There Must Be Something Wrong With This Game!

The Clockmaker’s gaze swept over everyone present.

Hyena, Lear, Bartender, Anna...

And most importantly, Duan Someone.

He recalled that the last time he saw Duan Someone was back when Iron Man was still around.

The four Pseudo-man leaders had gathered, originally intending to study how to transform humans into Pseudo-men, but they had failed utterly.

Iron Man even had his head crushed by the Administrator, Gale. But his death was not in vain. The corruption within Administrator Gale himself had already accumulated to its limit, and the corruption from Iron Man’s body finally pushed it past the critical point, ultimately causing the corruption inside him to detonate.

Every Administrator suffers varying degrees of corruption within a dungeon; detonation is the final outcome.

Only 5% of Administrators can purge the corruption from their bodies and ultimately survive.

In that sense, Gale was a dead man.

When he was hunting the Pseudo-man leaders, he probably never imagined that he was also the prey.

But this Duan Someone before him gave him a very bad feeling.

The blessing of Chaos swirled around him. The most mysterious faction in the Abyss had taken a special liking to this player and had lent him its power.

This player held infinite possibilities, and these possibilities meant he might be able to save Gale.

Moreover, if he could consistently pull this off, it would mean that Duan Someone would become a safeguard for the Administrators. Those already fearless Administrators would become even more brazen, leaving less and less room for Pseudo-men, these creations from the Abyss.

’Therefore, this child cannot be allowed to live.’

He silently pressed the pocket watch in his breast pocket. A five-minute countdown began, which would allow him to place a permanent curse on Duan Fei.

But just as he pressed it, the Duan Someone before him pointed at the Clockmaker and said, "Bartender, destroy his hand."

The Bartender immediately opened his mouth, and a sniper rifle hidden inside shot out a bullet, shattering the old man’s arm and exposing the pocket watch within it.

When the pocket watch appeared, Duan Fei also saw the information on it:

"Cursed Pocket Watch: Corrupted, Purple Quality, Extractable, Disposable Item.

Description: The Clockmaker’s exclusive item. Can only be activated by pressing the switch, holding the watch, and maintaining close contact with the target for over five minutes. Once activated, the cursed target will permanently receive a -1 penalty every time they acquire a Skill. The user cannot move while this is in use. Curse Duration: one month."

"Holy shit!" After reading the description, Duan Fei cried out, "You’re a wicked old man! You were actually going to use something like this on me!"

’If I get hit with this thing, my account will be useless for at least a month.’

’I wouldn’t even be able to play the game for a month. Otherwise, every time I level up, I wouldn’t get any attribute points, which would make leveling up pointless.’

’Even my Void Glasses would be useless because there’s always that minus one.’

’I finally found a game I can enjoy, and you want to make me unable to play for a month? You rotten old bastard!’

The Clockmaker stared at Duan Fei, cursing his luck internally.

Engine oil flowed from his shattered arm. A small pocket watch tumbled out of the wound and began to run the moment it appeared.

The entire watch started counting down. Accompanied by this small time-reversal item, the old man’s arm began to rewind time, returning to its original state.

Besides that, another pocket watch flew out, and a blue barrier enveloped the area, accelerating time for him and Nemo.

The Clockmaker’s Profession was Clockmaker. He could create all sorts of timepieces and use pocket watches to achieve various effects.

Although it was just making clocks and watches, the concepts contained within them were far beyond human imagination. As long as they were used properly, they could produce unbelievable effects.

However, this was not the Clockmaker’s ideal battlefield. Corrupting Gale was just one part of his plan, not the entirety of it.

Therefore, he opened a door again and said to Nemo beside him, "Nemo, I’m leaving this to you."

"Okay... Huh? You’re leaving it to me? If you want me dead, just say so!"

Seeing Nemo’s resistant expression, the Clockmaker sighed.

’As expected. Thanks to the Administrators’ protection, players are difficult to completely brainwash and control.’

Although Nemo had been in contact with the Pseudo-man Succubus for a long time, he still retained the basic instinct for self-preservation, so he couldn’t just be ordered to his death.

’However, when it comes to controlling players, there are ways.’

Handing a few pocket watches to Nemo, he said, "Stall them for a while. It would be even better if you can take one of them out. These watches are to assist you."

Seeing Nemo’s shifty eyes, he added, "Don’t even think about taking the items and logging off. If you succeed, I’ll give you double the reward."

"You think I’m that despicable!" Nemo said, dissatisfied.

"Can you honestly say that thought didn’t cross your mind?"

"Only... a little."

The Clockmaker sighed, stepped through the door, and disappeared on the other side.

’Players... they’re all cut from the same cloth.’

’They can only be used, never trusted.’

Behind the door, Level 9 Citizen Zero sat cross-legged on the ground, surrounded by a multitude of clocks that continuously eroded his will.

Corruption billowed in from all directions and began to taint this administrator of moral principles, dragging him bit by bit into the dark Abyss.

He sat down in front of Zero, silently calculating the time, anticipating the moment the other would be completely corrupted and fall.

When that time came, the entire world would become a massive source of corruption, leaving Gale with no path of retreat.

As the Clockmaker left, the effect of the time-stopping pocket watch also came to an end.

Before the effect of the time-stopping pocket watch ended, Nemo quickly read the descriptions of the watches the Clockmaker had given him and found that a few of them were indeed good items.

But using such good items here would be too much of a waste. So, he put those watches directly into his pocket and selected a few that couldn’t be taken out of the dungeon to activate.

After these watches were activated, the time-stopping effect disappeared, and the attack from Duan Fei and the others arrived.

A sniper bullet shattered his head, but in the instant the bullet struck, the [Frame-Skipping Pocket Watch] activated.

Each second was broken down into Planck time, and the time slice containing the bullet was extracted, causing the bullet to temporarily vanish from the river of time.

The resulting effect was that the bullet inexplicably bypassed Nemo and hit the house behind him.

Letting out a long breath, Nemo thought to himself, ’That was close.’

Instantly pulling himself together, he activated another pocket watch, the [Possibility Pocket Watch].

This pocket watch could be used many times. Each use would summon a "Nemo that could have been" in the form of an NPC.

For example, a Nemo who chose a melee Profession, a Nemo who chose a ranged Profession, a Nemo who chose a mechanical Profession, and so on.

These were all possibilities that might have existed, but now they were all summoned by Nemo to stand by his side.

The more probable the possibility, the stronger the Nemo; the less probable, the weaker. Therefore, these Nemos were definitely weaker than him, but standing together, they still presented an imposing sight.

Looking at his personal army of Nemos, Nemo’s confidence swelled. He pointed at the enemies before them and declared, "My boys, get them—"

A dense hail of bullets flew over, turning a large number of the Nemos into bubbles in the first wave, followed by Anna’s frenzied assault.

The few with greater probability were precisely picked off by Hyena and Lear. A large batch of Nemos shattered because of this, clearing out an open space around the real Nemo.

Duan Fei walked up, dragging his crowbar. Lord Hasshaku was stuck to his back, thoughtfully providing atmospheric B-boxing with "buh-buh-buh" sounds.

Tapping the crowbar in his hand, Duan Fei looked at Nemo with a smile. "You want to fight me? Are you even qualified?"

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