"It's a big scene."

Looking at the spectacular view when he pushed open the door, Akon raised an eyebrow.

At some point, the outside world has completely changed to a different shape.

A few planks grazed Akon's scalp and flew into the sky. Drinks and miscellaneous goods shuttled aimlessly back and forth in mid-air, as if gravity had completely disappeared. In other words, there is no concept of gravity in this world.

If you look closely, you can barely see the wreckage in the distance, which is a mess of splinters. It seemed as if the entire Paladin's Inn had been torn apart, and then forcibly glued together with the glue made of purple space, and countless magical powers had condensed into a substantial state in this time and space, turning into a cloud of purple mist to roll around.

What connects the room is no longer the planks or the earth that you want to think of. In this torn space, even the concepts of up, down, left, right and left are gone. Everywhere there was a lilac mist, and all the rooms turned into fragments, large and small, like fish in a pool, blowing in the tide of magic. Only a faint, gelatinous object barely crossed the rooms together, and was able to join together in this empty and terrible space.

"Special subspace, magic energy?"

He thought casually as he watched the ground under his feet crumble and begin to be torn apart by invisible forces.

This kind of subspace, which is formed entirely by human thinking and behavior, is a nightmare for people with weak mental will. Just looking at this chaotic and fragmented space, ordinary people were probably already covering their heads and screaming.

The gelatinous and transparent bands are actually the remnants of human breath in real space. These adhesive tapes only appear in places where you often step and move around a lot. As for the less crowded ones, such as the wine cellar or the innkeeper's personal room, in Akon's eyes, their fragments were even hundreds of meters away, and the shadows continued to disintegrate, as if they had been devoured by some invisible monster in the dark purple space.

Glancing back at the open door, he thought for a moment, pulled a card from his hand, and pasted it on the door.

A string of obscure runes flashed, and the somewhat distorted door suddenly explained, and the hazy light shield dispelled the purple mist around it that slowly dismembered the fragments of the room. After confirming the effect of the card, Akon nodded in satisfaction.

Magic Deck: The Thinker

A special deck consisting of more than a dozen different magic cards that deal with subspace and illusions can be said to be useless at other times. But now, in the face of this situation, the deck in Akon's mind can be described as a sharp weapon. It strengthens the damage and use of spirits and illusions, and gives up most of the power of real space, which now seems to be correct.

As if to deliberately highlight the sense of existence, the system that had not moved for a long time suddenly popped out in front of me. With a large string of characters, it startled Akon, who was thinking about whether to go over.

'Mission Change: Death Knell'

Synopsis: After much deliberation, you finally feel that you still need to save them. After all, such good cannon fodder is hard to come across, and if you don't have much money, it's one to be able to save one. What's more, you've got a full set of insecticide weapons ready, and the Thinker series is enough for you to walk sideways through this space. Save the world! Juvenile! A bright future awaits you!

By the way, your luck still seems to be bad. In this space where dreams and reality intersect, time is something that has no meaning. You may save only a dead person, and the living person will be killed by your own hands. Let's tell the difference, in terms of thought, the superposition of life and death is not so simple. You just need to save the people who are still alive. As for the dead...... How about a toll? You can't beat them anyway.

Quest reward: 1000 XP + anything you can find

PS: You don't want to know what it's like to walk on those adhesive tapes. Those bands you walk on are theoretically the breath of a living person. Think about how you and a bunch of big-footed men are intimately sticking together. ’

…… This guy did it on purpose, right? Why do such tips always come out at this time?

Taking a deep look at the PS symbol on the system, Akon sighed and pulled a card from the deck and crushed it.

"Phantom walking."

The card in the palm of his hand quietly exploded into pieces, and the illusory energy suddenly condensed into two translucent boots under Akon's feet. This spell allows people to move forward in the way they want in a fantasy space. Whether it's anti-gravity or floating, flying at high speed or sticking to a wall, whatever you do. But as a secret method, its preciousness is also quite considerable.

But the thought of how he might feel if he walked on top of those gelatins, Akon's face twitched a little. That's no joke, it's not ordinary people who can leave a mark on this kind of rural place.

At the very least, it has to be a lumberjack who often comes here to drink, vomit and sweat, and there must be some other weirdos.

"The cost of magic energy may be a bit large."

After trying to step on the strap and making sure that there was no problem with him walking up, Akon secretly breathed a sigh of relief and began to estimate the distance he would have to walk to the room of the mercenary Anta.

It's only a few steps away in real space, but it's quite a distance in this disgusting world. Although it seemed to be not far above, the fragment representing Anta Room was constantly changing in distance under the five-star storm of subspace. Eventually, it became entangled under the pull of the gelatinous substance, and organized into an octopus-like shape in mid-air.

And it's not just the way, the sound and the fog itself are organized into terrifying forms to terrorize the mage. The lilac mist converged in mid-air to form the image of Anta, but it was mutilated and terrifying. Some of them were missing heads, some were simply disorganized, or they had many eyes on their bodies, and they all cursed at Akon with hideous expressions.

'You idiot! If you had come sooner, I wouldn't have died here! ’

'Why don't you hurry up?!' I'm right here! ’

'It's all your fault, mage! It's all you! ’

'Can you hurry up!' No, the monster is coming, he's already here! You're one step too late! ’

"It's a big scene."

Looking at the spectacular view when he pushed open the door, Akon raised an eyebrow.

At some point, the outside world has completely changed to a different shape.

A few planks grazed Akon's scalp and flew into the sky. Drinks and miscellaneous goods shuttled aimlessly back and forth in mid-air, as if gravity had completely disappeared. In other words, there is no concept of gravity in this world.

If you look closely, you can barely see the wreckage in the distance, which is a mess of splinters. It seemed as if the entire Paladin's Inn had been torn apart, and then forcibly glued together with the glue made of purple space, and countless magical powers had condensed into a substantial state in this time and space, turning into a cloud of purple mist to roll around.

What connects the room is no longer the planks or the earth that you want to think of. In this torn space, even the concepts of up, down, left, right and left are gone. Everywhere there was a lilac mist, and all the rooms turned into fragments, large and small, like fish in a pool, blowing in the tide of magic. Only a faint, gelatinous object barely crossed the rooms together, and was able to join together in this empty and terrible space.

"Special subspace, magic energy?"

He thought casually as he watched the ground under his feet crumble and begin to be torn apart by invisible forces.

This kind of subspace, which is formed entirely by human thinking and behavior, is a nightmare for people with weak mental will. Just looking at this chaotic and fragmented space, ordinary people were probably already covering their heads and screaming.

The gelatinous and transparent bands are actually the remnants of human breath in real space. These adhesive tapes only appear in places where you often step and move around a lot. As for the less crowded ones, such as the wine cellar or the innkeeper's personal room, in Akon's eyes, their fragments were even hundreds of meters away, and the shadows continued to disintegrate, as if they had been devoured by some invisible monster in the dark purple space.

Glancing back at the open door, he thought for a moment, pulled a card from his hand, and pasted it on the door.

A string of obscure runes flashed, and the somewhat distorted door suddenly explained, and the hazy light shield dispelled the purple mist around it that slowly dismembered the fragments of the room. After confirming the effect of the card, Akon nodded in satisfaction.

Magic Deck: The Thinker

A special deck consisting of more than a dozen different magic cards that deal with subspace and illusions can be said to be useless at other times. But now, in the face of this situation, the deck in Akon's mind can be described as a sharp weapon. It strengthens the damage and use of spirits and illusions, and gives up most of the power of real space, which now seems to be correct.

As if to deliberately highlight the sense of existence, the system that had not moved for a long time suddenly popped out in front of me. With a large string of characters, it startled Akon, who was thinking about whether to go over.

'Mission Change: Death Knell'

Synopsis: After much deliberation, you finally feel that you still need to save them. After all, such good cannon fodder is hard to come across, and if you don't have much money, it's one to be able to save one. What's more, you've got a full set of insecticide weapons ready, and the Thinker series is enough for you to walk sideways through this space. Save the world! Juvenile! A bright future awaits you!

By the way, your luck still seems to be bad. In this space where dreams and reality intersect, time is something that has no meaning. You may save only a dead person, and the living person will be killed by your own hands. Let's tell the difference, in terms of thought, the superposition of life and death is not so simple. You just need to save the people who are still alive. As for the dead...... How about a toll? You can't beat them anyway.

Quest reward: 1000 XP + anything you can find