When something dangerous is about to happen, it hurts as it does now. It helped me avoid the nightly hunt of the Shadow Monsters when I set my initial name, but it will make a comeback on Full Moon Night...... Wait a minute, Bo told me earlier that the so-called memory of traveling to the game world is fake, it is a false explanation of why I came to this world, which means that this is not the world of the game I remember at all, or that even the game may be fake, and the plane mining guide does not exist at all. So, the moment Bo told me the truth, did the so-called shadow monster that would hunt me down in the game no longer exist?

Again, according to the hint of the lord, ah, no, it is express. My original world should be the world in the background of the Ten Saints game, and I am the will of the new life of that world.

But an even bigger mystery haunted me: why did I come into this world?

The hints Bo gave me were too ambiguous, what fulfilled the wishes of the wheat, what cut the wheat, what did she mean?

Yes...... A little irritable.

But now is not the time to think about that. The immediate priority is to determine what the ring finger is warning me.

Well...... Is there a problem underground?

Still is......

"Will."

Marcellus' voice rang out again.

"Aren't you coming down?"

I don't know when, he walked into the passage that led to the underground, stood on the stairs of unknown knowledge, and called out to me.

He was already surrounded by darkness, and I could only hear his voice, not him.

"You go down first, you don't have to wait for me, I'll come."

I replied to him and took a pen from the pen holder on the table.

It's better to be careful.

The passage to the underground was a bit long, and it took me a while to reach my destination.

It's a dimly lit laboratory. There wasn't a lot of space, and there was a weird machine inside, an operating table covered with a cloth, a cabinet and a few other things, it was so dark that I couldn't see it clearly.

Marcellus got here before me, but I didn't see him.

"Marcellus?"

I put a hand in my pocket so I could take something out of it later.

"I've arrived, where are you?"

No one responded.

"Marcellus?"

So I shouted again, but there was still no answer.

I walked around the room, mainly to see if there was any lighting.

The room was quiet and terrifying, and the darkness was like a beast that devoured everything that was reassuring.

I groped along the cold wall, and in an unnamed location, I touched the switch.

Smack.

The lights didn't come on the way I had envisioned.

Neither did that weird device.

I tried a few more times and it didn't cause any other reaction, but it was ......

"Will?"

It was Marcellus' voice.

"Is that you, will?"

"It's me. Where are you, Marcellus? ”

"Will, can you hear me?"

"I can hear you. But ......"

He didn't seem to hear it.

Immediately after, I heard some noises coming from my right front.

It's the operating table.

I turned my head to look and saw the silhouette of a human figure appear out of thin air on the cover of the operating table.

……

Yes!!!!!!!!!!!

The scream of some timid woman popped into my head.

I'm definitely not insinuating you, Bo.

At this point, if only you could scream.

I walked over and lifted the white cloth that had suddenly bulged.

There is nothing under the cloth, except ......

Except for the blood that flowed everywhere.

……

Yes!!!!!!!!!!!

Bo's screams rang in my head again.

Although, at this moment, she is still in a "deep sleep".

But I'm sure she'll be screaming hysterically when she sees this.

Suona in the world, Bolivia.

I'm definitely not insinuating you, Bo. Again.

I loosened the sheet and stepped back to prevent the sudden burst of blood from reaching me.

One-step.

Two steps.

Three steps.

Step 4. My back hit the chest of an unknown creature. It seemed to be gasping for air, and I felt the heat coming to my head.

It must have stretched out something that resembled a forelimb, opened a kind of thing called a palm, and clamped tightly on the arm I had attached to my pocket, presumably trying to preemptively prevent me from pulling something out of my pocket.

Unfortunately, that's my voice.

I don't take things out of my pockets.

I'm digging something out of my inventory.

"Idiot."

If I wanted to, I could even squirt out of my inventory from my mouth without using my hands, like a pea shooter.

"What do you want to do to your grandfather, dog thing?"

I pulled out the pistol from my inventory that I had previously constructed with a pen, which is why I was walking up the stairs so slowly, the initial factor of the pen was not enough, I had to "split" it for a while, and then reassemble it when I had enough materials.

Originally, I wanted to make a Gatling for it, but I thought it might not be easy to use, so forget it.

I put the gun against its neck. It was precise, and even though I was facing away from it, I was able to press the muzzle of the gun to its still warm neck.

As long as it works with me, I won't shoot.

Of course, if you don't cooperate......

It's impossible to make it die, I'll take the bullet out, fix its neck, and shoot it again.

There is capital, and it is so arrogant.

It didn't respond to me, probably thinking about the credibility of my words.

After a while, a faint voice rang out from an unknown corner.

"Will...... I felt as if something was against my neck......"

It was Marcellus' voice.

"Oh? Is it? Don't be afraid. ”

I pressed the pistol a little deeper.

"As long as you throw the contents of your right hand to the ground and take your left hand off my arm, you won't feel this way anymore."

"You're ...... What do you mean...... Will ......"

"Ahh I tell you to spread out, or I'll shoot you to death." ”

He finally stopped talking. Then, there was the sound of something hitting the ground.

The force on my arm was also removed. I stretched out my left arm, which had been pressed to the point of soreness, and moved, then rotated one hundred and eighty degrees, looking face to face at the guy behind me.

Rest assured, I didn't let go of my gun, and I made a 180-degree turn around the guy's neck.

I slowly crouched down to pick up the object that had been thrown on the ground. This briefly left the muzzle of the gun off his neck, but it dutifully pointed at the guy, ready to fire at any moment.

I gradually touched the thing, which was a syringe.

I picked it up.

Just as I was subconsciously trying to identify what was inside, a change occurred.

Don't worry.

I did it.

I just wanted to see what else that guy had up his sleeve.

Sure enough, at the moment when I was distracted, he moved, trying to restrain me with the brute force of a man, but ......

"Before you act, you'd better think about who you're up against."

At the moment when he burst out, the pistol in my hand instantly disintegrated into a retractable iron claw, and instantly pressed him firmly against the wall.

I'm still a little amazed at how I created this moment. Because I only had a rough model in my head, I didn't expect it to take shape all of a sudden.

It turns out that at a critical juncture that can be life-threatening, human creativity is limitless.

"Etomidate fat emulsion injection." Through the analysis of my eyes, I saw the data of the contents of the syringe, "General anesthetic." It seems that you want to play big. ”

"I don't know what you're talking about."

The thing on the wall spoke.

"It's time for you to die with a hard duck."

I shortened the handle of the iron claw and walked towards the wall step by step. Soon, my hand touched the cold wall.

I perceive the structure of the lighting system inside.

After a few minutes or so, I repaired the lighting in the underground lab.

Smack.

The lights are on.

Marcellus' face was close at hand.

Now it's my turn to breathe hot air into his head.

"I really can't imagine that another personality of a wise man can be so stupid."

I noticed that his glasses were crumbling on the bridge of his nose because I had just pushed too hard. So I thoughtfully helped him straighten it out.

"What do you call it, pretty boy?"

"Blackie."

A voice that was different from me and his sounded in the laboratory.

It's Hilarily.

"His name is Blackie."