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"Congratulations to the player who was the first to load the new map on March 7th. Reward: IQ -1."
"Why is the reward a reduction in IQ?! I'm not stupid, who would have thought there would be such an absurd time difference! A thousand times... a thousand times!"
March 7th swallowed hard, her little face scrunched up.
"I don't feel anything at all!"
"What kind of hellish place is this Onpharos?"
"and many more!"
She suddenly thought of something, and her expression became uneasy.
"Can we still get out?"
"What do you say?"
Qiong pointed in the direction the two had come from.
The cold stone walls and deep passageways—where are the shadows of light doors and cracks?
"Then we'll have to wait here for Xing and the others for a very, very long time?"
Little Sanyue's face looked as distressed as if she had eaten bitter melon.
But a few seconds later, an idea lit up in her mind like a light bulb.
and many more.
Doesn't this mean it's just her and Aqiong's world?
It doesn't seem like we can wait that long.
For a long time...
Alas!
Is my previous prediction about being a "jinx" about to come true?!
This time, he spent the most time with A Qiong, and then he... thought of the second half of the reverse jinx.
Little March lowered her head, her cheeks and the back of her long, fair neck all flushed red.
"Returning the way we came is impossible. Once we get out, we can go to the local civilization and see if there are any spaceships capable of flying off the planet."
Qiong pointed her finger at the forehead of the girl whose expression was inexplicably filled with shyness, anticipation, and worry about fighting.
"No matter what, we have to get out of here first."
"Oh, right!"
March 7th snapped out of her thoughts and patted her little face.
"We need to get out first, but how do we get out?"
"Before you arrived, I had already explored this place thoroughly."
She took Qiong's hand and led her toward the giant door engraved with red spiral patterns.
"This seems to be the entrance to a huge tomb. It's sealed off by something thick and we don't know what it is. We want to explore deeper into the tomb to see if there's another way out..."
March 7th pointed to the stone gate in front of him, which blocked his way like a mountain.
"Then, we were blocked by this unbelievably magnificent gate."
"I was just about to look carefully for a hidden switch, or try some magic spell like 'Open Sesame,' when I heard your shout!"
"Ah~"
Little March sighed seriously and wrinkled her little nose at the stone gate.
"Onfaros is so unfriendly! He gave me such a big cold shoulder right from the start! Not at all..."
Before the words were finished—
"Warning: Object does not have access permissions."
A synthesized, emotionless female voice suddenly rang out.
"What's that noise? Did I run into some trap?"
Startled, March 7th adopted a defensive posture and nervously looked around.
"What the hell?"
Qiong's expression changed slightly after hearing the content clearly.
“Execution protocol λ003-097: Format object ███”.
The emotionless, mechanical female voice continued, but the crucial parts turned into unsettling censored noise.
"Format?!"
March 7th panicked even more, her little hands gripping Qiong's arm tightly.
"What is it saying? Who is it trying to format? It sounds terrifying!"
Qiong's eyes gleamed.
He had tested it before, and found that he could freely transform into Jerry in Onfaros.
In other words, this place is not in the real dimension.
A dream world?
The spiritual world?
Or perhaps... the world of data?
Judging from the formatting of these specialized terms, the possibility of a data world is increasing, but the possibility that this tomb is a high-tech creation of a local civilization cannot be ruled out.
"Don't panic, don't panic, it's a minor problem."
Qiong grasped March 7's hand, advancing instead of retreating.
Even in the data world, he didn't believe that a host could format Jerry.
As the two drew closer...
A mechanical female voice came continuously from the gate.
"Warning! Illegal operation detected."
“███████”.
The emotionless, mechanical female voice seemed to be interrupted by another program, and a barely perceptible fluctuation appeared in the voice.
"Operation authorized, protocol name: 【█████】"
“██Come back, Qiong███.”
“I’m waiting for you in ██.”
The continuous sounds stopped.
"It finally stopped..."
March 7th breathed a sigh of relief, then belatedly realized what had happened.
"Wait a minute!? Ah Qiong, did it just mention your name?"
"It seems so?"
While spouting nonsense, Qiong narrowed his eyes slightly, a hint of interest and inquiry flashing in his golden pupils.
"Oh dear, has my fame already spread all over this unknown planet? With fame comes trouble, and the burden of maintaining an idol image is heavy! These fans have even followed me to the tomb?"
Things are getting interesting.
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"seriously?"
March 7th couldn't understand, blinked her clear, big eyes, and suddenly remembered something.
"A-Qiong, do you think it's possible that this place is related to your past?"
“Look, you and Xing are both members of our train’s amnesia squad. What if… I mean, what if you actually spent some time in Onfaros before you appeared at the Black Tower Space Station?”
"Perhaps you were originally an Onphalus? Otherwise, how could this strange gate recognize you and call you by your name?"
"Uh……"
As March 7th narrated his reasoning clearly and logically, Qiong's expression became increasingly strange.
He shook his head.
“I might be an Onphalus, but it’s unlikely that I am an Onphalus.”
"?"
Scratching your head on the seventh day of the third month means you need to develop a brain.
Qiong smiled and ruffled her hair.
That's impossible!
But... why does the system know my name here?
Qiong was very curious.
Conversely, since the system can recognize his own information, and that voice just said it was waiting for him, then...
"Open Sesame".
With a try-it-and-see attitude, Qiong walked to the door and said loudly.
“█████” was detected.
"Please submit ██████".
"Huh? Why are all the crucial parts muted?"
March 7th couldn't help but complain.
"It seems like it needs something to open the door? Ah Qiong, do you have a key?"
"I came behind you, how could I possibly have the key?"
Qiong shrugged.
"But who said you need a key to get in?"
"Ah Qi, wait here for me a moment. I'll go in and take a look. Maybe I can open the door from the inside."
How will you get in?
March 7th tilted her little head, her pink hair swaying gently with her movements.
"Look at all the space between the doors."
Qiong pointed to the almost imperceptible crack in the door, looking completely matter-of-fact.
"I'm so slim, I can squeeze through. But you, you need to lose some weight. You can't even fit in such a big space."
"I'm not fat at all!"
The girl puffed out her cheeks, looking sullen and angry.
"Besides, with such a small gap, even if you were as thin as a dried-up stem..."
The words abruptly stopped, and on March 7th, he saw Qiong jumping left and right with comical movements, muttering to herself.
Then, with a 'bang', it transformed into a rectangular ghost.
"Eh!?"
On March 7th, her bright blue eyes widened in disbelief, her mouth agape in an adorable "O" shape as she stared at the scene.