klisemfg Chapter 117
Chapter 117
【104:37:48】
It seemed the countdown was five days, so she clicked on the prompt about the next copy.
Sunken Ship
Life is like choosing a seat on the Titanic. Sooner or later, you'll die.
"It's obviously Titanic, but the game actually copied the movie?"
Feng Lan complained, but also had a rough guess about the next copy, which was probably about escaping before hitting the iceberg.
Feng Lan is confident that as long as the game's landing time is not after the iceberg collision, she will be able to survive!
If all else fails, she can try using water magic to bring herself oxygen, wind magic to bring herself to the surface, and fire magic to keep herself warm!
After knowing the situation, she relaxed a lot, took a nap as usual, and recharged points in the training room. This time, Feng Lan directly added one free attribute point to intelligence, and finally all three values were a neat ten points. However, after the level was raised to level two, she could continue to add points, and the upper limit of the three dimensions became twenty.
Feng Lan has no use for the remaining bit for the time being.
After two years of hard work, even with Huahua in the dungeon, he still didn't feel truly safe. Feng Lan lay back on his brand new four-meter soft bed and went to sleep.
Chapter 67 [Sinking Ship] 1
[Do you want to enter the dungeon [Sunk Ship]]
【whether】
【Ding--】
Dear players, welcome to your fourth dungeon: The Sunken Ship.
Life is like choosing a seat on the Titanic. Sooner or later, you'll die.
Difficulty: E
[Current number of survivors: 150/150]
[Main Mission - Survival: Survive to Rescue]
[Players' skills exceeding the world limit have been weakened]
[Skills: Copy, Water Magic (weakened), Fire Rainbow (weakened), Fire Magic (weakened), Wood Ability (weakened), Wind Ability (weakened)]
【Tips: Please pay attention to your role playing】
"Damn! My space is blocked!"
"My fire magic! Why is it only this big?"
"My skills!"
"Tsk, this body is too weak!"
"Wow, it's a transition dungeon. Finally, I don't have to worry about dying in the dungeon."
"How many copies do you have? I have seven."
"I have twelve."
"Together?"
"no problem."
As soon as Feng Lan came in, she heard the system message. When she opened the panel, she found that all skills except copy had been weakened. She felt it.
Water magic can basically only condense a small ball, about 200ml. The flame of fire magic is much larger than a lighter, and the temperature is only 200 degrees at most. The other ones are similar.
Looking at the space purchased by the system, half of it was blocked.
When Feng Lan regained consciousness, she found herself leaning on the railing of the deck, holding a glass of red wine in her hand. A cold, salty sea breeze blew towards her, and she touched her body inconspicuously.
She was wearing a black velvet dress with a tight waistband that made her almost gasp for air! There was something heavy on her head, and Feng Lan didn't dare to lower her head for fear of it falling.
She wore intricate ornaments on her hands, neck, and ears.
The next second, a bunch of memories were transmitted in my mind.
She is a female capitalist on the verge of bankruptcy who is lucky enough to win a ticket on the Titanic. She immediately decides to use this opportunity to board the ship to defraud some investments. The outfit she is wearing is the last valuable thing she has, even though this outfit is very low-class and ridiculous in the eyes of the real upper class.
What Feng Lan noticed more was another point: two days had passed since the Titanic left the shore.
It can be said that even if Feng Lan jumped off the boat now, he was destined to wander on the sea and would not be able to find the shore in the vast ocean.
On the deck, after the initial shouting, the other players all fell silent. Only the two confident and calm people who were said to be veteran players caught the attention of others. Some players even took the initiative to step forward and wanted to join them, but were rejected. The two veteran players quickly disappeared from sight.
Feng Lan shook the red wine glass in her hand and drank it in one gulp. She had no intention of recognizing those players. As for the two players who seemed to have gone through multiple copies, Feng Lan just took note of them, then turned around and walked into the cabin with a swaying step.