There was no hesitation.

Jason chose [cheese ham].

The mutation of the black notebook always made it difficult for him to feel at ease, and the corresponding vigilance was born naturally.

Thankfully, the black notebook still came according to the rules it should have, which gave him room to maneuver.

Take advantage of the rules and look for benefits.

For Jason, who lived in the 'City That Never Sleeps', he learned it in the first month.

Can't learn?

The corpses were all decomposed.

Of course, it's also possible to get into the processing plant in the back block.

After all, canned meat is still worth a lot.

【Side dish, it is the prelude to the main dish. 】

[But now it has changed!] 】

[It retains everything that was original.] 】

[But it's different, especially when you've already picked a side dish.] 】

[Remember: ham is salty, drink plenty of water]

……

It's still the usual text.

But it is very similar to the [seafood crisp box], except for the last sentence with an extra line of words, and the [remember] has changed, it is basically the same.

"Is the side dish a prelude to the main course?"

Jason squinted at the words.

Then, the attention turned to 'change'.

"It describes change, but it doesn't change at all."

"Is it a text trap?"

"Or is it just to paralyze me?"

Jason subconsciously thought, and his eyes looked down, and a √ had already appeared behind [Cheese Ham].

Then, the text began to appear quickly-

[Background:; The empire has long since declined, a group of jackals peeped at it, wanting to tear its flesh and blood, in this last moment, a group of impassioned people have poured into the tide of the times, is it the last glory, or back to the light, and as the owner of a small martial arts hall, you don't think so much, you just want to win the first place in the martial arts street......]

[Main Quest: Gain Fame 3000 (0)]

[Obtain a temporary language, and when you leave the dungeon, it will automatically disappear]

[Temporary changes in clothing, appearance, and equipment will automatically restore when you leave the dungeon]

[Detection, no gunpowder-free weapons]

(Hint: Ready to get the cutlery?) ）

……

Martial arts hall owner?

Martial arts?

Jason frowned, and subconsciously thought of some words.

Kung Fu, two words, one horizontal and one vertical; Yes, standing; Wrong, fall; Only those who are standing are qualified to speak.

This punch, twenty years of hard work, can you stop it?

The movements are too fancy and not necessarily effective, and you can't practice kung fu by death.

Will that be the case?

Still is...... Remember, never trust women, the more beautiful a woman is, the more likely she is to deceive.

Jason couldn't help but shake his head.

Then, his brow furrowed again.

Is there anything he can eat in such a world?

If so, what would it look like?

Or in what form?

Jason thought, and the world began to become clear.

Sunlight shines through the windows, not glass, but windows made of gauze and paper, which allow the light to penetrate vaguely, but are not breathable.

Underneath the beams, there is a ventilation hole.

The thick beams are the thickness of an adult's waist, five meters long, and span the entire length of the room.

A rope is tied from top to bottom.

At the moment, Jason's neck was hanging in a noose.

A slight suffocating sensation came from his neck, and Jason raised his hand to break the rope.

For Jason, who has 9 times more strength than ordinary people, it is not difficult to do this.

It can even be said that it is very simple.

However, after landing on the ground, Jason looked at the rope half-suspended in the air with a strange expression.

Because I chose cheese ham, I was hung on the beam of the house as ham.

If I choose "Tomato Cheese Chicken Cutlet", does it have to be fried?

Jason sneered.

Then, he quickly pulled back his thoughts.

"'I' this is dead."

"Or suicide?"

"Committing suicide while trying to win the street name of the martial arts hall?"

The corners of Jason's mouth curled.

Although it is only a description of [background], Jason can be sure that 'he' will not kill himself.

It's like buying lamb rolls, large slices of beef, fish balls, crab sticks, shrimp slippery, potato chips, lettuce, vermicelli, sesame sauce, butter, and tomatoes.

If you already have an extraordinary goal, how can you end up with yourself?

He didn't commit suicide, but he was 'killed'.

That's where it gets interesting.

"Wuguan Street?"

"Or something else?"

Jason looked at the description in the introduction of [Background], and the first object of suspicion was the so-called Wuguan Street, after all, it was a competitive relationship.

Of course, there is no guarantee that there will be no other accidents.

Jason thought, and his eyes looked at the 'suicide note' in front of him.

The 'suicide note' was placed on the ground, which happened to be hanging on a square brick in front of 'him'.

Anyone who sees his 'corpse', and then, when they look at the 'suicide note' on the ground, will think of Jason who wrote the 'suicide note' and then hanged himself.

As for the empty room, there are no pen, ink, paper, inkstones, and no extra furniture?

Unimportant.

Wouldn't it be written in advance?

When someone asks such a question, Jason is sure that someone will answer it that way.

Jason picked up the 'suicide note' in front of him.

Although there is a high probability that it will not be poisonous or anything like that, I still checked it carefully.

After confirming that there were no problems, Jason opened the envelope, took out the letter, and unfolded it—

Ladies and Gentlemen,

When you read this letter, I, Mu Bai, must be gone.

Committing suicide as a warrior is naturally despicable.

But I had to.

In order to open a museum on Wuguan Street, I won the four owners of Peng, Zhang, Li, and Zhao by despicable means.

After thinking about it, I decided to die.

Just throw my body in a mass grave.

This is my own fault.

Mu Bai's masterpiece.

Yuanfeng 2 years 11

……

Looking at the unwritten letter, the corners of Jason's mouth were full of playfulness.

It is better to say that it is a suicide note, but it is better to say that it is a confession.

"Interesting."

Jason muttered to himself.

Although it is still impossible to confirm, Jason is extremely sure that the four owners of the museum, Peng, Zhang, Li, and Zhao in the letter, have a lot to do with 'his' death.

As for the blame?

If 'he' hadn't died, it would probably have been in order to provoke a dispute between the two sides.

But 'he' is dead, so there's no need for it.

Moreover, the 'opening of Wuguan Street' mentioned in the letter is enough to explain everything.

This kind of opening must be based on martial arts.

The one with the big fist has the final say.

'He' won the so-called Peng, Zhang, Li, and Zhao four owners, and only then did he obtain the qualification to open a museum on Wuguan Street.

Naturally, the reputations of Peng, Zhang, Li, and Zhao have been damaged to a certain extent.

Can a damaged reputation lead to homicide?

Absolutely!

Sometimes, fame is far more than life.

Especially when reputation and etiquette are linked.

What does the martial arts hall rely on to survive?

How powerful is the owner?

The owner's business?

Yes, but not all.

Because, the basis of all this is the reputation of the martial arts hall!

Only when you have a great reputation will someone come to learn martial arts!

The martial arts hall can be operated!

And if the reputation is damaged......

"Cutting off people's financial means is like killing their parents."

Jason thought silently, and couldn't help but glance at [Main Quest: Gain Fame 3000 (0)].

It was clear that the prestige of the world was more important than he had imagined.

Or rather, 'theme'!

Each quest world has a similar 'theme'.

It may not be the whole world, but it is quite important.

And the point he cuts into with a black notebook is also closely related to these 'themes'.

Or rather, to be precise, it has to do with one aspect of the 'theme'.

It may be, thing.

It may be, things.

It could also be, people.

Either way, though, it's something to keep an eye on.

Even if it's to better survive in the dungeon world.

Then, after reading the letter again, Jason walked to the corner of the room and threw it into the brazier.

Flames immediately ignited in the charcoal brazier of the remnants of Mars, and in a matter of moments, the letters were left with flying ashes.

"Mu Bai, Mu Bai."

Jason muttered to himself.

It's different from the previous dungeon world.

In the dungeon world in front of him, he not only has a corresponding identity, but also a new name.

At the moment, it is not known what the new name means otherwise, but Jason can be sure that the difficulty has increased a notch.

At the very least, he now needs to remember his new name.

Otherwise, it is likely to cause unnecessary trouble.

And, one more point.

A follow-up to this new name.

Except for knowing that his name is Mu Bai, he doesn't know anything about the rest.

If you meet someone you know......

"It's a bit of a problem."

Jason rubbed his brow and picked up the futon in the room—it was the only thing in the room that could be seen with the naked eye except for the charcoal brazier, and there was no bed, wardrobe, or anything like that.

The futon was huge, more than a meter in diameter, and it was about the size of a small bed.

When Jason turned it over, he saw his mask and short-handled broad-bladed machete, embedded in the inside of the huge futon in a mosaic way.

"Not bad."

Jason commented.

His two beloved belongings were placed under this huge futon, and they would not be discovered unless no one lifted the futon over to inspect it.

And, most of the time, no one would be like him to lift the futon.

He knew that two beloved things were not far away, and they must be nearby.

That's why it's done.

Someone else's words wouldn't do it for no reason.

And if so?

That, of course, is the enemy!

Peng, Zhang, Li, and Zhao must be enemies, there is no doubt about it.

However, Jason is sure that his enemies are not just these four.

Look at the room in front of him, although it was very empty, there was no sign of a fight at all, and he believed that 'he' couldn't resist when he was hung on the beams.

Moreover, when Wuguan Street opened before, he had already won Peng, Zhang, Li, and Zhao.

Although I don't know if it's a wheel battle or 1V4, 'his' strength should be quite good.

It's impossible to hang 'him' on the beams of the house quietly.

Unless......

Someone attacked suddenly.

Or, poison!

If that's the case, then someone should come to 'collect the body' at this time.

Tread, stomp.

Jason was thinking when he heard footsteps.

Light and energetic.

Not heavy, not impatient.

The next moment, there was a knock on the door—

Knock, knock!

"Pavilion master, hall owner, it's time to eat."

The crisp voice carries an inexplicable sense of cheerfulness.

Not schadenfreude, but a natural joy.

Such a voice is not what a 'corpse collector' should have.

"Have you mastered the routine and rest, and started with irrelevant people?"

Jason instantly guessed what Peng, Zhang, Li, and Zhao were doing.

"Hurry up, owner!"

"Otherwise, the buns and soy milk I made will be cold."

"It's a pork bun ......"

The girl outside the door was still talking, and the door in front of her was suddenly opened, and a tall, burly figure appeared in front of her.

The feeling of oppression shrouded in shadows came to the face, normal people must be startled, but the girl in front of her was not frightened at all, she clapped her hands, and said happily: "Sure enough, the owner of the pavilion, you are still the most active in eating." ”

Then, the girl winked at Jason.

Bright and bright, there is youthful vitality.

There is also a sense of intimacy that is approachable, as if she is the little sister next door.

In particular, a plain jacket and trousers make people feel more intimate.

And at this time, the girl was even more smiling, staring at Jason with crooked eyes.

Obviously waiting for Jason's answer.

Jason didn't know the pattern of 'he' getting along with the girl in front of him, so he could only nod vaguely.

"Hmm."

Jason's answer didn't attract the girl's attention.

In fact, when Jason nodded, the girl had already turned around and jumped forward, and her mouth was still saying vigorously-

"I don't eat actively, and I have problems with my thoughts."

"Dry rice people, dry rice souls, dry rice have to use pots."

The crisp voice adds a certain intonation, as if singing.

It's not listening, but it's getting more and more vibrant.

Following the girl, Jason came out of the room and walked to the side, his gaze scanning the surroundings.

In addition to the room behind him, there are side rooms on the left and right, and in front of him is a lobby, and there is a moon doorway on the side of the lobby, through which Jason can clearly see the sandstone floor, weapon racks, and wooden stakes.

"In front of the martial arts hall is the living area, and the kitchen is in the ...... Over here. ”

No need to look any further, Jason followed the taste and saw the kitchen.

On the left side of the wing, it is separated from the side room by a wall.

A small square table sits directly in the kitchen.

There are two bowls, one large and one small, on the table, the milky white soy milk is exuding a rich aroma, and ten palm-sized meat buns are neatly stacked in the porcelain plate.

In two fist-sized plates, shredded radish and kelp are placed.

Shredded radish marinated in chili.

The kelp and shreds are mixed with garlic.

It's simple, but it's appetizing.

"Hurry up, it's time to eat."

The girl opened a small bench for Jason, and then, she sat opposite, and when she saw Jason sit down, her fingers couldn't help but put her fingers on the edge of the small bowl, and when Jason picked up the chopsticks, his palm was attached to the small bowl, and when Jason picked up the kelp silk and put it in his mouth, the girl picked up the bowl directly.

Knock, knock.

A bowl of soy milk is drunk in one go.

Obviously, the girl is also a person who loves food.

And when the girl was holding the bowl and preparing to make another bowl of soy milk-

Bang, bang.

The door in the front yard of the martial arts hall was smashed.