I Am Your Natural Enemy

Chapter 816

Wen Yan saw Yang Hailong start saying NPC lines, and he knew that asking about the creator's whereabouts was one of the ways to trigger the rules.

Yang Hailong could now only recite the predetermined lines belonging to this NPC.

"Alright, I'm leaving. Can I take the book with me?"

"Magic has never been free, but seeing your sincerity, if you help me deliver a letter to Sir Laurence in the city, I can give you a discount on the Magic Book."

Wen Yan flipped the book over and saw the price of the book on the back.

10 copper coins, but then the "10" was crossed out and turned into "1".

A name also appeared on the cover of the book.

"Nameless Travels.

Some travel notes recorded by an unnamed person, containing some basic magical knowledge, nothing noteworthy."

Wen Yan took out a copper coin and gave it to Yang Hailong, and the book was his.

"May the Holy Light bless you. If you wish to learn more powerful magic, you can try your luck in the icy plains north of the main city."

"I wanted to ask you earlier if there's anything you need me to take out, but now I'm afraid there's no time to ask.

Wait here, think about what exactly you want to say.

If I manage to get out, I'll carry your message.

Also, you've been posthumously honored as a martyr, aside from not being able to take your place, you needn't worry about the rest."

Yang Hailong showed a slight smile and bowed.

"May you have great martial fortune, and may miracles accompany you."

Wen Yan saw a living person transform into an NPC, only able to say the NPC's predetermined lines, which suddenly pulled him back from the mindset that this was just a game.

This is indeed a game world, but it's not safe at all.

Death is not the end, it might even be the beginning of eternal torment.

Seeing Yang Hailong speaking lines, he was suddenly filled with horror.

As he was preparing to leave with the book Yang Hailong gave him, he saw Yang Hailong retrieve a letter to be delivered to that Sir Laurence.

He left with the letter, deciding to deliver it first, as Yang Hailong had strongly hinted at it. Surely, there would be some clue over there.

He delivered the letter to the Sir's mansion in the city, and there he saw a mural.

He saw a Brave holding a magic wand, facing a tide of monsters ahead.

In the end, the Brave was completely submerged in the endless tide of monsters.

He also saw a woman holding a sharp sword, raising it high, followed by an army, and eventually, she died at the summit of the mountains.

There was also a Brave who, while walking, transformed into a Demon, standing with the demons.

These were the paths taken by the three before, all ending in failure.

The conclusion drawn was that power and authority are not the key to passing through.

Any measures under the rules are useless.

The only one who might break the rules immediately became a Demon, suppressed in the Abyss.

And if Wen Yan didn't remember wrongly, when he was playing back then, this game had never fully developed the Abyss until it cooled down.

The Abyss was just part of the background in the expansion.

In this private server world, there might not even be an Abyss map at all.

At the same time.

The Peak of the World, a place beyond the map.

The creator sat on a chair formed by a pool of blood, and across from him sat the Soul of a person.

Both overlooked the world below together.

"Do you know him?" the creator asked.

"Yes, a Martial Artist, not particularly strong, but not weak either," the Soul of the comatose person said with a smile. After looking seriously at the creator for a few moments, he smiled even more joyfully: "You seem a bit uneasy?"

"Yes, I don't know why, but I always feel like he might truly pass through, even though I don't remember what the pass conditions are."

"What a joke, didn't you say this was meticulously designed by you? If even you can't meet the pass conditions, how could anyone else pass through?"

"In any game, as long as there's a design, there must be a way to pass through."