Free Web NovelChapter 122: Chapter 122: Please Buy a Ticket Before Boarding!
The clouds overhead grew darker and heavier.
This time, the sides swapped one identity.
Jiang Che became the one watching the livestream, while the previous viewers became the participants in another dungeon.
There were many people in the dungeon; it was a low-level dungeon, attracting many who wanted to level up by conquering it.
Low-level dungeons had a very high clear rate; as long as you didn’t do anything reckless, stayed cautious, and didn’t betray your teammates, cooperation could let the whole team survive together.
Jiang Che switched from one Survivor’s perspective to another.
There were a lot of Survivors in this small dungeon—so many that Jiang Che was a little surprised.
Previously, in their hospital, a total of three hundred people entered the SSS dungeon, but with this dungeon starting, the number of people livestreaming had shot up to seven hundred.
He closed his eyes and concentrated on sensing the changes in the magnetic field. The location where the dungeon was opening was a bit far from where he currently was, but he could still feel the shift in energy from afar.
Maybe, this was what Feihu and the others referred to as magnetic field sensing.
That magnetic field energy wasn’t exactly weak, but it wasn’t strong either.
Jiang Che made a mental note of this energy level without showing it; what he lacked now was a lot of dungeon experience.
If he saw enough, next time he wouldn’t need Feihu and the others’ rating info—he would be able to estimate the dungeon level himself.
After roughly sensing it, Jiang Che continued watching the Survivors who were preparing themselves.
About seven hundred people in total—he watched most of them and found that many, just like he did at the start, had brought lots of valuables and nice clothes.
This group of people brimmed with confidence; some even greeted the chat, saying, "I learned everything from Jiang Che’s livestream—it’s solid! I won’t try an SSS dungeon, but with a low-level one, victory is guaranteed, right?"
These people carrying supplies had even organized an alliance of deceivers.
They competed to see who could fool the most evil spirits, who could recruit the strongest enforcers.
Low-level dungeons had now become playlands for some strong contenders.
But the higher your level, the less experience you gain from low-level dungeons.
Usually, high-ranking humans wouldn’t bother with low-level dungeons.
Few chose to help others level up. Similar things happened before—a slightly higher-level human enters a low-level dungeon and always attracts a swarm of evil spirits.
Even two fists can’t beat four hands—especially when you’re human inside a dungeon.
Of course, low-level humans going to high-level dungeons aren’t restricted.
As long as you survive, even ordinary people can go to an SSS-level dungeon.
Jiang Che watched as these people gathered together, laughing and arguing nonstop.
"I feel like I’m terrifyingly strong now."
"After waiting so long, finally got a dungeon that suits me."
"Hahaha, let’s see who finds the stronger enforcer—when they fight, we can even place bets."
"Are they really that obedient?"
"You collect their stuff, even lunatics can be made to listen—think I can’t do it?"
...
Their words were being livestreamed the whole time.
Jiang Che stopped watching the others, focusing hard on this group.
What bothered him most was that these people were going to use his methods to deceive evil spirits.
The black clouds above shifted more obviously, and the oppressive force grew heavier.
He stared at those joking, playful humans as the black clouds sucked them all into the dungeon.
When all the humans vanished, the area was instantly dead silent—where moments ago everything was lively, suddenly not a soul was left.
Jiang Che watched all this, feeling a bit off, though the viewers in the livestream seemed totally used to it.
In just a moment, the dark livestream screen lit up again.
Jiang Che had already locked onto someone, and the camera remained fixed on him.
The environment he descended into was quite special—a deserted bus station.
Perhaps since this dungeon was small, out of the seven hundred-plus, twenty had landed in the bus station.
A bus sat parked there, and a group appeared in the waiting area.
A broadcast echoed from the announcement booth: "The vehicle is about to depart, please check your tickets and board."
In the hall, twenty humans looked at the scene before them, bewildered.
"Holy shit, what is this place?"
"A station? There’s a bus parked over there?"
"What do we do now?"
"A rule-based dungeon?"
...
Someone immediately realized—this was a rule-based dungeon.
This type of dungeon could be difficult, or simple, depending.
The broadcast kept urging them, repeating over and over.
The beeping sounds became more urgent by the second.
The twenty hadn’t moved, still thinking about what to do next.
But the voice in their ears got sharper, more pressing.
"The vehicle is about to depart, please check your tickets and board."
The shrill sound was grating—even across the livestream, Jiang Che felt it hurt his ears.
He watched the person he was focusing on—he already knew his name: Liu Hong.
Liu Hong carried a small suitcase, seeming to have thought of something, then strode determinedly towards the bus parked on the platform.
From afar, it was just a bus with its lights on—through the window you couldn’t see anything inside.
Liu Hong slowly approached, but there was still no movement from the bus.
The other nineteen stood in the waiting room, watching Liu Hong go up for a try.
The urgent announcement grated on their ears, but they just rubbed their irritated eardrums and ignored it.
Getting closer, Jiang Che followed Liu Hong’s perspective and saw inside the bus.
The bus interior was dimly lit. At the doorway stood a grinning driver with a ticket scanner.
"Please check your ticket."
He wore a driver’s uniform, his skull caved in, with one eye bulging out, staring dead at Liu Hong as he stepped forward.
Liu Hong jumped in fright when the driver appeared.
He hadn’t seen him coming over!
If he’d noticed, Liu Hong wouldn’t have approached so easily.
"Please check your ticket and board!" The driver fixed his eyes on Liu Hong, repeating his line.
Seeing the driver’s bloodshot eyes grow even redder, Liu Hong hurriedly spoke up.
"I lost my ticket." Liu Hong stammered, at a loss.
"Please purchase a ticket and board. Five minutes left until departure." The driver gave Liu Hong a cold look, but didn’t harm him for losing his ticket.
He even pointed out a place to buy tickets.
Ticket booth.
Liu Hong looked in the direction pointed, confused, and walked toward the booth.
At the ticket window sat a faceless evil spirit, holding out a hand.
"Ticket price: one finger."
Liu Hong looked down at the window, feeling a wave of chills run up his spine.
Because the hand sticking out of the window was covered in fingers, like a sea urchin.
