Listening to Theseus's words, Xiuge frowned and asked, "Listening to you say this, it seems that I have to survive from the next things and solve all those troubles in order to achieve the requirement of 'jumping out of the script', right?" ”

"It's pretty much the same, but there's never a clear indicator or boundary for this kind of thing, just look at it."

After saying such a long sentence to Hug with such seriousness, Theseus returned to his original lazy appearance, leaned back in his chair, and said to Shug while shaking his legs slightly: "But this time, don't expect me to come forward to solve any problems for you...... After all, this time around, you're going to face a much bigger challenge, and if I intervene, there's a good chance I'll get even more terrible trouble. ”

It was hard to imagine that one day he would be able to hear such a term as "terrible trouble" from the lips of Theseus.

So, what kind of existence could make Theseus so restrained?

Xiuge thought for a moment, and his back was a little hairy.

So he opened his mouth to ask, but before the words reached his mouth, Xiuge found that he could not even make a sound, as if in this dream shelter, a force directly blocked his mouth, preventing him from making any sound.

"Shh

Theseus raised a finger and made a "silencing" gesture: "There are some names and some things that are absolutely taboo anywhere, even within this shelter...... I could talk about Them, but you can't, at least not yet, you see? ”

Seeing Shug nodding, Theseus put away his fingers, and with the lifting of that powerful restriction, Shuge finally regained the right to speak in this dream shelter.

At this time, Theseus casually added: "If you can, there are some things that you better not think about, the so-called gods, there will always be some power beyond your knowledge, and now, you happen to be benefiting from the power they remain in this world, so ......"

He raised his hand and nodded his head gently: "Take care of your own thoughts, it's good for you." ”

"I see."

Hug sighed and accepted Theseus' advice.

However, he also knows that it is not easy to control his mind, some things, the more unwilling to think about them, the easier it is to jump out of his mind, fortunately now he already has extraordinary power far beyond ordinary people, with magic power, he can still interfere and influence his spiritual world to a considerable extent.

Theseus smiled, "If you need it, I can also try to help you...... Isn't there a word for the world you originally inhabited? I remember what it was called 'Thought Seal'? While not necessarily accurate, I can also make some deep hints to you. ”

A funny expression of ill-intentioned evil appeared in Theseus's face: "How, are you interested?" ”

Xiuge hurriedly shook his head: "Not yet, thank you." ”

"It's a shame."

The conversation between the two finally came to an end, and Shug was finally given the opportunity to ask about the "sacrifice" and "exchange", saying, "I brought the 'Eyeballs of the Walking Spider' and the 'Fluids of the Rotten Wyvern'...... The quality hasn't been verified, but it looks like it's all fine, can you give me some advice on this? ”

"Aha......"

Theseus lazily moved his chair, he turned the computer screen back on, and then he replied casually: "With your current ability, I'm afraid you can only carry one of them at most, but I won't help you make a choice, I can only give you some reference in the direction, just think of it as a 'tip' for your excellent performance during this time." ”

As he spoke, Theseus raised his hand and grasped the mouse: "If you want to increase your chances of survival, then try sacrificing the eyeballs of those spiders, they can make you ...... Well, there's some advantage in terms of 'running away'. ”

He paused, then continued, "But if it were me, I would probably choose 'Dirt Wyvern's Bodily Fluids' because it's fun enough and might bring some unexpected changes. ”

After saying that, the faceless god turned his head, as if to deliberately disgust Xiuge or affect his state of mind, Theseus once again let out a rather "soft" feminine voice: "The time of choice has come, I am looking forward to it!" ”

……

Shuge returned to the other side of the shelter with a strange expression on his face.

He felt that although Theseus's performance and attitude towards himself had become much gentler over the years, the distorted and strange tendencies of his personality were still distinct, and his posture of repeatedly jumping between immodest and overly serious was really a big head.

But this time, the message that Hug received from Theseus was also very important.

For now, at least, Theseus did not have any antipathy or hostility towards the goddess Mel, who had shaped the Vane today, but on the contrary, his words and deeds suggest that he might even be on the opposite side of the ancient gods.

It sounds strange, but as Theseus puts it, the choices he might make, and his inclinations, cannot be judged simply by the concept of "position," which means that it is entirely possible for him to make temporary partial choices between the opposing sides for some other unknown purpose.

Such a message is sufficient for the present Shuge.

He took a stand in front of the two alchemical materials he had brought with him, and began to seriously consider the direction that Theseus had given him.

After a moment, Shuge reached for the alchemy container filled with eerie slime.

"I have to be firm and follow through on my ideas...... The increase in the escape rate is not what I need most now, as Theseus said, my personal fate has become intertwined with the fate of the group, and this is the key to my real escape from the 'established script'. ”

Shuge finally made up his mind, he took the alchemy container in his hand, then turned and walked to the side of the hallway, and soon, he was in front of a water dispenser.

There was nothing in the bucket of the water dispenser, and the logos and words that were supposed to be printed on the bucket had now been completely replaced by those black words of the Abyss Mist, and looking at these unfamiliar words that he couldn't understand at all, Hug suddenly remembered a question that he didn't have time to ask Theseus.

He wondered if the shelter really existed in his dreams, or was his "dreaming" really just a form of entering the shelter? What other space does it actually exist in?

And......

Do you have a chance to step out of this sanctuary and explore the world outside of it?

However, these chaotic thoughts only lasted for a moment, and then they were immediately dispelled by Xiuge, which was not something he should think about now, and solving the current dilemma and increasing his chips and hole cards was what he really needed to do.

In view of the vision that had appeared when sacrificing other "sacrifices" before, Xiuge quickly adjusted his state, and after making sufficient protection and preparations, the mage's hand immediately picked up the alchemy container for Xiuge, and began to slowly float towards the water dispenser blocked by the fog.

As with every sacrifice that Xiuge had ever performed, as the objects used as sacrifices approached the container that had "imprisoned" the unknown ancient creation, the black mist characters that had a blocking effect "came to life", and they began to slowly writhe, constantly changing their forms, and the strange words that were originally "displayed" as "Rotten Wyvern Body Fluids" in Xiuge's cognition finally turned into long black snakes that kept writhing one after another.

Under Xiuge's gaze, the long black snakes made of mist began to crawl along the bucket of the water dispenser, and then, the heads of these long snakes slowly lifted and stretched out into the air, and began to swing from side to side, and on their "heads" made of mist, a crack appeared.

That's the mouth, or mouthparts.

In it, Hug saw rings of black sharp serrations.

As the black shadows swayed their heads, the sawtooth began to "spin" in a way that was incomprehensible to humans, a strange structure that reminded Shoge of a sea creature called the lamprey in his original world.

However, these shadows were clearly not as simple as "snakes" or "eels", and as their bodies swayed, Shug saw that their elongated bodies made of mist had several bulges, which were rather strangely shaped, looking like limbs or wings about to grow.

Shug frowned and waved his hand, and the mage's hand immediately sent the container filled with the Rotten Wyvern's body fluids forward.

In the next moment, the black shadows that "grew" from the bucket of the water dispenser immediately became excited, and they coiled upward, twisting the hand of the mage dragging the container into magic powder in an instant, and the canister container containing the viscous liquid was tightly wrapped and wound by them, and those terrifying spiral sawteeth also attached to the container.

The container, which had been treated with a special process to contain corrosive liquids, had a strange change at this moment - it began to melt.

It's as if ice cubes or butter have been put in a stove.

The original sturdy and corrosion-resistant tank began to dissolve and collapse in an instant, and Xiug saw that the metal parts on it began to deform at a rapid speed, and then turned into some kind of slime in an indistinguishable form, and then the transparent glass on the tank and the magical ritual attached to the glass also dissolved in the entanglement of these black shadows, and in the process, Xiug heard a strange sound of extremely high frequency, which made the hair stand on end.

It was as if there were countless mouths sucking and gnawing on the jar, and it was as if they were whispering.

Soon, the tank itself was dissolved, and the shadows began to retract rapidly, forming a new container from their long, narrow bodies, and the sharp, jagged mouthparts probed into the interior of the "new container" and began to suck the foul wyvern bodily fluids that emitted an eerie smell.

As a rare and disreputable breed of magical creatures, the Dirt Wyvern has always been a controversial presence throughout the magical academic community and even in the biological world.

Many scholars believe that these wyverns, whose body structure has been severely eroded, but who are still able to survive, are not actually enough to be called a new "species", and that they are just some outliers in the large wyvern population.

At the same time, however, there are many spellcasters who use magical creatures as their subject believe that these creatures that live in harsh environments such as swamps have actually formed a unique ecosystem, and their growth, predation, habits, etc., are completely different from ordinary magical creatures, and can naturally be regarded as a unique species.

Of course, there are those who take the middle value, and they believe that the Dirt Wyvern is actually an accidental branch of the evolution of magical creatures, and it is likely that they have retained some of the characteristics of their ancestors from ancient times, which is why they are so different......

But in any case, one fact cannot be changed.

That is, in the whole of Vann, no one likes the bodily fluids of this creature, and anyone, elf, or goblin will have a strange sense of disgust and fear whenever they smell them.

This reaction is innate and extremely converging, as if the smell had once had a severe psychological impact on the members of these different races.

Shoge is no exception.

The moment he smelled these scents, he took a step back vigilantly, and at the same time, the Running Rat and the Touch of Calron, which were his reliable combat power, appeared one after another, and even his mirror messenger clone stood beside him in the slowly drifting mist, Xiuge picked up the crystallized gun he carried with him, and handed it into his own hand, and this figure that looked exactly like Xiug took the gun very skillfully, And with the simple tricks he mastered, he created several magic bullets that could be used.

As for Xiuge himself, he shook his palm slightly, and the wolf tooth tattoo on his wrist immediately let out a slight tremor, and then the fangs of the hound, which could call the court hound and directly cause astonishing damage, appeared in Xiuge's hand.

Although he didn't know what was going to happen next, this indescribable strange aura made him inexplicably feel like he was facing a terrifying enemy.

This forced him to be on the lookout.

(End of chapter)