This quest is marked for levels three to six.

And Zhao Yi is currently at level three.

The quest is in dungeon mode, which means once a player decides to take on this quest, they must complete it!

Either complete the quest... or die!

This isn't like the previous Butcher game, where players could run back to the guild headquarters and act like a coward while helping the Butcher deliver takeout.

There, players were absolutely safe.

Even if the Butcher really wanted to kill the players, it was impossible!

But this quest is different.

Any quest that appears in dungeon form will inevitably transport the player into an independent space-time!

Players have no way to escape!

Liu Ruoqing had already warned Zhao Yi that the world quests in the Chaotic Realm are far more dangerous than dungeons. Moreover, since players only have one life in the world quest, unless they have special items like a substitute doll, death means real death, with no chance of revival.

He wasn't in a hurry.

Zhao Yi closed the computer, leaned back in his chair, and gently rubbed his hands.

His hands, which had lost fingers, itched intensely.

Tearing off the bandage with his teeth, he saw his severed fingers regenerating at a speed visible to the naked eye!

First the bones, then the nerves, capillaries, and finally the muscles.

In about three to five minutes, his hand was as good as new!

It was miraculous, but in this bizarre world, it didn't seem so hard to accept.

Bang!

A heavy knocking sound came from outside the door.

To be precise, it sounded more like a kick.

Zhao Yi went to the door, opened it, and found a group of menacing-looking people standing outside!

They looked fierce, with cold and mocking eyes fixed on Zhao Yi.

"Who are you looking for?"

Zhao Yi asked knowingly.

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"For you."

The tattooed man leading the group, smoking a cigarette, had his nostrils flared arrogantly. If the situation weren't so inappropriate, Zhao Yi would have liked to ask him what brand of shampoo he used to make his nose hair so shiny and robust!

"Although I know saying this might make me seem childish, not styling your lush and flowing nose hair into an interesting hairstyle is really a disservice to your nostrils, which are bigger than dermatitis."

As soon as Zhao Yi spoke, the tattooed man's blood rushed to his head!

What a sharp tongue!

He clenched his fists, wanting to enter Zhao Yi's room, but it was clearly futile.

Not even Uncle Quan, the guild leader, could get in if he wanted to!

"You've caused a big mess and don't even realize it, yet you dare insult me here?"

"I think you're tired of living!"

The man pressed against the air wall at the door, eyes blazing with anger!

Seeing the man look like he wanted to tear him apart, a light bulb went off in Zhao Yi's head. He immediately grabbed a large durian from his coffee table and placed it on the floor by the door.

"This thing was a gift from Sister Liu. I wanted to eat it, but couldn't find the tools. Since you're all just standing around, why not help me open the durian?"

The people outside paused in their breathing, looking at Zhao Yi as if he were an idiot, wondering what was wrong with him.

Anyone with eyes should know they were here to cause trouble.

And this guy actually wanted them to help him open a durian?

"You don't seem to understand your current situation... but I can be merciful enough to tell you..."

The tattooed man pressed against the air wall tried to make his expression as fierce as possible to intimidate Zhao Yi.

"No need."

Zhao Yi decisively interrupted him, took a step back, and revoked the permission.

The air wall disappeared, and the tattooed man, caught off guard, stumbled forward onto the floor!

"Shit!"

He yelped, eyes wide as he watched his forehead slam into the spiky durian!

Splat!

The durian split open.

With a bit of blood.

Zhao Yi squatted on the floor, looking at the durian smashed into pieces, and patted the tattooed man's head like he was petting a dog, praising:

"Your forehead is impressive!"

"Have you practiced Iron Head Kung Fu?"

The tattooed man, lying on the floor, had never been humiliated like this by a rookie. He trembled all over, his anger clouding his mind!

"I practice your mom!"

He roared like a mad beast, slapped the ground, and jumped up, ready to punch Zhao Yi to vent his anger. However, in the next moment, he was thrown out of the room by a terrifying force!

Like throwing out the trash.

It turned out Zhao Yi had closed the room's shared permissions!

"Thanks for opening the durian for me."

Zhao Yi took a bite of the durian fruit and smiled at the tattooed man outside, whose eyes were ablaze.

The tattooed man hammered the air wall at Zhao Yi's door, sneering:

"If you have the guts, stay inside forever..."

Bang!

Before he could finish his threat, Zhao Yi had already closed the door, leaving him with a large 404 room number.

The smile on the tattooed man's face froze as he looked at the room number, feeling like his lungs were about to explode!

This rookie... this rookie named Zhao Yi...

Damn it!

Damn it!

Damn it!

How dare he?

How dare he be so disrespectful to him?!

As his face turned dark and stormy, inappropriate laughter came from the side.

"Pfft!"

The tattooed man turned his head slowly at the sound, facing a skinny underling with his durian-covered face.

"What are you laughing at?"

He asked coldly.

The underling immediately wiped the smile off his face, shivering all over.

"I... just thought of something happy!"

The tattooed man approached step by step, his presence so oppressive that the thin underling couldn't breathe.

"What happy thing?"

"Speak!"

The underling wore a mournful expression.

"Before we came in..."

"My wife... died in childbirth!"

"Old Wang next door cried harder than I did!"

"Do you think he's stupid?"

Everyone turned to him with a look of brotherly solidarity.

The tattooed man no longer blamed him, choosing to forgive, and walked downstairs with a belly full of anger.

"Keep an eye on this brat 24/7 for me, I don't believe he won't come out!"

"This guy is someone the boss wants, don't be sloppy or careless!"

"Yes!"

A group of underlings bowed, holding their weapons and keeping a close watch on Zhao Yi's door.

...

That evening, as usual, Zhao Yi was caught while going out for a walk after dinner and taken to room 511 of the guild headquarters.

A middle-aged man, who looked gentle and refined, sat in the room, slowly brewing tea.

He exuded a strong aura of authority.

"Was Weishan with you during the Butcher game?"

The middle-aged man asked slowly.

Zhao Yi replied:

"Yes."

The middle-aged man put down the purple clay teapot, glanced at Zhao Yi, and said calmly:

"How did he die?"

Zhao Yi:

"I killed him."

"Why did you kill him?"

Faced with the middle-aged man's question, Zhao Yi fell into thought.

After a long time, he looked up with a chilling smile.

"If you ask me who killed Xiang Weishan, I'll honestly tell you it was me."

"But if you ask me why I killed him, I really can't answer right away."

"Maybe because... it was fun?"

As he said this, the people around him instinctively took a small step back.

Even though they were all players above level ten, they shouldn't have reacted this way to a rookie like Zhao Yi.

But at that moment... they inexplicably felt a chill down their spines!