The copy boss is FIVE

"Woo... woo..."

Ayako swallowed the magic spirit ball that melted in her mouth with difficulty, the feeling of being violated by a slime and the smell of a rag that wiped swill and vomit still remained in her throat.

This taste is really...

Ayako's unbearable legs went limp and she knelt on the ground, holding her neck with one hand and holding her neck with the other, she was so uncomfortable that she burst into tears: "Ugh—"

From the perspective blurred with tears, the dirty ground of the alley gradually turned into something soft and disgusting like black plasticine. Stretched slime-like tentacles protruded from the black mud, gradually climbing along the arms and legs. on her whole body.

[Am I hallucinating from nausea? Can the feeling in my throat be released to this extent...

] Ayako had the illusion of falling in a trance in the black mud, like the occasional feeling of falling out of control on the edge of half asleep and half awake, [System, can this thing be analyzed?I really don't want to eat the original flavor! ]

[Yes, the analysis has been completed. 】

Just as Ayako breathed a sigh of relief, the system continued:

[Reporting to the host, the system has received a warning email from this world: Dear Your Excellency Ayako, since you have disrupted the balance of this world, the administrator will talk to you in person later. 】

what?

When Ayako was completely engulfed by the darkness, she finally realized that she was not hallucinating!

Are these black mud... real? !

[System, what is this? ]

[According to the analysis, it is a channel constructed by the evil of the world, and the estimated destination is the origin of the world of this dungeon, and the mental disorder of the host is also caused by the erosion of the black mud... Congratulations on awakening your "spiritual resistance". 】

The evil of the world?Mental resistance?What is it...

The body and the five senses were silently dissolved in the endless fall, and the shimmering soul fragments instantly passed through the boundary of the source, from falling to floating, and finally spit out.

Ayako can "perceive" the boundless sea of ​​black mud around her, and as a fragment of her soul, she is hovering lightly on the sea.

The sea of ​​black mud surged up somewhere that seemed to exist, clung to that thing, and quickly condensed into the hot figure of a long-haired woman with uneven bumps.

After having a body, the existence was still not satisfied, as if a conscientious clay craftsman continued to use black mud to knead the appearance of a one-piece swimsuit for himself.

Ayako thought that he would continue to add color to her human figure, but unexpectedly, the other party maintained this pure black appearance and bowed gracefully.

"It's the first time we meet, I'm the administrator of this world." The other party's consciousness directly connected to hers, with a gentle Yujie voice, "You may meet other administrators, to distinguish them, please call them A curse."

The memory is fragmented, and time moves forward again.

In a trance, Ayako saw the black tentacles fading from her fair wrist, endless exhaustion flooded her body, and dizziness gradually engulfed her like a tidal wave.

In the gradually falling sight, in the shadow of this alley, she seemed to see the newborn curse spirit after the spell power cocoon dispersed.

Very familiar blue hair, and special sutures on the cheeks.

why? !

[Urgent notice: Because the host's spirit can't bear...the memory seal...the dungeon is forced to be sent out. 】

Before the pair of gray and blue eyes looked over, the traces of the magic power belonging to Ayako had disappeared, and there was only a cube magic object with a talisman on it.

"That's weird, was there someone there just now?" Daoist poked his forehead blankly, "Did I forget something... huh? This seems to be summer oil? Why did it fall here?"

Ayako sleeps restlessly in the grotesque dreams.

In the dream, the information collected by Six Eyes piled up into colorful rubbish mountains, and mathematical formulas flew in the air with wings like spider legs.

The sun in the sky is blue with six eyes. Stepping on the soft ground is like stepping on a chocolate meringue cake. With every step, the ground can be cracked to reveal black, slime-like mud .

The sky is an orange oil painting with black lines, dotted with stars drawn by children in strange colors.The spider's silk thread hangs like a curtain, and there are countless projection videos of animated comic books hanging below.

On the screen closest to her, the people who were killed by special magic spirits at Shibuya Station were playing.

Yet she could not feel any angry sympathy for the pictures.

[Scripts are just stories. ]

[A story that has not been shown to prove its existence is meaningless. ]

[Stories that have nothing to do with her, even if they appear in front of you, are meaningless. ]

In fact, after realizing that some kind of existence started to interfere with her dungeon experience, Ayako felt powerless and wanted to give up and enter the dungeon again.

She doesn't seem to be held accountable for ruining the script, because the other party simply doesn't let the script get out of hand.

Actually revived the real person...

Isn't that a cheating that clearly shows that the ending is doomed?

"System." The white-haired girl in a long white dress called out, "Is this my dream? Why not in the system space?"

"The soul fragments you brought back this time contain too much information, and it will take about a week to fuse in the main body."

The sound of the system came from the trumpet flower with fangs at her feet. When Ayako looked down at the flower, she saw that there was a substance like a transparent slime dyed with seven colors in the empty cavity on her chest. roll.

Then the sofa on the side of the road also opened its mouth: "I can temporarily take over your body and stabilize your twins, but there is a high probability of revealing your secrets."

Before she was worried about the development of "the system can replace herself", she was caught off guard by Ayako who heard the system blew herself up: Ayako sat on the sofa, and she really felt tired: "Are you going to reveal your secrets?"

A butterfly flew in front of Ayako: "Yes, the bond between twins is very special and cannot be simulated by the system."

"I remember you can control electronic products? Use my mobile phone to send a text message to Brother Wu to explain."

"The message has been sent." Butterfly flew around anxiously, "Do you not mind the memory?"

"Probably already guessed some, can the memory be unsealed?"

[Considering the host's physical and mental health and mental endurance...]

"Then there is nothing to say. Is there anything else I can do besides leveling up?" Ayako closed her eyes, "Shut up, I need to recover quickly, or Brother Wu..."

The butterfly flew around the girl a few times and finally settled on the back of the sofa near her shoulder.

Wings folded, and the whole world also pulled down the curtain of darkness.

[I wish you a good dream, Master Host. 】

The silver-haired girl was lying on the bed, breathing steadily, her cheeks flushed.

The private doctor of Wutiao's family didn't dare to speak out, and only cautiously put in the intravenous drip for the girl to reduce fever and supplement nutrition.

The orange cat was curled up next to the quilt, flicking its tail as the young man stared at him to show that he was still alive——

In short, after receiving a text message from Ayako that "Chuya cat's health means I'm fine" and then fell into a coma, Wu boy seemed to be mentally allergic, and he had to confirm the cat at any time Still alive.

Chuya, who was stared at too much and almost lost his hair and bald: ...

【Wake up, Qiuqiu! 】

Before everyone collapsed under the death gaze of the six-eyed boy, the sleeping girl quietly woke up one night.

The boy and the orange cat who were laying the floor beside the bed were both sound asleep.

She didn't want to wake them up, so she closed her eyes and entered the system space.

In the endless pure white world, Ayako sat on the ground leaning against a certain memory box and poked open the system panel. Her cross-legged appearance was not at all as elegant as Miss Gojo's.

Killing Brainbloom brought her to level 30, and killing the real person took her two more levels to level 32.

"System, if I remember correctly, is the real person alive again?" Ayako asked with a weary look, "Is this considered experience?"

【certainly. 】

"What if I repeatedly kill real people?"

[It is speculated that due to the needs of the world script, real people will continue to be reborn. 】

"Will that administrator talk to me again?" Ayako poked open the newly-appeared memory storage panel, looked at the locked [Dungeon 01? Curse Related [-]] icon, with a gloomy expression.

[Presumably not.The reincarnation of death and rebirth will make the super magic spirit become stronger and stronger, maybe that's what the administrator, curse, needs. 】

The system automatically pops up the taskbar.

[The customs clearance tasks of copy [-] and copy [-] have been confirmed, please confirm the details with the host. 】

Clearance……

I used to be free to brush dungeons, but now I have mission requirements?

Ayako's heart shuddered, and she couldn't help but relate this change to the memory she had lost before.

She thought about telling Brother Wu about the system and the dungeon... If these are related to the self-proclaimed administrator who is actually more like a god, is it really okay to tell him?

If I want to confront that kind of existence in the end... Brother Wu who can't enter the dungeon will only fall into useless irritability after knowing these incomplete and scary-sounding information?

In short, she had to figure out what was going on first.

There may be truth in the sealed memory, but now she has not reached the level that can unlock the memory.

Getting stronger can indeed solve many problems, but it is impossible for her to be strong enough to compete with that kind of existence right now.

The only remaining clue is the new dungeon quest.

[Dungeon [-] customs clearance task: balance.Mission description: The power gap between the magic spirit and the magician is getting bigger and bigger, and the imbalance of world power has gradually become serious after the appearance of Gojo Satoru.

Join the side of the curse spirit, kill Gojo Satoru, or use other methods to prevent the collapse of the world... "Balance" is the only key word to pass the level. 】

[Three missions to clear the dungeon: 1. Kill Mumai Tsuji and his entire ghost faction; 2. Become the queen of vampires and establish a new order of blood clans. 】

Ayako was still trying to kill the administrator curse because of the suggestion of "kill Gojo Satoru" in the mission of dungeon [-], but she was startled by the mission of dungeon [-].

Vampire Queen?

she? !

"System, is that why you prepared the vampire vest for me!"

Ayako was super shocked!Establishing blood clan order or something, the tasks of the two worlds are too different, right?

"Yes, this vest is a physical vest. It is not a throwaway type. It is about the same as an ultra-rare ur-level vest card." The system is clearly aware of the confusion of its own host at this time, "Do you want to go to the dungeon to relax?" ? The wild monsters in Dungeon [-] are all ogres that Onimai Tsuji used blood to turn into ogres, which are very suitable for practicing swordsmanship."

Ayako: She really wanted to transfer the frustration of being hit by dimensionality reduction in the first copy.

It is more advantageous to understand the script before entering the new copy, but now she just wants to cut something with a knife to wake up her depressed mood——

There is always a solution.

Even if there is a world manager secretly cheating... She absolutely cannot accept the absurd request to kill Gojo Satoru and the cruelty behind it!

"Open the copy."

[Yes, Dungeon 31 "Spider Mountain" has been opened, and it is recommended that the host bring a sun wheel knife to go there. 】

Sun wheel knife?

Ayako remembered that there was indeed such an r card in her weapon card.

The black hilt and scabbard, the black and white blade—the moment Ayako pulled it out to watch, bright red ice-cracked patterns gradually emerged on the blade.

"This is?"

[You awakened this knife and bound it to the vampire vest, upgraded it to SR level, and its durability increased. 】

Ayako was stimulated by the sudden sharpness of the blade, and her whole body trembled, the gloomy eyes seemed to be stained with the coldness of the blade, and became alive and bright in an instant!

She is eager to fight.

It is pure, without thinking about the script of the interests behind it, just heartily, killing monsters that can be killed, and turning all the experiences that can be devoured into nutrients for one's own growth.

The purpose of the world administrator, the purpose of the system, the future of the dungeon world...

Why does she have to think about those unsolvable things.

The white-haired girl in a white dress walked towards the flower gate of copy three with a knife, her white hair turned black, and her nightdress changed into a reddish-brown European-style combat dress.

Stepping on black boots, with a cold and impatient face, she stepped into a brand new hunting ground.

The bright moon hangs high, and the shadows of the trees dance.

Fresh and rotten blood is carried in the breeze.

It was an appetizing smell, but it awakened the bloodiness of vampire vest hunting.

It's a night that ogres and vampires alike will love.

His back was itchy, and the blood-clogged long black-red wings stretched behind his back.

Like an instinct engraved in her body, she flew up smoothly.

It feels good to overlook the mountain forest with the wind blowing from a high place. With the assistance of the system and the influence of her own perception ability, she soon discovered that some battles were going on in this forest hunting ground.

And the Spider Mountain is worthy of being a spider's lair - the spider silk balls that obviously wrap the prey can be seen everywhere, and there are even some half-dead alien humans being hung in the sky by the hunters showing off and howling.

The battle dolls are manipulated by spider silk and are fighting cruelly with each other... Are they human beings?

Ah, as expected of an ogre that can be killed at will.

As for her not being human now, so what?

She doesn't intend to have anything to do with any human beings here, as long as she gets rid of Ghost Mai Tsuji and these ghosts that belong to him.

Fortunately, the existence marked as the boss has not started fighting yet.

With a flap of her wings, Ayako rushed towards the position close to the top of the mountain, making no secret of her anticipation for the battle.

The other party seemed to have clearly sensed the killing intent, but he was currently busy arguing with a boy carrying a box.

Ayako speeded up by diving from top to bottom, and without hesitation swung a crescent-like slash at the prey she locked!

The spider silk snapped, and the ghost boy in white clothes and white hair with strange circular patterns on his face and eyes changed his expression slightly, ejecting the spider silk behind him and retreating quickly with the pulling force.

When the box-carrying boy was horrified by this new enemy that suddenly rushed down from the sky and had wings on his back that were obviously not human, he heard the unbelievable questioning of the team that used the spider silk:

"That's... the Sun Wheel Knife?!"

Ayako put away her wings, which were inconvenient to move in this forest with many obstacles, her long black hair slipped down, and quickly covered the wonderful naked back that appeared in front of the box-backed boy like a flash in the pan.

His gaze was immediately attracted by the red ice-cracked sword in the monster girl's hand.

Sun wheel knife?

why? !

Is there such a senior in the Ghost Killing Squad? !

However, the monster girl in a beautiful dress obviously didn't intend to answer anyone's questions.

She shook the hand holding the knife, and suddenly, like a red and black lightning, she swung the knife and rushed towards the overwhelming white silk thread.

Only tired can see.

The opponent did not regard him as an enemy.

Nor has the haughtiness of the hunter who gazes upon his game or livestock for slaughter.

In her eyes, he is nothing.

It's like the god of death came to harvest the soul, of course.