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Chapter 563 Special Test
Word count: 1668 · Updated: October 16, 2025
Chapter 563 Special Test
He appeared on his own, said a lot of things, and then disappeared on his own.
No, is He sick?
Just watching Aha disappear, Claire shrugged his shoulders, saying nothing and doing nothing.
Although he couldn't do anything.
Shaking his head, Crane placed his left hand on his chest and began to feel the mask within his body.
It seems no different from before, and I haven't noticed where the so-called blessing lies.
No new abilities were gained, and his status was not elevated.
Even the appearance of the mask has not changed.
I have no idea what the Joyful Star God did.
After a few seconds, Crane put down his hand and turned to look at a door that had appeared not far away.
It was a blue, swirling door floating in mid-air, representing the entrance to the next dimension.
Crane sighed helplessly, took a step forward and walked into the door.
To be honest, he felt it was tiring to talk to the Joyful Star God.
After all, I have no idea what he is thinking or what he wants to do, and I have no idea what he means by what he says.
But he was just an ordinary "half sequence zero", so there was no need to guess what the Star God was thinking.
Walking through the vortex-shaped door, the familiar feeling of dizziness passed by quickly without causing much impact on Crane.
The surrounding environment has been transformed into a spacious room full of technology.
The spacious room was the size of two football fields, with a ceiling that looked like a starry sky and a floor made of metal of an unknown material.
The black tower doll, wearing a purple lolita dress and a pointed wizard hat, is in the center of the venue. Judging from her facial expression, she seems to be in a very happy mood.
A teleportation portal appeared not far from the black tower doll. Crane walked out from behind the portal, his gaze lingering on the top of the small black tower for a while.
Clain had seen this little black tower doll before, but he remembered that the doll's hat should be a black beret.
But that doesn't matter. It's a doll, and the clothes are not welded to the body. You can change them at any time.
"Oh, it's you again." The Black Tower puppet crossed its arms. "You just saw the simulated Star God, right?"
Those purple eyes looked at Crane, but Crane had an inexplicable feeling that she was not looking at him.
He was about to speak, but Heita had no intention of listening to him and continued talking on his own.
"You've done well. And I'm in a very good mood today too." Heita snapped his fingers. "I've given you access to all the collections in this database. Take whatever you want, no need to thank me."
Rows of data shelves appeared before Crane.
Seeing that Black Tower had no intention of negotiating, Crane did not bother himself.
He shifted his gaze from Little Black Tower's face to the data shelf in front of him. Following his spiritual intuition, he picked up a random item from the shelf.
This is a black and purple booklet with a purple flower on it.
This was a competition answer booklet that once circulated on a small scale within the Black Tower space station, partially reproduced from Black Tower's childhood manuscripts. Simply flipping through it, one is struck by the pages filled with inscrutable numbers and formulas, and plunged into a long period of self-doubt.
It is said that any section member who can independently solve any of the puzzles will have the opportunity to meet with the great Lady Black Tower. Although no one has been able to prove the truth of the rumor to date, this puzzle book was still highly sought after by fans upon its release, becoming a rare and rare collection.
Crane flipped through it casually and found that he couldn't understand what it said at all.
This is normal, after all, it is a manuscript of genius.
However, it seems that this strange object is not just for reading, it also contains a message.
A thought came to Crane's mind, and he blurted it out:
"I want to take the special test."
Hearing this, Little Black Tower raised his head and looked at Clay: "Oh, you are so active today?"
"Alright, this is a good opportunity to verify the stability of the new program. And this so-called... True God Sequence Zero of yours."
The Black Tower effortlessly created a strange mass of data, and a phantom appeared before Crane.
"Don't be careless, this test is quite intense."
After saying that, the little black tower disappeared, leaving only Crane and the "plunderer" in front of him with two swords in his arms looking at each other in bewilderment.
This is the enemy Crane faces in the boss room when he first enters the simulation.
A humanoid figure, clad in armor, with translucent double swords extending from its arms.
Crane looked at the pawn in some confusion.
Although... I was indeed beaten badly the first time I entered the simulation...
Uh...but she wouldn't think that I haven't made any progress in all this time, would she?
Crane muttered to himself.
As soon as Crane finished mumbling, he felt a spiritual prompt, which made him look up at the ceiling decorated with stars.
Then he saw a hand.
A huge but white hand.
The fingers are slender and the nails are slightly longer. The whole palm looks very beautiful, but it is a little inexplicably pale.
As the hand appeared, dense red lines like a puzzle appeared on the ceiling.
At this time, just a light touch will break the puzzle.
She took down a few puzzle pieces from the starry ceiling and let them fall into the spacious space.
These puzzle pieces fell onto the field, some turning into pawns, and some turning into winged doomsday beasts that looked like Western dragons.
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The hand was very beautiful, but Crane didn't have time to focus on it.
As the number of pawns and doom beasts on the field gradually increased, Crane could feel their strength increasing synchronously.
They gave Klein a strange feeling, not like soldiers, but more like dancers at a ball, linked together by a conductor. Although they seemed to be surrounding Klein, it felt more like a grand banquet.
The sound of the Black Tower rang out again, directly in Crane's ears.
"Since you dare to call yourselves gods, it should be okay for me to make things a little more difficult for you, right?"
"Haha, won't you introduce it to me first? After all, this is my first time trying a special test." Klein still kept a smile on his face while reaching his hand into the mist of history.
"That's right. Then I'll explain it to you in person." Heita seemed to like Klein as his "experimental subject" and was willing to spend more time with him.
"You should know, right? Nanook, the Star God of Destruction. He casts a glance upon powerful creatures on various worlds that harbor destructive impulses, imprints their mark upon them, and grants them power."
"I thought He was going to just rain destruction," Crane said.
"No one knows what the Star Gods are thinking. It is foolish to use mortal thoughts to spy on the Star Gods." said the Black Tower.
After saying that, she continued to add.
"Among them, the Lord of Annihilation is both the Star God's messenger and the executor of the will of destruction; he is also an artist of war and a weapon of ultimate purity."
"They are obsessed with the beauty of destruction and adhere to the principle of entropy. They command wars across the stars and wield the destructive power bestowed by the Star Destroyer."
"Oh." Crane sighed as he looked at the army before him, which had reached a certain size and stopped growing, remaining motionless. "So you want me to challenge an Envoy?"
"Don't worry, I don't have such bad taste." Heita replied.
"Although this is a special test, I won't make it too difficult for you. You just need to deal with this army."
"Really? That sounds a lot easier." Crane smiled, a mask appearing on his face.
At the same time, pull your hands out of the mist of history.
There was an extra item in his hand.
This is a kind of popsicle from his hometown before he traveled through time. It is very classic and is called Shattered Ice.
It is also the rare item that Crane used when entering the DLC.
The effect of Paradise Shattered Ice is that it allows him to obtain all the blessings of fate in all simulated universes.
For ancient scholars, anything once owned could be retrieved and used anytime, anywhere. There was no need to worry about losing or damaging an item; even a disposable item could be used multiple times.
Just like last time, Crane melted the shattered ice with flames and then directly grafted it into his mouth, like drinking a cup of warm sugar water from the air.
Colorful special light effects appeared on his body, indicating that a series of blessings were bestowed upon him.
Although he no longer lacks offensive means, and Fateful Echo is no longer of much use to him, the percentage increase in stats is still very useful.
Ever since Crane put on the mask, Black Tower remained silent and didn't say another word.
But Crane could sense at that moment that the test had begun, for he inexplicably felt the harmonic imaginary energy within his body becoming active, and the insects that made up his body becoming restless.
Blisters sprouted from his body, each containing a mutated "spiritual worm." They each faced the faces of Zhou Mingrui, Clean Moretti, German Sparrow, Dwayne Dantès, and Merlin Hermes, struggling to escape.
It seemed as if he wanted to join the grand celebration before him and feel the billions and billions of dirty hearts heading towards irreversible death.
Crane's thoughts quickly became confused, and his entire spirit body seemed to be torn apart by an invisible blade.
This extermination warrior seemed to have embarked on multiple destinies like him and was very good at using [harmony].
It is a kind of consonance that is polluting and destructive.
A beam of light penetrated Crane's body, quickly turning him into a thin paper figure.
But Cline's voice resounded directly in the air, magnificent and filling every corner of the venue.
"Here [harmony] weakens, [joy] increases."
The next moment, Crane appeared right above the legion, his left hand shrouded in golden light, as if holding a golden light bulb.
Orderly, grand, yet invisible and silent "Voices of Order" floated out from his hands.
This was the power of order accumulated over time in the Trønsost Brass Book, which Sunday obtained when Crane summoned him during the Beckland Great Fog.
As Crane's orders were issued, the Legion's morale could be felt to have noticeably declined.
Crane himself was also affected to a certain extent, after all, he was indeed a destiny walker of the same harmony.
But the enhancement of [Joy] made up for this very well. The mask on his face even ignored the limitation of uniqueness and cooperated with the other blessings to directly help him borrow some deception, some mistakes and some authority of the door from the future.
Including Sefirah Castle, he seemed to have become a "Lord of Lesser Mysteries" to some extent at this moment, becoming half of the Old One.
Crane faced the Legion's long-range bombardment without resistance, allowing the bomb, made of an unknown material, to explode on him, creating a gravitational wave that instantly engulfed and crushed his body.
He took advantage of this time and used part of the gate's authority to create a seal, unfolding a maze of time and space above his head, separating the pawns in the field from the white hand outside the ceiling.
Then, a brilliant door stained with a hint of blue-black suddenly appeared right below the time and space maze.
The light gate was composed of countless layers of overlapping light balls, and the body of each light ball was a pile of twisted worms huddled together. Some of those worms were transparent, and some were translucent. They carried symbols and patterns that were either complex and difficult to describe or profound in meaning.
The appearance of this light gate completely blocked out the white and slender palm.
The gravitational waves in the air dissipated, leaving behind only a dead pawn squeezed into a sphere the size of a fist.
While being caught by the gravitational waves, Crane stole the fate of a Predator pawn, switching places with it.
Ding!
A series of bells rang out, as if from the distant past.
In the army, a "virtual pawn" transformed into an ancient, rusted stone wall clock. On the clock, the time-worm-like hand, ignoring the rule of jumping forward one space every second, jumped forward several spaces, as if erasing several seconds of time.