The moment the light swept over the cobwebs, the dust and the dead birds instantly turned into fine ash.
The eerie, sinister jars calmed down significantly. The eyeballs that had been thrashing around inside their bottles settled down obediently.
In the next second, the sunlight outside seemed to finally find an opening, scrambling to pour in.
Golden rays flooded the floor, illuminating Cen Yao's purple witch's robe. Tiny starlike specks shimmered across the fabric, looking as if an entire night sky had draped itself over her.
The room, which had been gloomy enough to shoot a horror movie directly, instantly became as bright as if it had just undergone a deep spring cleaning.
At the same time, inside the Horror Game live stream room.
The live stream, which originally had only a single-digit number of viewers, suddenly exploded after the bullet comments froze for two seconds.
【???】
【I just came in, what happened?】
【Wait, isn't this a novice dungeon?】
【I just exited and re-entered to check. Yes, that's right, it's indeed the novice dungeon with the highest death rate!】
【The Rapunzel dungeon is a rare D-rank novice dungeon. It's incredibly hard for newcomers to clear, especially with the Witch identity. It's practically certain death.】
【Because the Witch itself is an extraordinary identity. Newcomers have no items and no points, making it very hard to maintain the Witch's setting. In fact, most people can't even leave the high tower and die right here.】
【If that's the case, then what's extraordinary must be this newcomer's Talent.】
【Talent? A newcomer purifying the Witch's high tower right at the start? You call this a newcomer?】
【What was that thing she just released? A phoenix?】
【It must be a light-element item, right? Where would a newcomer get an item of this caliber?】
【Maybe she has family members in the game who gave her a life-saving item in advance.】
【Makes sense, but the probability is very low. Once you enter a dungeon, it's hard enough just to survive. How could anyone give their life-saving item to someone else? Even family members wouldn't do that. In the Horror Game, aren't there plenty of instances of family and lovers turning against each other and slaughtering one another?】
【By the way, am I the only one who noticed her witch's robe? It's so pretty.】
【Does the Witch identity card provide starting clothes? Why do I remember it doesn't?】
【It doesn't. At least the Witch players I've seen before all wore their own clothes when they entered the dungeon.】
【Then where did she get hers?】
【Who knows. Regardless of where it came from, isn't this supposed to be the novice dungeon with the highest death rate? I came here specifically to watch a newcomer die. I can't wait to see her get disemboweled, hahahahaha.】
【This dungeon never intended to let newcomers live.】
Because of Cen Yao's light phoenix, the live stream room, which originally had only a handful of viewers, experienced a small surge in traffic. The viewer count began to climb.
Seventeen.
Twenty-nine.
Fifty-six.
One hundred and three.
At the same time, the orb's voice rang in Cen Yao's mind.
【Ding—Shock points +10.】
【Ding—Shock points +5.】
【Ding—Shock points +3.】
【Ding—Shock points +8.】
Cen Yao was currently inspecting the desk. Caught off guard by this sudden string of notifications, her hand shook, almost knocking over a glass bottle on the table.
She quickly steadied the bottle.
The blue eyeball inside the bottle slowly turned around and locked eyes with her.
Cen Yao: "..."
She silently turned the bottle the other way.
What are you looking at?
It wasn't like she did it on purpose.
In just a few minutes, her shock points had already risen to over two hundred.
Only then did Cen Yao remember that the Horror Game was streamed live the entire time.
She opened her stream panel, and sure enough, she saw the scrolling bullet comments.
However, any content related to dungeon information or clear prompts was automatically blurred into a jumble of scrambled code on her end. Only the comments that didn't involve spoilers could be seen normally.
【This newcomer is so calm.】
【That phoenix she had earlier was so beautiful.】
【Bling Bling? Is this nickname for real?】
【The robe is indeed beautiful. I'm practically a dying person, yet I'm actually envying her clothes.】
Cen Yao looked at the last comment, feeling a subtle mix of emotions.
Only players could post bullet comments.
Ordinary viewers could only watch the stream and could not participate in the interaction.
In other words, the person currently sitting in the live stream room saying her clothes looked good might be a veteran player who had just crawled out of a dungeon.
The Horror Game was indeed terrifying.
Even when they were on the verge of death, they didn't forget to pay attention to fashion.
She closed the stream panel and continued searching the room.
Inside the desk drawer, there was a rusty little silver knife, a few sheets of dry parchment, and a diary with a blackened cover.
Cen Yao picked up the diary and first used a Cleaning Spell to clear the dust off the cover.
Once the dust cleared, a line of faint golden characters emerged on the cover.
Witch Evelyn's Records.
Cen Yao flipped to the first page.
The handwriting was messy and sharp, almost revealing the writer's terrible temper at the time.
【I finally grew the rainbow flower.】
【For thirteen whole years, I irrigated it with moonlight, dew, magical beast blood, and a sincere heart. It is finally about to mature.】
【As long as I wait for it to fully bloom, I will be able to brew the immortality potion.】
【Eternal youth, undying magic power.】
【No one will ever be able to mock me for growing old again.】
Cen Yao continued flipping through.
【The rainbow flower has matured.】
【It is even more beautiful than I imagined.】
【Seven petals, each looking as if it has been kissed by the morning light.】
【I will harvest it tomorrow.】
Further back, the handwriting on the page suddenly became chaotic. The ink was heavily smudged, almost tearing through the back of the paper.
【The flower is gone!】
【My rainbow flower is missing!】
【Which blind fool dared to steal my flower?!】
【I asked the nearby crows.】
【The crows said it was the king who was looking for a supplement for his queen.】
【He stole my flower.】
【How ridiculous.】
【Humans are always like this, treating other people's treasures as decorations for their own love.】
【He had better pray that I never find him.】
The diary came to an abrupt halt here.
Everything after was blank.
Cen Yao's fingertips paused on that page.
Rainbow flower.
So, the Witch's treasure was the rainbow flower?
But the fairy tale of Rapunzel...
Cen Yao thought about the original story and felt it wasn't that simple.
In the original fairy tale, what the Witch took away was not a flower.
It was a child.
She closed the diary, slipped it into the pocket of her witch's robe, and continued to check the jars on the table.
These should all be potions brewed by the high tower witch herself.
There was a grayish-green sleeping potion, a dark red frenzy potion, and a bottle of recovery potion that smelled like moldy mushroom soup.
Cen Yao picked up one of the bottles and swirled it against the sunlight.
The liquid was turbid, filled with impurities, and the magic flow was unstable.
She silently put it down.
Although she was currently only an Elementary Witch, the quality of these potions was indeed sub-par.
At least, they were far inferior to the basic potions she had brewed in the Learning Space.
Sensing Cen Yao's thoughts, the orb immediately puffed out its non-existent chest with pride.
“Of course! Products from the System are bound to be premium!”
Cen Yao smiled and didn't argue.
After all, the orb was right.
But speaking of which, could she assume that the standards of the Witch courses in the System's Learning Space were likely far higher than the Witch system within the dungeons?
In other words, the All-Planar Learning System where the orb belonged might be of a higher level than the Horror Game.
Cen Yao now had a better grasp of the situation.
She picked out the usable potions, then casually grabbed a few sheets of blank parchment and a small pouch of magic materials that looked relatively clean.
Since she was already here.
Taking the high tower witch's things was a freebie.
Besides, she was the Witch herself now.
How could taking her own things be considered freeloading?
It was called the reasonable inheritance of her identity's assets.
Rate on N.U.
