Grew together.

In the dim light, 007 stared at the coat clinging to him.

She and this dress have grown together......

Because it was so cold last night, 007 had no intention of taking off his clothes at that time, so he spent the night wearing it while picking up dead branches.

When she woke up during the day, she had so much to do that she ignored the little girl's clothes.

Before that, she didn't expect that even if she was just wearing the clothes in the dungeon, she would slowly merge with this dungeon.

That's right, fusion......

Their mission is to escape from the fairytale city.

And the so-called fairy tale city, this is a copy!

All players who enter this quest will be slowly fused until the identity of the "player" is completely blurred, and finally become a part of this quest!

It wasn't that long ago that 007 discovered this truth.

It wasn't that she didn't see the mechanical people coming and going on the street, and she had doubted it, but she couldn't analyze anything just by looking at the mechanical people.

Until just now, she found a shovel.

A shovel with a special item underneath, as if a group of players used this shovel a long time ago and left their special items here.

And when 007 picked up that special item, it was no longer functional, and even the introduction was all garbled, as if the data had been destroyed by this copy......

Special items are destroyed by dungeons, and this is an unheard of and unseen thing!

It was at this moment that 007 discovered that the witch-like person had assigned the player a task, which was similar to the task assigned to her by the little girl who sold a lighter, and the NPCs in this copy seemed to like to release tasks that cost players a lot of time and were easy to integrate into the world.

The witch handed the player a shovel identical to the one in 007's hand.

This also means that a long time ago, this witch also issued the same quest to the previous batch of players, but then those who took the quest seemed to disappear, and even the shovel could not help but be thrown away, and even the special items were accompanied by data anomalies.

Combined with the mechanical movement of the people she had seen on the street, 007 understood something.

All players who failed the mission were fused with this dungeon!

The mechanical people she saw were all fused players!

007 still remembers that there is a rule in this global game, that is, the same dungeon cannot accept two groups of players at the same time, if you want the next group of players to come in, then the previous group of players must leave the dungeon one by one.

If those mechanical people were really the first few groups of players, theoretically their group of players should not be able to get in, but there is an explanation that can be explained-

Those people are no longer players.

They have been completely assimilated into the NPCs in this quest and can no longer be judged as "players".

So now in this dungeon, the real "players" are indeed only their group......

It is said that this is a "fairy tale city", but in fact the name of this copy should be "Assimilation City".

Now 007 has guessed how to complete the mission "Escape from Fairy Tale City".

"Just don't accept NPC quests in the first place"

"Just stay away from everyone in here in the first place"

"Just don't touch anything here in the first place"

"As long as the performance is incompatible with this fairy tale city, it will not be able to be assimilated.,Presumably, it won't be long before such a person will be directly expelled from this copy.,And in the end, the unfortunate person who is assimilated ......"

007 shuddered.

If the player dies in a dungeon, they will wake up in reality, but this dungeon does not make people die, it will gradually assimilate the player into a part of the dungeon, which means ......

It was already completely dark.

There was not even a moon in the sky tonight, and the whole forest was even more gloomy than last night.

007 tore the cloth on his sleeve again, it hurt, and the clothes were completely with him.

This means that you have already begun to be assimilated by this copy.

Yesterday she was still worried that she would suddenly be chased by the ghosts, but now she understood that in this dungeon, there was no such bloody danger as she imagined.

In the past, the despair when facing the ghosts, the hoarse cries and struggles, the pores on the back that suddenly enlarged when the line of life and death, those terrifying and terrifying scenes will not be there.

Some are just peaceful, lonely panics that slowly amplify and then spread throughout the body.

Like an old man in the twilight of his life, when he runs out of oil and the lamp is dry, he looks at death slowly coming, and he is unwilling, but he can't do anything about it.

"I'll watch myself die in a strange way"

It's death in the truest sense of the word.

Even though her body may still be left in a meaningless movement somewhere, she is indeed dead, a real death, and the moving body is nothing more than a set walking corpse.

The night breeze blows through the forest.

The leaves above their heads began to applaud again, as if mocking the stupid people.

007 closed his eyes and gritted his teeth fiercely: "Or as long as you find out the truth earlier, and then stay away from this copy and get everything, there will be a chance to be saved......"

"No, it's not too late!" She snapped open her eyes at the thought of something.

Definitely can't die in this place!

She thought as she gritted her teeth and pulled a boning knife from her inventory.

"If I die before I am completely assimilated by the dungeon, will I be saved?"

Just kill yourself first!

But she hesitated when she drew her machete.

"No, it's not safe...... My body has been partially assimilated, so what if I die and will be completely assimilated immediately? ”

"It has to be ...... In a safer way, you must first disassociate yourself from this dungeon......"

Thinking of this, 007 hesitated for a moment, then raised the knife in his right hand in the darkness of the night.

At this time, the moon covered by dark clouds suddenly revealed a head, and the moonlight shone on the sharp knife in her hand, and the blade suddenly flashed with a sharp cold light.

The shiny tip of the knife approached the cuff of his left arm, and then he didn't hesitate to drop it, and cut it in as if it were tofu.

The sharp tip of the knife sank into the skin of the arm, making a sound like a slice of meat.

Without pause, she braced herself and dared to grasp the knife quickly and resolutely, slashing upwards so hard that the tip of the knife slid all the way to her elbow.

The scar on his arm was like a juicy peach that had been slashed suddenly, the skin turned out slightly, and scarlet blood rushed out of the crack, and when he looked at the wound, he could even see the faintly beating flesh inside.

At this point, the pain finally came to mind.