Free Web NovelChapter 132: Chapter 132: Welcome, Everyone, to the Land of Chaos!
Is this really the Six-Star Pond?
For the first time, doubt rose in Fei Hu’s heart.
But when they got off the bus, the driver had clearly announced, "Six-Star Pond, stop reached."
"What, even Fei Hu Miss can’t clear this dungeon?" someone sneered. "Fei Hu Miss, are you just refusing to take us along?"
"Trying to hog the first clear for yourself?"
"If that’s the case, even if we can’t clear it, we sure as hell won’t let you live."
The gazes around grew colder and colder.
Fei Hu shook her head hard. "That’s definitely not it."
"In the end, survival will come down to our own abilities, but in the early stages, if you trust me, I promise I won’t sacrifice anyone."
"I’m sure you all know plenty about dungeon rules." Fei Hu looked seriously at the people surrounding her. "Think about it—does this really look like a rule-based dungeon?"
As Fei Hu spoke, she suddenly noticed a wristband had appeared on her wrist.
She glanced around; everyone near her now had the same wristband on their wrists.
The only difference was the color; each wristband looked a bit different.
The bands were tight, gripping their wrists painfully, making everyone feel deeply uncomfortable.
Just as everyone was confused by the sudden appearance of wristbands, a voice sounded in their ears simultaneously.
[Welcome, everyone, to the Land of Chaos! Also known as the SSS-level dungeon number two you all speak of.]
For a split second, terror flashed in everyone’s eyes as they stared at the black dust swirling in the air, and the bloody mouth floating overhead.
Sinister laughter slashed through the sky, echoing endlessly in this boundless world.
The black dust above shook, clouds billowing as the darkness rained steadily downward.
"Struggle all you want! Of course, there’s a way to clear it. Want my core? Go and seek it out!"
"Number two dungeon?" Fei Hu’s heart went cold. She had theorized about countless rule-based dungeons—never imagined this wasn’t a rule-based dungeon at all.
This was worse than the so-called free dungeons; at least there, the evil spirits had a pattern. Here, nothing obeyed any order.
Plenty of people had been dragged into Dungeon Number Two before; according to all records, not a single person survived a day.
Most died within the next half a day.
Despair flickered in Fei Hu’s eyes. She thought all her careful planning would let her storm through a rule dungeon, but in the end, she had ended up dying in the Land of Chaos.
Here, everything she had learned about dungeons, every guide, was now utterly useless, all irrelevant.
Thinking about how she’d ditched Jiang Che to enter the dungeon, she realized she’d totally forgotten Jiang Che’s freakish luck.
She hadn’t let Jiang Che come in—that pretty much meant she’d failed.
"Fei Hu Miss, what do we do now?" The people who had wanted to move against Fei Hu were panicking; whatever murderous intentions they had were gone.
Kill Fei Hu or not? Now that they knew this was Dungeon Two, it no longer mattered.
Kill or don’t kill, they’d all die anyway.
"No idea. Everyone’s on their own now; there’s really no point using rules as reference." Fei Hu waved vaguely, acting as if she truly didn’t care.
"Whatever." Fei Hu glanced at the wristband on her arm and at everyone else present—plenty of them had wristbands the exact same color as hers.
What did that mean?
Buses kept arriving one after another; they stood outside the gate, watching each group get off.
The corpses from earlier had already been swallowed by the earth, leaving no bodies for the new arrivals to see.
"Please show your ticket." The turnstile blocked newcomers, requiring them to show a ticket.
Fei Hu and her group stood outside, witnessing the scene, watching the new arrivals’ first instinct: attack those around them. Their silence lingered.
Everything that had happened to them was now happening to the new arrivals all over again.
"Are those idiots outside brain-dead? Didn’t they watch the livestream? Why the hell are they still pouring in?" someone beside Fei Hu swore fiercely.
If it were a rule dungeon, they’d hate these extras trying to snatch the first clear from them.
Since you just had to crack it step by step to get the first-through honor.
Before, no one could find the entrance—now it was easy, so they’d hate anyone joining to compete for the achievement.
Now they knew it was the Land of Chaos, and hated those idiots coming in just to die.
When you know you’re about to die, you don’t want more people to follow you into hell.
This was a plot by the evil spirits—a massacre staged for human beings.
From the instant they heard "Dungeon Number Two," they knew—it was a trap.
But now, they kept watching fools rush inside, one after another, to their deaths.
"Can’t you see the livestream? Why’re you still coming in?!" Someone beside Fei Hu roared, standing behind the turnstile, glaring at those who thought they’d figured out the rules and were starting to kill others.
No matter how he cursed, the blood-crazed players ignored him.
They just killed someone and tried to exchange for a so-called bus ticket.
"Are you nuts? Saw the livestream and still came in?" Watching someone walk toward the gate, a bald brute next to Fei Hu rushed over and hauled someone up by the collar.
"You’re coming here to die? Huh!" His eyes burned red as he watched person after person walk in, furious.
The newcomers, suddenly seeing so many people waiting here, were stunned.
"How—why are you all here?"
"You can’t see us from outside?" The bald brute clutched his collar; there was no barrier, so there was no reason for someone not to see the crowd inside the gate.
"We really can’t see you!" All the newcomers were dumbfounded. They hadn’t realized that a single layer of transparent air separated two completely different worlds, on either side of the gate.
Before you left the station, no sign of human life.
After you exit, people everywhere.
"The livestream—can’t you see the livestream? Why the hell are you still coming here to die!" The bald uncle squatted hopelessly, rummaged through his pockets, and found a pack of cigarettes.
The lighter clicked and scraped as he sparked it up; the new arrivals were also starting to see something was off.
The crowd’s expressions were grim now.
"What about the livestream? What does it show outside?" Fei Hu had a flash of insight—these people really didn’t know.
"Once you guys got off the bus, the livestream just disappeared. We always figured it was a protective measure for the rule dungeon opening, so we didn’t care much."
Previously, once a dungeon had started, no more people were pulled in. This was the first time a dungeon kept bringing in newcomers after it started.
Maybe new players could crack the rules based on earlier players’ experience?
And after all, it was an SSS-level dungeon, so everyone assumed it was a self-protection mechanism by the dungeon.
"How many people are waiting outside in line?"
...
"A lot."
