Cthulhu Corrosion: Another World Rescue Plan

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After playing the game for so long, players have their own experience in triggering tasks.

Sometimes, it seems that all clues point to an unknown task, but it can't be triggered no matter how hard you try. That may be because there is still progress that has not been made.

For example, the main plot has not yet arrived, the player's level is not enough, or a certain branch has not been triggered. These hidden conditions require players to continue to explore.

It is true that it is difficult to play, but any player who can persist in this game until now has been captured by this novel gameplay and is addicted to it.

The development of the plot is consistent with my guess. When the puzzle is solved by myself, the endorphins and dopamine brought by the sudden sense of accomplishment fill the whole body, which brings more than just psychological satisfaction.

The cat and Cang Lin at the front desk of Wushanju started from an idea that flashed through their brains. Following the unique intuition and task sensitivity of the players, they talked to each other, constantly improving the plan, adding personnel, and guessing the conditions for triggering the task.

A plan was created from scratch and gradually improved. Props, equipment and supplies were replenished one by one. Several teams were formed, and very capable players joined one after another... Even players who were running their own tasks in the distance received contact.

This time, Cang Lin called a lot of old internal test players he knew, including the recognized level-up king Yijian Po Qianshan, the reliable big brother Luzhou Laojiao who knows a little bit of everything, and the druid Melissa Kubo. There were also several new players: the astrologer "Musical is not an opera", the small assassin boy "Lin Wu" who dressed himself like a mushroom spirit, and the "notorious" Durian Herring Teacher who has not been in the game for a long time.

"No, why is Durian Herring Teacher in the team!" The cat at the front desk of Wushanju was shocked and secretly pulled Cang Lin over to mutter.

"There is only one reason. Stink bombs are strong and easy to use." Cang Lin whispered, "If we teleport over and find that the two sides are fighting fiercely and we have no way to start, then only Teacher Durian's stink bombs can knock down everyone indiscriminately! Especially in the airtight environment of the mine, imagine the lethality!"

The cat at the front desk of Wushanju imagined the scene of "corpses" lying all over the mountains and plains, and immediately ordered a bunch of gas masks.

Relying on the face of the cat at the front desk of Wushanju, they bought enough nightmare horns from Mrs. Ophelia of [Nightmare Express] at a high price. Everyone wore a pair on their heads and turned on the headdress hiding function of the nightmare horns.

If they meet people from the Church of Light, they can turn on the special buff of the nightmare horns [Nightmare Breath] and disguise themselves as nightmares.

Everything is ready. The cat at the front desk of Wushanju activated the teleportation scroll and took the action team she had just formed back to the nameless village not far from her favorite bay.

"Ugh - what a strong smell of blood!" As soon as she landed, Durian Herring, who was extremely sensitive to smells, sniffed her nose and said, "There are also the smells of fire, smoke and burnt stench."

"They really started fighting!" Yijian Po Qianshan looked around, "Even half of the village was burned."

The cat at the front desk of Wushanju looked at the village. It was no longer the small village she remembered, which had a bad bakery and a black-hearted mill, but was generally peaceful and tranquil. The fence surrounding the village was tattered, and there were traces of knife and axe chopping and blood stains on the walls of the houses along the road - the blood stains had dried and turned black, and it was estimated that they had been splashed for a long time.

Many houses in the village were burned and charred, and the village church not far away was still burning at this moment. 【. 3. 】,

"What's going on?" Luzhou Laojiao asked, "Did the villagers fight with the Church of Light?"

"I'm not sure, it's best to ask someone." The cat at the front desk of Wushanju was a little worried about the young boy Peeta in the village, "Everyone, turn on [The Breath of Nightmare] first! Move forward carefully. If we see villagers, we will control them first and then ask them."

She pulled out her artifact rolling pin, held it tightly in her hand, and walked towards the village first.

The village was unexpectedly quiet. No matter what battle had happened before, it seemed to be settled now, and only the flames were still crackling.

The cat at the front desk of Wushanju first took his teammates to Peeta's house. The dilapidated house was not affected by the flames, but the door was open and there was no one in the house. Even daily necessities such as quilts and pots were nowhere to be seen.

"Did they... pack up and run away?" Melissa Kubo asked, "Or... did something happen so all their belongings were taken away?"

"I don't know." The cat at the front desk of Wushanju shook his head, "A very cute child and his mother live here. He is honest and reliable. I like him... I hope the screenwriter will be a decent person and not kill them casually."

"Do you want me to tell your fortune?" The astrologer "Musicals Are Not Operas" took out three coins, bowed to something, and then threw them on the ground and took a look: "Well, it seems that everything is fine."

Melissa Kubo stood on tiptoes and poked his head out from behind her: "Can you calculate where they are now?"

"Ah...?" Musicals Are Not Operas scratched his head, "I'm not good at calculating such specific things!"

"Oh..." Melissa Kubo fell back to the ground disappointedly.

The cat at the front desk of Wushanju looked around the house and found that the powder sifter she gave to Peeta was also missing. She couldn't tell whether this was a good thing or a bad thing. She only knew that since she hadn't seen the NPC's body yet, there was still some hope.

The adventurers left the small and cramped house and continued to walk towards the burning church.

"This used to be a bad bakery." The cat at the front desk of Wushanju stopped in front of a charred ruin. At the door of the bakery lay the body of a fat woman, who had obviously been dead for a long time, and even her body was swollen.

Going further, the number of limbs and corpses gradually increased. The cat at the front desk of Wushanju recognized a few familiar faces, who seemed to be the hooligans she had hung up with rattan.

In front of the burning church, there stood a crudely made gallows, on which hung a man wearing the priest's uniform of the Church of Light. His neck was stretched very long by his own weight, and his body swayed left and right on the tall gallows with the wind.

"Father Sykes..." The cat at the front desk of Wushanju recognized the priest's face. The priest who once had the final say in this village was now hanged on the gallows, and his death was miserable.