Inside the Red Divine Hall, the surroundings were unusually quiet.
With Lao Gao’s previous experience as a warning, no one dared to say a word more. Everyone held their breath, focusing intently on the changes happening on the altar.
The situation was not optimistic, as the pollution value of the dungeon was rapidly rebounding and had reached the limit of losing control.
The displayed pollution value was merely the limit of the dungeon monitoring system, not the limit of the Moonlight Asylum.
Now, what Lao Gao and Lei Huo and the others were praying for was no longer that the novice players inside the dungeon could complete it, but rather that the dungeon would not directly lose control and invade the real world while still active.
Once it reaches that point, this situation might be named the "Moonlight Asylum-type Dungeon Loss of Control."
At that point, no one knew what would happen.
As the person in charge of Wanghai City, Lao Gao felt like his blood pressure was already out of control, with his heart rate rushing towards 200.
He turned his head to the side, not daring to look at the screen monitoring the dungeon status, taking deep breaths in an attempt to calm himself down.
As a veteran player and the head of a city, Lao Gao was rigorously trained never to panic regardless of how critical the situation was.
Unless he couldn’t hold it in.
He swallowed a pill to forcibly calm down, closed his eyes, and within half a minute, adjusted his status, bringing his heart rate back under 100.
When he turned back to look at the dungeon monitoring screen again, he was stunned.
The information on the screen had disappeared.
It seemed that in the half-minute he turned his head, he had missed a century.
Looking around, everyone’s expressions were just like his own, bewildered.
"What just happened?" he couldn’t help but ask.
Lei Huo shook his head blankly, pointing at the screen, "I don’t know, the data just suddenly cleared. Mr. Cold Mountain, do you have any idea?"
Cold Mountain was about to speak but stopped himself, confirming several times before uncertainly saying, "He must have completed it."
"What?"
Lao Gao found it hard to believe, was the theme of the Moonlight Asylum dungeon stock trading?
One moment on the verge of completion, falling to full loss of control, then without buffering, completing it from full loss of control.
He briefly communicated with the outside world and confirmed that Wanghai City had no energy anomaly phenomena before daring to believe that the dungeon hadn’t lost control.
Looking at the teleportation portal on the altar, which had lost its glow, he wondered, "So what is the status of the dungeon now?"
Cold Mountain: "Obviously, he’s broken through."
Everyone present had that suspicion, but hearing Cold Mountain voice it, they couldn’t help but breathe sharply, and the temperature inside the hall suddenly dropped a few degrees.
A breakthrough in the dungeon implied at least a 70% completion rate and obtaining an A- rank evaluation.
A rookie who hadn’t completed the trial task achieved a breakthrough in the A-level difficulty Moonlight Asylum on his first dungeon.
Their mood was something that couldn’t be described with just one swear word, but needed a string of them.
Lao Gao suddenly realized something, "Wait, how long did it take him to complete it?"
Lei Huo looked at the records, "Two hours and thirty-five minutes."
Lao Gao: "Do you remember the previous fastest breakthrough for a B-level dungeon?"
Cold Mountain slowly said, "The fastest B-level breakthrough record is four hours and fifty-two minutes, and the fastest A-level breakthrough is ten hours and three minutes."
"So our newcomer player, no, our newcomer big shot, not only set the lowest level breakthrough record but also broke the fastest breakthrough record."
Everyone fell silent, and it didn’t take a genius to realize this newcomer who broke through the Moonlight Asylum was definitely no ordinary person, most likely a monster carefully nurtured by some organization or individual.
He definitely possessed great power even before entering the Abyssal Game and might have carried powerful equipment into the dungeon.
Lei Huo scratched his head and said, "The fact that the trial dungeon is located here shows that his real-world location is most likely within our territory. If we can recruit this monster, wouldn’t this World Dungeon be in the bag?"
Cold Mountain’s expression showed a bit of emotion, "You’re right, we must inform the top, urging them to hurry in finding the person. No matter the offer, we must ensure he joins!"
If he were part of an organization’s nurturing, he wouldn’t enter the trial dungeon at such a critical time, and there wouldn’t be no rumors at all.
It must be some private small organization who found a treasure. Such luck requires ancestors’ tombs to be built on a volcano, nowhere else would emit such smoke.
But unlike the reactions of the other two, Lao Gao instead sent out messages to lift the alarm, murmuring, "The world might not be peaceful anymore."
After today, not only them, but other countries and big organizations would also go crazy trying to find the breaker of the Moonlight Asylum.
As long as they could obtain this monster, not only the upcoming World Dungeon in the Desolate Realm, but the rulership of the entire Desolate Realm over the next few years could also be pocketed.
In a broader sense, as long as the breaker doesn’t die young, even the entire Abyssal Game dynamics might change because of him.
That would make all forces go mad, vandalizing any agreements, willing to send people to Xia Country to snatch the person.
For Lao Gao’s concerns, Cold Mountain didn’t care, coldly saying, "Whichever hand dares to cross the line, just chop it off."
Watching Cold Mountain leave hastily, Lao Gao also prepared to exit and actually check Wanghai City’s situation.
He had just stood up when Lei Huo nudged him with his elbow.
"Something up?"
Lei Huo cleared his throat and said in a low voice, "Do you remember the bet you made earlier?"
Lao Gao’s heart sank a little, and he began to sweat on his forehead.
He forced a smile, "What bet? The situation was too tense just now, I forgot."
Lei Huo took out his phone, playing a video clip.
"I hope for Wanghai City’s well-being, but if a newcomer can complete the Moonlight Asylum, I’ll run naked around White Water Bay myself!"
Lao Gao’s face changed, "Name your price, what will it take to delete the video."
Lei Huo shrugged, "It’s not my recording. Someone anonymously shared it in the organization’s big group, and messages anticipating your live streak are already in triple digits."
Lao Gao: ...
Inside the Moonlight Asylum dungeon, Wu Chang had no idea that his performance tonight had already drawn the world’s attention.
Just then, he woke up from a dream, observing his surroundings.
On the ground, the flames on Randy’s body had extinguished, the physical body still there, indicating that Leman’s soul within him had vanished.
This time it was truly completed.
Having escaped from the dream woven by Leman, back to reality, he realized his perception of the world was much clearer. Many details he hadn’t noticed before now sharply stood out in front of him.
Player Nickname: Doesn’t Eat Beef.
Player Level: 1 (0/100)
Life: 9
Power: 9
Agility: 9
Endurance: 8
Energy: 0
Inspiration: 94 (84+10)
Will: 60 (62-2)
Skills: Mamba Iron Elbow, Firearms Use (Proficient).
Items: Silver Dawn, Favor of the Goddess of Fortune, Whisperer’s Echo ×1, King’s Badge, Secret Magic Badge, Eye of the Evil God.
Talent: Exorcism.
The experience of seeing Leman’s true form in the dream almost shattered his mind with despair and fear, wasn’t without benefits.
Seeing and understanding Leman’s existence actually increased both his Inspiration and Will by 30 points!
Counting like this, the consumed Whisperer’s Echo was extremely worth it.
If every time results in such a significant boost, next time encountering another Evil God, he must figure out a way to see its real face.
A wisp of soaring red mist drifted across his vision, drawing his attention back.
The dissipating red mist came from the bloody resentment on the Demon-Breaking Crossbow Arrow.
He excitedly rubbed his hands, curious about what good things Old Anderson’s resentment spanning hundreds of years could bring him.