ATPnovel Chapter 4 doesn't have basic attacks; you need to charge up your attacks.
Chapter 4 doesn't have basic attacks; you need to charge up your attacks.
On the lawn next to the outpost, three players are experiencing the most bizarre "physical training" of their lives.
"GM said this thing is a blue snail?"
The roasted whole lamb, carrying a wooden stick, stared at the creature in front of it, which was the size of a washbasin and had a bright blue spiral shell on its back.
"It is indeed a bit strange, but if you turn the blue snail in the 2D game into a real-life version, its design is not bad."
The blue snail is moving across the grass at an extremely slow pace, looking quite endearing.
However, as it approached the whole roasted lamb, it suddenly opened its mouth full of fine teeth and let out an extremely sharp hiss.
"Get it!" the agent shouted, charging forward first.
"Bang bang!"
The heavy wooden stick slammed down on the blue spiral shell, but only produced a dull thud.
A faint blue sheen appeared on the snail's shell, and the tapping seemed to encounter an invisible shield that neutralized most of the force.
"That shouldn't be the case?" The agent was stunned; it felt like he had hit solid rubber. "I never felt this hard when I was a kid."
"Woof!"
George paced anxiously nearby. As a hunting dog, it had a natural sense of smell for its prey's weaknesses.
It suddenly accelerated, its body like a gray arrow, and leaped to the side the instant it approached the blue snail, its slender mouth precisely pressing against the gap where the snail's shell and soft flesh met.
The blue snail trembled violently, and its originally vibrant blue light dimmed considerably in an instant.
"I understand!"
The climbing snail, observing from behind, noticed something amiss. "This game is hardcore; it doesn't take normal attacks! Look at what the agent just did—that must have been a miss. At that rate, it might take dozens of hits to finish him off. It has hidden charge-up mechanics and weakness mechanics!"
He took a deep breath, slightly parted his feet, lowered his center of gravity, and mimicked the posture of swinging a baseball bat in real life, gathering all his strength in his arms.
The wooden stick drew an arc in the air and slammed into the gap that George had created with a whooshing sound.
"Bang!"
A crisp popping sound.
The blue snail's once indestructible shell suddenly cracked in several places, and its entire body went limp and died.
"Two hits! A charged attack only takes two hits!" The snail's face contorted with excitement. "Each of our attacks is actually quantified, but what determines the value is our striking technique and accuracy! This game is seriously hardcore!"
On a distant high platform, Lynn stood with his hands behind his back, silently observing everything.
"Saint..." Old Lucas stood to the side, his voice still trembling slightly, "These warriors... they seem to be enjoying the fight with the monsters? And that spirit beast, it's actually guiding them?"
Lynn watched the whole roasted lamb, which was frantically posing and struggling to grab a snail, and said calmly, "They're not fighting, they're calibrating. Lucas, that's the power of outsiders; they can quickly figure out the operating logic of this world through repeated failures."
Old Lucas nodded as if he understood, his awe for this saint who could command "weirdos" and "spirit beasts" growing ever stronger.
Two and a half hours later, the battle came to an end.
The three returned to the outpost, drenched in sweat. George was also panting heavily. Their backpacks were filled with various snail shell fragments and corpses, as well as some mushroom caps and mushroom spores.
Despite being physically exhausted, his eyes were filled with the fervor of someone who had "successfully cleared the level."
"GM, mission complete." The agent wiped away sweat, his eyes fixed on Lynn. "What's the reward? Is there any reward for completing the mission?"
Lynn's heart skipped a beat.
Why do we need a reward?
That makes sense. According to the logic of normal games, there will definitely be rewards for completing tasks.
These players are unlike me; everything they do is for survival.
This world is just a game to them.
But the system didn't give him anything else besides that white hat; he's completely broke now.
Lynn remained calm and spoke without changing his expression: "In view of your excellent performance, the system has established [Credit Score] accounts in your consciousness dimension."
Lynn's tone was calm, full of the composure of a big boss: "Climbing Snail, Roasted Whole Lamb Ah-en, Czech Public Agent, George, your four points have been credited to your accounts."
You cannot see the physical currency at present, but please believe that these credit points are your only passport to Pearl Harbor in the future. In that port full of miracles, every credit point can be exchanged for unimaginable treasures.
"Oh... tokens, I get it. Virtual currency from the closed beta and internal testing periods. It should be able to be exchanged for real goods later." Snail looked like he knew a lot. "As long as you keep track of it, GM."
Just as Lynn was about to announce the disbandment, the agent suddenly looked at the sky and his expression changed.
"Um... GM, something's urgent." The agent pointed to the sky. "We've been here for about four or five hours. It's dark here now, but it should be getting light in the real world soon, right? How do we... log out of this world?"
The three of them turned to look at Lynn.
If I don't log off and catch up on sleep in time, I might suddenly die at my desk at work tomorrow.
Lynn thought to herself: How the hell am I supposed to know how to quit? I've been here for three months already!
But he is, after all, the administrator of this world, and for the players, he is now playing the role of a newbie guide.
If you were to say something like, "He doesn't really understand," at that moment...
Okay, it's just a thought, but we should still come up with an explanation anyway.
"The arrival of consciousness is nothing but a dream." Lynn turned away, leaving them with an enigmatic silhouette.
"Close your eyes and focus your thoughts. Imagine your consciousness returning to that shell filled with steel and neon lights. When your thoughts are firm enough, the gravity of reality will naturally pull you back."
"Is it that idealistic?" the roasted whole lamb muttered, and was the first to try closing its eyes, frantically chanting in its mind, "I want to log off, I want to sleep."
What happened next made Lynn's eyelids twitch wildly.
There was no dazzling holy light, nor any dissipation effect.
The whole roasted lamb swayed violently, then, like a machine suddenly losing power, it fell straight backward with a thud. Next came the agent, then the snail.
The three people lay scattered on the ground like corpses, their souls seemingly ripped out.
"Just like that... logged off?" Lynn's lips twitched slightly.
Old Lucas was startled and asked in a trembling voice, "Saint, have the warriors...died?"
"No, they just went back." Lynn sighed, looked at the three "dead men" on the ground, and waved his hand. "Lucas, find some villagers and carry them to the cabin in the back. Don't let them catch a cold here; we'll need them to get up and continue hunting monsters tomorrow."
The outpost returned to silence.
Only George went over and sniffed the roasted whole lamb's face, then gave it an extremely disgusted look, returned to its cushion, and let out a long yawn.
Lynn sat in a lounge chair and opened the system's backend interface.
[Current accumulated energy points: 150 points.]
Energy points?
So when players kill monsters, I also get rewards.
But what can you do with these energy points?