Chapter 68: Misfortune Target Range

She calmed down for a while, moved carefully, and then lay down. She actually couldn't hear any breathing sounds. She was surprised for a moment, and then she had already burrowed into the quilt.

During the time she was accumulating sleepiness, she couldn't help but think about a lot of things again.

Why was it that after meeting Si Shi, many emotions that had never appeared, or rather, that she disdained to express, had become the norm?

High self-control and rationality were Su Mian's usual "protective colors," while the unusual "energy field" and aggressiveness on Si Shi made her repeatedly jump between vigilance and willfulness.

【Disinhibition effect.】

A childish electronic voice rang out inappropriately. Su Mian was stunned and startled by 4399's voice.

【It refers to the phenomenon where social inhibition is lifted in an environment where one feels absolutely safe, showing the most authentic and even childish side. This phenomenon is often seen in avoidant attachment personalities...】

...?

"4399, what are you doing?"

【Ah, Mian Mian, I'm taking a compulsory course on human emotions. Did I disturb you?】

It apologized, turned off the recording, and went off to do something else.

Leaving Su Mian alone in the quilt in silence.

Tsk.

Forget it.

Sleep.

Between being half-asleep and half-awake, the system's voice suddenly rang out.

【Ding-dong—Random level event triggered. Trigger level: B-level. Trigger range: Mofangdu—】

Before the words were fully loaded, it suddenly stalled. Following a few electrical sounds, its tone changed.

【Detected that there are only two players in the current area. The event cannot be constituted. Event canceled.】

After a few crackles, it went completely silent. Su Mian, who was fast asleep, didn't know what had happened; she just frowned and continued to sleep deeply.

——

The ink-colored darkness slowly settled, and the first ray of light rose from the sea level. Horse hooves and human voices gradually gathered at the pier.

A peddler was pulling goods and playing to the gallery in Old French. A white figure flashed through the street, bumping into many citizens coming and going. Many people turned their heads and cursed a few times.

Weibens Merchant Guild.

"Pa—"

The woman wearing a Hennin hat, her face hidden in the hanging veil so it wasn't clear, slapped Talen currency onto the table.

Those few smoking sailors raised their turbid eyes, slowly collected the money, and handed her a ship ticket backhanded, saying in a hoarse voice that only the two of them could hear:

"Miss, you bought the last ship ticket."

He blew a smoke ring, rested his elbows on an oil drum, and looked toward the frontline camp in the distance.

"After this year's Easter passes, there will never be this sailing ship in the world again."

On the other side, at the Weibens City-State Center, all the players hadn't been separated for long before they were immediately teleported to another place.

Adrian was still immersed in the anger of being threatened by the city-state players. In a trance, he suddenly raised his head, his pupils shrinking.

They were thrown into a giant ancient Roman colosseum embedded in a mountain. The circular stands of the colosseum were packed with dense crowds of spectators.

Figures wearing cloaks or armor moved about, as if a grand competition was about to unfold.

【Welcome to this random level event: Misfortune Target Range】

The speaking figure came from high above the colosseum. Everyone looked up and saw a little girl with giant antelope horns on her head floating in the air.

Dressed in a blood-colored cheongsam, she wore the iconic white mask and greeted the players.

"It's the DM of the Twelve Two-Hour Periods Arbitration Group, Weishi."

Charlie spoke, and the players' expressions were solemn. Tiffany turned her head, her brows locked tightly, "Isn't the DM for this round Si Shi? Why is she here?"

The low-level players in Adrian's group beside her had confused expressions, completely unaware of what they were talking about.

And DM Weishi seemed to know what they were going to ask; she covered the mouth of her mask and giggled, the laughter spreading throughout the entire colosseum.

"Brother Si Shi has something to do for a while, so he let me come and play games with you."

She snapped her fingers, and a giant target rose from the ground in the center of the colosseum, the bullseye facing all the players.

In an instant, a scarlet number appeared above everyone's heads; some had "1" on their heads, others had "10."

"The game rules are very simple, just as you can see."

Weishi didn't know when she had run to the top of the target wall, crossing her legs and scanning the players with different expressions.

"Everyone has a number on their head. Except for yourselves, everyone else can see it."

"That is your death ring number. It means that players who hit the ring number on their own head will die immediately, while those who hit any other ring number will survive, but each ring can only be shot once."

"Then we can just tell each other."

Duncan clasped his hands. He was very confident in his archery skills and was already eager to try, but unexpectedly, the girl at the top was staring straight at him, making his spine feel a chill.

Thinking that this DM was actually an old witch who liked to steal the skin of beautiful players made him feel terrified.

He vaguely remembered that when he flipped to that page of data and saw the prototype of this Arbiter, he felt nauseated for a whole day.

"A-level events aren't that easy."

Charlie glanced at him and retorted.

"Yes, that's right. Although you can tell each other, there are only ten rings here."

Her words came out, waking everyone up. If each ring could only be occupied by one person, and there were 28 of them here, it meant... 18 people had to be eliminated.

The crowd was in an uproar. Some new players couldn't take it and began to hold their heads and cry, and the high-level players also had solemn expressions.

"The weapon rack is now open."

Following the DM's words, Duncan rushed up in one stride and grabbed the heaviest longbow and an arrow.

Others also acted quickly. Tiffany chose an arrow with neat tail feathers.

Adele saw Adrian's ugly expression, patted his back, and walked forward.

"Do you trust me?"

Adrian nodded without hesitation, and the two tacitly looked at each other's heads.

"1"

"2"

When the two were exchanging information, they saw an exclamation from over there; someone had already shot the first arrow.

Everyone's gaze shifted and discovered it was that bald Taylor who didn't speak much. He had the number "3" on his head, and he hit the 10-ring bullseye.

"I've occupied the hardest one first; you can do whatever you want with the rest."

"Holy shit..."

Someone cursed, and everyone looked at his behavior with admiration.

Shooting an arrow directly without exchanging information was simply gambling with one's life.

Although there was only a one-in-ten chance of dying, when it came to life, who dared to act rashly?

This decisive arrow not only shot Taylor to survival but also made the atmosphere on the scene even more tense.

Seizing the initiative was very important.

Understanding this point, Adrian shot an arrow without hesitation, deliberately shooting toward the edge, directly seizing the 1-ring.

He not only obtained a spot but also helped Adele rule out the possibility of death. ===== CHAPTER 69 =====