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Tired, empty, feeling like my body has been hollowed out...

This was Aaron's first reaction, but immediately the pain all over his body made him groan.

My hands and feet were sore and numb, and I couldn't even move my fingers.

Where is this?

Aaron didn't know where he was for a moment, staring at the empty ceiling in a daze. He only knew that he was probably lying in a room somewhere.

He was still trying to sort out his muddled thoughts and think about the fragments he could still recall.

It seems that Tog was targeted by a certain entity, and then he used twisted language?

Tog seems to have been eaten, and then he was targeted by some being?

That thing seems to be called..."The Creeping Lord"?

Aaron remembered the names that flashed across the light screen.

Just thinking of that name, he felt an inexplicable coldness all over his body. The air around him seemed a little thicker. A strange feeling gradually spread, scaring him to interrupt his thoughts quickly.

What the hell?

Can’t even think about it?

He subconsciously called up the system, but was shocked to find that his attributes had completely changed.

[Strength 5, Agility 6, Constitution 8, Will 10, Spirit 6]

Compared with the previous attributes, his attribute values ​​have unexpectedly increased significantly!

What's going on?

He subconsciously flipped through the log on the light screen.

[After coming into contact with some kind of extraordinary carrier, due to the overload of extraordinary information, I was forced to organize and summarize the information...]

[Insufficient knowledge points, generation of strange news points failed...]

[Randomly consume knowledge points to strengthen attribute points...]

For a moment, Aaron didn't know whether to feel regretful or grateful.

It is naturally a good thing that strange smell points can be turned into abilities. For example, this time, the seemingly useless "Dream Language·Twisted Language" played an extremely powerful role.

In fact, he felt as if the system was consciously misinterpreting this ability, and it was not as trivial as the description stated.

But wait?

On the light screen, in the column of "Strange News Point", stood a number 1 quietly and impressively.

The strange thing about this is...

Aaron subconsciously turned it up again, but wisely did not continue.

He probably guessed where this strange smell point came from, and he didn't want to consume this strange smell point generating ability just yet.

The system clearly reminds you that the source of the strange smell point will affect the ability to generate it.

And this strange smell comes from "him". Who knows if something went wrong during the generation process.

He is severely disabled now, and there is no one to take care of him. If something goes wrong, it will be great fun.

It was hard to survive from the cultists and him, but what if he died so inexplicably.

This will definitely be recorded in the collection of time-travelers' cooking operations. It is probably the kind that reaches the stomach in one step and grows rice directly in the human stomach.

The tingling pain all over his body prevented him from falling asleep for the time being. He could only silently reflect on his experiences during this period and review them quietly.

It has been several days since he came to this world. As he gradually participated in the events of this world, he became more and more restrained from the game mentality at the beginning.

In this world, I'm afraid his identity as a time traveler really means nothing.

What haven’t you seen of the extraordinary beings here?

As for the so-called "people from another world", to them, it is probably just a fun talk.

No matter how terrifying it is, can it be more terrifying than that "Him"?

Or, is it most likely them?

After traveling to this different world, if he really dared to play it as a game, then the difficulty of this game would be close to that of "Dogs: Die Once".

When he thought of Him, Aaron's heartbeat faintly stopped for another beat.

He didn't dare to think about Him, but just recalling the feeling at that time was enough to give him lingering fear.

Despair, darkness, pain, hatred...

He couldn't help but sigh that his life was really big, and he could save it in this way.

It seems that this system is quite reliable.

"woke up?"

Just as Aaron was trying to review the story with his tingling brain, he heard the creak of the wooden door, and then Sartre's voice sounded.

Aaron moved his neck with great reluctance, but before he could adjust the angle, he saw Sartre's concerned expression.

"It looks okay." Sartre was obviously in a good mood and even joked.

Aaron complained feebly, his voice extremely hoarse, "Isn't it okay if you don't die?"

"You have to think about what state you were in at that time," Sartre shrugged. "Your whole body was twisted into an inhuman shape, just like clothes that were drained by a maid. It's pretty good to survive. "

"Oh, that's because he took the blazing sun potion." Siosande walked in from the door impatiently.

His face was extremely pale, even faintly blue, and his eyes had thick dark circles, as if he had not slept well last night.

Siosande glanced at Aaron and said solemnly: "Your Excellency Aaron, that is the Blazing Sun Potion. It is part of the essence that the old scholars at the Tower of the Sun steal from the sun every year."

He saw the confusion in Aaron's eyes and sighed: "Let's put it this way, Sir Aaron, the drop of the blazing sun potion you took can probably buy half of Leiden City."

Siosande paused and resisted the urge to roar, "It's half of Leiden City."

Aaron was still dazed, blinking harmlessly at Siosande.

It's so pitiful that in the novels he read before, they were weapons that could easily buy a continent, or else they were treasures worth hundreds of billions.

What are you bathing and swimming in gold coins, and what are you rolling in and soaking your feet in the Ten Thousand Years Spring, which is only half the size of Leiden City...

Don't seem to feel anything?

Isn't it just half of Leyden City?

Moreover, the original owner was also a pauper. The largest currency he could remember was gold coins, which he got from selling his family manor.

However, those few poor gold coins were not yet warm, and they became chips on the gambling table in a few minutes.

Then...Aaron never saw those gold coins again.

Later, the original owner was thrown out by the casino guard.

Less than half of Leyden City? What does that have to do with him?

But it sounds like he can be saved. There seems to be another hidden secret?

"Okay, Siosande, you don't have to stress." Sartre interrupted Siosande with a wave of his hand.

Siosande sneered, "No need to emphasize it? Senior, he doesn't know the value of this drop of potion, don't you know it too?"

Yes, before he set off, his teacher Julian did give him this drop of blazing sun potion, but the problem was that it was just in case, to prevent accidents from happening.

And now?

Sartre actually dared to use this drop of potion on an outsider?

How can Siosan accept this!

"Aren't you happy to see this?" Sartre glanced at Siosand, "If I do this, it will greatly consume the teacher's favor. Isn't that a good thing for you?"

Thanks to classmate Lingshizuku for the tip~

(You think you can stump me like this?)

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