The triangular structure of the wooden planks and purlins, the clear and dense wood texture and the unique resinous aroma of coniferous trees all tell Jin Shaolan that the roof that catches his eye belongs to a real wooden house. The beam hanging overhead was made of whole logs, and an oil lamp hung in the middle, and Jin Shaolan stared at it and shook it three times in the morning light through the skylight before coming back to his senses.

Jin Shaolan got up suddenly, his right fist pressed against his chest and gasped. The previous severe pain made his heart palpitate, even if he knelt in front of the bronze gate for only a moment, even if there was no abnormality in his body at this moment, Jin Shaolan still doubted how he survived, instead of choosing to retreat and give up.

…… Is it so unwilling?

"Well, at least I know I didn't run because my legs were weak and I couldn't stand up......," the young director gasped and laughed.

After a while, after the heartbeat and wheezing calmed down, Jin Shaolan slowly unbuttoned her shirt. On his chest, a strange pattern suddenly appeared, the color was blood red, as clear as if it was painted with oil paint, but this blood red was as deep into the texture as an innate birthmark.

"This ...... This is? Jin Shaolan looked at this tattoo-like pattern in surprise and tried to touch it. I didn't find anything, and I ......, "Why do you always think I'm so good in secondary school?" He said, trying to hold back the laughter, but he couldn't hold back it, and decided not to bear it.

In addition, he couldn't suppress the negative emotions in his heart before, and his fist hit the big tree and injured his fingers, but now these small injuries have completely healed. Jin Shaolan, who was relaxed, exhaled silently, if it was usual, he would have cherished his fingers very much.

Getting up and getting out of bed, Jin Shaolan looked around for a moment.

A room with déjà vu, the windows are bright and clean, but Jin Shaolan couldn't find the source from his memory for a while. He was lying on a hardwood bed, the thick blankets and sheets on the bed were neat and dry, and he could smell the freshness of soap. The few pieces of wood furniture in the room are so simple that they are simply nailed to the boards, the grid-like iron grilles and wooden sashes installed on the air windows are much more sophisticated, and the sky blue stained glass inlaid on the windows and skylights give people a Gothic aesthetic.

From the layout and furnishings of the room, Jin Shaolan recognized it at a glance as a medieval-style inn or tavern room. For a director, even if it is a third-rate director, this is a basic skill. Similarly, as a director with such an imaginative existence, after seeing the shocking bronze gate, the terrifying black clouds and red lightning, Jin Shaolan was surprised that he appeared inexplicably in a medieval hotel, but he did not find it difficult to accept.

There was a mirror hanging on the wall facing the window, and Jin Shaolan walked up and saw the whole picture of the mysterious pattern from the mirror. He was stunned, as if he sensed something.

"This ...... That's what happened? Am I feeling pain because the Nightmare Space is 'tagging me'......? ”

"—I'm calling you!"

"-My darling for my gaze!"

A smile slowly rose from the corner of Jin Shaolan's mouth, he whispered something softly, and looked at his image in the mirror again. Then he couldn't help but cover his face and sigh.

Just now, all his attention was focused on the blood-red tattoo on his chest, so it wasn't until this time that he realized that the person in the mirror was no longer Jin Shaolan's original face; His clothes have also changed, and he has become a shirt and tunic in the same medieval style - but his current appearance is ...... Well, speaking of which, some of his own characteristics can still be seen from this face, and I can't help but admit that the characteristics of Jin Shaolan, an oriental with delicate facial features, appear in a common frustrated man in medieval Europe...... Uh, strong man, on the face, what a difficult and challenging feat.

Jin Shaolan sighed again, comforting herself, that mysterious and wonderful "nightmare space", since "he" aims to recruit himself to complete the task for "him", then the current appearance should be temporary, yes, only temporary!

"The premise is that the mission is successfully completed," he reminded himself, and he was not so quick to forget the sound of the sound he heard in front of the bronze gate, the "blood and life" he had said.

Having resigned herself to her new appearance (which was the most "euphemistic" adjective Jin Shaolan could think of), Jin Shaolan began to identify the contents of the room, starting with the tin candlestick on the bedside table, a stack of papers, and a few old books. If he'd guessed correctly, there should be a clue to the task that Nightmare Space was asking him to complete.

Just as I was about to start checking it, a quill floated on the low cabinet and spun around. There was no one and no ink, and the quill pen automatically wrote a series of fluid handwriting on the parchment.

"—Contractor 14120, welcome to Nightmare Space." **

"This is the first nightmare world you'll ever experience – World of Warcraft." **

Jin Shaolan's heart was beating faster, and her eyes were bright.

Then this is the world of Warcraft, the planet Azeroth. He also understood why he had an inexplicable sense of familiarity with this room: how many times he was offline in the online game World of Warcraft, it was in such a hotel room.

"This is the first nightmare world you've ever experienced, so if you don't understand this world, you can go to the side to check the relevant information, note: under normal circumstances, only this world has this privilege." *

"Warning: You can interact with the characters, but you can't try to divulge information about the nightmare world and the real world to them in any way." *

"Warning: You must complete the main quest given to you within forty-eight hours or you will be out." *

In a column of dark blue handwriting, the word "out" is clearly enlarged and bold to distinguish it.

Not only is the color a piercing blood red, but presumably to emphasize its importance, the quills write them a little slower and harder than the previous ones, resulting in the ink not drying as quickly as the blue ink used in other words, but temporarily remaining wet, like a calligraphy ink that has been improperly stored during the rainy season, dripping as if it would be stained with ink when touched:

It is involuntarily reminiscent of the bloody words left at the murder scene in a detective movie.

Jin Shaolan's breathing became a little short, there was indeed a fear of the unknown and a bad association brought by the blood-red word "out", but these were overwhelmed by the excitement and expectation brought to him by the words "World of Warcraft". Instead of picking up the parchment, he just stood at the table and watched the lines of information emerge from it. ①

"Main Quest: Trusted Adventurer."

"Description: Dalaran is a city of mages who love to explore the starry sky and infinite mysteries of the universe. Because most mages were immersed in experimentation, study, and research for a long time, Dalaran was often overstretched to maintain the security of his territory and explore the outside world, and the shortage of manpower became especially acute after the end of the First Orc War. Join the adventurers recruited by Dalaran and earn the trust of the City of Mages. ”

"Mission Goal: Gain Dalaran's trust."

"Quest Tip: Ways to gain the trust of the City of Mages, Dalaran, include, but are not limited to:

Your reputation in Dalaran is neutral or above;

You have reached a friendly or above reputation in any of the official/legal organizations of Dalaran, including but not limited to the Tirith Puja, the Council of Six, the Town Hall, the Violet Eye, the Violet Prison, etc.;

You have gained a personal friendship (friendship of 'friend' or above) with a mage rank that cannot be lower than that of a mid-level mage, or has an official status;

You are an adult blue dragon, and you and Dalaran promise each other to respect each other's sovereignty and territorial integrity, non-aggression, non-interference in each other's internal affairs, equality and mutual benefit, and peaceful coexistence. ……”

"Hint: You can earn the following milestones in this world (including this world and the extended world)." *

"Oh, brother: you join the Stonemasons' Society in Stormwind and gain full membership."

"Who took my candles: You get 10 full candles from kobolds."

"Enemy of Nature: You have killed 30 beasts of the same species, 30 large or medium herbivores of the same species, and 30 giant or large aggressive birds of the same species, and managed to attract the attention of the radical druid organization "Rendehui." (You must have more than 50% of your total direct cumulative damage to each target creature)

"Aoyama: Your deeds did not attract the attention of the Rentoku Society, but were appreciated by the legendary hunter Hermet Nesinwari."

"New Year's Friend: Archmage Antonidas or Kael'thas Sunstrider Prince has a more favorable opinion of you than 'Friend': 0/8400."

"Prison Break: You helped more than three Violet Prison inmates escape."

“……”*

"The following milestones don't have enough merit to view"*

"Attaining a milestone unlocks the title." *

"Each contractor can have multiple titles, but only one title can be equipped at a time. Titles come with a variety of special effects, and in most cases, you won't be able to change them once you're in battle. ”*

"Warning: From the moment you accept the mission, you will be exposed to great danger. Again, behind the huge risks, there are bound to be great opportunities. ”*

With a "snap", the quill paused for the last moment, and fell on the parchment like it lost its magic.

Only then did Jin Shaolan notice that at the head of the wooden bed where he was lying before, half of the old notebook was exposed under the pillow. He pulled out his notebook and saw a hand-drawn Kenrito Eye on it, which looked like it had been forgotten by the previous occupants. Flipping through the notebook, a familiar piece of content comes into view.