Chapter 46: Bai Wan's Latent Skill, Error Code!

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Confronted by the encircling apparitions, Bai Wan took a step forward, and an invisible domain radiated from him.

Whoosh!

In an instant, the entire ten-thousand-meter radius was enveloped in a white field.

Then, the absurd began.

The whole city seemed to descend into chaotic madness.

The large swarm of apparitions charging towards Bai Wan suddenly twisted their ankles and fell flat on the ground as if caught in an invisible snare, collapsing in waves and writhing atop one another.

Some of the apparitions appeared to have hit an invisible air barrier, unable to pass through, furiously striking the void in vain.

Even more bizarre, at some unknown moment, a gigantic Ultraman emerged from the sky, unleashing beams of light against the apparitions.

Bai Wan strolled leisurely amidst the tide of phantoms, taking step after step forward, with not a single apparition able to approach him; all suffered inexplicable misfortunes.

Some were struck by lightning, others had improbable mishaps like dog excrement suddenly falling and blinding them—rare and ridiculous accidents.

Buildings in the city transformed peculiarly—some became inexplicably tall towers, others floated in the sky.

A sunflower on Bai Wan’s shoulder gleamed with dazzling light, cracking into a smiling face, while tiny points zoomed rapidly from the horizon...

The entire city seemed caught in a bug.

The scene ended there, but a name flashed into Bai Wan’s mind: Error Code.

Bai Wan was stunned.

Well, well...

His latent awakening skill was actually called Error Code.

It seemed to increase his own bug probability exponentially.

Originally, his bug-prone constitution did not trigger so frequently, but after activating the skill, it was practically a one hundred percent bug occurrence...

Bai Wan’s expression grew complicated.

This thing looked powerful, but also unreliable.

Casting bugs indiscriminately over an entire city—he had no idea how many teammates might be wiped out along with the enemies... and he had precious few comrades left.

Unless faced with an absolute desperate situation, it might be worth gambling on, to see if a miracle could emerge.

“How about you? What’s your latent ability?” Su Yue Ning asked curiously.

Bai Wan hesitated, unwilling to tell the truth, and replied evasively, “You’ll know when I unleash my ultimate move...”

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Even when not unleashing his ultimate, Bai Wan had already caused massive disruption to the Lan City branch’s ancestral grounds; if he activated it fully, he feared he might destroy ancestral grounds of hunter headquarters nationwide.

Su Yue Ning eyed Bai Wan suspiciously at his evasiveness.

Could it be another strange skill...

“All right, shall we head out?” Su Yue Ning glanced at the time; they had eight minutes left before exiting the store.

“Wait a moment, give me some time... I think I’m starting to get an idea about this dungeon,” Bai Wan said.

When he had seen the true form of the black mist phantom in the wooden hut—a woman—he had an inkling but never had time to ponder.

Now, inside the store where time was frozen outside, he could properly consider everything.

Bai Wan began to piece together everything they had experienced in the dungeon.

They were robbers, inexplicably breaking into Lin Yuan’s home and killing him...

Then burying the stolen treasure in Xilin Forest, which raised a big question: according to available information, Lin Yuan should have been a poor scholar, so why was there so much money dug up in Xilin? That hardly looked like the property of a poor man.

Furthermore, the phantom relentlessly chasing them was not Lin Yuan but a woman...

Lastly, the unfinished painting mentioned in the female phantom’s letter—the “Fantasy Land”—was nowhere to be found. Was the painting a test by the female phantom, or had it been moved elsewhere?

All these pieces tangled in Bai Wan’s mind, culminating in a flash of shock in his eyes.

Wait, wait.

Could the path to survival be...

Bai Wan’s expression shifted wildly. If the path to survival was truly that, then from the beginning, they had fallen into the system’s trap, and in the end, they were wrong.

This familiar feeling reminded Bai Wan of the ghost ship dungeon.

It aligned perfectly with the typical style of the phantom game—deliberately misleading players with false clues.

“Let’s go. I think I’ve found the way to clear the ‘Letter’ dungeon, though it needs verification,” Bai Wan told Su Yue Ning.

She looked at him in surprise, unable to hold back, “I once read a book that said mental illness is just a quirky wiring of the brain, not a reduction of intelligence—sometimes even higher IQ than normal people. Turns out it’s true!”

Bai Wan: “...”

He noticed that this white-haired weirdo beside him had grown mischievous at some point.

“All right, let’s go. We’ve been in this dungeon long enough. It’s time for the final step.”

Bai Wan smiled as he stepped out of the store, with Su Yue Ning following behind.

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Since time was frozen inside the Skeleton Store, when the two left, they saw the massive phantom shadow outside was frozen in a crash, the large group of apparitions still suppressed by the Ice Archer team.

Bai Wan led Su Yue Ning away from the battlefield of plants and phantoms, jogging steadily to shake off the pursuers, eventually reaching the small stream from before.

He found Sun Qian and Wang Jian waiting by the truck.

“You finally made it! Let’s get going,” Sun Qian said joyfully upon seeing Bai Wan and the others emerge from the forest—after all, the keys were with Bai Wan; without them, they couldn’t start the truck.

Bai Wan nodded and quickly climbed into the vehicle, heading toward the small town.

As they distanced themselves from the forest, everyone exhaled in relief.

There were too many phantoms inside; without their mysterious “family,” they might have been wiped out in Xilin.

Truly terrifying—no wonder this was an unsolvable-level dungeon.

Sun Qian sat in the truck, looking at Bai Wan with a complex gaze, “Liu Tong, little brother, you’ve deceived me for so long—you’re actually that strongest newcomer family member...”

Bai Wan sighed helplessly, “Don’t blame me, brother. I did it to protect myself. You know my bounty ranking is high, so my situation is dangerous. It wasn’t intentional to lie. But yes, lying is wrong. I swear by my name, Liu Tong, I won’t lie again—otherwise, I’ll never have children.”

Sun Qian quickly waved his hands, “No, no, it’s not like that...”

He wiped the cold sweat from his brow. This Liu Tong really was ruthless.

Then Bai Wan told Sun Qian he wanted to verify a theory.

Sun Qian’s face brightened, hopeful that they might have found a way to clear the dungeon, and promised full cooperation.

It was already past eight o’clock—they had to finish before ten.

Bai Wan pressed the accelerator, speeding toward his sister’s house in town to ask about the general location of the Xinghai Art Museum, then hurried toward the neighboring county’s museum.

“Heading to the art museum?” Su Yue Ning asked curiously.

The female phantom’s letter had mentioned the Xinghai Art Museum—that was where Lin Yuan had hoped to exhibit the unfinished painting, Fantasy Land.

Bai Wan nodded, “Yes. If I’m right, the museum holds the final clue. If everything goes well, this will all be over...”

The Xinghai Art Museum was the key location in this dungeon...

Suddenly, Sun Qian’s expression changed as he looked through the rearview mirror.

On the back of the truck, besides Su Yue Ning and Wang Jian, there was a shadowy figure whose face was obscured.

At some unknown moment, this person had joined them inside, yet neither Su Yue Ning nor Wang Jian had noticed.