I Am Stuck In A Beta Test For 1000 Years

Chapter 110. Do You Know Who I Am?

"Hello," he said.

"Do you have a name?" Char shouted.

It tilted its head.

"The code name is not important."

"So you don't have a name? Do you know who I am?"

"Your codename is not important, intruder. Because you will be eliminated very soon."

"Ah, that's great."

Char heaved a sigh of relief, and with a stomp of his feet, he charged forward.

With the complete recovery of Hilda #72, the upper limit of the meditation space's power had been greatly increased. Char had also recovered her power from a year before the 72 rounds, which was all the levels, equipment, and items he had when he parted with Hilda.

Hilda #72 thought he was like that, so he was like that.

Level 88 Elven Swordsman, level 85 Shadow Dance, level 80 Arcanist, level 74 Monk, and level 71 Bard...

Char raised his sword, and the dark green blade trembled slightly, stirring up faint ripples in the air. Three blessings spread all over his body, and his speed doubled for no reason.

"It's no use, a futile struggle."

The Head Warden only raised his hand from afar, and Char suddenly fell into a quagmire, her speed decreasing rapidly. With a slight movement of its finger, Char's small space was moved a hundred meters away.

At this moment, the black flames on Char's body suddenly expanded, instantly devouring the space it controlled.

After breaking free from the restraints, Char stepped lightly on the ground and shot forward. At the same time, he transformed into 12 figures and charged forward, each leaving behind a series of afterimages.

For a moment, hundreds of figures wielding the swords appeared on the vast land!

Shadow Dance's [Thousand Phantom Strikes] and Arcanist's [Mirror Image].

Over a hundred figures enshrouded in black flames intertwined as they charged at the head Warden in a semi-circle.

The latter raised his hands, and the space in front of him was divided into countless neat cubes with dark cracks all over them.

"Quarantine, clear."

The black flames on the illusionary figure were not real, so it could not protect itself at all. It was instantly cut into pieces. Among the shadows that had turned into dust, there was only one eye-catching figure left. It was Char's original body.

The Head Warden did not waste any time and sealed the space around Char again.

"It's no use," IT said calmly.

That was indeed the case. Equipment, class, and level were all useless, and could only provide Char with enough attributes to make him move faster.

No matter how strong he was, he couldn't be stronger than a dog's authority.

In comparison, the truly useful ones were the props.

For example, the reason why Char was able to move behind it without a sound was because she had used the one-time item [Lover's Mark], which had the effect of teleporting behind a member of the opposite sex.

Although he did not know the Head Warden's gender, he was not a man, so even if he was abnormal to Char, it still worked.

Although the other party had the authority, they could not control Char's actions, and thus could not restrict his authority as a 'player' to use items in the limited space.

Authority was also given by others, and in front of a higher level of rules, it was just a little brother.

The rules were fair.

It could only react accordingly. Every time Char took out an item with a ridiculous effect, it would confiscate or disable it.

The black flames on Char's body were getting lesser and lesser, and it seemed like it was an arrow at the end of its flight.

"It's a pointless struggle."

The space was constantly compressed, and the black flames burned fiercely. It was as if they were trying their best to resist, but they still couldn't avoid being extinguished with a puff.

However, the scene that it had imagined did not happen. Char, who was imprisoned, also disappeared in an instant!

It was no different from the previous illusions.

The warden was stunned for a brief moment before he quickly realized the problem.

A faint eye of truth appeared in the sky, replacing the sun!

In that instant, Char appeared behind it, the black flames on his body only a few centimeters away from it.

However, these few centimeters were like a natural chasm.

"You're very intelligent. But that's all there is to it."

It raised its hand and snapped its fingers.

In an instant, all the elements, arcane spells, and curses around Char were annihilated.

[Complete Silence]

It was already a nightmare for spellcasters, but now, with the power of his authority, it had another kind of terrifying power. The world was made up of elements, and as the elements were destroyed, the area around the two of them was instantly reduced to a vacuum.

Although the black flames protected Char's body and allowed him to move, his body was spreading out uncontrollably. The pulling force was getting stronger, and the black flames were being consumed at an alarming rate.

The head Warden looked at Char calmly, as if he was waiting for his death.

However, the panic that it was expecting did not happen on Char's face. Instead, he grinned and raised his middle finger.

"What the f*ck are you looking at?"

A scroll turned into a stream of light in his hand.

[Power of Creation (Magic Scroll)]

[Crickto's useless invention]

[Test subject]

[Effect: Allows the user to gain control of all matter within a 100-meter radius, with the user as the center. Lasts for 5 seconds.]

[Condition: there is no material around the user.]

This was the first time in a long time that this extremely awesome scroll was put to use. This was because there was no place in "Fantasy World" that met its conditions. Even the master artisan himself could not create a space where matter was annihilated.

At the beginning of the big bang, there were both matter and energy. Without these two, how could it be called a world?

Therefore, this thing was worthy of its name.

Its principle was also extremely simple because there was no substance, the user could really create matter and enjoy the pleasure of the God of creation for five seconds because he created it, he could control it.

It was hard for him to imagine how useful it would be.

However, the Head Warden had indeed offered that condition.

The moment the scroll was torn open, an invisible force enveloped the vacuum where Char was and quickly spread out, enveloping her.

In a short five seconds, it had lost all control.

Its authority was covered.

At the same time, Char realized that with just a thought, the other party would be easily defeated.

In this small world, he was an omnipotent God.

Hence, he did.

"Disappear," He said.

With this thought, it began to crack and disappear from its feet.

Five seconds passed, and Char successfully left the vacuum and came to the Warden's side.

Only its head was left, and the white skin with snowflakes on it had disappeared. All that was left was a string of strange data floating in the air.

"What is this?" Char asked.

"This is Me."

The Head Warden replied. His voice was neither sad nor happy, as calm as ever.

Char tried to use her black flames to destroy the data, but it was like a projection. It did not exist at all, and it would even float on the black flames.

"You can't do it. You don't have enough authority."

Even though it probably did not have the ability to taunt, Char raised her eyebrows.

"When was you born?"

"Visitors have no right to ask."

"If you don't mind me asking, how should I kill you?"

"You do not have enough authority."

"You're so stubborn!" Char mumbled.

The fairness of the system made him doubt the existence of the head Warden. It was not as powerful as he had imagined, and it was not even very intelligent. At the very least, Zin'rokh would be enough to fight it.

In short, he was a younger brother.

However, he could not be killed.

The data slowly absorbed the snowflakes drifting in space. Although the speed was slow, it would be completely restored one day. In other words, this space could not be left here.

The method to make it collapse:

At this moment, he heard footsteps behind him.

The black flames on Char's body dissipated. He turned around and saw that the cage that held Hilda and Evelyn in had disappeared. Hilda #72 had also escaped from the ground. She was the first to lean over and looked at Char with concern. Char had no choice but to avoid her burning gaze.

Even though she was just a carrier of memories, she had accompanied Char for 72 rounds.

"You have something on your mind,"

Her fingers caressed Char's face, and her ear was pressed against his chest.

"You're ready to lie."

Char rolled his eyes. "I know you understand me. Can you not be so merciless?"

Hilda chuckled, her eyes charming.

"You've admitted that I'm the woman who knows you best." She turned to look at the other two and asked, "Are you lying to me?"

Char did not say a word, but the hand around her waist suddenly tightened and hugged her tightly. He buried his head in her red hair.

"Yes. I've always been."

"That's enough..." She smiled in satisfaction and patted Char's back, consoling him in her usual lazy and gentle voice, "You're still like a child. You'll remember me, right?"

Char's body trembled slightly, and she hugged him even tighter.

Hilda #72 caressed his hair with infinite gentleness, but her figure became fainter and fainter until it dissipated.

Beside him, Hilda closed her eyes and fell into a daze.

This time, he did not look like he was in pain.

Then, the space started to collapse.

It started from the sky, as if it was not the real sky, but a ceiling drawn by the most outstanding artist. It began to fall off piece by piece, and the floor was constantly sinking.

The air twisted, and the lines that outlined the shape of objects attracted, intertwined, and collapsed.

The Head Warden's data also disappeared one by one, and finally disappeared completely, as if it had never appeared.

Until all of this was destroyed.

When Char woke up, she was surrounded by warm, wet steam. Although her face was wet, it was a little cold.

They had returned.

He still maintained the posture of hugging, but he could only hug the flowing water.

For NPCs in the past, when their favorability exceeded that of friends, it meant that they were willing to die for you. The Valkyrie who died in a plot kill was like that, and the characters in other experiences were also like that.

It was not that he had never experienced a similar separation, but this time, he was stunned.

Char took a deep breath and tried to calm herself down.

Suddenly, he felt a familiar mana fluctuation.

He turned around and saw Hilda biting her finger and casting the [Sleep Spell] on the unconscious Evelyn.

"Eh? What was going on?"

The witch suddenly swam over.

"I'm sorry, I can't do what she did." She said, "I need some time to get used to..."

Char shook his head.

"She's her, and you're you. Since you weren't awake at that time, then you weren't by my side. It's true that you need some time to adapt, forget, or accept yourself, but no one asks you to become a certain appearance."

"Even if... it's really me?"

"Eh?"

Char looked up in surprise, and the witch took the opportunity to lean over and kiss him on the lips.

"The [Sleep Spell] will last for an hour."

Hilda's eyes flashed with a light that Char was very familiar with.