81: Weird man

At this point, only Shi Yan was left in the large pit; the puppet's whereabouts were unknown, and its corpse could no longer be found.

A satisfied smile on his face, Shi Yan slowly dispersed the Water Armor that enveloped his entire body.

“With my current strength, fighting level 45 monsters is no problem.”

Shi Yan exited all states, quietly sat cross-legged in the void, a thoughtful expression on his face, and began to recall the previous battle.

He removed a few shortcomings from it; after every intense battle, he would reflect on his deficiencies, striving to do better next time.

After some time, Shi Yan exited the Training Camp, now seated on the sofa in the settlement space, a sofa he had recently purchased.

He began to browse the forum as usual, his thoughts rapidly scrolling, when suddenly Shi Yan stopped, an interesting post catching his eye.

“I have an invitation letter! Those interested, come quickly!”

This was a post by a level 23 player named Bisso, and Shi Yan clicked on it with interest.

Since he hadn't yet used an invitation letter to enter a dungeon, he was very interested in this aspect.

Clicking on the post revealed a lengthy block of text, which could be summarized as follows:

“I am Bisso, and I long to find truly righteous and kind players to team up with. We can support each other in the Slaughter Paradise, develop together, and welcome a beautiful tomorrow together!”

“If you believe you are kind and righteous, and you desire teammates, then come and team up with me.”

Shi Yan couldn't help but chuckle as he read the content of the post. Was this an attempt to harvest heads?

Shi Yan could immediately discern the true intentions of this player named Bisso; he simply wanted to find a few players to trick and kill in order to obtain something.

Perhaps it was for slaughter points, or to upgrade a certain skill, or perhaps to sacrifice them to some deity?

Some skills could be improved by killing and devouring the bodies of one's own kind, something Shi Yan had witnessed in the Slaughter Market.

Shi Yan had also seen sacrificial formations in the Slaughter Market, special sacrificial arrays formed from certain materials, capable of sacrificing the corpses of various creatures in exchange for all sorts of things.

However, regardless of the reason, it indicated that this player named Bisso was very confident in his own strength; otherwise, he wouldn't be actively inviting others to team up on the forum.

Directly below the post was an image of a completely pale invitation letter. The invitation letter looked like a blank white slip of paper, but upon closer inspection, it caused a slight dizziness.

Shi Yan tapped on it with his mind.

[White City]

[Player Limit: 100 people]

[Level Requirement: Minimum Level 18]

[Current Participants: 23 people]

Shi Yan narrowed his eyes as he looked at this invitation letter; the dungeon's level requirement was exactly at his current level.

Moreover, it required 100 players, which meant this dungeon was likely extremely difficult, and it didn't even detail the quest, indicating that the dungeon quest was completely random.

“Such an interesting dungeon, of course I…”

Shi Yan chuckled softly as he looked at the invitation letter.

“Will not participate.”

This kind of dungeon clearly seemed abnormal. How did this level 23 player named Bisso have the courage to participate in such a dungeon? It clearly had problems.

He didn't want to land only to be completely slaughtered by some unknown creature, or to be tricked by that player named Bisso until nothing but bones remained.

The quests within these special invitation letters were completely random, and throughout, there was no protection from the Slaughter Paradise; it was a true gamble.

He had previously found a post when browsing the forum.

The post described a large-scale special dungeon invitation letter that required 300 players. Because the displayed quest seemed very simple, the post gathered enough players on the day it was released.

However, in the end, everyone except the person who issued the team-up invitation died without a complete corpse. The person who issued the team-up invitation is still alive and well, even becoming one of the top figures on this planet.

The poster at the time also didn't choose to participate in the dungeon immediately due to some circumstances, and their words in the post were full of lingering fear and the joy of a narrow escape.

He remained silent about that person's name, as if fearing something.

If Shi Yan hadn't encountered that “He” before, he might have chosen to participate in this dungeon, but now, thinking about it, he decided against it.

Shi Yan exited the post, browsed the forum for a while longer to enrich his knowledge, and then logged off.

After browsing the Slaughter Market and finding nothing useful, Shi Yan exited the settlement space.

Shi Yan's vision flickered, and he was back in the living room he was in before entering the dungeon. The setting sun outside the window shone into the living room, bathing everything in a blood-red hue.

Shi Yan turned his head to look around.

At this moment, reality was still as calm and peaceful as usual.

In a trance, he seemed to have returned to the world before his transmigration.

There were no espers, no Slaughter Paradise, no strange occurrences, and no translucent humans.

Wait!

Shi Yan quickly turned his head to look at the right corner of the living room, where a blurry man stood quietly.

He flickered continuously like a TV screen with a bad signal, his face expressionless, his body slightly hunched as he stood there, completely motionless.

Shi Yan narrowed his eyes at this strange man. This person was very odd; he had no aura whatsoever, standing quietly in place like a cabinet nearby.

Because he had no aura, even Shi Yan failed to notice him immediately.

Shadow Gas, Ice Pillar, Vines, Lava Fireball…

Without a word, Shi Yan unleashed a barrage of skills at that spot, directly collapsing that entire section of the wall.

The other skills flew into the distance as the wall collapsed. Shi Yan's brows furrowed slightly, seeing that none of his skills affected the man.

The eerie man still maintained an expressionless face, not even changing his position.

“Hello.”

Shi Yan looked at him with furrowed brows, greeting him in a deep voice, his toes subtly turning away from him, ready to smash through the wall and escape at any moment.

The strange man still completely ignored Shi Yan.

He couldn't be hit, and he didn't respond to words. Shi Yan now felt a faint sense of curiosity.

As he stepped towards the eerie man, Shi Yan's Danger Perception skill also did not transmit any sense of danger.

He wanted to test if the cutting effect inherent in his ability could be effective against this strange man.

A mass of black mist appeared in Shi Yan's hand. The mist twisted and finally transformed into a translucent black long blade.

This was a hidden ability gained after Shadow Gas +1, allowing the black mist to transform into any shape of cold weapon.

Perhaps it was because it was fused with the Shadow Dagger that this characteristic appeared.