My Computer Leads to an Instance Dungeon-Chapter 109 - 96: Slaughtering the Abnormal Ghost

’I should probably see them with my own eyes. Find out what powers the Cursed Seals have and how strong they are.’

After settling on this thought, Fang Zhen felt he was in good condition and began to select his gear.

The Hunting Crossbow was a must-bring, as was the long spear. He had made two more Molotov Cocktails in his spare time, so he could bring those too.

He had to wear the riot suit, and the curved saber was also coming with him.

He could take the Anti-Riot Shield, but he wouldn’t equip it. His main weapon was still the long spear. He shouldn’t carry too much until he found a servant he could hire and coordinate with.

’Right, Combat Servants.’

Fang Zhen clicked on the main interface of the Dungeon Life game. A new option for "Combat Partners/Servants" had appeared.

He opened the interface, and a dialog box popped up.

"Dungeon instance detected...

Matching Combat Partner/Servant module.

Match successful.

Dungeon detected with a normal world background and normal difficulty. Recommended Combat Partners and Servants are as follows:

Jilenna, female, an Armed Knight from the Highland Barbarians. Possesses astonishing, beast-like intuition and excels at close-quarters combat.

Constitution: 12

Strength: 13

Agility: 11

Intelligence: 10

Perception: 14

Skills: Jumping Fury Slash, Precise Block, Battle Fury, Vanguard Charge, etc.

Evaluation: Bronze 4-Star. Hiring Fee: 20 Merit Points/day.

—

Pi Lian, male, an Assassin forged in the brawls of the Underground Dungeon. He is slick and ruthless, possessing expert-level theft skills.

Constitution: 9

Strength: 10

Agility: 14

Intelligence: 11

Perception: 11

Skills: Mechanical Lock Unlocking Mastery, Hidden Arrow Shot, Expert Thievery, Feign Death, Deception, etc.

Evaluation: Bronze 3.5-Star. Hiring Fee: 17 Merit Points/day.

—

Hans, male, a loyal Combat Servant with excellent stamina and physical strength. He is also skilled in cold weapon maintenance.

Constitution: 10

Strength: 12

Agility: 8

Intelligence: 9 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

Perception: 6

Skills: Battlefield Scavenging, Basic Animal Skinning, Cold Weapon Maintenance, Over-Encumbered Movement, etc.

Evaluation: Bronze 2-Star. Hiring Fee: 6 Merit Points/day."

Fang Zhen glanced at the information, slightly surprised.

’The combat partners’ stats aren’t low at all.’

’In a crowd, they’d all be minor elites, and each has their own unique strengths.’

’Even the Combat Servant’s skills are quite valuable and very supportive.’

’It’s just that no combat partners with Extraordinary Power showed up. I don’t know if the current conditions don’t allow for it.’

Besides these three optional combat partners and servants, there was also a prompt indicating that for 5 Merit Points, he could reset the options once.

Higher-tier combat partners were not yet unlocked.

’I’ll probably unlock them by clearing more difficult dungeons,’ Fang Zhen thought.

He had a plan.

Of the 60 Merit Points he’d saved for emergencies, only 20 remained.

’Save your best resources for when they’re needed most. I won’t rush to choose a combat partner or servant. I’ll check out the difficulty of the Ancient Castle Caverns dungeon first.’

He closed the page and walked into the living room to start putting on his gear.

A short while later, Fang Zhen was fully geared up.

Riot suit, long spear, a backpack for the Hunting Crossbow, a Nepalese Curved Saber at his waist, a high-intensity flashlight, and another backpack containing two Molotov Cocktails and some medical supplies.

He loaded the gear onto his Jue Ying motorcycle, hung the Anti-Riot Shield on a spare spot, and his preparations were complete.

Fang Zhen walked into the computer room and took a deep breath.

"Activate external device?"

He clicked ’Yes.’

In the living room, the two external black metal blocks generated a force field, and a white Light Gate materialized.

He walked back to the living room, pushed his Jue Ying motorcycle forward, and stepped into the Light Gate.

A brief moment of disorientation.

Fang Zhen came to his senses and looked around.

The weather was gloomy. It should have been daytime, but the sky was filled with dark clouds that didn’t rain, creating a somber and oppressive atmosphere.

He was surrounded by a dreary forest. The trees were so dense that they evoked a sense of claustrophobia, as if the jungle would swallow anyone who entered. The trees were a deep green, almost black, and at a glance, they looked like a tangle of ghouls, giving off a cold and profound sense of dread.

A closer look revealed that everything—from the trees in the forest to the occasional flowers and plants—had a strange, twisted quality. Not a single tree or flower stood straight. They were all bent and gnarled as if afflicted with rickets, tangled together. A few flowers, so vibrant they looked sickly, grew on vines that coiled around the trees.

Fang Zhen frowned.

’The weather and environment in these dungeons are never very pleasant.’

This forest and its plants, while seemingly full of life, gave him a sense of bizarre mutation.

Fang Zhen shook his head, trying not to dwell on it.

He looked ahead. A small, relatively smooth path, wide enough for a horse-drawn carriage, snaked its way through the strange forest.

Fang Zhen started his Jue Ying motorcycle and drove forward along the forest path, keeping his speed low.

After driving the Jue Ying less than three hundred meters, Fang Zhen had already navigated some seventeen or eighteen bends. The path wound tortuously through the dense woods, but it was gradually getting wider.

Fang Zhen drove the motorcycle slowly, observing his surroundings.

Suddenly!

"AHH!"

A young girl’s terrified scream echoed from up ahead on the path, immediately followed by the frantic, panicked neighing of a horse.

Fang Zhen’s brow twitched. He immediately gunned the Jue Ying’s engine and sped down the path.

He shot forward for about 140 or 150 meters, and the view suddenly opened up as he emerged from the twisted forest.

Ahead was a wide dirt road. A horse-drawn cart, which looked like it was used for transporting grain, was overturned in the middle of the road. A brown old horse with a patchy coat lay in a pool of blood. It wasn’t dead yet, constantly letting out dying screams as it thrashed the upper half of its body, still tangled in its harness.