I Am Stuck In A Beta Test For 1000 Years-Chapter 353 353

Chapter 353. This Wasn't Fishing, It Was Fish-Bombing!

Looking at the bucket of holy water, Sumeru's mentality changed dramatically.

He first took a deep breath, then patted his face to force himself to calm down.

That could be fake, it just looked like it.

Then, he clicked on the picture.

No one knew what the liquid was for, unlike the endless stream of replies for other maps, there were only a few people in this one.

This was normal. So far, he was probably the only one who had seen the First Generation Holy Water. The others had probably not even heard of it.

Sumeru didn't ask immediately. Instead, he contacted an ordinary member of the Guild. With a few words, he scared this guy into thinking that he was going to carry out an important mission. Then, he replied under this picture.

He didn't want to expose himself, or else he would definitely alert the other party.

He still had some impression of this guy called Abbacchio.

Back when he participated in the monster siege in Annapula, the swordsman with solid skills was one of the few unspecialized players that caught his eye. It was a pity that the Ghost Hunter was one step ahead of him and recruited him.

The person wasn't stupid. If he acted too eagerly, the other person might overthink.

Soon, Sumeru replied with the avatar he created.

[What is this water in the picture?] he asked.

About half a minute later, Abbacchio replied, "Good job, Watson! Although I don't know what this thing is, my HP is slowly recovering just by approaching it. It's probably the Spring of Life? If it weren't for this thing, I'm afraid I wouldn't have been able to hold on for so long!] 𝐟𝓇ℯ𝒆we𝒃𝘯𝒐νe𝑙.co𝚖

Sumeru was shocked. It did sound like the First Generation Holy Water. Even if it was not, it was something similar.

He then instructed his avatar to ask, [Then why don't you keep it?]

[Brother, do I look like I have a mental problem?]

"Guild leader, how do we go back to this?" The avatar panicked. He felt as if he had stepped on a mine.

"Then try answering, 'No'."

[No.]

[Then what kind of shitty question is that?]

Abbacchio looked irritable.

[If I could keep it, would I still leave it here and stare at it with my eyes?]

"Quickly ask him why he can't put it away!" Sumeru urged.

The avatar did as he was told, and Abbacchio replied.

[I'll leave the items here. My coordinates are in the main body of the post. If you have the ability, come and get them yourself. Don't ask why. If I could take it away, I would have done so long ago. ]

Then, he seemed to have lost his patience with this guy. No matter how his avatar poked him, he didn't respond.

"Boss, could he be a scammer?"

"I was worried at first, but I don't think so anymore. Alright, you can go back to your work. There's nothing else here." Sumeru dismissed his avatar and pondered for a while.

At first, he had suspected that someone was setting a trap, but later on, he felt that he had overreacted.

How could it be possible? How could anyone know that the Holy See had given him the First Generation Holy Water?

It was impossible.

If Abbacchio was really the one who set the bait, he would definitely make it clear and lure others to take the bait—a bucket of First Generation Holy Water! Who could resist this temptation?

How could he be so impatient about such an important map?

After eliminating the wrong answer, it was clear that it was most likely a coincidence.

It just so happened that someone had fallen into the place called Ravesland, or perhaps, it was because of the appearance of the Silver Knight that this map was opened!

That's right, it must be like this.

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that it was reliable. It wasn't like he had never seen similar plots.

However, he immediately felt a headache.

If this was true, it meant that this bucket of what looked like the First Generation of Holy Water belonged to Ravesland. This was also the reason why Abbacchio couldn't take it away. It had ownership.

So he could exchange this small bottle of First Generation Holy Water for the Holy Lance?

What a joke, unless the owner of Ravesland was retarded!

Sumeru was a little anxious. He frowned and looked at the hundreds of maps released by Abbacchio for a long time. He found that this was indeed a process of accidentally entering the ruins and taking photos along the way. However, this guy had cleverly avoided those dangerous monsters. He could not help but be impressed with his insights.

As he looked, his eyes narrowed.

The position of the bucket of water, the distribution of the monsters, and the growth sequence of underground resources.

It seemed a little strange.

Sumeru sat up straight and immediately opened the map. He looked at the location of the River of Rites and found that the nearest place was Mephisto.

He then arranged the pictures according to a certain height and order, pretending that he was the Abbacchio, and followed the route deeper into the ruins.

Soon, his breathing became heavy.

The distribution of the monsters was getting more and more concentrated, and the herbs and minerals were getting more and more precious. The bucket of water was at the end!

There was no doubt that this was a hidden quest called "Protect the Holy Water".

This was not something that belonged to Ravesland, but a large-scale instance in the wild!

A chance!

A great opportunity!

It was worth investing the entire Guild's strength!

…

Ravesland.

"Just like this?" Abbacchio asked

"Alright, alright. Your photography skills are on par with Grandma Jiangning's. You can't even get such a good view in your photos. Furthermore, you can't even differentiate between the primary and secondary."

Char said, and Abbacchio was sweating.

His experience was also considered bizarre. He was playing the game alone and had almost forgotten about the big boss in his friend list who had been lying there for a long time. Suddenly, he was pulled over by a message from the other party, and then he made a bunch of fancy things.

Abbacchio didn't understand what was going on, but he knew that it was a trap, a big one. It was a big net that could catch the cowards.

As for what exactly he was going to do, Char didn't say, and he didn't dare to ask. Anyway, he had given him quite a lot of benefits, and it was enough to buy him, let alone shut him up.

"You've worked hard. It's fine if you want to leave. After all, there will be a large number of players coming in soon. It'll be convenient for you to come and go. I've reserved a house for you in the city. It's not big, but it's enough for you to stay or sell it."

"Then I'll stay for a while," Abbacchio replied, and added in his heart, "I want to see who are you trying to cheat!"

"That's fine."

Char nodded and let him go on his own.

After sending away Abbacchio, he looked at the masterpiece that he had spent half a month creating and couldn't help but feel a little proud.

This was no longer fishing, but blowing up the fish.

Half a month ago, he had received news from Laurentia that he was planning to start his own sect and go against the church while protecting the world in his own way. At that time, he felt that his chance had come.

Originally, he had only planned to let Apple Pie send a thousand of them down to be his tools, but seeing that even Laurentia was going to do something big, he decided to target all the players.

Therefore, scheming was just a passing move. His original intention was to play a big game.

The method was very simple. As obvious as putting an elephant in a refrigerator, it only had three steps.

He had buried a huge gravitational field right below the River of Rites. It was the same as the one Duke Saxson had built in his own yard to make it easier for players to land.

Technology of Mechanical Civilization was the best. A project as big as Saxson's had taken an elven mage more than ten years of hard work and a large amount of resources, but Char had just produced a few hundred specialized floor boards from a level 1 Research Institute, and it was even an assembly line work.

Then, this place became an entrance for all players to land—they just had to jump and it would be over.

This was the first step, to provide the physical premise for the trap.

The second step was to dispel the barrier of Ravesland. The thing that was created by the spirit breath to block mana.

Fitzrock was really ruthless. Before he died, he had already invented a similar barrier that could block mana and the will of Zin'rokh.

Although it could not stop the corruption of the race, it could at least stop them from further demonization. It could at least extend Mechanical Civilization for a few hundred years, but he had hidden it.

The reason was unknown. Perhaps he had long been disappointed in the people around him, or perhaps the literary hero, Bill the bear, had made things difficult for him.

In any case, this thing didn't come in handy, but instead protected Fitzrock's own creation for so long.

When the Turing tower was destroyed by the obliteration strike, most of the enchantment was destroyed, but it was still able to block the will of Zin'rokh. After that, Char simply tore it apart, and the entire Ravesland was divided into two distinct parts.

The Turing Tower of the ruins was used as the dividing line, or rather, the hole inside Turing Tower that acted as the dividing line. Beneath the hole was the safe and sound Lower City District, the Fourth Component Area, and the new city under construction.

On top of it was the true Ravesland's lair, which was constantly surging with mana. It had already combined with machinery and was constantly mutating.

The heart of the den had even been formed because of the resentment of the previous Holy See before his death!

Of course, Char had also managed to contact his most capable subordinate.

As soon as they met, Zin'rokh immediately began to flatter him. He said things like how long it took him to take down this city, and how the Son of Abyss only took a month. He said that he was indeed the incarnation of the abyss.

It was pretty good.

Then, under Char's arrangements, Zin'rokh controlled the monsters to start excavating the ruins and vigorously develop the farming industry. 𝒇𝚛e𝘦wℯ𝑏𝓃𝑜νℯ𝒍.co𝗺

It's the monsters that are vigorously developing the farming industry.

The ruins had been eroded by the spirit breath for five whole eras. In terms of fertility, only the soil of the court of the Holy Tree could rival it.

Now, the arrival of the monsters "inadvertently" brought fresh seeds, and "inadvertently" crazily pooped on the seeds, and "inadvertently" watered the seeds, fertilized them. If the seeds they brought were all rare underground medicinal herbs, wouldn't it grow to become a plantation?

Just as the development in the North was in full swing, the development in Ravesland here had been completed by Zin'rokh alone. The once barren ruins had become a vibrant underground garden. All kinds of precious herbs grew like weeds, and at a glance, it looked like layers of money on the ground.

As long as this map was sent out, all players, regardless of their standpoint, would definitely be tempted.

Scattering a handful of coins on the endless main road could cause a stampede at any moment. This was probably the logic.

This was the second step—setting the bait.

The third step was very simple. How would he post the content about this place out there?

For most people, this might be the most difficult step, but for Char, it was a piece of cake. His understanding of monsters was no less than that of Zin'rokh, the creator only knew how to create them, but Char also knew they die and how to avoid them.

So he had Zin'rokh change the distribution of the monsters slightly, which was very natural and normal. Then, he could design a "coincidental intrusion" route for Abbacchio that only he could use, perfectly avoiding all the monsters.

If there was a data-lover who wanted proof, he would find the only reasonable path to victory among the countless bad endings and shout, "all of these are the choices of your ancestors!"

In short, this was absolutely reasonable and flawless. Maybe it could even make more people come here to send it because of the authenticity verification. People might even use the verification to gain popularity and fame.

As for the bucket of water, it was added on a later date.

It was a coincidence that just a few hours ago, when Abbacchio was about to post, Char suddenly received a message from Apple Pie that someone was going to cause trouble.

He never thought that the church's matter would turn into a father-son game, and that someone would want to test his iron-headed attitude!

Char was overjoyed when he saw that. There was such a thing?

Even though he had no idea which idiot had been entrusted with such an important task, he could easily guess that the Sword Saint Brent would trade his family's First Generation Holy Water for the Holy Lance. This item had most likely already been handed over to someone, and was only waiting to come to Ravesland to trade with the higher-ups.

He originally wanted to go to the surface to find a way to treat Ortlinde, but now it seemed that there was no need. He could just sit at home and wait for the person to come to him. Since he was willing to give it to him, he would reluctantly accept it.

According to the original plan, this item was also brought by Laurentia to be given to Ortlinde. The Paladin's original intention was to use it as a 'love token'. However, Char's many experiences showed that this village girl had no idea what the First Generation Holy Water meant.

She would either use it to save an injured ordinary person, praise it with 'the effect of this holy water is amazing', and then ask 'do you have more', or give it to him on a dark and windy night to gain Char's favor.

From the looks of it, this thing seemed to be destined to return to Char, and it was indirectly related to Laurentia. It was also the end of the world quest.

The bucket of water was undoubtedly fake.

As a man who had seen and owned a bucket of Holy Water, Char knew how to create a fake that could fool even experts with photos.

Even if he had shown the map to Brent, he would still have been fooled, let alone Sumeru who had naively ran into him.

Furthermore, Char had even adjusted the position of the bucket of water, placing it in the shape of the mission outline of 'Protecting Holy Water'. If someone had developed a good eye after going through a lot of missions and instances, they would be able to deduce this from the clues and believe in their own meticulous logic. From that, they would be even more certain that this was the' First Generation Holy Water'!

It was huge as well!

If even a 'rational' sheep had lost its mind, then there was no need to say more about the players that came in next.

Just like how an internet café across the school was considered a 'market-oriented' type, Char wanted the same situation.

As a large number of players lost their lives here, they would naturally be resurrected from Ravesland.

After that, this place would become a new main city, a new free city without factions and PvP.