Sitting in the center of the camp, Qin Feng glanced at the busy Ratman heritage Warriors and Tiger-man Warriors, as well as the Tiger-man villagers who weren’t suited for combat and still maintained their "native" status. A thought suddenly crossed his mind.
He imdiately sent a ssage to Long Zhongyi:
"Long Zhongyi."
"If you’re not busy right now."
"Co help with a Gold-difficulty Lost Secret Realm instance."
Long Zhongyi replied quickly, his tone curious:
"What kind of instance?"
"Never heard of that one."
"But I’m free right now, so just send the invite."
Seeing this, Qin Feng first carefully explained the challenge and reward chanics of the Lost Secret Realm to Long Zhongyi. Then, he asked MC and Mumu, and after confirming they were also free, he took the long-stored Key to the Lost Secret Realm from his inventory.
[You have used the Key to the Lost Secret Realm, opening a Teleportation Gate to an unknown dinsion!]
[Please summon your teammates... "Don’t call MC" and "Invincible Tyrannosaurus Warrior" have answered your summons and co to your aid!]
[Please select your five follower soldiers... You have selected Sielo Knight x5!]
[Challenge Start!]
History repeated itself. As a humming vibration resonated, as if space itself were being violently torn apart, the scene before Qin Feng’s eyes began to twist and distort like a recklessly smudged ink wash painting.
In the blink of an eye, the bustling temporary camp vanished without a trace. In its place stood an enormous, sinister Black Castle. Behind them was a gray fog so thick it couldn’t be penetrated, and an invisible wall blocked their path, cutting off Qin Feng’s retreat.
At this mont, Long Zhongyi and MC stood on either side of Qin Feng.
However, Long Zhongyi’s side was completely empty; there wasn’t even the shadow of a Divine Chosen Soldier.
MC, on the other hand, was accompanied by the sa Heavy Armor Guards from last ti.
But the incredibly valuable sets of Holy Purple Gold Flower Heavy Armor they had been wearing were now all replaced with Purple-quality Radiant Sun Heavy Armor.
Apparently, after so high-intensity battles, the Durability on their Gold-quality, top-tier armor had been completely depleted by their enemies.
After a brief mont of stunned silence, MC was the first to speak, greeting Long Zhongyi enthusiastically, his tone so familiar it was as if they had known each other for a long ti:
"Yo!"
"Good evening!"
"Invincible Tyrannosaurus bro!"
Long Zhongyi’s eyes lit up, and he imdiately shot MC a look full of admiration, his voice laced with excitent:
"Ah!"
"It’s the great MC!"
"I’ve heard Tingfeng ntion you all the ti!"
"As expected, the great MC is super strong, too! Starting out with five Zero-star (Gold) level Heavy Armor Gunn!"
MC let out a hearty laugh and waved his hand humbly:
"Haha."
"They’re just so-so."
"Tingfeng’s way stronger than ."
"I bet right now he’s... Holy shit!? What the hell!? Can’t view their stats!? Is this an Extraordinary Soldier Type!?"
The shift in his tone was sudden. One second he was praising with a smile, the next he was completely stunned.
Clearly, MC was stunned by the Sielo Knights.
In contrast, Long Zhongyi, who had already witnessed the power of these Extraordinary Knights, seed completely unfazed.
A curious look appeared on his face. He turned to MC and, of all tis, chose this exact mont to ask:
"Eh?"
"Didn’t Tingfeng tell you about how he got ten Extraordinary Soldier Types for free?"
MC was dumbfounded:
"Free?"
"Completely free?"
"Ten of them?"
"Extraordinary?"
"Soldier Types?"
"Fuck!"
"That’s insane!"
"Why is that guy’s luck always so good?"
"And then there’s , who spent thirty thousand yuan the day before yesterday and still didn’t pull the limited-edition Mi Ma?"
"AHHHH!"
"Waaaah!"
In an instant, Don’t call MC’s eyes rolled back. He entered a ’Divine Being’ state, his eyes rolling as he began muttering incoherently.
Long Zhongyi: "???"
Qin Feng: "..."
’Jeez!’
’Why did you have to go and provoke him?’
’There’s a reason I didn’t bring it up myself—I was afraid his ’Soul of Africa’ wouldn’t be able to take it!’
’Great, just great!’
’You just went and dropped your ultimate right in his face!’
’Isn’t MC going to be spaced out for the entire Lost Secret Realm now?’
Looking completely lost, Long Zhongyi scratched his head and asked:
"Uh? Tingfeng! What’s going on with the great MC? Don’t tell he’s having so kind of fit?"
Qin Feng sighed helplessly and explained:
"It’s nothing."
"Just ignore him."
"He’ll be fine on his own in a bit."
"But, there’s sothing you need to rember."
"From now on, don’t discuss anything related to ’luck’ with him. Things like card pulls, drawing for Divine Chosen Spoils, or getting Talents... none of it."
"If he asks you about it, just make up so casual excuse to brush him off."
"Basically, don’t let him think your luck is especially good, and don’t let him feel like his luck is especially bad. Otherwise, you’ll get the sa situation we have right now."
Long Zhongyi, who only half-understood, replied hesitantly:
"Oh... So it’s ’Unlucky Player Anxiety Syndro’?"
Qin Feng: "???"
"You know about that?"
Hearing this, Long Zhongyi touched his nose, looking as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
"Of course!"
"Isn’t this sothing every hardcore gacha ga player should know?"
"Having chronically bad luck since you were young leads to a conditioned anxiety reflex. Whenever you witness or recall the actions of an ’Emperor Ouyang,’ it triggers a stress-induced Scream, accompanied by a breakdown in logical thought, and you basically turn into an idiot."
"What’s more, these people forget the experience afterward. The next ti they encounter or recall the actions of an ’Emperor Ouyang,’ the sa anxiety symptoms will appear."
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