Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Nightmare Assault
I, The Dragon Overlord
Loser System and Berserker Me
Horror Game Designer
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 244: Fear
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 322: Five Seconds
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1169- See you downstairs
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 942: The Fate-Burning Candle
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 943: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (1)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1168- Level exceeding activation
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 15
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 618: Vajra's Angry Gaze
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3826: The Illusionary Ancestor’s Gift
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 243: Found!
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 321: Gaze
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1167- Kill the kill-stealer
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 941: Fortune
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1166- Terrifying Sprites
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 14
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 31: Weaving Shadow Nest! Crypt Lord!
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 617: Bodhisattva Lowers Its Gaze
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 320: Fate is a Cycle
Seconds turned into minutes as the rays of the sun slowly began to tilt. Soon, 5 p.m. arrived on silent feet. As luck would have it, the Players were not harassed by a single supernatural entity, nor did any strange incidents occur while they had their late lunch.
By now, each Player was in the best shape they could be, given the circumstances. Traveler estimated that they had one hour before sundown, when all would be plunged into darkness once more. In other words, it was do or die—if they failed to complete the quest objective in that time, then they were surely headed for another reload. The party would have their memories wiped, and would have to start over from the beginning.
Reloading itself wasn't something unpleasant, but another reload meant facing off against more supernatural entities, without the advantage of experience—a terrifying prospect. If it came to that, it was no exaggeration to say that they were in for a hellish time.
"Whaddayathink? Can you break through?"
Six people stood around the stairwell, looking up.
The stairway that should normally have continued up to the roof exhibited a strange deviation as it shot straight up into the ceiling. There was no door or any form of opening, so the only way to get to the roof was to smash their way through.
Going through the window was not an option, since that would draw the attention of the invisible creatures that crawled up and down the outside of the building.
The other Players stood on the fifth and sixth steps of the stairs, just behind Iron Blood. The ceiling was so close that they could almost touch it if they reached their hands out.
To answer Bai Zhi's question, Iron Blood let his actions speak for themselves. He retrieved a set of steel knuckles from his Inventory and put them on. They gleamed a deep ruby color.
[ Item Name: Flaming Knuckles ]
[ Type: Weapon ]
[ Class: Rare ]
[ Wight: 5kg ]
[ Durability: 30 / 45 ]
[ Effect 1: Flame - Attacks are imbued with fire and inflict burns. ]
[ Effect 2: Heavy Blows - Upon activation
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