The three adventurers took the painting from Tusi's hands, their faces beaming like a group of children.
As they unwrapped the package, they could see the painting inside, and even their movents to unwrap it were trembling a little.
The paintings produced in Sain Dungeon often have a classical oil painting style, and when you think about the fact that behind these paintings are "living" worlds, an indescribable feeling arises within.
However, this painting at first glance was large expanses of black, occasionally dotted with grey and white, with an abstract vibe that exuded an oppressive feeling, as if foretelling that the story depicted did not align with the ideals of truth, goodness, and beauty.
At first, the adventurers couldn't comprehend what was depicted on it. They kept examining it from various angles until they finally understood when looking from afar.
A face of a Soul-sucking Ghost, hidden underneath a dark hood, dominated the entire canvas.
Only that skull face was a dull grey-white, while everything else, including the tattered hood, was an impenetrable black, making it unrecognizable without viewing it from a distance.
Undoubtedly, this was a Paint World with the the of a Soul-sucking Ghost.
And what Tusi and his companions hadn't realized was that this Paint World was not the sa one previously docunted by the Holy Light Church.
"So we'll be off first, follow this address to reach our camp."
Tusi casually tore off a strip of cloth, wrote the address, and tossed it to the adventurers. Then, supporting himself against the wall, he stood up with so difficulty, evidently almost out of strength to even hold himself up.
Sotis, exhaustion cos after overexertion.
All he wanted now was to go ho and have a good sleep. Reporting the findings could wait until after he woke up, as there wasn't any rush in the current situation.
As for that Paint World, anything that passed through his hands carried his unique mark, so even if those three adventurers didn't co to find them in the end, he could still use Tracking Magic to locate them.
After seeing Tusi and the others off, the adventurers visibly relaxed. Their gazes were fixed on the Paint World, their greedy expressions almost uncontrollable, and the grins on their faces looked happier than those of the Nagging Spirit.
They simultaneously raised their heads to look at each other, their eyes eting in an unstoppable excitent.
"Aweso! We're going to strike it rich!"
"I told you, coming to Sain Dungeon was the right choice, this decision couldn't have been better!"
"It's all thanks to us, we're going to make a huge profit this ti!"
The adventurers raised their hands to cheer and celebrate. Had they not just been running and were a bit depleted, they might have jumped up in joy. Finally, when their excitent waned, they returned their focus to the main issue.
"Who goes in first? I'll go first."
The sturdiest adventurer tore open the protective film and placed his large hand on the painting.
The next mont, the Soul-sucking Ghost in the painting seed to open its gaping maw, and the endless darkness swirled like a vortex, swallowing the adventurer whole!
This Paint World even had additional effects! It must be even more valuable!
At this thought, the adventurer's heart skipped a beat.
When he blinked his eyes open, he was greeted with brightness, reflecting a completely different landscape.
He saw himself standing in the heart of a prosperous city, clad in a majestic suit of armor, appearing as an extraordinary knight, and the surrounding people cast admiring looks upon him.
This city looked sowhat familiar; it was the Little Longde Ruins, only it appeared much newer.
Could this be what the ruins looked like in the past? It certainly seems like a nice city, and I'm a knight in this world?
Before he could daydream any further, a ssage suddenly erged in his mind, making him clearly understand his current identity.
He was a knight of Little Londo, serving the four kings who ruled over Little Londo!
And these four kings were no ordinary individuals; they were wise kings recognized by the legendary Sunlight King Gwyn, their status acknowledged by the gods, and it was even said that they received sothing remarkable from Gwyn.
This seems great! Being a knight is a secure position!
But it felt sowhat unexciting, and what did this have to do with the Soul-sucking Ghost? The adventurer suddenly felt a bit distracted, wanting sothing more thrilling and powerful to see!
Just then, the bright scene suddenly shifted to darkness, with the Little Longde Ruins suddenly ablaze with warfare, blood and cries echoing everywhere, as if the world had been dragged into darkness in an instant.
The adventurer was taken aback, suddenly hearing a ticking sound near his ear. Looking down, he saw that his longsword was dripping blood, with a soldier lying at his feet whose neck had just been slashed by him. The soldier's attire clearly wasn't from Little Londo.
That's when he finally noticed sothing amiss—why had his armor turned black?
No, no, it wasn't just turned black, it was like a complete change of outfit, appearing as if...
"Soul-sucking Ghost!?"
The adventurer exclaid in shock and delight, and the commotion seed to attract sothing outside. Turning his head, he saw two enemy soldiers charging towards him.
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