Matrix Survival: I Get A Random Chest Every Day-Chapter 798 - 560 "Shut up!

"I..."

The blonde player spoke with a choked voice, preparing to accept the deal.

At this moment, Xiao suddenly acted differently from before, abruptly standing up from his crouching position, his expression serious.

With one hand on his forehead, he seemed a bit dizzy. After about ten seconds, a look of realization appeared in Xiao's eyes: "I see, my memories have actually been self-sealed. No wonder I've always felt something was missing..."

With the blonde player looking bewildered, Xiao drew the Diamond Level long sword, turned away without bothering to respond, and left.

Just like that, he walked away?

The blonde player couldn't move, not a single bone in his body had healed, and he couldn't even perform the simple action of sitting up. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

After lying there for a while, the Wandering Merchant didn't return. He really just left like that.

"So strange..."

Muttering, he hurriedly controlled the Nanorobot to first repair the bones in his fingers; otherwise, when the energy runs out, it would be embarrassing if he couldn't retrieve a new Power Core.

...

"Hmm, since my memories have recovered, does it mean at least one of those guys has returned?"

Xiao quickly arrived in an empty room, sorting out his slightly chaotic memories that had just recovered, "Who could it be? Evil Eye? Or Demon Ear? These two have the strongest survival abilities and are the craftiest. If anyone could return first, it would definitely be one of those two."

He took out a Scroll from his chest, removed the outer band, and after unfolding, it revealed an ink painting.

The painting's content was extremely simple, with only two houses and a few rocks.

The remaining space was filled with a lot of greenery, and occasionally the figures of wild rabbits and young deer could be seen.

Shadows glowed with a starry dim light, clearly indicating some creatures hidden within had not revealed themselves.

In the lower right corner of the painting, a red note was written, with only a large Chinese character: Drunk!

"The time has come, aren't you coming out?" Xiao spoke to the Scroll.

With his inquiry, the Scroll bizarrely changed, a window of one of the thatched houses opened, revealing a piece of a garment.

Xiao tilted his head as if listening, seemingly in conversation with someone in the painting: "Not the time yet?"

"We originally designed it so that when the prophecy develops to a certain stage, memories would start to recover."

"...I of course remembered, otherwise how would I recall you're hiding in my personal space?"

"I haven't contacted anyone else, and the first thing I did upon regaining my memory was to contact you."

"The plan changed, number X lost contact?"

"Alright, I understand."

Xiao nodded thoughtfully, asking the being within the Scroll, "So what do I do now? Follow the previous plan?"

The entity within the Scroll said something to him, and after about five minutes, he put the Scroll away, placing it back in his chest.

"I said, why did I recently have the hunch to get an identity as a Merchant, turns out it was a setup from before I self-sealed my memories."

Xiao looked up, his gaze seemingly able to penetrate the Matrix's obstructions, "After all... the personal spaces of us veteran players can only safely expand within the Matrix..."

...

In the black market store, Luo Aiman was immersed in a magazine, unable to extricate himself, his entire head turning a gaudy pink, heart-shaped bubbles wobbling and floating out, bursting in the air.

"Hmm, I see... hehe..."

The black market store, with only Luo Aiman present, echoed with his creepy laughter while immersed in the magazine, giving people goosebumps.

...

"Zi Shu, gather your senior brothers."

The single room in the Blacksmith Shop resounded with a thunderous voice, and Zi Shu, who was bored outside minding the shop, was slightly startled. His teacher hadn't used his real voice in a long time; he even developed a communication tool like 'Spirit Communication' for this purpose.

"Teacher, is there something wrong?" Zi Shu took out a crystal ball and crushed it. It was a unified signal for all the disciples under the teacher, and each had a copy. When Zi Shu crushed the main one, those on the other end would simultaneously shatter upon sensing it.

This sensing capability, unlike Spirit Communication, could traverse the barriers between the Matrix and the Outer City. No matter where his senior brothers were, as long as they were within the terminal's range of influence, they could all receive the signal.

Thump!

Thump!

Thump!

Inside the single room, it sounded as if someone was beating a drum, each beat landing on the heart, threatening to shatter it.

Click.

The door to the room opened, revealing a giant with a complexion like magma behind it, his entire body covered only at the waist by a piece of unknown animal hide, with a pair of stout ram horns spiraling down to hang on his shoulders.

The drumming noise from earlier was actually from his footsteps!

"It's just a sudden thought, wanting to set an exam for them," said Blacksmith O'er. "Those who fail this time will be expelled from the Blacksmith Shop. Let them take care!"

"Alright, Teacher." Zi Shu understood his teacher well and knew he wouldn't joke about such things, making his heart tighten: "Teacher, do I also have to take part in this exam?"

Zi Shu, having joined late and learned barely anything from his teacher, felt it was quite unfair for him to join.

"You?" O'er glanced at Zi Shu, "You're not qualified yet."

Receiving this response, Zi Shu felt both frustrated and relieved, knowing he could just watch his senior brothers' competition from the sidelines.

...

"Finally collected them all."

Zhan Zhouzhou looked at the freshly carved pure-blood red-skinned pig tusks, feeling a complexity she couldn't put into words.

The mission only required three pairs of tusks, yet she almost scoured the entire area during the past half-day, exhausting her Genetic Force several times before recovering. The number of red-skinned pigs she killed was countless, but she finally completed the task and could now return.

"In the future, I need to carefully evaluate tasks before accepting them. Otherwise, encountering something like today would drive me crazy." Zhan Zhouzhou stored away the red-skinned pig's tusks and brought out a tool resembling a button.

This was a teleportation tool used to return to the Outer City from the Wilderness, named 'Ring', though it looked more like a button, its name was indeed 'Ring'.

With a press of her fingertip, the center of the Ring glowed with the light emitted by energy transmission, requiring about ten seconds of buffering to fully activate.

Once activated, the Ring could not be turned off, and it was inherently fragile, easily destroyed.

Therefore, it could only be used when ensuring one's safety.

The only benefit was that this item wasn't expensive; anyone taking on tasks that required leaving the Outer City could get one for free.

If one abandons the task after acquiring the Ring, the Terminal will automatically retrieve it. No matter the method or person entrusted, or the location, nothing can prevent the Terminal from reclaiming the Ring.

Thus, there's no possibility of frantically taking tasks to resell Rings.

After ten seconds passed quickly, Zhan Zhouzhou's surroundings changed, and she returned to District 902.

The first thing she saw upon returning was Li Zheng sitting there temporarily overseeing the spot.

"...Really? Again?"

Zhan Zhouzhou sighed, rubbing her forehead. She pulled out the Purple Extreme Sword, drawing glances from passersby.

Li Zheng intended to greet her initially, but seeing Zhan Zhouzhou storming up, sword in hand, became utterly bewildered: "You..."

"Shut up!"

Zhan Zhouzhou snapped, raising her hand to strike.