My Misfortune Crushed Instances-Chapter 142: Everyone, Restart

The Secret Realm agents in the central ruins all feel like they’re in a fantasy.

It was supposed to be an arena, how the hell did it turn into a battle royale?

Everyone is running away, hiding, all the rules have become irrelevant. They only need to accomplish one goal, which is to avoid that demon from the fog as much as possible.

However, it’s not enough to just dodge the red eyes.

They don’t know which despicable trap master is maneuvering in murky waters in such a place; it’s fine to escape, but they also drop traps, and that guy’s Spiritual Power seems terrifyingly high. The Explosive Traps are set up like damn anti-tank Earth Thunder; those with slightly weaker physiques restart on the spot, while the stronger ones still get injured.

Everyone can feel that this night might be the longest one in their lives.

....

Michael’s mental journey is quite tumultuous.

When the fog first appeared, he thought he was favored by heaven.

It’s well known that Assassins must hide in the dark and deliver a fatal blow to the enemy.

So, after the fog appeared, he quickly earned three kill points.

But after a while, he realized something was wrong; the people were gone. Not just one person was gone, but everyone was gone; he couldn’t find anyone anymore.

Until a few minutes later, he found a pair of blood-red eyes.

Just like before, he searched forward in the fog, launched a sneak attack from the dark, used Shadow Step to flank, and danced his Poisoned Dual Blades.

Clang!

When the attack landed, the dual blades struck a Big Black Umbrella, and those red eyes just stared straight at him, as if they had seen through this Assassin lurking in the dark from the start.

Michael felt incredulous; even in the night, his stealth skills were already quite effective, plus the fog concealed him further; the three people he killed earlier died not knowing what happened.

But now, the one who didn’t know what happened became him.

A violent tremor spread throughout his body, and the consciousness of this life dissipated.

Unfortunately, Li Rui wouldn’t reason with him; he could not only see clearly in the fog he summoned but also sense the killing intent coming from behind.

When Michael approached, he had already noticed the other’s presence, pretended not to know to save some energy and let that guy come willingly, also achieving a surprising effect.

Ten minutes later, Michael’s consciousness was freed from a pitch-black space; he had reborn.

During this time, he figured out that the reason he couldn’t find people was that they hadn’t revived yet; they must have been killed by that red-eyed monster.

Yet he not only didn’t fear or lose heart, but rather his fighting spirit surged.

In his view, he was just a bit short of success earlier, maybe it was because the other was lucky enough to happen to catch his sneak attack.

So he tried again.....

And then restarted again.

In the world, some people choose another path after setbacks, while others keep fighting on the same path despite multiple defeats.

Many factors affect success and failure; it’s hard to say whose choice is definitively wrong. But regardless of right or wrong, Michael is definitely someone who chooses to fight despite repeated defeats.

He attacked the red-eyed monster five times.

In this hour and a half, he spent an hour in the rebirth space.

This time, he gradually began to doubt himself; since obtaining the imprint, he never encountered such defeat, at least not in the Secret Realm.

But there’s a persistent character in his bones; even though his mood had become quite low, he still decided to try again.

Then he restarted again.

Li Rui was somewhat baffled by that sneaky fellow.

"Why does this damn person keep coming to die?"

He wandered in the mist, searching for enemies, and then discovered a problem.

The people regained their rationality gradually after initial panic; they probed out the fog’s coverage range, determining that the red-eyed demon couldn’t seal the entire ruins.

So quite a few people rushed out of the fog and refused to go back in dead or alive.

This resulted in Li Rui’s harvesting efficiency drastically reducing; he had to move the fog range and then go inside to find people. Although still faster than normal people’s scoring speed, it wasn’t reaching his expectations.

"Ah, truly, I was hoping to save a skill point."

He decided to give these people a small weather forecast shock.

Fog Flow Mastery upgraded to lv2.

...

Demon Witch Zago has already died six times at Li Rui’s hands.

His heart felt icy cold; in the entire central ruins, only he knew the true identity of the Foggy Evil Ghost — that pesky umbrella-bearing boy.

So he was even more panic-stricken than the others; the two had grudges even before entering the big iron gate.

Although those few arguments seemed trivial to normal people, Zago, who never forgave insults, thought it was a deadly conflict.

Judging others by himself, he believed Li Rui would also pursue him relentlessly, that maybe someday if they met in the chaotic land, they would engage in a fierce battle.

He felt somewhat desperate; what could be more terrifying than provoking an unknown powerful entity?

Thinking about how to avoid the vendetta, he kept groping forward; finally, the fog faded, and he broke through.

"Stay away, stay away."

He hurriedly sprinted forward, trying to distance himself from the fog’s range, but just then, he felt darkness coming before his eyes.

Looking up, the fog suddenly surged massively, covering the moonlight overhead like huge waves.

Whoosh—

Zago was swept back into the fog, just after escaping it.

How could it suddenly expand temporarily?

"Holy Ignis, please save your believer."

The Demon Witch’s mindset utterly crumbled.

...

Holy Protection High Court is Dragon Country’s translation, its Banluo Language literal meaning should be, under Holy Spirit’s protection, located in the High Court in the skies.

Of course, this so-called sky is actually a big mountain; their headquarters is at the mountainside.

This organization’s sphere of influence covers four countries, all very small, combined just about the size of two West Wind Provinces; 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚

However, in the chaotic land, this organization’s influence is quite significant.

They not only possess numerous advancing Extraordinary individuals but also several high-level powerhouses, Holy Blade Gaspero Rod being one of them.

At the moment, he is kneeling before the Holy Spirit’s statue, praying.

"Luca Rod is your faithful believer, you will surely listen to his plight and grant blessings at the most appropriate time, offering him necessary help. Your loyal servant Gaspero Rod will always offer sincere faith to you."

People in the High Court are accustomed to praying to God at any time, even he, this Holy Blade does.

After standing up, Gaspero returned to the awakening room, stood at the door, and stared at his only son.

"Sir, I believe Luca will surely wake from the Secret Realm as the first." The attendant somewhat flatteringly suggested.

The Holy Blade was not modest either: "Of course, I have no doubt."

....

"Whew, ha, whew, ha."

Luca Rod panted heavily; he had just gone through a round of life-and-death escape, naturally chased by the Foggy Evil Ghost.

He couldn’t care about anything else, running at the fastest speed of his life.

If there wasn’t another target attracting that guy’s attention, he might not have escaped.

"Anyway, I’m safe now."

He let out a big sigh of relief, thinking while walking about how to earn more points facing a boss-level entity.

But his body suddenly became stiff, because he saw in the fog ahead, a pair of scarlet eyes staring at him.

"Father, did you not pray for me?"

Bam!

Restart.

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