After Mason finished saying that, he stood aside with a stern hand and stopped talking. I stared at the black hole on the ground, feeling uneasy, and didn't know what I would encounter after entering. I looked at Mason, his eyes closed and his face was expressionless. It was unlikely that I could ask for some inside information from him, so I could only experience it myself.

Take a deep breath, is it a blessing, not a disaster, or a disaster, if you can't even pass the "trial of courage" in the first level, how can you talk about helping your friends and realizing unfulfilled wishes? I walked straight into the bottomless black hole. In the world, I was just a poor little bug, struggling hard in the world, I did not want to transform into a dragon, and roar proudly above the nine heavens. I just wanted to live some colors. When I reach my old age and recall the past, I can say calmly: "I have lived happily!"

I could not see anything, there was endless darkness around me, and I was light and unable to use force, as if I was in a "dead space". I didn't know what to do, so I had to keep moving forward.

While walking, a little light suddenly appeared in front of me, quickly approaching me, and in a blink of an eye, I couldn't help but close my eyes in the strong light, until I slowly adapted and opened it slowly.

Where is this? There is a snow-capped mountain peak around me. I am standing alone on the top of the mountain. The first feeling I feel is cold. The coldness that penetrates deep into my bone marrow is even the blood is about to condense. I can't move, my hands, feet and even my tongue are frozen. I don't feel the pain, but it is an indescribable discomfort that makes me want to roar and vent, but I can't do anything as I have turned into an ice sculpture.

In a blink of an eye, I left the snowy world, but was tied to a thick copper pillar. I was poured with pine oil on my feet like a hill. The raging fire burned rapidly, swallowing my figure. Every inch of my skin was moaning and twitching in the fire. Except for the lack of pain, everything felt so real. My body gradually turned into coke in the smoke and flew ashes. There was no more me in the world.

The next moment, the sky and the earth suddenly changed, and dark clouds were covered with black clouds. I appeared in the slaughterhouse of bloody killing. My flesh and blood flew across my body, broken limbs and broken arms, and something flew past me. It was a human head, two copper bells with big eyes wide open, glaring at me, revealing endless resentment, as if I had killed him. Countless figures rushed towards me, and all kinds of blood-stained weapons passed through my body with roars. I could clearly feel that my body was divided into pieces, and my whole body was split into pieces, and the blood rain scattered in the blood pond and flesh forest.

Next, I was stung by the giant bee that was blown into my nest, and my body was several times thicker, but I couldn't die for the time being. I lay on the ground and wriggled hard. I was also in a snake's nest and could not move, and was entangled by poisonous snakes of varying sizes and thicknesses around my naked body. I even fell into a river and drifted downstream along the water. Not far behind me, I chased dozens of crocodiles with big mouths. Finally, I took one step forward, but suddenly I found that I was on a cliff with endless void in front of me. I couldn't hold back and rolled down, and the feeling of weightlessness in my rapid fall made my heart unable to help but jump out of my chest. Everything was so virtual that you knew that everything should be a virtual existence, but you still couldn't help but feel immersive, which made you creepy and thrilling.

Of course, the most important feeling is missing in this endless nightmare, that is, pain, which is also missing in all games. Whether it is injury or death, you will only feel unspeakable discomfort, but you will not feel pain. It is because of it that I can barely bear it. I always silently recite in my heart that I must not give up, reminding myself that everything in front of me is just a virtual reality. I don’t have much capital to bet on myself. If I even give up my courage, what hope will there be in my future life?

I think the system also has to turn off the stimulation of pain, otherwise there will be few people who continue to play in the game, which will greatly enhance the suggestion of people's psychology, weaken people's awareness of resistance, and cause indelible damage to people's spirit. This is just playing the game, not selecting the best special warriors.

I appeared in the undead hut in a sluggish face, my face turned blue, my body was sweating all over, my hands and feet were trembling, and I collapsed weakly on the chair that suddenly appeared. I felt scared, felt nauseous, dizzy, and opened my mouth to vomit, but I couldn't vomit anything. I just focused on my nervousness and focused all my energy to fight against this inhuman torture. Without careful consideration, I have just recalled the taste. It was too perverted. This is definitely a torture and torture for human beings. I want to complain, I want to accuse this perverted task that ignores the physical and mental health of the players. I must strive for huge compensation for mental losses to make up for the harm caused to my fragile mind.

I wanted to speak but couldn't control my tongue. I could only stare at Old Mason. I don't know what role he played in it, was it the mastermind or an accomplice? Anyway, I would definitely not let him go. This is not a trial of a brave man. It is clearly a six-distance cycle, a terrifying journey to hell. Fortunately, I have loved watching horror movies since I was a child, and I have strong mental resistance. If A Feng, who only likes comedy movies, would have been so scared that he would have closed his eyes and pretended to be faint.

Old Mason looked at me with a look of surprise, "Brother Ah Dai is indeed a genius with a deep blessing. The most difficult test in the 'trial of courage' can be passed so easily. It seems that it is a very profitable."

When I heard that the fortune is deep, I became even more angry. I retching a few times, and then I heard something that was easy to pass, and the benefits were very shallow. I was so angry, I looked like this, and I could also say that the fortune is deep and easy to pass, and I also said that I benefited a lot to pass, and I was not sarcastic. Isn’t this a sarcasm? Are the undead wizards all those with mental problems and like to say the words in the opposite direction?

I was angry with my escape, and I reluctantly raised my trembling hand, pointed at Mason, worked hard for a while, and squeezed out a few words desperately, "You... you, fool me!"

"How could I fool you? What I told is the truth. Lord Death taught us to treat every believer well. They are our brothers and sisters. We must not have any bad intentions. I am the most loyal executor, otherwise we would not be able to take on the heavy responsibility of inheritance."

OK, he is the proud student of the old man. No wonder he is so cunning. He is clearly a bird of a feather, and he is not a good thing.

"This is because you have high expectations for you, so the trial you are conducting is a more complicated one. In fact, as long as you can survive half of it, you will basically pass the test. At that time, I was negligent and forgot to tell you, but you did not disappoint the final hope and actually managed to hold on. In this world, everything is very balanced. If you pay more, you will naturally get richer returns. Now you can't feel it. When you take a rest and perform the promotion ceremony, you will be able to experience your progress."

I really have nothing to say. I was in the same tone as the dead old man. I poured a bowl of coptis chinensis water and fed a mouthful of honey. I was obviously fooled by him, but it seemed that I had gained great benefits. I needed to thank him.

After recovering, I still couldn't swallow this breath, "Your trial method is not afraid of any damage to my spirit. Who will be responsible then?"

Mason showed his seemingly ferocious smile again, "Don't worry, our program has been tested by many psychologists around the world to ensure that it can react before causing harm to a person's mental health and kick you out forcibly. There will definitely be no adverse effects."

I knelt down in front of the statue of the old man, and Mason held a promotion ceremony for me. The old man looked very majestic, wearing black armor, waving a huge god of death sickle in his hand, and was surrounded by black and purple flames, full of a domineering spirit that was moving forward and looking down on the world. It was much more pleasing to the hypocritical modern style he had last time.
Chapter completed!