WTNL Chapter 73

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Anchor Hall
Chapter 73: Lingering

In the anchor hall, the system prohibited conflicts between players, so as long as they did not enter the instance, the lives of all anchors were guaranteed.

For the next six hours, Wen Jianyan met with several guilds he had carefully selected.

According to the contact over the past three days, Wen Jianyan had basically figured out the personalities of the representative anchors sent by these guilds.

Therefore, according to the different anchors he met this time, the appearance he chose was also different.

Like with the Oracle, which was mysterious and liked to engage in industry monopolies, Wen Jianyan was an intellectual middle-aged man who looked delicate and weak, was easy to control, and had no offensive power.

For someone as aggressive as the Dark Fire, where internal strength was respected, Wen Jianyan put on his own strong man’s shell, making himself impossible to ignore in terms of size and aura, appearing influential.

If the visitor showed flaws in the communication in the past few days and Wen Jianyan found out that he was easily attracted by beauty, the liar would put on the shell of his own red-haired beauty.

Although everyone knew that the appearance of all anchors in system space was not necessarily real, all humans are visual animals. Even if they intellectually understood that the other party’s current appearance wasn’t true, in the course of conversation they would become confused and uncontrollably become prisoners of vision.

This was a huge advantage for Wen Jianyan.

He was a person who was good at using his appearance, and now he could use every appearance to the extreme, almost like a fish in water, without any trouble.

This feature was awesome!

It was not also impossible to use the appearance in the instance, but the price was too high.

After all, if the anchor suddenly changed his appearance, it would be very difficult for the audience, which was already familiar with the image of the anchor, to accept it.

Although Wen Jianyan was already considered wealthy among novice anchors, he was still very reluctant in the face of such a high cost of points.

He admired his outward appearance and sighed regretfully.

Sooner or later, he would have to go through an instance wearing the appearance!

Was this the joy of buying skins in the game? He loved it.

During these six hours, Wen Jianyan gained a lot of information.

He found that the amount of information obtained by the anchors in high-level guilds was completely incomparable to that of ordinary anchors, especially in many old-fashioned guilds, which thoroughly understood the internal rules of the nightmare and knew exactly how to obtain what they wanted within the scope allowed by the rules.

For example, although the anchors couldn’t choose the instance he’d enter next, they could control the difficulty of the instance within an acceptable range by controlling the level of the anchors in the team, which not only reduced the death rate of the anchors but could also be used to guide newcomers in the guild.

In addition, they could also use the ability of the anchor to predict their next instance in the guild. If there was a type of prop that was needed, they would form a team based on this information and explore that instance. 

Even for hidden items of the same level, there would be grade distinctions after they become props.

The higher the grade, the longer the duration, and the greater the functionality.

There were actually quite a few props that could destroy ghosts on the market, just like the toy gun props that Ji Guan gave him in “Fukang Private General Hospital”. However, these props could only target ordinary ghosts. On a powerful instance boss, not only might it be completely useless, but it could also irritate the opponent and make a person die faster.

And what Wen Jianyan needed were props that could directly target the instance boss.

 “Of course there are such props!”

One of the representatives of the guild patted his chest and said: “We happen to have a level C anchor here, and the broadcast will start in about ten days. The instance he’s going to enter will have similar props that can hurt Boss. If you are willing to join our guild, once the transfer procedure is completed, you can be included in the team!”

He coughed lightly: “I will also join the team at that time, and we can support each other.”

The red-haired, beautiful woman smiled, her amber fox eyes slightly raised, and with a terrifying charm that could seduce the soul: “Really? Thank you very much.” 

She leaned over slightly, her snow-white neck curved in a slender arc: “I’ll think about it.”

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Six hours later.

Wen Jianyan finally ended his journey as a social butterfly.

“Bang.”

The door to the room closed behind him.

The moment Wen Jianyan entered the room, the appearance on his body was automatically removed, and he changed from a two-meter-tall man back to a slender young man.

He looked gloomy, and after taking two unsteady steps, he fell face down on the soft sofa with a pop, which startled Su Cheng and Ji Guan.

They quickly jumped up and surrounded him: “What’s the matter? Are you okay?”

Wen Jianyan moved his head, showing half of his face, and said weakly:

“I’m exhausted…”

Although he was very good at deceiving people with disguises. After six hours of non-stop role switching and testing others, Wen Jianyan, even though he thought had good physical strength, couldn’t stand the high-intensity consumption that was almost unbearable.

It was exhausting.

Ji Guan leaned down, poked Wen Jianyan’s shoulder, and said quietly, “I added more chocolate this time; it’s in the kitchen for you.”

Wen Jianyan sighed and shook his head dispiritedly: “No need, I don’t have the strength to eat now.”

He was just sleepy.

He got up slowly and with difficulty; the muscles and bones on his body creaked. Wen Jianyan stretched his neck, then turned around and staggered toward the room, waving his hand to the two behind him and lazily saying:

“I’ll go to sleep first; don’t call me.”

Wen Jianyan returned to his room, took a shower with the last of his strength, and then threw his entire body onto the big soft bed, rolling slowly.

Now his muscles were sore, his brain power was exhausted, and his whole body was groggy.

Wen Jianyan raised his hand and turned off the light with a “snap”.

The darkness that was filled with a sense of security enveloped him, and Wen Jianyan fell into a deep sleep, almost in a daze.

…

Wen Jianyan knew that he was dreaming.

Ever since he entered this nightmare live broadcast room, every time he fell asleep, he would inevitably have nightmares.

After all, despite the fact that Wen Jianyan would not be defeated by the things in the instances, he was still a normal human being.

Sometimes it was an instance that he had personally experienced. Broken, bloody fragments were randomly pieced together, familiar or unfamiliar faces overlapping and moving in front of his eyes. Some were anchors, some were NPCs, some were ghosts, and some have just a simple outline of their facial features.

Ghosts, running for life, screaming.

Sometimes he dreamed of his own death—disemboweled and bloodied.

But…

In the next three days after the end of the last instance, even though he experienced so many terrible things, his sleep quality improved.

Wen Jianyan drifted in the gap between half dream and half awake, remembering in a daze.

There were no longer all kinds of bizarre horror images in the dream. On the contrary, there was only a boundless darkness in his mind, with no end in sight, deadly silent and peaceful.

Perhaps his ability to accept was stronger than before.

However, today’s dream was a little different from the past.

For some reason, the darkness that had been quiet for three days began to tumble and gradually condensed into a familiar human shape.

The distance between the other party and himself seemed very far away, but for some reason, Wen Jianyan was able to clearly picture the other party’s face in his mind—

A spell-like pattern, long black hair, and golden cold eyes.

…

The sleeping young man appeared agitated, his brows furrowed slightly, fine beads of sweat oozed from his pale forehead, his hair stuck to it, and his breathing involuntarily became slightly rapid.

He turned over involuntarily, and the edge of his loose clothes was lifted, revealing a quarter of a narrow waist with graceful and tight lines.

His hip bones were thin, and his white belly was slightly sunken. On the soft and sweaty skin, the scarlet and complicated mark was immersed in the shadow covered by the cloth.

Accompanied by the unsteady breathing of the young man, the pattern looked extraordinarily gorgeous and treacherous, as if it was still shining with a faint golden luster.

In the dream.

The smell of blood lingered in his nose, and the darkness around him, as if controlled by something, consciously rolled up and wrapped around the youth’s feet.

Wen Jianyan frowned, took two steps back, and the darkness surrounding his ankles disappeared like mist.

He raised his head, and his pupils subconsciously shrank slightly.

The distance between him and the figure of the man, who was barely visible due to his great distance, was somehow shortened. Although there was still a thick and deep darkness, Wen Jianyan could still clearly see the pair of golden, inhuman eyes.

“D@mn it, now one can’t even dream peacefully.”

Wen Jianyan raised his hand irritably and rubbed his hair.

Could it be that the other party had given him too much psychological shadow?

Surprisingly, this evil ghost was still lingering, chasing him in his dreams…

“Are you sure—”

The man’s deep voice sounded in the darkness, and he took another step forward, with a cruel smile flickering deep in his eyes:

“It’s a dream? “

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Last chapter:-
As long as he is in the anchor hall, the opponent cannot catch up.

This chapter:-
Wen Jianyan: Aaaaaaaahhh, don’t come here! (Horrified)

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