Chapter 20: The World Focuses on You

Inside the red temple, the surroundings were unusually quiet.

With the cautionary tale of Old Gao, no one dared to waste a single word; everyone held their breath and focused their attention on the changes occurring on the altar.

The situation was not optimistic; the dungeon's pollution level was rising rapidly, having already reached the limit of being out of control.

The displayed pollution level was merely the limit of the dungeon monitoring system, not the limit of the Moonlight Sanatorium.

What Old Gao, Lei Huo, and the others were praying for now was no longer for the rookie players inside the dungeon to clear it, but for the dungeon not to go completely out of control while in an active state and invade the real world.

Once it reached that point, this situation would likely be named "Moonlight Sanatorium-type dungeon runaway."

By then, no one would know what might happen.

As the person in charge of Wanghai City, Old Gao felt his blood pressure spiraling out of control, with his heart rate racing toward 200.

He turned his head away, not daring to look at the screen monitoring the dungeon's status, and panted heavily, trying to calm himself down.

As a veteran player and the person in charge of a city, Old Gao had undergone rigorous training; no matter how critical the situation, he would not panic.

Unless he couldn't help it.

He took a pill to force calmness, closed his eyes, and took only half a minute to adjust his state, bringing his heart rate back down below one hundred.

When he turned his head and looked back at the dungeon monitoring screen, he froze.

The information on the screen had disappeared.

In the half-minute he had turned his head, he seemed to have missed a century.

He looked left and right; everyone’s expression was the same as his, completely bewildered.

"What just happened?" he couldn't help but ask.

Lei Huo shook his head blankly and pointed at the screen, saying, "I don't know, the data on it suddenly cleared. Mr. Leng Shan, do you have any idea?"

Leng Shan hesitated, checked back and forth several times, and then said uncertainly, "He should have cleared it."

"Ah?"

Old Gao found it hard to accept; was the theme of the Moonlight Sanatorium dungeon stock trading? One moment it was about to be cleared, then it plummeted to maximum runaway levels, and the next, it was cleared without any buffer.

He made a brief contact with the outside world to confirm there were no energy anomalies in Wanghai City before daring to believe the dungeon had not gone out of control.

Looking at the portal on the altar that had lost its glow, he asked doubtfully, "Then what is the status of the dungeon now..."

Leng Shan: "It's very clear, he broke the game."

Everyone present had this suspicion in their hearts, but hearing Leng Shan say it, they still couldn't help but gasp, and the temperature in the great hall dropped by several degrees.

Breaking a dungeon means achieving at least 70% completion and obtaining an A- grade evaluation.

A rookie who hadn't even finished the trial mission had broken the A-level difficulty Moonlight Sanatorium on their first dungeon.

The mood of the crowd could no longer be described with a single curse; it would take a whole string of them.

Old Gao suddenly noticed something, "Wait, how long did it take him to clear it?"

Lei Huo glanced at the records, "Two hours and thirty-five minutes."

Old Gao: "Do you remember what the fastest clear record for a B-level dungeon was before this?"

Leng Shan said slowly, "The fastest clear record for a B-level is four hours and fifty-two minutes, and the fastest clear record for an A-level is ten hours and three minutes."

"In other words, our rookie player—no, rookie big shot—not only refreshed the record for the lowest-level clear but also refreshed the record for the fastest clear."

The crowd fell silent instantly; anyone could guess that the rookie who broke the Moonlight Sanatorium was definitely not an ordinary person, and was very likely a monster carefully cultivated by some organization or individual.

He must have obtained powerful strength before entering the Abyss Game, and perhaps even entered the dungeon with a set of powerful equipment.

Lei Huo scratched his head and said, "The fact that the trial dungeon could be brushed here means his real-world location is likely within our borders. If we can secure this monster's participation, wouldn't this year's World Dungeon be stable?"

Leng Shan's expression moved, "You're right, we must tell the higher-ups and have them intensify the search. As long as we can find the other party, no matter what price we have to pay, we must make him join!"

If the other party were cultivated by an organization, they would never have entered a trial dungeon at such a critical juncture, and he wouldn't have heard nothing about it.

It must be that some small private organization found a treasure. With this kind of luck, their ancestral grave must be built on a volcano; otherwise, it wouldn't spew such thick smoke. Old Gao, however, reacted differently from the two; while sending out a message to lift the alert, he muttered, "The world is about to become restless."

After today, not just them, but other countries and other large organizations will surely be searching for the person who broke the Moonlight Sanatorium like crazy.

As long as they can obtain this monster, not only the World Dungeon that is about to descend from the Desolate Realm, but the ruling power of the entire Desolate Realm for the next few years could be brought into their pockets.

To put it broadly, as long as the breaker of the Moonlight Sanatorium doesn't die young, the entire landscape of the Abyss Game might change because of him.

This is enough to make all forces go crazy for it, willing to break any agreement to send people to the Xia Kingdom to snatch him.

Regarding Old Gao's worries, Leng Shan didn't care, saying coldly, "Whichever hand dares to cross the line, just chop it off."

Watching Leng Shan leave in a hurry, Old Gao also prepared to leave to see the situation in Wanghai City for himself.

Just as he stood up, Lei Huo suddenly nudged him with his elbow.

"Something up?"

Lei Huo cleared his throat and whispered, "Do you remember the bet we made earlier?"

Old Gao's heart skipped a beat, and sweat seeped from his forehead.

He smiled stiffly, "What bet? The situation was too tense just now, I forgot."

Lei Huo took out his phone and played a recording.

"I want Wanghai City to be well, but if a rookie can clear the Moonlight Sanatorium, I'll go streaking around White Water Bay!"

Old Gao's expression changed, "Name your price, how can I get the video deleted."

Lei Huo shrugged, "I didn't record it; someone sent it anonymously directly to the organization's main group. The information chain waiting to watch your live stream is already in the triple digits."

Old Gao: ...

Inside the Moonlight Sanatorium dungeon, Wu Chang did not know that his performance tonight had already captured the attention of the whole world.

At this moment, he had just woken up from his dream and was observing his surroundings.

On the ground, the flames on Randy's body had extinguished, but the physical body remained, indicating that the soul of Lyman inside him had disappeared.

This time, it was truly cleared.

Escaping from the dream woven by Lyman and returning to reality, he found that his perception of the world was clearer; many details he hadn't noticed before were now vividly floating before his eyes.

Player Nickname: Don't Eat Beef.

Player Level: 1 (0/100)

Health: 9 Strength: 9 Agility: 9 Stamina: 8 Energy: 0 Inspiration: 94 (84+10)

Willpower: 60 (62-2)

Skills: Mamba Iron Elbow, Firearms Usage (Proficient).

Items: Silver Dawn, Favor of the Goddess of Luck, Echo of the Whisperer ×1, King's Badge, Arcane Badge, Eye of the Evil God.

Talent: Transcendence.

The experience of seeing Lyman's true form in the dream and having his spirit almost crushed by despair and fear was not without reward.

Seeing and understanding Lyman's existence actually increased his inspiration and willpower by 30 points! Calculating it this way, the consumed Echo of the Whisperer was worth far more than its price.

If he could have such a huge increase every time, he must find a way to take off the makeup of other Evil Gods next time he meets them to see their real faces.

A wisp of rising red mist drifted past his eyes, turning his attention back to the present.

The dissipating red mist came from the blood-colored resentment on the Demon-Breaking Crossbow Bolt.

He rubbed his hands excitedly, wondering what good things Old Anderson's resentment, spanning hundreds of years, could bring him.

(End of chapter)