Chapter 580: Everyone, Do You Have Any Last Words?

On this day, Chen Ran received two notes.

Each one only had a single name and the kind attached with a two-inch photo.

One was sent over by the Underworld.

One was sent over by Death Row.

This time, Chen Ran continuously guarded inside his room, not letting Wang Yingjun across the door intercept it.

Regarding this person, Chen Ran and Qiu Yinong were somewhat unable to figure out his true background.

Perhaps he was just a player with itchy hands.

Looking at the two notes.

First one: Chen Nuo, Five-Star, Skill can be seen as food-type.

On this one, however, it didn't write Nan Sheng's Skill type.

By this point, the four parties for the next Instance were already confirmed, and it was [3v1].

Regarding food-type Skills, when Chen Ran was previously collecting information on the 18th Level, he also more or less understood a bit.

Psionic attacks existed in Hell.

For example, Li Zhitong encountered in the Instance before last; her Skill was psionic attack.

Then physical attacks definitely also existed.

But, the vast majority of food-type Skills were physical attacks.

For example, flour-type Skills could cause dust explosions in a Secret Room.

However, every player had Liar-Slayer Sanctuary. This kind of Skill's positioning in Instances was thus very awkward, the vast majority being reduced to flour suppliers in Hell.

Their ability to earn Points was indeed not bad.

Still, one couldn't underestimate these messy Skills. After all, among the players who came to Hell, some were scientists while alive. Whether it was food or solid entities, in the hands of this group of scientists, who knows what they could possibly manufacture out.

There were also animal-type Skills. This kind of Skill's upgrade direction was also multifarious.

It was said that Superego level animal-types were exceedingly exaggerated, able to upgrade animals to have the effect of being immune to a certain special mechanism.

Just like in beast-taming novels, along with the elevation of the Skill's Star Rating, the summoned beasts would experience mutation or evolve into a certain new species.

Of course these were only "it was said".

Chen Ran felt it wasn't that exaggerated; at most they could just serve as meat shields.

Actually, thinking about it carefully, the Future Chen Ran couldn't possibly leave foreshadowings.

It was still an issue of the timeline. The remaining True Self Players were all True Forms, and had arrived in Hell very early on. While the Future Chen Ran was another possibility on another timeline, and moreover arrived in Hell at the same time as the true Chen Ran. He couldn't possibly leave any foreshadowings on the true timeline.

After all, to a certain extent, the remaining True Self Players were all real; only the Future Chen Ran was merely a possibility.

Since the four parties were already confirmed, Chen Ran and Qiu Yinong discussed what items they needed to prepare in advance for the next Instance.

The two discussed, and ultimately arrived at the answer.

——Tape!

As everyone knew, in the Distance-Free Technique, if consciousness was obliterated, in reality the True Form would experience different degrees of Mental Overdraft due to differences in Mental State, thereby entering a coma or frothing at the mouth.

And, players could, while you were in a coma, ask you some Common Sense questions to trick out a lie from you.

Seal it!

Of course, this was a foolish method that treated the symptoms but not the root cause. For example, if the Secret Room had a time limit, a coma basically meant certain death. And for example, if you recovered a bit of spirit, Yue Guanshan would once again crush your spirit. Repeating a few times could thoroughly obliterate your consciousness. Sealing the mouth was nothing more than merely prolonging the time of death.

However, prolonging a bit of time might possibly have infinite possibilities.

This was a method when there was no other method.

Humans well, always have to have a bit of luck... always have to have a bit of hope.

However, it was too crude. The two felt they had to buy a mask to wear over it; at least on the surface they needed to look a bit more decent.

Also, for the next Instance, it was estimated Yue Guanshan's party would enter the field in advance.

At the thought of this, regarding this Eight-Star player of the time-type, Chen Ran and Qiu Yinong felt that the words of that fake Bright Moon of Qin, saying they had to kill her first, were exceedingly correct.

Entering the field a minute in advance, the first-mover advantage was truly too great. If Yue Guanshan entered the field in advance.

Lin Xuan wouldn't even have the opportunity to use a Skill before he would be insta-killed.

This time, Chen Ran deeply realized that his past thought of feeling it was fine as long as Lin Xuan was alive was wrong. After all, Superego players could be immune to Superego copying-type Skills.

For example, with Chen Ran's current Mental State, even if he encountered copying-type Skills, the copied Chen Ran would also not have the True Form's Mental State.

By the same logic, with Lin Xuan's Superego Skill, the Yue Guanshan copied in other spaces would not have the Superego Mental State.

Then, Lin Xuan's role in this kind of matchup would become smaller and smaller, and he would also be unable to withstand the opponent's Distance-Free Technique bombardment. If he kept improving this slowly, sooner or later he would die.

The two discussed for a while longer.

Feeling that what should be prepared was all pretty much prepared.

As for things, they also took the time to buy them in advance. They even bought a small oxygen tank. This was mainly to guard against Chen Nuo's Skill. In case his Skill truly was flour and brought about a dust explosion, although it couldn't hurt the other players, it could empty the oxygen in the Secret Room.

Without an oxygen tank, one could be suffocated to death.

The remaining time.

The two each returned to their own homes.

Eating and drinking their fill, they lay on their beds thinking about nothing, nourishing their spirits and accumulating strength.

The next day, 7:00 AM.

In front of the Gatehouse entrance.

Chen Ran, Qiu Yinong, Jiang Zhe, Lin Xuan, and Han Fei, the five people met.

Seeing each other wearing masks, the five people were all startled. Everyone had thought of the same thing.

Because their mouths were sealed by tape, the five people could only stare at each other with wide and narrow eyes, appearing slightly awkward.

However, they checked their watches from time to time.

When it reached the 59th minute, quite a few players in the surroundings went down to the Instances in advance.

Chen Ran's expression was ugly.

One minute later.

Han Fei and Lin Xuan both went down to Instances alone; the remaining three were together.

Walking into the Skull Gate.

Chen Ran, Qiu Yinong, and Jiang Zhe, the three arrived in that expanse of boundless white world.

In front were two doors.

Four-Star.

Five-Star.

Very quickly, before the two even reacted.

Qiu Yinong had already separately tracked Lin Xuan, Chen Nuo, and Nan Sheng in the Wheel of Time.

"Done."

Chen Ran didn't reply, but glanced at Jiang Zhe by his side. He remembered Jiang Zhe had said that this time he would have the Number One Samsara Body go down to the Instance.

He only saw that Jiang Zhe's eyes were like an ancient well without ripples, lacking that kind of oppressive feeling that Number One gave people.

Chen Ran didn't fret too much over it either. He took a deep breath and was the first to step into the Five-Star door.

The two closely followed behind.

The next second, appearing in the Secret Room, the fifteen people who had not yet opened their eyes heard:

"Everyone, do you have any last words?"

This voice made the souls of the fifteen people tremble, just like an unequalled great terror.