Ke Mi screamed as if her lungs were bursting and her eyes began to glow red. She punched her zither a few times and subsequently the side of the truck. At this point, her hand instinctively moved to play the zither, which caused both Mr Hot and Ms Cold to gradually fall under her control with each pluck of the zither.

"Wow, I have never seen this particular scene actually play out before. This is the first time someone has triggered this scene." Jin watched on closely as Ke Mi went into a fit of rage. He knew that all of the rage was scripted in the Dungeon Maker but he still felt it was exceedingly realistic. The scripts were based on the choices that Jin had selected. The Dungeon Maker would use the scenes to script appropriate actions for the monsters to take.

Jin was not too worried about how Ke Mi was reacting. She was not acting either as she was really in pain during the process of this particular dungeon. Jin remembered that the System had told him that all these were just copies of the real monsters. Anything positive or negative they learnt from this particular instance would merely be summarised as experience for them. Once, he was so worried that he went to their home instance to ask how they were.

Despite his care, the monsters thought that Jin was overreacting since everything was fine. Eventually, he found out that the System did not 'export' the whole experience to the monsters. It merely played it back to them, much like watching a first person movie, so that the monsters could learn what had gone wrong or what could be improved. Jin could only sigh at the marvels of the System. If only the System was capable of rewind time so that Jin could make multiple choices and pick the best one among them. However, life did not work that way and he could only accept the choice he had made and move forth.

"Princess, this is bad." Ku Wai did not bother with the wheelchair anymore and immediately carried her to safety. But was there really a safe place around them? They were in the middle of a clearing that was deep in the jungle. The ancient treant was in control of the environment and there was no one other than themselves.

"So the rest of the Enlightened troupe was blood contracted by the Treant too?" Yang Ling was confused by the sudden turn of events. "So why did the Treant make the Sand Witch attack the troupe? To confuse us?" Yang Ling could not help but question the weirdness of this particular instance. Everything was done to confuse them.

"If you think about the dungeon instance name... Don't you think it makes some sense?" Ku Wai, who was usually a muscle-head, tried to voice out his own comprehension of this particular dungeon.

"What do you mean?" Yang Ling could not wrap her head around it as Ku Wai dodged a fire blast attack from Mr Hot. She then saw that the wyrm ants were carrying Ke Mi on their back while climbing out of the crashed lorry.

"That Treant is the conductor, the lead, or something like that. The rest of the musical troupe are all playing their roles to drag us into the scene. We were being played by them all along." Ku Wai used his battered shield claw to block an ice shard but it broke upon impact.

"So you are saying that we were just playing to their tune?" Yang Ling questioned as Ku Wai raced through the thickets.

"Mmhm. This jungle is their theat