"I look up at the sky, and the sky looks down at us."
Another month has passed, and the day of the S-class ghost story world's arrival has arrived once again.
Jiang Ran sat in the car heading towards the portal to the world of ghost stories, his eyes closed in deep thought.
After completing the previous world, Jiang Ran obtained a fairly powerful talent. Thinking about Bates's inexplicable words, and considering that this ability was strong enough, he figured that changing his talent after each completion would be no different from choosing one of three options each time. So he tried changing his talent.
[Failed to change your talents; you cannot change your talents.]
Thinking about it carefully, Jiang Ran has only changed his talent twice since he came to this world. The first time was to change the original SSS-level talent "God's Chessboard" to the SS-level "Leave it to Fate". The second time was to change "Leave it to Fate" to the SSS-level "Leave it to Fate+".
The second talent change was less of a change and more of an "evolution"!
Do I look like a marionette?
Jiang Ran opened her eyes.
In the past, he only needed to think about how to clear each S-rank dungeon, but at some point, dungeons became secondary, and he needed to think about things on a deeper level.
Some unseen force was pushing him toward a path that seemed to have been laid out in advance.
Of the six people mentioned by the Pope—Alansta of the White Eagle, Alex of the Sun Never Sets, Yuri of the Iron Tower, Rusgrave of the Northern Alliance, Yu Cheng of the Dragon Kingdom, and Bates of the Iron Blood—three of them knew Jiang Ran.
Besides Alansta, Yu Cheng, and Bates, Jiang Ran specifically spent a month finding a lot of information about the other three.
Alex, the only SSS-class ghost storyteller in the British Empire, is 24 years old and a veteran SSS-class. His talent is very strange. It seems that he can kill strange creatures, verify the rules, and even withstand fatal damage. The most unbelievable thing is that he once used his talent to resurrect himself! And because of this, he has never replaced his SSS-class talent.
Yuri, an SS-rank ghost storyteller from the Iron Tower Kingdom, is 23 years old. He was once an unknown A-rank ghost storyteller, but three months ago, he skipped the S-rank and directly drew an SS-rank talent as an A-rank ghost storyteller! From then on, he soared to the top, clearing two A-rank ghost story worlds and becoming a rising star in the Iron Tower Kingdom.
Rusger, a 24-year-old SS-class ghost storyteller from the Northern Alliance, has his talent known to others as the SS-class "Judgment of Justice," which grants him the ability to kill bizarre creatures. Strangely, despite having many opportunities to change his talent, he still chooses to retain it.
Of the six, Alex, Yuri, Rusgler, and Yu Cheng have one thing in common: they have never changed their talents since they became famous. However, Alanstar and Bates are different from them, especially Bates, who is simply a talent-changing maniac!
"What's the problem...?"
Jiang Ran always felt that he had a very simple way to verify certain things, but every time he thought about it, there was always some force interfering with his thoughts.
"What exactly is the problem?"
What do these people have in common with me?
"Mr. Jiang Ran, we've arrived."
Jiang Ran got out of the car, and Lin Changqing came to greet her, just like before, everything was the same.
[Jiang Ran, a ghost storyteller from the Dragon Kingdom, has successfully connected to the S-level ghost story world, The Fallen Land, but has not yet cleared it. There have been 0 ghost storytellers who have challenged it before.]
This time, it's a long-awaited solo dungeon.
The last instance was a raid instance, and Jiang Ran thought there wouldn't be any more solo instances, but here it is now.
Gwen then appeared beside Jiang Ran.
She now possesses five Neeko's Helper tokens. If she can clear this world, Gwen's strength will undergo another transformation!
"Gwen, tell me, are those 'gods' worthy of our faith?"
“Well… there seem to be good people among them, right?” Gwen thought for a moment and said, “Like the [Ascetic], I feel like he’s pretty good!”
"The Ascetic? You mean, He finally resolved the matter with Master Zha Pian?" Jiang Ran looked up at the dark sky. "But, He created that world; wasn't everything within His expectations?"
“Gwen, I don’t trust any ‘god’.”
The night was pitch black, the ground was a broken stone road, and on both sides of the road there were some messy plants of unknown species. The surroundings looked somewhat desolate, with only a small house a hundred meters ahead.
Rule 1: Do not touch any plants; you'd better stay away from them.
[Rule Two: If you are inside a room and someone knocks on the door at night, do not open it. If the knocking stops after a while, act as if nothing happened. If the knocking continues, do not disturb anything in front of the door, and escape through the window.]
"Hmm? There are only two rules?"
A supernatural world certainly has more than two rules. In that sense, this world is somewhat similar to the first world Jiang Ran participated in, where two rules will be announced in stages.
Correspondingly, such a world will inevitably take much longer to complete. Gwen secretly gave herself a thumbs up. It seems that she can listen to Jiang Ran tell her stories to her heart's content in this world!
"Hey, Jiang Ran..."
"Don't rush." Jiang Ran ruffled her hair. "I'll tell you slowly once we get to the room."
Jiang Ran walked cautiously along the road. The first rule was not to touch any plants. Since that was the case, he had to be wary of a branch suddenly drooping down from a treetop, or the plants simply starting to move on their own.
In the world of ghost stories, this doesn't seem to be anything strange.
Fortunately, this didn't happen before the two arrived at the door.
The small house occupies a small area, about 100 square meters, with a faint light shining through.
It wasn't empty inside.
Jiang Ran gently knocked on the door.
"Are you a traveler who got lost here?"
A moment later, the person inside opened the door. It was a gloomy girl in pajamas. She was about 16 years old. The clothes were obviously ill-fitting, and the oversized hood covered half of her face.
"Come in." The gloomy girl beckoned to the two of them. "It won't be safe outside any later."
Compared to the cold outside, the inside was noticeably warmer, with an oil lamp placed on the table to illuminate the entire room.
“I’m glad that people still come here.” The little girl ladled two bowls of steaming, unidentified black liquid from the pot and placed them in front of the two people. “Many people have come here before, but no one has ever come back after leaving.”
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