Chapter 432: The Well
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Chapter 432 The Well
?"Ngh..." Ambrose touched his head as he winced in pain. 'Pain, but how? Do I have a soul injury?'
"Why're you slowing down?" Moriarty asked, glancing back at Ambrose, whose pace had considerably dropped.
Ambrose shook his head, and the faint pain slowly faded off. It felt like he had a split-second headache, strangely enough.
'Weird.' He thought and followed after Moriarty as they headed towards a small, dilapidated town in the middle of the barren wasteland.
It was a desolate place, filled with broken buildings and dead-looking ground.
It was the half-way point between the starting line and the mountain in the distance.
They had already run over eight hours to reach this spot, and the ending was still nowhere close.
The night also started to creep in, casting long shadows over the weary runners.
After eight hours of running, gaps had started to form between the lead runners and the ones at the back.
Ambrose saw that all the players in front of him were exhausted and were just dragging their feet behind them at this point.
After all, most of them were gamers and not some fit athletes. However, there were also expectations, as there were some who had experience in martial arts and track-and-field events.
"Everyone in front is searching those buildings." Moriarty noted while panting heavily with a rough-sounding voice.
He was clearly extremely tired, and he was feeling very thirsty, as they hadn't found any water yet, unfortunately. Where Stories Blossom: N♡vεlB¡n.
"W-we also have to." Ambrose breathed heavily as well.
He wasn't some superhuman and, of course, felt exhaustion. His feet were burning and his lungs were screaming for help, but he had no intention to stop.
However, even without all his stats that made him almost like a god, he continued to exercise and push himself to limits on a daily basis, and now he had developed a strong physique even without the help of the VR headset.
Also, he had Starborn Physique, which pushed his limits beyond human limits, and even though he still couldn't quite reach the top athletes in the world, he wasn't too far behind!
"Agreed..." Moriarty pulled out the interface and checked their current ranking.
***
[Team: Phoenix Quill]
[Ranking: 201,345]
"All right, the plan is this." Ambrose leaned over the well and said, "You'll drop down, and I'll be up here, ensuring that you make it safely to the bottom.
"I'll use this rope binding our limbs to securely lower you down."
"Can you do it alone?" Moriarty asked. "I am not too light, and if you accidentally fall down as well, we'll be stuck at the bottom of the well."
"I got it." Ambrose replied confidently and also loosened up the rope that tied their legs together.
Moriarty had to go to the well at a very awkward angle because both his arm and leg was tied to Ambrose, which would make keeping balance extremely difficult.
"You ready?" Ambrose asked, and Moriarty nodded.
Moriarty took a deep breath and slowly hopped off the well's edge, slowly starting to fall towards the bottom, but then the ropes caught him.
"Argh..." Ambrose put his foot on the edge, and he used his arms to slowly lower Moriarty to the bottom of the well.
His muscles started to show themselves as he strained to keep Moriarty steady.
"Argh, lower!" Moriarty shouted and tried to reach out towards the key at the bottom of the well, but it had quite a bit of distance left before he could reach it.
"Ngh!" Ambrose grunted and loosened his grip slightly to lower Moriarty at a faster speed, hoping to get him to the key sooner.
At that moment, the sky above the tournament dimension turned pitch dark, and an eerie-looking crimson moon appeared in the sky.
Ding, ding!
A loud sound of a bell rang out, shocking all the players and viewers.
An enormous face appeared in the sky—it was the Game Master.
"Did you think the first round would only be running, and climbing?" The Game Master chuckled. "Well, prepare yourself. During night's, dead will rise from the ground."
After saying that, the illusionary face of the Game Master vanished, and eerie silence fell over the barren wasteland.
However, it didn't take long for eerie screams to sound in the distance, shattering the silence and sending chills down their spines.
"Hurry up, bring me back up!" Moriarty shouted.
"Not yet; get the key first!" Ambrose screamed, and his muscles swelled as he lowered Moriarty even further, but it started to put a lot of strain on his arms.
"God damn it!" Moriarty reached out towards the key, his fingertips barely brushing against it. "A little bit closer!"
"Aaargh!" Ambrose felt like his veins were about to burst, but then he leaned over the well, almost falling down, but it gave Moriarty enough leverage to grasp the key.
"I got it!" Moriarty shouted.
Without further ado, Ambrose started walking backwards while pulling the rope back up, but the difficult part wasn't yet over. It was incredibly taxing on his strength to pull a well-fitted body up the well.
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Chapter 432 The Well
?"Ngh..." Ambrose touched his head as he winced in pain. 'Pain, but how? Do I have a soul injury?'
"Why're you slowing down?" Moriarty asked, glancing back at Ambrose, whose pace had considerably dropped.
Ambrose shook his head, and the faint pain slowly faded off. It felt like he had a split-second headache, strangely enough.
'Weird.' He thought and followed after Moriarty as they headed towards a small, dilapidated town in the middle of the barren wasteland.
It was a desolate place, filled with broken buildings and dead-looking ground.
It was the half-way point between the starting line and the mountain in the distance.
They had already run over eight hours to reach this spot, and the ending was still nowhere close.
The night also started to creep in, casting long shadows over the weary runners.
After eight hours of running, gaps had started to form between the lead runners and the ones at the back.
Ambrose saw that all the players in front of him were exhausted and were just dragging their feet behind them at this point.
After all, most of them were gamers and not some fit athletes. However, there were also expectations, as there were some who had experience in martial arts and track-and-field events.
"Everyone in front is searching those buildings." Moriarty noted while panting heavily with a rough-sounding voice.
He was clearly extremely tired, and he was feeling very thirsty, as they hadn't found any water yet, unfortunately. Where Stories Blossom: N♡vεlB¡n.
"W-we also have to." Ambrose breathed heavily as well.
He wasn't some superhuman and, of course, felt exhaustion. His feet were burning and his lungs were screaming for help, but he had no intention to stop.
However, even without all his stats that made him almost like a god, he continued to exercise and push himself to limits on a daily basis, and now he had developed a strong physique even without the help of the VR headset.
Also, he had Starborn Physique, which pushed his limits beyond human limits, and even though he still couldn't quite reach the top athletes in the world, he wasn't too far behind!
"Agreed..." Moriarty pulled out the interface and checked their current ranking.
***
[Team: Phoenix Quill]
[Ranking: 201,345]
"All right, the plan is this." Ambrose leaned over the well and said, "You'll drop down, and I'll be up here, ensuring that you make it safely to the bottom.
"I'll use this rope binding our limbs to securely lower you down."
"Can you do it alone?" Moriarty asked. "I am not too light, and if you accidentally fall down as well, we'll be stuck at the bottom of the well."
"I got it." Ambrose replied confidently and also loosened up the rope that tied their legs together.
Moriarty had to go to the well at a very awkward angle because both his arm and leg was tied to Ambrose, which would make keeping balance extremely difficult.
"You ready?" Ambrose asked, and Moriarty nodded.
Moriarty took a deep breath and slowly hopped off the well's edge, slowly starting to fall towards the bottom, but then the ropes caught him.
"Argh..." Ambrose put his foot on the edge, and he used his arms to slowly lower Moriarty to the bottom of the well.
His muscles started to show themselves as he strained to keep Moriarty steady.
"Argh, lower!" Moriarty shouted and tried to reach out towards the key at the bottom of the well, but it had quite a bit of distance left before he could reach it.
"Ngh!" Ambrose grunted and loosened his grip slightly to lower Moriarty at a faster speed, hoping to get him to the key sooner.
At that moment, the sky above the tournament dimension turned pitch dark, and an eerie-looking crimson moon appeared in the sky.
Ding, ding!
A loud sound of a bell rang out, shocking all the players and viewers.
An enormous face appeared in the sky—it was the Game Master.
"Did you think the first round would only be running, and climbing?" The Game Master chuckled. "Well, prepare yourself. During night's, dead will rise from the ground."
After saying that, the illusionary face of the Game Master vanished, and eerie silence fell over the barren wasteland.
However, it didn't take long for eerie screams to sound in the distance, shattering the silence and sending chills down their spines.
"Hurry up, bring me back up!" Moriarty shouted.
"Not yet; get the key first!" Ambrose screamed, and his muscles swelled as he lowered Moriarty even further, but it started to put a lot of strain on his arms.
"God damn it!" Moriarty reached out towards the key, his fingertips barely brushing against it. "A little bit closer!"
"Aaargh!" Ambrose felt like his veins were about to burst, but then he leaned over the well, almost falling down, but it gave Moriarty enough leverage to grasp the key.
"I got it!" Moriarty shouted.
Without further ado, Ambrose started walking backwards while pulling the rope back up, but the difficult part wasn't yet over. It was incredibly taxing on his strength to pull a well-fitted body up the well.
Chapter 432 The Well ?"Ngh..." Ambrose touched his head as he winced in pain. 'Pain, but how? Do I have a soul injury?' "Why're you slowing down?" Moriarty asked, glancing back at Ambrose, whose pace had considerably dropped. Ambrose shook his head, and the faint pain slowly faded off. It felt like he had a split-second headache, strangely enough. 'Weird.' He thought and followed after Moriarty as they headed towards a small, dilapidated town in the middle of the barren wasteland. It was a desolate place, filled with broken buildings and dead-looking ground. It was the half-way point between the starting line and the mountain in the distance. They had already run over eight hours to reach this spot, and the ending was still nowhere close. The night also started to creep in, casting long shadows over the weary runners. After eight hours of running, gaps had started to form between the lead runners and the ones at the back. Ambrose saw that all the players in front of him were exhausted and were just dragging their feet behind them at this point. After all, most of them were gamers and not some fit athletes. However, there were also expectations, as there were some who had experience in martial arts and track-and-field events. "Everyone in front is searching those buildings." Moriarty noted while panting heavily with a rough-sounding voice. He was clearly extremely tired, and he was feeling very thirsty, as they hadn't found any water yet, unfortunately. Where Stories Blossom: NvlBn."W-we also have to." Ambrose breathed heavily as well. He wasn't some superhuman and, of course, felt exhaustion. His feet were burning and his lungs were screaming for help, but he had no intention to stop. However, even without all his stats that made him almost like a god, he continued to exercise and push himself to limits on a daily basis, and now he had developed a strong physique even without the help of the VR headset. Also, he had Starborn Physique, which pushed his limits beyond human limits, and even though he still couldn't quite reach the top athletes in the world, he wasn't too far behind! "Agreed..." Moriarty pulled out the interface and checked their current ranking. *** Team: Phoenix Quill Ranking: 201,345 "All right, the plan is this." Ambrose leaned over the well and said, "You'll drop down, and I'll be up here, ensuring that you make it safely to the bottom. "I'll use this rope binding our limbs to securely lower you down." "Can you do it alone?" Moriarty asked. "I am not too light, and if you accidentally fall down as well, we'll be stuck at the bottom of the well." "I got it." Ambrose replied confidently and also loosened up the rope that tied their legs together. Moriarty had to go to the well at a very awkward angle because both his arm and leg was tied to Ambrose, which would make keeping balance extremely difficult. "You ready?" Ambrose asked, and Moriarty nodded. Moriarty took a deep breath and slowly hopped off the well's edge, slowly starting to fall towards the bottom, but then the ropes caught him. "Argh..." Ambrose put his foot on the edge, and he used his arms to slowly lower Moriarty to the bottom of the well. His muscles started to show themselves as he strained to keep Moriarty steady. "Argh, lower!" Moriarty shouted and tried to reach out towards the key at the bottom of the well, but it had quite a bit of distance left before he could reach it. "Ngh!" Ambrose grunted and loosened his grip slightly to lower Moriarty at a faster speed, hoping to get him to the key sooner. At that moment, the sky above the tournament dimension turned pitch dark, and an eerie-looking crimson moon appeared in the sky. Ding, ding! A loud sound of a bell rang out, shocking all the players and viewers. An enormous face appeared in the skyit was the Game Master. "Did you think the first round would only be running, and climbing?" The Game Master chuckled. "Well, prepare yourself. During night's, dead will rise from the ground." After saying that, the illusionary face of the Game Master vanished, and eerie silence fell over the barren wasteland. However, it didn't take long for eerie screams to sound in the distance, shattering the silence and sending chills down their spines. "Hurry up, bring me back up!" Moriarty shouted. "Not yet; get the key first!" Ambrose screamed, and his muscles swelled as he lowered Moriarty even further, but it started to put a lot of strain on his arms. "God damn it!" Moriarty reached out towards the key, his fingertips barely brushing against it. "A little bit closer!" "Aaargh!" Ambrose felt like his veins were about to burst, but then he leaned over the well, almost falling down, but it gave Moriarty enough leverage to grasp the key. "I got it!" Moriarty shouted. Without further ado, Ambrose started walking backwards while pulling the rope back up, but the difficult part wasn't yet over. It was incredibly taxing on his strength to pull a well-fitted body up the well.
