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Meanwhile, the tomato sauce jar in Zuo Chengan's hands dissolved into a streak of light, diving straight into his mind.
[Mu Zhou Brand Tomato Sauce]Â Â
[Category: Recipe]Â Â
[Ingredients: Fragrant Tomato Ă1, White Sugar Ă1, Electro Honey Ă1âŚ] Â
[Description: The most popular sauce across the Heavenly Tower! No one can resist its charm! Perhaps it could make a great gift.]
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Wait, the recipe calls for Fragrant Tomatoes? Not Howling Tomatoes?
Could it be that after taking over the farm, Red-Eye secretly altered the tomato sauce recipe?
Seeing Zuo Chengan had already acquired the formula, Red-Eye realized it was too late. The recipe, capable of generating immense wealth, was now lost!
Fortunately, the one who obtained it was just a player. Even if they risked everything to mass-produce it, they could never match the hourly output of its production lines.
If Red-Eye could pin down this player and permanently block the formula from spreading further, peace could still be salvaged.
But not within the confines of the farm dungeon. Players who have completed their tasks can leave mission-based dungeons at any time.
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Inside the warehouse, Zuo Chengan remained utterly calm. He had completed his mission, and Red-Eye had no valid reason to attack him.
If it intended to, it would have acted the moment the tin can was discovered, rather than enticing him into a trade.
Perhaps there were additional restrictions besides "No unprovoked harm to players," such as "No stealing from players" or "No interfering with normal dungeon progression."
Red-Eye could only watch helplessly as the tin can turned into a streak of light and vanished.
The tomato sauce produced on the farm, marketed as a bestseller in the Tower of Ascension, brought substantial profits.
To expand production, Red-Eye had uprooted all crops except tomatoes and replaced them with the higher-yielding Howling Tomato variety.
Although some consumers complained the sauce wasn't as flavorful as before, Red-Eye dismissed it as a necessary trade-off for quantity. The explanation sufficed to quell further complaints.
"You little brat! I oversee more dungeons than you can imagine! Next time, you'd better pray not to fall into one of mine again!"
With that, Red-Eye stormed off toward other parts of the farm, ready to vent its frustration on players who had yet to complete their tasks.
Of course, it secretly hoped Zuo Chengan would select one of its dungeons next.
Zuo Chengan understood this as the infamous Red-Eye Grudge. It was like how a trivial spat between a couple could escalate into disproportionately difficult challenges.
Any future encounter with a Red-Eye-hosted dungeon would likely involve an exceptionally troublesome mission.
But Zuo Chengan wasn't bothered. He would handle challenges as they came. Completing the special task brought rewards that far outweighed offending a minor game boss.
Besides, Red-Eye might be a formidable foe for unascended players, but to higher-tier playersâlike those of the 3rd Heavenly Ascensionâit was hardly a threat.
The fact that it had already been reduced to around 40% of its health was proof enough. If its power were truly overwhelming, it wouldn't be in such a pitiful state.
Even gods, once exposed with a health bar, are nothing more than difficult bosses. A rabbit brought to half-health by 3rd Heavenly Ascension players? That's nothing!
Far from being intimidated by Red-Eye's threats, Zuo Chengan found new motivation to grow stronger. With both tasks completed, he could exit the dungeon at any time.
His gaze landed on Mo Dou, who was panting and staring at him with an almost pleading look. Suddenly, a thought struck him: the 21st sheep on the farm had reverted to a dog.
This meant Red-Eye's claim of "21 sheep on the farm" was no longer valid.
Would the game cancel the task, recalculate it based on new data, or simply stick with Red-Eye's earlier statement?
As he pondered this serious question, Mo Dou seemed to sense something and bolted toward the sheep pen.
Zuo Chengan followed without hesitation.
In the game, humanity formed a collective interest, united against two common enemies: dungeon bosses and the sinister audience lurking behind their ever-watching eyes, who delighted in human suffering.
As comrades in arms, players helped each other when no personal interests were at stake.
Besides, Wang Guangfei had just broken up with his girlfriend. To die single would be too tragic for him.
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After the earthquake within the dungeon, surviving players were shocked to find the dungeon's name had changed!
From Uncle Red-Eye's Farm to Uncle Mu Zhou's Farm.
A dungeon's name could change?
Mo Dou raced down the farm's paths, its legs moving with newfound purpose. Before the dungeon's name change, it had lived in a fog, devoid of self-awareness, even believing it truly was a sheep.
It had only vague memories of rejecting the role of a dungeon boss, preferring to exist as an ordinary NPC without sentience.
Days blurred together in monotonyâgrazing, walking, grazing again.
But today, its mind had cleared as if polished to a mirror's shine, prompting it to take actions it had never considered before.
It leaped from the sheep pen and dashed to the warehouse, seemingly drawn to a hidden treasure.
The dungeonâs name change lifted the weight from its heart. Freed from its past, only one emotion remained: a burning hatred for Red-Eye, a hatred fueled by a desire to kill.
Mo Dou, however, was a clever herding dog. Understanding that, as an NPC, it could not defeat a dungeon boss on its own, it realized that to eliminate Red-Eye, it would need the players' help.
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Elsewhere, the twin sisters exchanged a glance but made no moves.
Compared to the couple's task, theirs was far more straightforwardâwell within the expected difficulty of a trial.
Given their strength, they had completed all tasks well before the deadline. But as the sun dipped below the horizon, Red-Eye had yet to show up.
Had it been delayed by something? Was it occupied with the players who had failed their tasks?
The sisters hesitated but ultimately decided to remain at their assigned location.
In cooperative dungeons, players rarely worked as one. In solo-task dungeons, collaboration was even less likely.
Everyone fended for themselvesâno room for complaints.
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Near the warehouse, Youyou trembled uncontrollably, terror etched across her face as she stared at the rabbit before her.
For the first time, she realized that the creature she'd always thought of as fluffy and harmlessâa pet-store staple or a stew ingredientâcould be so horrifying.
Unbeknownst to her, failing her task meant the game's protection was revoked, exposing her to Red-Eye's true form.
Its formerly innocent rabbit face vanished, replaced by rows of razor-sharp teeth capable of opening a full 180 degreesâlike its skull had been split in two.
Its blood-red eyes radiated a maddening aura, making her head spin and ears buzz with a deafening hum.