In an awkward and slightly tense atmosphere, it was finally the oily-faced middle-aged man who ca over to steady the scene. After a mont of thought, he said to Wang Zhifan:
"Little brother, actually, in principle, the situation you just ntioned isn’t impossible. I’ve heard people talk on the forums about monsters in the dungeon that can modify players’ mories. However, such monsters are usually quite rare. But if what you just said is true, we do have a way to verify it, which is for everyone to go inside the building to explore. As long as all the ghosts inside the building have been cleared as you said, we can naturally believe what you said."
The middle-aged player spoke calmly and thodically, expressing his opinions. His deanor showed he wasn’t fooling Wang Zhifan—indeed he had considered what Wang Zhifan said, unlike the other players who thought Wang Zhifan was just talking nonsense.
"Modify mory... Alright, I understand a bit now."
After the oily-faced middle-aged man finished speaking, Wang Zhifan suddenly felt enlightened. He had almost been driven to hypertension by these people, but their analysis gave him so understanding of what might have happened, helping him stabilize his previously uncontrollable mindset, knowing that confirming so things was the urgent task at hand.
Thus, after the five players argued for a while at the entrance of the Evil Spirit Building, they reached a unanimous decision to enter collectively.
No one ntioned the rumored dangers of the Evil Spirit Building anymore, and no one suggested sending only a portion of players inside with others staying outside ready to assist. It was as if they had all suddenly beco brave and fearless, subconsciously ignoring the building’s terrors, only thinking of uniting everyone to complete the task as quickly as possible.
Soon, in the corridor on the first floor of the building, they encountered the first ghost, specifically a very ordinary evil spirit, which was swiftly dealt with by their joint efforts.
"Little brother, see there are ghosts in this not-to-be-missed corridor, which doesn’t match what you said about clearing this building. So it’s evident you rembered incorrectly. We didn’t encounter the situation you ntioned earlier. But don’t take it to heart; people under ntal strain can experience mory confusion. It’s not a big deal; completing the task is paramount."
Upon entering the building and discovering a ghost within, the oily-faced middle-aged man used this as evidence to refute Wang Zhifan’s earlier claims, making everyone certain that Wang Zhifan had been delirious, looking at him with speechless expressions.
However, Wang Zhifan displayed remarkable composure at this mont, not as emotionally agitated as he was at the entrance. He seed to accept the others’ views on him, without any rebuttal, only continuing on ahead, helping the group clear ghosts inside the building.
Yet, the others were unaware that, at this mont, he was internally more convinced that his mory was intact because the evil spirit that the group had just destroyed was identical to his mory—appearing in the corridor, with the sa external appearance, aura intensity, and behavior pattern. It was exactly like the first evil spirit he had killed in the building, as if the ghost had perfectly resurrected in the hallway!
"Other objects in the building have also reverted to their initial state. All the traces we left here, including the faintest footprints, are gone. This implies the presence of so backtracking chanism..."
At this mont, Wang Zhifan silently observed all the details while heading down to the basent to clear ghosts. He rembered the traces left by him and the athletic girl a few hours ago, like pushing aside the furniture blocking the door, or scratching the walls when attacking ghosts, but now all were gone, with the environnt restored as if they had just arrived here anew.
But Wang Zhifan grew more convinced that this wasn’t his first ti in the place. Otherwise, why would all the ghosts and objects he rembered exactly match what he was seeing now? He couldn’t possibly predict the future, could he?
"This Evil Spirit Building surely houses terrifying enemies; it’s not as simple as it appears on the surface... It can reset everything inside and affect players’ mories... But why wasn’t my mory affected, only a slight headache arose... Is it because my attributes are exceptionally high, or is it because of this?"
As he continued clearing ghosts, Wang Zhifan pondered the peculiar aspects of the Evil Spirit Building, and why there was a remarkable mory disparity between him and the other players.
He deduced that two reasons might account for this: one, his base attributes, especially his spirit attribute, were considerably high at 111 points, far surpassing other players, making external forces more challenging to affect him. The second was the exceptional necklace he wore: Rogue’s Legacy.
Wang Zhifan had worn the Rogue’s Legacy necklace for quite so ti—if counting the dungeon’s ti, probably half a year. It hadn’t left much impression on him, but he knew one thing clearly: the necklace had an effect nad "in", which kept his ntal will independent, making external forces nearly incapable of altering his spirit. Clearly, mory modification inevitably involved ntal will, so maintaining his mory intact undoubtedly benefited from this exceptional equipnt.
While silently pondering and analyzing, Wang Zhifan didn’t neglect to clear the ghosts inside the building.
He understood that this might likely be a futile endeavor, but given the dungeon’s goal was to complete this task, which required clearing all the evil in the building, doing so was necessary—attempting it was worthwhile as its completion might lead to victory.
Moreover, this ti he had four players assisting, reducing his workload, which his otherworldly vigor handled effortlessly.
About an hour and a half later, the five appeared on the building’s top floor, at the final boss’s office door, differing only in the number of players from Wang Zhifan’s first visit.
"Before dealing with this boss, I have so words to share with it."
Considering that the boss seed communicable, Wang Zhifan had already inford the other players in advance. He would lead in defeating the boss, but asked them not to rush, as he needed to communicate with it.
"No problem, little brother. Your strength is the greatest among us; we will do our best to support you."
The oily-faced middle-aged man imdiately agreed on behalf of the other players. Throughout their ascent, they witnessed Wang Zhifan’s extraordinary prowess, having long disregarded the disturbance he caused at the entrance, only wishing to rely on him for a smooth victory.
Following Wang Zhifan’s arrangents, he was the first to push open the boss’s office door and face him.
"Guests! Welco to my building! How do you find its construction? Isn’t it a magnificent masterpiece?"
Just like the first ti, the evil spirit, an old man in a suit, looked at him expectantly upon his entry, saying sothing trivial.
"Yes! Your building is the greatest masterpiece! We love it here!"
Having learned from his first experience, Wang Zhifan chose not to attack imdiately this ti, but instead agreed with the evil spirit, seeing if they could pass smoothly.
However, to his dismay, the flattery seed ineffective in improving the outco, as their battle had to continue.
"Haha! Great! Since you love it here, then stay forever!"
The boss evil spirit laughed loudly upon hearing this and lunged forward, launching an attack.
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