss possessed by the sister-in-law?
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