Chapter 66: Talk Therapy Met Its Match! Terrifying as This!

"Big shot, take it easy. Come play in Ancheng when you have time; I'll treat you. You can go to Mingyang City too, but Old Xiezhi probably won't invite you to play any adult games; he's too serious." The Ancheng Department Head said cheerfully.

Wu Wang exchanged a few more words with the two of them.

They confirmed the rewards for the 【Desolate Village Chronicles】 clear process and satisfied a few of his trivial little questions.

Those were about the issue of reality being affected by the dungeon, and the existence of Disaster Holes.

The truth was even more shocking than Wu Wang had imagined.

Although the old saying goes that history is a little girl dressed up by anyone, Wu Wang truly didn't expect so many strange clothes could be put on her.

From Old Xiezhi's mouth, he learned—

Dungeons affecting reality didn't just happen in modern times; the history of humanity's distant past also contained changes made by contemporary or future players.

This was because a certain player had experienced and cleared a dungeon with an ancient historical background.

He played the role of a deputy general in it.

The ultimate goal of that single-player mission was to achieve victory in a certain small-scale battle.

The Bureau of Abnormal Affairs investigated that history afterward.

They were startled to find that the method recorded in the historical annals by which that deputy general achieved victory in the battle almost perfectly matched the player's actions.

The only difference was that certain items and equipment involving the Spirit Calamity Game were rationalized in the historical records, with no records of products belonging to an era that didn't exist.

"Fortunately, the probability of this type of dungeon appearing is extremely low; 99% of players will never encounter one in their entire lives." Old Xiezhi said with relief as well.

Indeed, if a large number of players could experience dungeons that affected reality, things would have been in chaos long ago.

Wu Wang obtained the information he wanted.

They agreed to contact Department Head Ancheng or Old Xiezhi in three days, hand over the process to one of them in person, and the other party would also bring the corresponding reward.

Actually, saying this was just a cover.

After all, Wu Wang would only go find Old Xiezhi.

He couldn't stay in Ancheng forever.

He would eventually have to return to Mingyang City; otherwise, if he wasn't home for three or four days, his second sister, that kitchen destroyer, would probably eat instant noodles for every meal, and her body wouldn't get enough nutrition!

Of course, the transaction regarding the extra money could be appropriately delayed for a while.

Nightmare-level dungeons aren't that easy to find, and Wu Wang isn't the type to be unreasonable when he has the upper hand.

After confirming the time, Department Head Ancheng also dissolved the barrier; that item could be actively dispelled by the caster, otherwise it would last for 24 hours.

Leaving Yin Yuan Mountain, they returned to the city.

Wu Wang booked a high-speed rail ticket for tomorrow back to Mingyang City; of course, he still used a fake identity.

Just finding a hotel to get through the night tonight would suffice.

He hadn't been strolling on the street for long.

Halfway there, he was stopped by a heavily made-up woman wearing slightly revealing clothes.

The strong, pungent smell of perfume on her body nearly made him black out.

"Handsome guy, want a room? We also provide ethnic dance services here."

The woman winked a few times at Wu Wang.

Her intention was already very clear.

It was late at night, early morning, with few pedestrians on the street.

Thus, some gray industries that couldn't see the light of day surfaced and started work.

Wu Wang suddenly understood; after looking around, he lowered his voice and asked cautiously, "What kind of ethnic dance? What kind of costume?"

The woman's eyes lit up upon seeing this.

She hadn't expected that her habitual casual question would actually interest this seemingly serious little handsome guy; it looked like she would make her first sale of the night right after stepping out!

So she laughed, her body shaking like a flower, gently hooked Wu Wang's arm, leaned close to his ear, and whispered softly, "Of course, the kind of ethnic dance... with no clothes. How about it? Little sister can give you a discount."

But unexpectedly, Wu Wang's face immediately turned black.

He slapped her hand away with a snap.

He cursed, saying, "Crazy! If you're not wearing clothes, how am I supposed to know which ethnicity you are? Trying to pretend to be a minority to fool me into watching a fake performance and scamming money? I'm not falling for it!"

Having said that, Wu Wang's figure gradually walked away.

Leaving the streetwalker alone, disheveled in the wind.

Only a moment later did she recover, grinding her teeth and cursing loudly, "Damn it! You're the crazy one! You really think you're watching an ethnic dance? Look at you @&! %!"

The curses behind him gradually disappeared as his footsteps quickened.

Wu Wang, in a cheerful mood, found a hotel that looked pretty good.

He took out Zhang Wei, his good brother's, ID card, opened a room, and happily went in to lie down.

He opened the Daily Shop and started browsing.

He had seen a product earlier that he found quite tempting.

But due to the matter at Yin Yuan Village, he hadn't had time to look closely or figure out how to buy it; now he finally had time to research this shop.

【Avalon Sword Sheath Low-End Replica (Fine)】

【After the holder inserts their sword into the sheath, the aura of their sword will be completely concealed, and in the state where the sword is not drawn, the sheath will slightly increase the holder's resistance, reducing incoming damage.】

【Note: Saber! King Arthur who loses his sword sheath will eventually lose Britain!】

【But what does it matter? This is just a low-end replica; what more do you want? — Above from the Crafting Player (Gan Jiang Mo Ye) comment】

Looking at that note at the end, this equipment was actually crafted by a certain player?

Wu Wang was somewhat surprised.

It seemed there was some skill within the Spirit Calamity Game that could craft equipment; presumably, items could be too, just like potions in RPG games.

Speaking of which.

Although this sword sheath is of the 【Common】 tier.

Its effect suits my current self quite well.

The effect of 【Xiao Chuan】 requires me to hold it to see spirits, yet it is a broken sword; hanging it on my body is truly strange, and any sharp-eyed person would immediately see this sword is extraordinary.

Otherwise, without some special effect, who would hang a broken sword on their body?

That broken sword still sparkled with eerie purple-red light.

With the sword sheath helping to hide the aura, it won't easily attract others' attention.

The only problem now is—

The price isn't very beautiful.

Wu Wang glanced at the Disaster Coin number.

【3000】

It seems I only have the two thousand Disaster Coins given for clearing 【Chronicles of the Desolate Village】; where do I find the missing thousand?

The transaction with the Bureau of Strange Affairs also included some Disaster Coins, but that won't happen until three days later.

The Daily Shop won't wait for you.

It said it refreshes daily, so it will refresh punctually every day; if tomorrow passes, you won't see this sword sheath again.

"Come to think of it... has anyone ever successfully bargained with the shop? Why are there such bizarre mechanisms everywhere in the Spirit Calamity Game?"

Wu Wang's expression suddenly became unnatural.

He remembered that when Chen Baili explained the Daily Shop to him, he actually added a strange piece of trivia afterwards—this shop has a bargaining mechanism.

It seemed to be the Spirit Calamity Game's malicious sense of humor.

If you attempt to bargain, a virtual shopkeeper will pop out to argue with you.

But his mouth is very poisonous and strict.

Every player who tried to bargain was cursed out, and upon exiting, they found the item's price had risen by about 10%; it was a case of failing to catch the chicken and losing the rice.

Furthermore, the IDs of failed players would be displayed on other players' Daily Shops the next day.

Mocked and ridiculed by others!

Ruthlessly humiliating the failures!

It is known that no one has successfully bargained yet.

"Bargain his ass! Take a gamble and turn a bicycle into a motorcycle! No needles, no pills, just sitting here chatting with you; I call this 'speech therapy'!" Wu Wang prepared himself mentally.

Immediately after, he fiercely selected the tiny, almost invisible option below—【Bargain】.

The next second, the image of a bald man with glaring eyes and furrowed brows, almost knitted together, appeared before him, looking at him with a vicious gaze.

Before Wu Wang could even open his mouth.

The virtual shopkeeper struck first: "Want to bargain? Why don't you take a leak and look at what you're made of? People like you are the poor bastards who split the bill AAB when eating out with friends; friends pay AA, and you stick your B-face out to eat!"

"?"

Wait, bro, that aggression is way too strong!

Wu Wang hadn't encountered an opponent like this in a long time.

He immediately perked up and retorted: "You're not simple either! Running a business as a top-notch swindler, so swindled that the light reflecting off your bald head is brighter than your life's future prospects!"

"Does being a virtual person make you so arrogant? Bro, you're not exactly young anymore; are you still single? If you really are, you must have saved a lot of money, right? If not, is your wife also a virtual person? You 2D bald otaku are truly disgusting!"

Virtual Shopkeeper: "?"

Wait, bro, aren't you here to bargain?

Why are you launching personal attacks right off the bat!

Where's the bargaining part?

I bet you just want to trade insults with me!

But since it has come to this, the shop's virtual shopkeeper couldn't show weakness, so he could only frown and switch words to curse back.

The entire room began to echo with the sounds of passionate interaction, the obscene language gradually shifting from personal attacks to greetings to relatives.

Using the female members of the opponent's family tree for eighteen generations as the radius, and the reproductive organs as the center, causing area-of-effect mutual damage.

Coincidentally, a hotel waiter passed by.

Hearing the obscene language coming from inside.

He couldn't help but find his expression becoming increasingly strange.

He remembered that a single man was in that room.

Could this guy be a mental patient?

Why is he cursing at himself?

So he quickly left, feeling a bit unlucky.

The battle inside the room continued.

The beautiful greetings kept being exchanged.

Like the zither and lute in harmony, Gaoshan and the flowing water, finally meeting a kindred spirit.