Global Game: I Can Choose Instance Rewards-Chapter 579 - 388: Promises and Curses

In the following few seconds, Wang Zhifan observed through his avatar that Zhong Wei, who was holding the Filthy Holy Grail, showed continuous changes in expression. First suspicion, then suddenly a bit of surprise, followed by shock as if he had seen something that shattered his understanding.

"Is there really such a magical supernatural artifact in the world?! Tower Master, where did you get this thing? Why have I never heard of an object possessing supernatural abilities in the past twenty years?"

At this moment, Zhong Wei finally couldn’t hold it in anymore. As a researcher, he had a keen interest in things beyond his understanding, to the point that he momentarily forgot to focus on the current priorities.

"Regarding this, all I can say is that it’s a temporary secret, and I can’t say much... but rest assured, in at most a month’s time, I will tell you everything, and by then, you will have all your doubts completely resolved."

Wang Zhifan replied with a mysterious tone, without explaining anything about players, instances, or rewards on the spot. Even though the extraordinary game never prohibited players from disclosing these matters to instance natives, he, like other players, was unwilling to spend much effort on this topic.

Of course, Wang Zhifan was not deceiving Zhong Wei, as he indeed planned to clarify everything at the end of the instance, not only out of a habit of fulfilling promises but also as a personal verification concerning the instance.

"A month later? Why not sooner? Is this timing special?"

Zhong Wei couldn’t help but feel more puzzled. He didn’t expect his powerful and mysterious friend to say everything, but he could always find some strange aspects in his words.

However, Wang Zhifan directly interrupted this topic, starting, "Now is not the time to talk about this. Have you found those two enemies yet?"

"Oh! I saw them on a plane, probably heading to Ya City. We can take the underground passage and quietly go to Ya City to find them."

Reminded by Wang Zhifan, Zhong Wei finally returned to the main issue at hand. He reacted quickly, not only determining the enemies’ whereabouts through the Filthy Holy Grail but also devised the follow-up plan.

But at this moment, it was Wang Zhifan’s turn to be a bit dumbfounded because he had no idea where Ya City was or what kind of place it was.

Seeing this, Zhong Wei provided an explanation, telling him that Ya City was a famous large city in this world, over a thousand kilometers away from their current location, possessing the highest technology, most population, and strongest defense on the wastelands. The Life Line Organization even established a research base there, albeit small, due to the expensive and hard-to-acquire land.

"What are those two guys doing in such a place? Are they trying to leverage other forces for protection?"

Wang Zhifan couldn’t help but make this inference after hearing this. Originally, he thought the enemies would hide in a secret location that would make them hard to find, but they went to a crowded place.

"It’s likely so. Knowing they can’t defeat me directly, they must resort to other crooked methods. Had I known, I would have crushed them with supernatural power from the start."

From Zhong Wei’s answer, it could be seen that the other two Life Line leaders wanting to resolve him was likely related to him being too young and strong-willed, making them feel their status was threatened, hence they used a nuclear bomb while he got injured at the Black Tower.

And Wang Zhifan started pondering at this time as the situation developed more complexly, making him want to use some shortcuts to deal with opponents, even though he initially intended to take revenge personally.

"This is too troublesome, let’s keep it simple... I’ll curse them to death using the Grail."

With that said, Wang Zhifan controlled his avatar to retrieve the Filthy Holy Grail from Zhong Wei’s hand, then used the power of the Demon Scroll to bring it back to his original self. Then, in the Black Tower, he personally began releasing the curse.

"Are you sure the enemies are the silver-haired old man and the hooked-nosed middle-aged man you found?"

Before acting, he confirmed the targets through his avatar and Zhong Wei, as the possessor of the Filthy Holy Grail, he could track the marks left by other users, thus pinpointing past targets.

"Yes... but can this Grail really kill? Although those two old things can’t surpass me, they aren’t ordinary people. One is fully embedded with top-level Mecha, and the other looks like a person but is a monster. Ordinary attacks won’t kill them."

Perhaps doubting the curse-killing method Wang Zhifan spoke of, Zhong Wei specially reminded Wang Zhifan at this moment.

"I already observed them in my vision, and indeed their situation is not simple... But I have to give it a try."

Wang Zhifan’s avatar immediately responded, while his original self was carefully observing through the target vision established by the Grail, finding that what Zhong Wei said was true.

Currently, he saw both targets in a luxurious cabin of a small airplane, with only them and two female attendants inside. The silver-haired old man was dozing off on the sofa, while the hooked-nosed middle-aged man was browsing something on a laptop, occasionally tapping the keyboard.

Upon strengthening the Grail’s power for a close inspection, it was found that the silver-haired old man’s body was not entirely flesh. His aged skin was made of biomimetic material, his bones entirely special metal, and his heart partially a technological creation, giving the impression of a semi-mechanical bionic human.

The hooked-nosed middle-aged man was completely different, as he had no non-biological parts, yet did not resemble a normal human.

Because his body was filled with many non-human organs and special structures, for instance, Wang Zhifan sensed that instead of a heart, his chest contained a complex organ resembling an unknown biological brain, and his vascular system was simplified, seemingly able to maintain bodily functions without a full blood circulation.

"It’s a pity they are too far from the avatar, otherwise, I could use the Demon Scroll to project ice power to kill them instantly. Now I can only try the Filthy Holy Grail’s curse."

Wang Zhifan contemplated, regretting that the current conditions were not optimal, otherwise he could easily dispose of these natives who altered themselves into bizarre forms.

In terms of using the Demon Scroll, every time its power or object projection requires first manipulating the scroll’s power phantom to reach the location, and although the phantom can change into an entirely ethereal state, appearing almost non-existent to outsiders, it indeed requires reaching the target location first to channel Wang Zhifan’s power.

This limits the range of power projection, either Wang Zhifan controls the not-so-slow Demon Scroll phantom to go there, or relies on the scroll’s space-crossing ability to take shortcuts through key nodes.

For instance, Wang Zhifan’s avatar currently serves as such a node, enabling the scroll phantom to directly cross space to arrive, without having to move back and forth each time to employ its effect.

"Maximum strength curse!"

Finally, with the target confirmed, Wang Zhifan activated the curse power of the Filthy Holy Grail, subjecting the two enemies to dark energy’s corruption, stepping into an irreversible monster transformation process.

Once, he used such a method to eliminate an NPC across a considerable distance in mere seconds within an instance, and this time it was expected to have an effect.

However, the effect would inevitably differ, as the previous target was merely an ordinary person, while these two were entirely different cases.

In every way, they transcended the level of ordinary humans, one might even say they represented a new form of life.

"Ah!"

"Doctor! Quickly, get a doctor!"

"My head hurts so much!"

...

In the small luxurious cabin, the hooked-nosed middle-aged man was the first to react after suffering from the curse, seemingly unaware of what happened, only thinking he had suddenly fallen ill.

But the silver-haired old man displayed relative composure. Although his slightly distorted face showed he was also enduring great pain, he didn’t think he was ill, quickly standing up from the sofa with gleaming eyes, searching for a potential hidden enemy.

"Do these two have such high curse resistance?"

Upon witnessing the scene, Wang Zhifan was momentarily dumbfounded, realizing that the Grail’s curse this time might not instantly kill his enemies.