In the end, I sorted out the ancient books that I could understand, a total of eight, all of which were neatly placed in front of me. The remaining ancient books and other miscellaneous items were stacked in two separate palaces.

I have to say that living in a no-man's land also has the benefits of a no-man's land, at least a large area of palaces in this vicinity is your own, and you can use it however you want. It's not like those big clans, after staying in the Baby-Faced Human Palace and the Thousand-Eyed Giant Palace, not only do they have to endure the stench of the Baby-faced People's group of guys, but even their daily activities are easy to disturb the other two big clans, which is not very convenient.

After cleaning the only remaining human palace, Lu Lie gathered the white bones of the unknown predecessor together, put them in a cardboard box, bowed to it, and said sincerely: "Old brother, you came to this palace one step ahead of me, and you are older than me. I'm thick-skinned, so I'll call you big brother.

"Seeing that you've been rotting here for so long, and no one has found all that is left, you must have spent a long and difficult time here. I just hate myself for not coming here sooner, so I can accompany you, brother. I just hope that if your spirit in the sky can see me, please bless me in the dark to turn evil into good fortune, and please let me go to the eleventh floor in your place, and ask you for yourself what this Lord of Despair is, and fulfill your long-cherished wish that has not been fulfilled for so many years. ”

After doing this, he opened the first ancient book in order from the capitalized numbers on the ancient book.

Here's what is written in the words of the gods:

Come to the third day on the third floor of the Tower of Despair.

Oh my God, there really is a Lord of Despair who can grant any wish of humanity, and a Tower of Despair that needs to be cleared layer by layer. I always thought that it was just one of the countless ethereal legends written by ancient humans.

It is still unknown what the principle of the gaming room and the illusions created within it is. I had the most rigorous training before coming to this space, and if it were just to control the illusion created by my brain, I should have been able to detect the flaws, but I didn't. I also used the dream measuring instrument I carried with me to measure the world created by the game room, but the result of the dream measuring instrument was still that I was in the real world.

As a human being, as a scientist, I can't understand what I'm going through. Or maybe the game room is just one of the thousands of teleportation arrays in the Tower of Despair, where the challenger enters the game room and teleports them into a sealed space to complete the challenge, or maybe the illusion here is so realistic that no flaws can be detected by human means. Either way, the Tower of Despair, as a civilization, has far mastered technology beyond what can be imagined by human civilization.

If that's the case, then the Lord of Despair, that thing, it should be able to do.

If I'm really lucky enough to make it to the eleventh floor, I'll ask the Lord of Despair to kill the Eternals of this universe and save the last of our humanity's crumbling sparks.

Sublevel.

Seeing this, the first page of white paper has been filled with all the places where you can write, and the record has come to an abrupt end. "It seems that this should be a day for future people to write. When he saw the words ancient human, this universe, and the immortal, Lu Lie speculated in his heart. Without hesitation, he flipped the yellowed journal to the next page.

Tower of Despair, Level 3, Day 5.

My low-grade fever was getting worse and worse, and the injuries I sustained in the gaming room showed no signs of healing. That damn plant, I thought it would be the easiest challenge to come across, but in fact I quickly completed the challenge and left that hellish place...... But I was wrong, even though I had left the gaming room, the monster still cursed me, on top of the wounds it left on my body. I'm afraid this game has just begun.

Day 6.

I didn't have much painkillers and other ointments stored in my nanospace, but the injuries continued unabated, and my low-grade fever turned into a high-high fever. Now I am hallucinating in front of my eyes, and I have no desire to eat from yesterday to today, and all the functions of my body are developing in a bad direction.

This fragile body...... If I had known, I would have taken Dr. Tom's advice to strengthen half of my body into a synth before I came here.

This damn low-grade fever. It turns out that this kind of illness is a minor illness that is inconsequential in my hometown, but here, it is about to become the last straw that crushes me. I have a hunch.

Good night, all over the world. Hopefully I will wake up tomorrow morning and my high fever will go away.

Day 8

The wound left on my body by the plant in the gaming room had spread from the palm of my hand to my entire arm, and continued to spread in the direction of my shoulder.

Damn, damn it, damn it...... (There is a large section of graffiti here, and the already complex text of the gods is getting more and more messy, and it seems that the recorder was delirious by the time he recorded it.) ）

My strength was getting weaker and weaker, and I could feel the bastard's wound eating away at the last of my energy. What the hell is this bastard trying to do? Does it really want to devour the whole of me?

There are fewer and fewer agents and painkillers in the nanospace. After the anesthesia without painkillers, just enduring the severe pain in my arm exhausted all the energy in my body. In comparison, the pain caused by a high fever is insignificant.

Hopefully I'll wake up tomorrow morning and things will get a little better. Good night, Amen, Amitabha.

Adinsir, you must be thinking of me on the other side of the universe. You and my parents have supported me in the motivation to stay until now.

Early morning of the ninth day.

The sharp pain in my arm kept me awake in less than half an hour.

I had no choice but to use all the last painkillers left in the nanospace, but even with three times the usual dose, I still couldn't kill the growing pain in my arm.

For the first time in my life, I wondered if I should cut off my entire arm to protect myself.

Maybe I'm still too indecisive. In the first place, if you cut off the entire palm of your hand before the scar spreads, there will be no such entanglement.

Day 10.

I finally made it through the most difficult nights.

God knows how I ended up in a deep sleep.

When I woke up, I miraculously found that the heat above my head seemed to have subsided a little, which was a good sign. At the same time, I noticed that the wound on my arm had begun to stop eating like a wolf at the beginning as it spread to my shoulder. This gave me more time to think about whether or not to have my whole arm removed.

But the bad news is that some of the drugs left in the nanospace, because my willfulness last night has all been depleted. When I checked the spare space, I found that there were plenty of natural herbs in it, and thanks to God, Buddha and Allah, my father almost refused him when I asked me to set off with these things. But for now, these herbs may be my only hope of survival.

In order to survive, I began to consider whether to call up the ancient people's method of preparing herbs from the encyclopedia.

They may be less than one-tenth as effective as painkillers, but the only advantage is that only a small amount of them can be used to produce large quantities of safflower and anesthetic (as the ancients called some of the medicines of their time). They can support me for a long, long time, instead of running out in a little more than a week like that damn painkiller.

Day 11.

The wound on his arm began to spread again. I know this is not the time to hesitate. If I get rid of it, if I can return to this universe, I can also attach a mechanical arm. But if I hesitate, the next time I want to think about whether to cut off half of my body.

The only thing left to do now is to devise an amputation in this damn place.

The patients, the doctors, the nurses, all of them were me.

Be careful, be very careful. Such a very simple small operation, done here, may be a little wound infection, and it will be my nickname.

Day 12......

The rest of the text is full of the plan of the owner of the ancient book, how to cut off his injured arm, and how to prevent bacterial infection. Lu Lie is naturally not interested in these things, and he doesn't understand them when he sees them. After flipping through the pages to make sure it was all like this, he put down the first ancient book, rubbed his eyes, and then opened the second ancient book.

Except for some relatively confusing records, the second ancient book basically follows the order of the first ancient book.