02 Mother Gaia's eldest son, I'm set on it!_2
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Although this loli voice showed no emotional fluctuations, Le Cheng always felt that Mother Gaia personally came online to win him over.
Could this be the legendary honey trap?
Life is tough, has the Creator descended to the mortal world?
"What do I need to do to become a deputy of Gaia?" Le Cheng asked curiously.
[You can participate in dungeon world adventures as a normal player, but the probability of triggering hidden missions will increase. At the same time, you are required to eliminate organizations condensing the faith of the Eight Great Deities and destroy their deputies. Upon completing tasks, you will also receive more generous rewards.]
Gaia, Order, Chaos, Paradise... and their deputies.
Le Cheng roughly understood what being a deputy entailed.
"Another question, does Mother Gaia have any other deputies?"
[No, you are the only player qualified to become Gaia's deputy.]
"That's outrageous!"
Upon hearing this, Le Cheng slapped his thigh and angrily said, "How can such a great deity like Mother Gaia not have even one deputy and be bullied by those Eight Great Deities? Unbearable, absolutely unbearable! Alright, I'll gladly take on the role of Mother Gaia's great 'son'!"
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Even the intelligent AI probably didn't expect Le Cheng's emotions to suddenly become so agitated; it fell silent for a moment.
What a dutiful great 'son.'
Just then, Le Cheng suddenly felt a sharp pain on the back of his hand. Looking down, he saw a red mark appearing there, shaped like a big moon embracing a smaller moon, with a vertical eye-like scratch on top.
[Contract established, player identity updated]
[Player: Le Cheng]
[Occupation: Deputy]
[Deputy Title: Moonlight]
[Deputy Talent: Identification Eye]
[Note: Identification Eye, a type of Demon Eye, can view characteristic tags of a target. If the target has Divine Power, the Demon Eye will be ineffective.]
[Note 2: This identity information has been hidden by Gaia and cannot be spied on by any force]
As if it were an innate instinct, Le Cheng had already mastered how to use the talent bestowed upon him by his Deputy status. He immediately squinted his eyes towards the coffin plank in front, but of course, he found nothing.
At the same time, Mother Gaia's loli voice echoed in his ears again.
[Deputy, it's time for you to head to the dungeon world.]
Le Cheng gave a hearty thumbs up, "No problem, just tell me where to go. Who should I chop?"
[...If you are ready, lie back in the cube, and Paradise will transport you to the dungeon world in 30 seconds.]
[Warning, players may not disclose information about Paradise to unrelated personnel. Violators will be subjected to severe electric shock punishment.]
[Dungeon worlds are fraught with danger, and if you die, there will be no second chance.]
[Infinite Paradise wishes you great fortune in war]
"Alright, see you later, Mother Gaia."
Le Cheng flashed a bright, sunny smile, then lay back down in the coffin.
As the countdown began, Le Cheng felt his consciousness gradually fading away until he lost all perception.
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When Le Cheng regained consciousness, he felt that he had arrived at some sort of execution scene; all around were sounds of shouting, whipping, and wailing, but looking around, his vision was blurred, and he couldn't see anything.
Then, several lines of blue text appeared in his sight.
[Dungeon World: Mysterious Prison]
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[Dungeon Type: Boxed World]
[Dungeon Difficulty: Hard]
[Dungeon Introduction: This is a prison belonging to a dictator. All the poor lost souls that come here will suffer under a violent rule. You have a very, very slim chance of becoming a lowly prison guard. Struggle to survive, you poor bastards, hahahaha...]
[Task Requirement: Pass the prison guard exam and secure a foothold in the prison within one week.]
[Task Reward: 1000 points]
[Note: Perhaps becoming the Prison Director isn't too bad either. You can try?]
[Beep! Deputy hidden mission triggered]
[There exists a Divine Gifted believer from the Slaanesh Sect within the prison, please kill them within the deadline.]
[Mission Reward: 3000 points, one free attribute point]
To have triggered a hidden mission on his first dungeon run, the deputy's status sure was something special. Le Cheng was pleased in his heart; as for the rewards, he didn't pay much attention to them.
After all, he had no concrete concept of whether those few thousand points were a lot or a little.
He was currently a novice player, not yet privileged to open the Paradise exchange window, which offered things like body enhancement, purchasing items, and a player-specific storage backpack. These would only become available after a player cleared a dungeon for the first time... Such knowledge was directly pumped into his mind when he became a real player.
Seconds later, as the text in his vision gradually faded away, what replaced it was a scene of deep suffering and despair.
He saw a man in a grey prison uniform tied up on a high platform a short distance in front of him. Behind the man stood a burly giant nearly two meters tall, dressed in a dark black uniform with rolled-up sleeves revealing his blue-tinged arms, holding in his hand a whip drenched in kerosene, viciously lashing the prisoner.
In no time, the prisoner was whipped to the point of being bloodied and mangled. He cried, screamed, and begged for mercy. Yet, no matter what he did, he couldn't elicit an ounce of sympathy from the man behind him; on the contrary, it further spurred the latter's sadistic tendencies. The man continued to beat the prisoner while laughing uproariously, the sharp fangs at the corners of his mouth occasionally visible.
Besides Le Cheng, there were over thirty people in the square. Most had pale, unhealthy-looking skin, their origins indiscernible. There were also six typical Caucasians; Le Cheng was the only one with yellow skin.
Le Cheng could feel that only those six Caucasians had the breath of living people; the rest all exuded an aura of death. He guessed those six were players like him—after all, it was normal for the players in the United States region to be Caucasians.
Looking at the whipping on the high platform, both the prison's original residents and the six players were petrified with fear. Some of the more cowardly ones were already shivering, seemingly unable to even stand steadily.
Only Le Cheng casually curled his lips in boredom, for he had noticed that the prisoner was about to die.
If whipping the prisoner was just for entertainment, one should ensure that the victim had more survival time. If it were up to him, he could whip for at least three hours without letting the other die, but the guy across from him only managed a few minutes before the prisoner was near death. What did that indicate? It indicated that the torturer's skills were obviously subpar!
With this thought, Le Cheng's eyes widened.
Identification Eye, activate!
In the next moment, he saw a set of information above the torturer's head.
[Name: Green Ghost]
[Occupation: Prison Guard]
[Traits: Domestic violence, abuse, impotence]
Damn, turns out he's an impotent man!
Le Cheng was left speechless, never expecting to encounter such a "talent" in the Slaanesh believer's territory. It was indeed a sight he hadn't seen in a long time.
As expected, half a minute later, the prisoner was whipped to death, alive.
Green Ghost threw down the whip and walked down the high platform. He quickly approached everyone in the square, sweeping over Le Cheng and the others with a fierce gaze. His features were inherently intimidating and coupled with his recent actions, no one dared to meet his eyes directly—neither the players nor the original inhabitants instinctively stepped back.
Le Cheng alone remained motionless, facing Green Ghost's gaze without a hint of evasion.
"Not bad," Green Ghost nodded at Le Cheng, "You're the best quality among these newcomers."
"But you dare face me directly, you bastard. If you fail the exam, I'll make sure to whip you to death!"
Green Ghost glared at Le Cheng with murderous intent in his eyes.
Le Cheng smiled slightly, his hands clasped behind his back, fingers cracking noiselessly. Suddenly, the blood from his slender, neat fingers drained away, turning them ghostly pale, and his nails grew rapidly, sharpening like blades.
He was thinking about killing.