Chapter 310: Dungeon World

Rotting and moldy, damp.

Lin An clutched a slightly deformed envelope in his hand, his head splitting with pain.

The three teammates behind him swayed, supporting themselves so they wouldn't fall.

The discomfort from spatial transmission made people feel nauseous and dry-heave.

"Captain Lin, this is worse than motion sickness,"

"This is the instance!?"

Zhang Tie's face turned pale, he looked around suspiciously.

The place where the four of them were was a modernly decorated living room.

The ceiling had white incandescent lights; to the left of the living room was a TV, to the right a sofa and a coffee table.

It was a very typical modern decor style, with nothing special about it.

Outside the window the sun shone brightly, swarms of flies buzzed about in disarray.

Aside from a male corpse crawling on the ground, this place looked like a random household picked out before the apocalypse.

A white circular barrier surrounded the several people, inside and outside the barrier seemed to divide into two worlds.

Lin An, somewhat curious, touched the white barrier with his hand, only to find it unusually hard.

Before he could think further, the system's notification sounded again:

"Beep, player has entered the 【Amoeba Worm】 instance."

"Current day: 1"

"The instance will officially open in 10 seconds."

"This instance's mission: help humanity of this world resolve the apocalypse crisis!"

"Mission time: unlimited (in the system's judgment, if this world loses all solutions, the mission fails)"

"Time ratio: in the instance world, every 10 days that pass, 1 day passes in the real world."

"Note: the instance world's setting is extremely similar to the real world, but its size is only one percent of the real world."

"This instance world is a fragment world, lacking a complete history, and its inhabitants cannot perceive the world's abnormality."

"Player benefits for entering the instance world:"

"Privilege 1: Language mastery (you can communicate with anyone without hindrance.)"

"Privilege 2: Emotional amplification (the world's inhabitants' attitudes and emotions toward the player will be doubled; if the emotion is fear, fear becomes terror; if it is favor, favor becomes liking.)"

"Privilege 3: The power of technological weapons in this world remains unchanged, no damage reduction."

"【Amoeba Worm】 instance world background: In 2030, a global zombie virus outbreak caused heavy human deaths. After three years of arduous resistance, humanity finally established safe zones and military bases in cities worldwide to counter the endless corpse tide. Everything seemed to be improving, but a dark current capable of destroying the world slowly flowed."

"Warning: Players must not, by any means, leak any information about their origin from the real world!! Violators will be erased!"

"10.."

"7.."

The countdown gradually sounded.

After Lin An quickly finished reading the instance information, his heart sank.

This instance's mission is actually to solve the apocalypse crisis?!

What a joke!

Even if this world is a fragment world, can an apocalypse crisis extremely similar to the real world be solved by oneself?

Although there is no time limit, he does have one in the real world!

With 210 days of time, if he can't solve it himself, does he just have to wait for death?

Damn it!

Uncommonly, Lin An couldn't help but curse quietly in his heart.

"【Amoeba Worm】 instance, no matter how you look at it, it's a microcosm of the real world."

"Safe zones and military bases have already been established to resist the corpse tide?"

"Isn't this just the state from my past life, two years into the apocalypse?"

Suppressing his emotions as much as possible, Lin An took a deep breath and thought frantically.

Solve this apocalypse crisis?

How to solve it?

Kill all the zombies? Or find the source of the zombies?

He doesn't even know the strength of this world's enemies now. If there are beings of third rank or higher, there's almost no chance of completing it!

Even though the world is only one percent the size, there are still over a hundred million zombies!

210 days, at least over a hundred million zombies.

On average, at least nearly five hundred thousand zombies must be killed each day!

Damn it, not to mention five hundred thousand running zombies, even five hundred thousand pigs wouldn't be that easy to kill!

Before even encountering the first enemy, Lin An already felt the pressure of death.

Zhang Tie, Gao Tian, and Mo Ling exchanged glances, their hearts equally heavy.

"Captain Lin, this damn system isn't playing with us, is it!?"

Zhang Tie's face looked grim, then he stepped toward the window to observe outside.

Gao Tian quickly rushed out past the disappearing barrier, crouched on the ground, and carefully examined the man's corpse.

"Brother Lin, the corpse has been rotting for at least 20 days, it's already oozing corpse oil, overall presenting a huge appearance, the cause of death should be suicide."

He carefully turned the corpse face up, only to see the male corpse's features blurred; in the decaying, damp environment, the human body had begun to dissolve spontaneously.

The belly swollen to the size of a pregnant woman's, the whole body showed dark purple livor mortis.

Dense white fly larvae were crawling in and out on his body.

The corpse's neck bore a slit wound, and its right hand's swollen, thick fingers were tightly jammed with a shard of broken glass.

Did he slit his own throat with glass and then kill himself?

Lin An took a quick look, then rushed to Zhang Tie's side and looked outward.

Outside the window the sun was bright, and the glaring sunlight reflected off the opposite building made it hard to keep one's eyes open.

The room he was in was on the 27th floor, looking like a modern apartment.

On the street below, a bustling mass of black dots moved aimlessly.

Numerous wrecked car tires were dented, and the exposed, damaged metal sheets were rusted.

Further away were ruined buildings, their walls showing extensive traces of fire damage.

A very typical apocalyptic scene.

In a daze, Lin An almost thought he had returned to his previous life.

The suicidal man wasn't unusual; in his previous life many people didn't dare go out to find food, so in hunger and despair most chose to end their lives.

After all, compared to being eaten by zombies, suicide at least leaves an intact corpse.

After a careful search, there was nothing else to find.

He and the others were on the city's outskirts, resembling a high-tech development zone.

The only difference was that electronic devices in this world seemed to work.

At least Gao Tian found an old-fashioned radio left in a storage room.

After removing the rust from the batteries, the radio could still play once a cassette was inserted.

Combining the third privilege, in this world technological weapons are not power‑limited, and Lin An thought of something.

Several people felt heavy-hearted, and Gao Tian looked at him with some worry:

"Brother Lin, what should we do next?"

Lin An pondered for a moment, then set down his dead phone:

"First go out, find a few survivors in this world to learn the situation."

"This instance deliberately gave us three points of privilege bonuses."

"The breakthrough for solving the instance mission is likely related to these three points."

"Technological weapons are not restricted..."

"Then let's first find a safe zone or a military base and violently subdue them!"

Currently the information is too scarce, so Lin An can only propose the most reasonable plan based on what is known.

Technological weapons can be used...

Perhaps I could try using nuclear bombs to cleanse the ground?

Suddenly, a faint movement came from the hallway outside the door.

A dark blue flash passed through Lin An's eyes, and his mental power instantly spread out.

The Judgment Eye relayed its information back.

"Someone!"

"Go out and catch her!"