Chapter 436: Lost World

After the funeral, Tang Luo and his disciples lived a very peaceful life in the real world.

Last time, the Gods Alliance was silently "remotely devastated" by him in the mission world, and now they are as quiet as chickens.

On the science side, there are no new missions either.

Actually, it is only when strange and weird things happen that it belongs to the few situations that need Tang Luo to resolve, and those are even fewer.

Tang Luo receives his salary very comfortably.

On An'an's side, Wen Hanfei, after being soul-liberated by Tang Luo, has mended his ways, and now the family is harmonious.

An'an herself has also gone through two missions, found like-minded companions, and formed a team.

For the wandering gods and demons, this is a relatively good situation.

It is much better than one person fighting alone.

His own strength is growing very rapidly, truly a rising new star.

"Master, I feel I am being targeted." Zhu Bajie said seriously to Tang Luo.

"Oh?" Tang Luo looked at him.

"Look, I checked some information related to me, from film and TV to novels and comics, those that can truly restore the image and show my handsome side are less than one percent." Zhu Bajie said heartbroken, "I am the Marshal Tianpeng after all. So handsome, why do so many people make me so ugly?"

"... Can you lower your head and take a look when you say this?" Tang Luo resumed reading his book.

Zhu Bajie lowered his head to look at his belly: "This is a general's belly! Having such a belly is a symbol of majesty, status, and position! Ordinary people don't even have it yet."

This statement actually has some truth to it.

In a situation where productivity is not developed, being able to have such a belly obviously comes from a rich and noble family.

"Not now." Tang Luo said.

Zhu Bajie looked in the mirror: "Is my style really not popular anymore?"

Objectively speaking, although Zhu Bajie is a bit fatter, he is absolutely not ugly.

During the journey to the West, setting aside the temporary rest, the few disciples are actually demons, and their transformation methods are similar to "little demons," retaining many demon characteristics.

Even the White Dragon Horse has dragon scales faintly appearing.

After obtaining the scriptures, Zhu Bajie generally appears as he does now.

He is fat, but his build is quite tall, half a head taller than Tang Luo.

He has a mighty presence; except for the slightly mismatched upturned nose and protruding ears, which are a bit eye-catching, he can actually be considered handsome.

The online saying "losing weight will definitely make you beautiful (handsome)" refers to Zhu Bajie's current appearance.

"If you really care, just use illusion techniques; wasn't it you who used illusion when we first met?" Tang Luo said.

"That was to match the world's art style." Zhu Bajie said righteously, smoothly changing the topic, "I don't know what the art style of the upcoming mission world will be."

"The thirteenth mission." Tang Luo put down the manga and waved at the Heavenly Howling Dog.

The Heavenly Howling Dog ran over, placed its head on Tang Luo's palm, and happily rubbed against it.

"Tsk, already taking the master's form." Zhu Bajie laughed, "Yang Jian, that cold-faced guy, this time he definitely won't stay cold."

Yang Jian usually has only two expressions: one, not opening the heavenly eye; two, opening the heavenly eye to show friendliness.

It was only when Tang Luo's famous work was published that he broke through.

"By the way, Master, you said those seemingly true but false, so many mythological stories, how exactly are they passed down?" Zhu Bajie asked.

Seeing another version of oneself in various stories is a very interesting experience.

"I don't know." Tang Luo said, "According to some theory, it is the world's projection, projected into someone's mind, forming stories."

"Time is almost up, Second Senior Brother, do you still need any equipment?" Ao Yulie said from the side.

Less than two minutes remain until the thirteenth mission.

Ao Yulie currently has the White Dragon Staff, the Fierce Wind Fan, and the Golden Hoop on him.

Tang Luo has the Wind-Piercing Bone Sword, the Gold Brick, and a duplicate volume of the Book of Life and Death.

The Cursed House is placed with Zhu Bajie.

"No need, I have the nail rake, that's enough." Zhu Bajie shook his head.

"Hope we can find the Eldest Senior Brother soon." Ao Yulie said.

"Exactly, hurry up and find that Bimawen." Zhu Bajie also expressed strong agreement, the Eldest Senior Brother returning, the two can then justifiably slack off.

The more capable, the more work—it's only reasonable for the mighty Great Sage Equal to Heaven to do more work.

"Heh." Ao Yulie gave a sinister smile.

The phone placed on the table had already secretly recorded this sentence.

In the future, when competing for favor, it will become a great weapon, Second Senior Brother, you are after all a newcomer, still a bit inexperienced.

"Hahahaha..."

"What are you laughing foolishly at?" Tang Luo strangely glanced at Ao Yulie.

"Eh, nothing, nothing." Ao Yulie, realizing he had laughed out loud, immediately shut his mouth, almost exposed, lucky escape.

The three of them had no tension about entering the mission soon.

On the contrary, they all looked forward to entering the mission world earlier, as this is currently their important channel to find the people from that year, with no alternative.

Soon, the vision before several people's eyes changed.

The fluffy little head in Tang Luo's hand disappeared.

At the same time, a large segment of memories floated up in his mind.

"Is this a role-playing mission? This time there are related memories, the role identity is completely clear without any ambiguity, much simpler than the previous two times, though, this cannot be counted as a benefit."

Tang Luo thought to himself.

He has undergone role-playing missions a total of two times.

The first time was playing a down-and-out assassin who was killed as a dog, the second time was himself, but in the mission world his identity was directly arranged, not a black household, and can also be counted as role-playing.

This time, Tang Luo was likewise assigned an identity.

Interestingly, unlike the previous two times when no bow was mentioned, this one actually provided memories.

Unlike the previous two times where he was completely in the dark, he couldn't help but ask the three philosophical questions of life: Who am I, where do I come from, where am I going.

But as Tang Luo said, this is not a good thing.

Because those memories surged in like a tide, nearly swallowing a person whole.

Even more severe than in transmigration novels, where one accepts the original host's memories, is influenced by the original host, and even merges into one.

If one's mind is not firm, it is very easy to be swallowed by this memory vortex, unable to truly recognize oneself, giving rise to the question "Who am I".

Believing oneself to be this identity in the mission world, feeling that the Shenmo Xingzou identity is illusory.

For this mission, providing memories is a double-edged sword; on one hand it can help Shenmo Xingzou quickly understand the situation, on the other hand it will also cause Shenmo Xingzou to lose themselves.

Combined with this mission: Escape, does that count as the mission's difficulty?

Yes, this mission is just two words: Escape.

Vague to the extreme — what to escape from, where to escape to — there is no explanation whatsoever.

The mission information existed for a moment of time before slowly dissipating.

Unlike the previous survival mission where one could return at any time to check how much time remained, it was as if it had never existed at all.

Tang Luo sat in his seat, leisurely surveying the surrounding environment.

Afternoon, the sunlight fierce, an ordinary classroom, the sound of cicadas outside the window incessantly drifting in.

The electric fan overhead kept rotating, making noise, but unable to dispel the heat in the classroom.

Tang Luo's identity was a student, a high school student, his original name also Tang Luo.

Ordinary, mediocre — to put it that way is clearly incorrect.

Conspicuous white hair, frail physique, terrible grades — these made the Tang Luo of this mission world into the class's bullying target.

"No skills, not suppressed, just as if they've completely vanished."

Tang Luo lightly moved his fingers, the pen between them spinning rapidly.

Different from the strength suppression in the last mission world, the skill blockade in the Book of Life and Death mission.

This state is as if those skills, those supernatural powers belonging to Shenmo Xingzou, simply do not exist at all.

"So, the true meaning of Escape is to make Shenmo Xingzou realize they are Shenmo Xingzou, not that person in this mission world?" Tang Luo wondered inwardly.

Blocked, supernatural power that seems completely nonexistent, and a memory vortex that can devour a person.

This mission feels more like a "tempering the heart" trial.

Whenever one realizes the "truth", reclaims power and memory, that counts as mission completion?

Should be like that.

But why is Tang Luo still in the mission world right now?

Could it be because Ao Yulie and the others are still in a lost state?

After teaming up, the mission's completion and return will naturally also change according to circumstances.

If a mission is to kill a BOSS, and only one person in the team completes the mission, the others not participating at all.

After mission completion, every person in the team will receive rewards.

This is a good change.

Bad changes exist too, of course — for example, a mission requires killing 10 goblins, someone in the team finishes first, but cannot return on the spot just because they completed the mission.

The whole team's goblin kill count must be headcount times 10 before the team can return as a whole.

Who specifically killed them doesn't matter, as long as the total reaches the number.

As long as the mission is completed, all due rewards will be there.

Similarly, if it's a mission to escape somewhere, the whole team must escape together; if someone stays behind to cover the retreat, unless that person dies, those who escaped cannot return.

Everyone is a team, share glory, share loss.

Unless they leave the team on the spot, when disaster strikes each flies for themselves.

Tang Luo suspects that right now someone hasn't woken up.

Whether it's the blockade and disappearance of supernatural power, or the memory vortex, for Tang Luo neither has much impact.

To him, it's more like reading a novel, watching a movie, playing a game.

He can immerse himself as the protagonist, sigh a few times, but absolutely will not lose himself.

"Looks like I need to find the others." Tang Luo thought to himself, directly standing up.

"Hey, Tang Luo what are you doing?" The teacher on the podium stopped lecturing, loudly scolding, "Right now is class study time, sit down for me!"

"Going to the bathroom." Tang Luo said, walking out of the classroom.

Study? Study my ass!

He naturally wouldn't obediently be a student here.

The high school life in memory is beautiful because of memory's bonus.

Really going back, most people would be half-dead from six or seven test papers every day.

And sigh "Why was I so strong back then? I could even solve this kind of problem."