Gamers Are Fierce-Chapter 592 - 590 Divine Tune

A benefactor?

The players were filled with confusion. However, Ferry didn’t seem interested in elaborating on this topic.

He straightened his top hat and said with a smile, "We’d better get on our way. This is the border between the Underworld and the Mortal Realm. For a new Spiritual Body like yourself, staying here for too long will erode the essence of your soul."

After saying this, without waiting for Mule to refuse, he lifted his cane, planted it lightly but firmly on the ground, and tapped its tip three times.

Mule suddenly felt the world spin.

In the other players’ vision, the surrounding scenery changed abruptly. The mountains and forests melted away like heated wax, replaced by a vast plain.

The plain’s soil was black, soft, and warm, but devoid of any vegetation; not even a single small pebble could be seen. The surrounding light was dim. Looking up, one could only see a gloomy, oppressive sky, with no sun or stars visible. On the distant horizon, something undulated continuously. Listening closely, one could hear sighs, crying, and wails of utmost despair, as well as screams, curses, and pleas for mercy in every language known to humankind. These unending sounds echoed in this land of perpetual twilight, where day and night were indistinguishable.

Mule, freshly teleported here, hadn’t yet had a chance to survey his surroundings before being engulfed by these terrifying cacophonies. He felt his heart pound violently, his eyes became bloodshot, and his ears rang. He involuntarily fell to his knees, covering his ears with his hands.

"His Sanity Value is rapidly dropping," Black Trojan said urgently. "He won’t last much longer! Smith! Smith! Can you hear me?!"

Mule could see Black Trojan floating before him, but his body was completely unresponsive, unable to make any move.

Unlike explicit attributes such as strength and agility, Sanity Value, as a hidden attribute, is calculated in connection with the Intelligence Perception Properties, and is also influenced by other factors such as the player’s personal willpower, psychological state, and physical condition.

Mule, now in role-playing mode with his player attributes sealed, hadn’t experienced a significant decrease in his Sanity Value yet. He finally received a reprieve just before his sanity was completely depleted.

CLACK—

A bald Black man in a red suit fell from the void, landing in front of Mule. Seeing Mule’s miserable state, he cursed, "Motherfucker!" and promptly planted his cane into the ground once more.

The pervasive noise instantly diminished. Mule’s agony subsided greatly.

Ferry reached out and pulled him up from the ground.

"Kevin, are you all right?"

Ferry’s face showed a very sincere expression of guilt and remorse. "I don’t know what happened earlier; my spell malfunctioned for a moment, teleporting you here while I myself was left behind. I’m truly sorry."

He apologized with great sincerity. Mule stood, hands on his knees, catching his breath for a moment before managing to straighten up, still panting heavily. He gestured with his left hand behind his back, signaling his teammates to provide intelligence support.

The players summoned by the item, bound by the System’s power, couldn’t stray far from their employer. Having been teleported along with him, they too were assaulted by the distant, sanity-eroding sounds. Fortunately, the group had various methods to cope.

A necklace flashed around Forest Cat’s neck.

Black Trojan’s mechanical eyes whirred.

Witch snapped her fingers, creating a transparent bubble that enveloped her, shielding her from the sanity-eroding cacophony.

Li Ang calmly put in earplugs and discreetly retrieved the Soul Summoning Banner, disguised as an umbrella, stowing Miss Chai into his inventory.

"That was teleportation," Forest Cat calmly analyzed while frantically snapping photos. "The first stage of the quest involved climbing to the mountain ridge. Since you’ve now been teleported to another world, that stage must be complete. What’s the second stage quest?"

Am I supposed to follow the Messenger of the Underworld and journey through the Underworld, like Dante in the Divine Tune?

Mule pretended not to see Forest Cat. He swallowed hard and then asked Ferry, "That sound... what was it?"

The second stage quest is to journey through the Underworld... Forest Cat nodded. "In the Divine Tune, Dante journeyed through Hell and then Heaven. So, for this quest, either after journeying through the Underworld, we continue to Heaven, or after the Underworld, we move into another storyline. Of course, it could also end right after the Underworld."

Black Trojan shook his head. "We can’t take the Divine Tune as a definitive guide now. Even the ancient Roman poet Virgil has become a bald Black man who says ’motherfucker.’ Even if there is content from the Divine Tune, the degree of adaptation will be significant."

He pushed his sunglasses up his nose, looking at Ferry. Not daring to rashly activate the Code Observer function, he analyzed, He seems unable to see us. We can move freely...

Silently, Witch took out a circular Cleaning Robot from her inventory. She jumped onto the Cleaning Robot and flew into the sky, stopping only when she neared the maximum distance she could be from Mule.

She belonged to the Secret Organization Syndicate. She was one of the disciples of the mysterious Professor, the creator of Syndicate. The Darin Cleaning Robot beneath her feet was an enrollment gift from the Professor. It could be thrown like a flying guillotine, absorbing an opponent’s attributes and transferring them to the user, and could also serve as a vehicle for high-speed flight.

Times change, and the world progresses. It’s quite normal for witches, who once flew on brooms, to now use Cleaning Robots as vehicles.

The young Witch, ascending high on the Cleaning Robot, took out a telescope made of thick green leaves and dewdrops and peered into the distance. Behind her, small, circular metal spheres silently emerged and drifted downwards. They stopped in mid-air, hovering near the maximum permissible distance from Mule, collecting information about this plane in some fashion.

"You mean that?" Ferry pointed towards the horizon with the tip of his cane. "That’s our ’5G base station.’"