Lord of Mysterious Wizard-Chapter 567 - 520

"Fairy?"

Tang Qi’s eyes revealed a faint enlightenment, but his feeling became even more bizarre.

From the tattered rag doll he encountered upon his initial arrival and those ferocious Demons, the Sony Bean couple, and that bizarre entity named Konomo, it was almost certain they all originated from somewhat illusory characters.

However, whether it was Earth in his past life or the currently popular content in Origin Blue Star, there were significant, or rather, revolutionary differences.

That is to say, the so-called "plot reference" advantage does not exist.

After all, it’s hard to imagine that a tattered rag doll could literally turn living people into Candle Men, using their flesh, souls, and even thoughts as kindling to burn, which should be Tang Qi’s job.

Unable to gain a significant advantage, but sometimes, some details seem to have some use.

For example, just now, the team leader, a Judge from the real world, had also guessed something and tried to use it, but unfortunately, his clever act cost him his life.

On the other hand, the second person benefitted.

That female adventurer called "Sandra," after drinking "Black Ink," her body began to shrink rapidly, and in an instant, turned into a tiny figure hard to see with the naked eye, held in the flat-bodied Rat Servant’s hand, tossed into that "Rabbit Hole."

A faint, mysterious radiance swallowed her.

The entrance that human figures could not pass through was now incredibly wide for Sandra’s current size.

And as the Ink Bottle tumbled, a drop of ink emerged.

At the bottom of Tang Qi’s eyes, Information Fragments exploded.

"Curios: Shrinking Secret Medicine, a potion produced within a Special Secret Realm, possessing a unique effect that can rapidly reduce the size of the life form that drinks it... This process is reversible, requiring a corresponding antidote."

Magical information emerged.

He couldn’t help but ponder a question in his mind, whether it was "Plaster Secret Medicine" or "Shrinking Secret Medicine," although these potions only had a unique effect, both were incredibly transformative; what if they could also be used in the real world?

After a moment, Tang Qi quickly had a temporary answer.

"Rule Formation world, or potions and Curios produced within Special Secret Realms, as well as some witchcraft, once entered into other worlds, especially the real world, most likely lose their effects under differing rules."

"Even if they still hold some usefulness, it would be greatly reduced."

The above answer was deduced by Tang Qi based on his knowledge.

With his current level of scholarship, he was likely correct.

While Tang Qi was pondering, the flat-bodied Rat Servant had already approached the third person.

A tall and thin man, wearing some dirty overalls and a face with a disgusting ingratiating smile, he was about to repeat Sandra’s words, trying to deceive and get a bottle of Shrinking Secret Medicine when everyone saw the ridicule and amusement in the Rat Servant’s eyes completely unhidden.

Its fixed, halting voice simultaneously penetrated everyone’s ears.

"The first adventurer to call out the Fairy’s name has a reward, the second, the third, the fourth... you aren’t worthy to call out the Fairy’s name, but you can contribute a little game to please the great and beautiful Fairy."

"Then, are you ready to begin? Accept the game rules in your mind, and under the Fairy’s gaze, start the dance."

As the Rat Servant spoke, including Tang Qi, everyone’s minds simultaneously received a piece of information.

A bizarre yet comical, game rule:

The upcoming people must move around the Rabbit Hole, and while moving, everyone must perform a dance called the "Fordwegen Dance." Whoever stops will be punished by the Soldiers.

At a certain moment, the Rat Servant will throw a bottle of "Shrinking Secret Medicine," and the person who seizes the potion at that moment will be the next Lucky One and so on, until the Rat Servant announces the potion is depleted.

Accompanied by the not-too-complicated game rules, detailed dance memories flooded in.

Instantly, the lined-up crowd moved involuntarily, their stiff, rigid bodies, now suddenly becoming fluid.

Immediately, they began to dance.

It was at this moment that Tang Qi saw a joyful, bizarre, and unusually tactile dance he had never seen before; in the quiet air, even some discordant accompaniment sounded.

However, he and Red Cloak made no move to join.

But what was bizarre was that the Rat Servant and the stiff Soldiers seemed to completely overlook the two.

The game, immediately began.

Around a dozen mixed Transcendents and ordinary people, dancing a cheerful dance around a Rabbit Hole, surrounded by stiff Soldiers and a mouse with a flattened head, this joyful comical scene quickly turned bloody.

Because a few seconds later, a girl who looked like an ordinary person paused for two seconds, accompanied by a Soldier who fiercely drew a long sword from his waist and swiped cleanly, severing her head from her neck.

Blood gushed forth, instantly staining the other people and Soldiers around her.

After her death, her body began to exit "Rule Formation," and the real smell of blood, carried by the night wind, drifted and spread.

"Hehehe... The Fairy is very pleased, accept her reward."

The dance accompaniment abruptly stopped, the blood-soaked Rat Servant sneeringly threw a bottle of Secret Medicine towards the crowd.

Everyone resumed their stiff, rigid state.

But still, a young man obviously a Transcendent leaped and seized the Secret Medicine. 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚

Peeling open the cap, he drank down the Black Ink.

Once again, the scene replayed, and another "Lucky One" entered the Rabbit Hole.

Next, the same sights began to repeat.

An obvious pattern emerged.

Those constantly being "eliminated" were likely ordinary people who seem destined to be killed one by one in the game by stiff yet blood-thirsty soldiers.

During this process, Tang Qi took action once.

He silently cast the "Illusion Spell" layered with "Red," undisturbed by the Rat Servants or those soldiers.

But unfortunately, he failed.

The person he saved, no matter how Tang Qi applied his witchcraft, did not choose to leave the Rabbit Hole but instead was driven by madness to join the game again.

In Tang Qi’s mind, a special Information Fragment surfaced:

"Extraordinary Creatures: Fallen Corpses, humans contaminated by the aurora of the Special Secret Realm, their soul breath now linked with the ’Dream Realm’, their only value to please the master of the Dream Realm..."

"People occupied by greed and madness are destined to die here, even gods cannot save them."

A hint from Red Cloak plunged Tang Qi into silence.

This bizarre and indescribable world, the initial Monster Camp, Mirage Street, simply needed extermination and a portal to leave would appear, it was the same for Sony Bean couple, and Konomo, only significantly more challenging.

But this "Rabbit Hole" in front of them was merely an entrance that cut off all signs of life.

According to the girl, those who arrived here, if not tempted, would naturally leave.

Those who stopped to "queue" had been turned into living corpses from the beginning.

Tang Qi and she were the exceptions.

Soon, the joyful, bloody, and eerie game ended.

Most people, through the game, entered the Rabbit Hole, all without exception were Transcendents.

Watching those Transcendents turned into "little people," a flicker of enlightenment crossed Tang Qi’s mind.

At that moment, Red Cloak moved.

She went straight towards the Rat Servant, with Tang Qi silently following behind.

Their bodies still in a "Rule Formation State," but their movements lacked any hint of stiffness.

The Rat Servant and those soldiers noticed this scene instantly, the Rat Servant’s flat head paused, then it started spewing sharp and harsh curses—it seemed to recognize Red Cloak’s identity, the blood-thirsty soldiers also drew their long swords, coming forward to kill.

But in an instant, the girl drew the axe from her back, the red phantom twinkled, and amid the "Sizzle" sound, all the blood-thirsty soldiers were cleaved into two.

Simultaneously, the fierce double-barreled shotgun’s muzzle harshly aimed at the Rat Servant’s head.

Its cursing abruptly stopped.

Seeing this scene, Tang Qi was first speechless, then seemed to realize something, and maintained calm.

"Does the girl have higher authority, and after the game ends, the Dream Master no longer watches over this place?"

This thought flickered, as Tang Qi watched the girl extort two more Secret Medicines from the Rat Servant.

They drank down, the marvelous sensation suddenly permeating inside.

That Black Ink, as if integrating with the polluting force soaked into their bodies, stirred up some kind of rule, and the world before them magnified, the tiny Rabbit Hole turned abyss-like, under the pulling of a sucking force accompanied by overlapping illusions, both were sucked in.

Layers upon layers of phantom images, rippling waves, indescribable murmurs... put together formed an illusory world, wrapping around them, and then threw him out.

When Tang Qi regained consciousness, a solid sensation came from beneath his feet.

Beside him, stood Red Cloak, surrounded by the previously entered Transcendents, with the first "Lucky One," Sandra, at the forefront.

But here, no queuing was needed.

Everyone got up one after another, adjusting to the lingering dizziness in their minds, while looking forward.

In front of them was a corridor that seemed never-ending, constructed of gray-black bricks and stones, with splatters of blood marks appearing everywhere on the hallway, along with various oddly shaped corpses—including some humans.

On the walls of the corridor hung bizarre, warped paintings, each painting with a door underneath it.

Perhaps since the moment they arrived here.

In the air, a song started, source undetectable, as if played by a damaged, old Record Player, its original melody was hard to discern, penetrating people’s ears were twisted tunes, chaotic whispers, and an unbearable, intermittently electrical noise.

A look of pain started to surface on each person’s face.

In such an environment, they soon noticed the nearest corpse.

It was a giant rat trap, a rusty mechanism, flattening a large rat dressed in burlap robes, erosion over time had turned it into a "dried corpse", its flat head with one eye staring at the people.

Among the electric noise, its sharp laughter, full of mocking tone, faintly transmitted.

"Please the Fairy, this is our fate."