Global Game: I Can Choose Instance Rewards-Chapter 470 - 334: Departure, True Identity

Wang Zhifan watched as the little flying elephant wrapped its long trunk around his Sea God Meditation Ring, then it made incomprehensible murmuring sounds, seemingly chanting some difficult incantation.

This state lasted for five or six seconds before the little flying elephant returned the Sea God Meditation Ring to him, informing him that the transformation was complete.

"Transformed so quickly? You have quite the skill... How should I use it now?"

Although the other’s actions seemed rather playful, Wang Zhifan’s perception still captured a strong change in the mysterious power on the ring, so he tended to believe the little flying elephant had indeed done something to it.

"Adventurer, you only need to focus your Spiritual Power on the ring, and after a brief concentration, you will perceive a space. The rest is simple, no need for me to elaborate."

Seeing Wang Zhifan looking at it, the little flying elephant immediately answered smoothly without any pause.

"Alright, I’ll give it a try."

Seeing the operation was so foolproof, Wang Zhifan immediately put it into practice. He first focused his Spiritual Power on the transformed Sea God Meditation Ring, and sure enough, he quickly perceived a strange space closely linked to the ring. Then, he brought the black giant sword in his other hand close to the ring. With a burst of Spiritual Power, the black giant sword was stored inside, but after a pause of half a second, he took the giant sword out again and continued to hold it.

"What’s wrong, adventurer? Is the space I transformed in the ring not big enough?"

Seeing him operate like this, the little flying elephant immediately showed a puzzled expression.

"No, I just feel that holding the equipment might be more useful."

Wang Zhifan naturally wouldn’t say he didn’t trust this guy and didn’t want to use the ring in the tower, then urged it:

"Transaction complete, how do I get out?"

The little flying elephant didn’t seem to mind his reaction and immediately lifted its trunk, pointing to the other side of the hall, and replied:

"I’ve already opened the door for you. Passing through it will return you to the tower’s bottom entrance."

With its guidance, Wang Zhifan discovered that the passage entrance he had just walked into in this hall had somehow become a door—a brass door with no lock.

"Was this door really opened by you? Could it be the tower automatically unlocked it?"

Seeing this, he expressed some suspicion, as he hadn’t seen the little flying elephant make any movements to open the door.

"Think what you want, but please leave quickly! If you stay here too long, encountering other adventurers could be troublesome!"

The little flying elephant immediately urged with an indifferent tone, though its eyes betrayed a strong desire for him to leave.

Wang Zhifan ignored it, instead connecting his attention to the avatar he left on the lower level, the one he arranged to follow those mercenaries, pondering whether to return to the lower level and take a different route to redo the challenge.

Through his avatar, he saw that the mercenaries now numbered fewer than ten, and those still alive were battling fiercely with three opponents in an arena. One opponent wielded a bow and arrow, another used Magic, and the third could summon many insects, driving the mercenaries to the brink.

"This seems a bit like the second level I went through... Looks like the patterns of the tower have quite some repetitions."

Seeing this scene, Wang Zhifan lost the drive to challenge the tower again. He decisively stepped towards the brass door, opened it under the little flying elephant’s gaze, and walked through.

In an instant, he felt as if he returned to a corridor, seeing at its distant end an even larger brass door, half-open in a crevice.

"Indeed, back to the tower’s bottom, no wonder those people keep watch over the tower."

Wang Zhifan knew that more trouble might be brewing. Draped in a gray cloak, wielding the black giant sword, he walked forward, passing through the portal at the tower’s base.

As he anticipated, once exiting, he was met with a group surrounding the entrance—the subordinates of the nobles who had allowed him entry before.

"Someone’s coming out of the tower!"

One person watching the brass door saw him exit and immediately alerted the others, urging them all to position themselves to surround him.

"It’s you?! How can you come out so fast?!"

The armored knight leader appeared in front of him, riding a tall horse, showing an exceedingly astonished expression.

"Move aside, or don’t blame me for being impolite."

Wang Zhifan anticipated this situation, yet his expression showed some impatience as he issued a stern warning.

The knight leading the blockade did not yield as they had when he entered the tower. Instead, his astonishment turned to a grim look, and he fixed his eyes on the black giant sword in Wang Zhifan’s hand, asking:

"Is that weapon from within the tower?"

Seeing the knight recognize the weapon, Wang Zhifan immediately retorted:

"So what if it is?"

To his surprise, the knight’s face flushed red, and he quickly urged his horse closer, loudly demanding:

"Hand it over! The Duke needs it!"

"Get lost! This is mine! Have your men clear the path!"

Wang Zhifan raised the sword and swung it down. Although he deliberately didn’t hit the knight leader, the sword’s swing created a gust of wind that forced the approaching knight back.

However, unexpectedly, even after such a warning, the knight leader in front remained fervent, undeterred by the danger. He turned to his men and shouted: