Mystery makes me strong

Chapter 2723 Change the Stage

In the church camp, people were discussing the issue heatedly.

Unlike before, now they have smiles on their faces.

"Finally made it." An Asian man sighed.

"Yes, looking back on those terrifying days, it was simply not like a life for a human being," said another black man.

"What a pity for my family and friends, they didn't get to see this day."

"That's not necessarily true. I heard that some people's talent is resurrection."

Everyone was chatting and laughing while eating hot soup and hot pot.

These are things that were absolutely impossible to do before.

Because most of the warehouses were trapped in the fog area.

Few people have the ability to explore there.

But now, no one cares at all.

It can be said that the player template is one of the best cheats to fight against the doomsday world.

Zhang Meng also sat by the campfire, his eyes jumping like the flames.

Unlike others, he understood the essence of this god.

That's an unreliable little girl.

Don’t think that everyone is very happy now because there is a player template plug-in.

If one day that little girl gets unhappy and takes back everyone’s support, that would be the end of the world.

At this moment, Zhang Meng felt mixed emotions.

This is the sadness of being in the lower class but having an enlightened mind:

Heart is higher than the sky, life is thinner than paper.

I have no control over my destiny, but I know the whole story.

If you are ignorant and numb, you can have a short-lived happiness like these people.

He decided to become strong quickly, escape from this doomsday world, and return to the normal world.

Or completely grasp the essence of power.

In his opinion, whether it is the power that was awakened before or the current player template plug-in, they are all external things and are powers that he cannot create himself.

Then it does not belong to oneself.

So he began to think about how to fight monsters in a more unique way.

He knew that the traditional fighting style lacked novelty and would not be very helpful in attracting the attention of the gods.

But how to kill monsters in a funny way is also a topic.

At this time, many people were discussing the same thing as him.

"How do you think it would be more interesting to kill monsters?"

"It should be a cat and mouse approach."

"Clear the grassland."

"Brother Sun."

They are all talking about some animation methods.

Of course, it is difficult to expect them to think from scratch.

At this time, someone asked: "Why don't you learn clown?"

Zhang Meng's mind moved, and he then patiently learned the clown's skills.

He borrowed some old clown costumes and props from a survivor in the camp.

He put on a colorful costume, a funny hat, and exaggerated makeup.

He practiced various funny expressions and movements in front of the mirror, trying to make himself look more ridiculous.

He knew that this was not just for fun, but a tactic.

He hoped that this way, he would appear funny enough when killing monsters.

And he also had to pretend to make a lot of mistakes.

Then kill the monster in a mistake.

This requires him to be very skilled and strong.

He needed to attack unexpectedly.

He then began practicing at camp, imitating the clown's steps and gestures, and even tried some juggling skills, such as tossing a ball and spinning a plate.

……

Zhang Meng's approach is effective.

Xiao Huan was hiding aside and watching Zhang Meng practice, with curiosity and interest flashing in her eyes.

As time went on, Zhang Meng developed more and more fancy ways to kill monsters.

He learned how to hide weapons in the clown's props, how to confuse the monster with his antics, and then suddenly deliver a fatal blow.

He even invented some special traps that look like the Joker's toys but are actually deadly weapons.

Wen Rensheng's gaze also turned over. He had to admit that once the human brain was forced into a desperate situation, it would naturally show its power.

During a live combat exercise, Zhang Meng demonstrated his new skills.

He used a huge colorful ball to attract the attention of a group of goblins. When the goblins approached curiously, he suddenly pulled out a sharp sword from the ball.

With a peculiar twirling dance, they were quickly disposed of.

It makes people look extremely funny.

Another time, he captured a giant spider monster using a seemingly harmless clown box trap.

He started a love affair with a spider, and when the spider monster tried to eat him, he pretended to be scared, but sharp blades suddenly popped out of the box and cut the spider monster into pieces.

Xiao Huan watched Zhang Meng's performance and she laughed so hard that she fell over.

She had never seen such a funny yet effective fighting style, which made her look at Zhang Meng with new eyes.

As Zhang Meng's comedy performance becomes more and more proficient.

He began to use these techniques in real combat.

The monsters were confused by his antics and often suffered fatal blows without knowing it.

Zhang Meng's fighting style not only improves the efficiency of the battle, but also makes the battle more interesting.

Xiao Huan was very satisfied with Zhang Meng's performance. She thought it was an effective way to please the gods.

So she decided to give the other party a little reward.

As a result, Zhang Meng obtained a super skill: virtualization.

Whenever being attacked, the body will become weak to avoid being hurt.

Able to resist both mental and physical attacks.

Because this is equivalent to him going to another space.

This is definitely a very powerful way of protection.

……

As time went by, Zhang Meng's funny fighting style won everyone's laughter and admiration.

His fame grew in the city.

People often call him "Meng Ge" or "Meng Shen".

But in this joyful atmosphere, a complex emotion surged in the heart of his guide, Li Cang - jealousy.

Li Cang stood in the shadow of the church camp, his eyes fixed on Zhang Meng. He saw Zhang Meng laughing in the crowd, and saw his antics making everyone laugh.

Li Cang's heart was full of contradictions.

He knew that Zhang Meng brought new hope to the survivors, but he also felt a sense of loss of being ignored.

In the past, he had the final say in the church camp and he also had three women.

Now he is ignored by others.

After all, we are all players, who cares about him?
Li Cang tried to imitate Zhang Meng's antics, but his movements always seemed stiff and clumsy.

His expression never quite captured the humor, his pace lacking the easy rhythm.

He realized that being funny required talent, which he did not have.

A deep jealousy surged in Li Cang's heart.

He envied Zhang Meng for being able to win everyone's favor so easily, and he envied Zhang Meng for being able to fight monsters in this way.

He stood in the darkness, his eyes flashing with pain and struggle.

……

"It's really funny. Zhang Meng is obviously his ally and supporter, but he is jealous of him." Xiao Huan laughed.

"Yes, this is human nature. People are jealous of the strength of those around them, even if this jealousy does not bring any benefits." Wen Rensheng shook his head.

Just like those idiots who put poison in other people's fruitful fish ponds.

Taking risks and wasting time on things that hurt others and yourself. If you have that time, wouldn't it be better to plant more land yourself?
It’s not good. You have to ruin other people’s things.

He took the opportunity to teach Xiao Huan.

"How boring! I'm not jealous of others."

"Well, my little Huan is a good kid who knows how to be self-reliant."

"Because my dad is the strongest in the world, no matter how hard they try, they can't be even one-tenth as good as my dad. Of course, I don't need to be jealous of them." Xiao Huan said proudly.

"Well, as long as you are happy." Wen Rensheng realized that he was overthinking.

At this time, Zhang Meng was laughing in the crowd.

But he felt a little uneasy in his heart.

He noticed Li Cang's lonely figure and saw jealousy in his eyes.

A feeling of guilt welled up in Zhang Meng's heart. He was an ordinary, honest man.

He knew that Li Cang had saved him and was very grateful to him.

He had to do something to help Li Cang.

Zhang Meng walked to Li Cang's side with a hint of concern in his eyes.

"Lao Li, what's wrong with you?" he asked enthusiastically.

Li Cang turned his head, with a hint of indifference in his eyes.

"I'm fine, Zhang Meng," he said. "I'm just thinking about something."

Zhang Meng held Li Cang's shoulder, with a serious look in his eyes.

"Old Li, you rescued me and you brought me here."

"You know, the power we have at this moment is not our own."

“The power we are so proud of may be taken away by just a yawn from the other side,” he sighed.

"And your wisdom is something that cannot be taken back."

A warm feeling surged in Li Cang's heart, he knew that what Zhang Meng said was true.

He nodded, a hint of shame in his eyes.

"I'm sorry, Zhang Meng," he said, "I didn't expect that I would need you to comfort me."

"It seems that you have found your fighting spirit in terms of strength."

Afterwards, Li Cang eliminated the jealous thoughts in his heart.

In the following days, he focused on his training.

He stopped trying to imitate Zhang Meng's ridiculous fighting style and started looking for his own advantages.

He began to study the monsters' weaknesses and began to learn how to fight in a more direct and effective way.

Li Cang's swordsmanship became sharper and his movements became cleaner.

There was a gorgeous beauty throughout the entire battle.

In a battle, Li Cang faced a huge monster. He did not use any funny moves, but rushed directly at the monster.

His sword skills were as fast as lightning, and every swing could leave deep wounds on the monster's body.

Finally, he succeeded in defeating the monster.

The whole process is like an art.

After the war, he gained a thousand times more experience.

This made his eyes sparkle with victory.

He knew that he had been recognized by the god.
Xiao Huan was watching Li Cang's fight from the side, and there was a hint of interest in her eyes.

After all, the opponent's battle is very interesting.

Just like dancing.

So she gave strength to the other person when she was happy.

……

And so, the days passed.

Soon, Zhang Meng and Li Cang felt a sense of crisis.

It's not that the monsters are getting stronger.

On the contrary, as their strength increased, the monsters became weaker and weaker and were simply unable to fight against them.

They are indeed getting stronger.

It's just that they feel they are gaining less and less experience.

And this experience is sometimes only half obtained, which means that their performances are becoming increasingly weak and boring.

This is the fact. No matter how good a play is, people will get tired of it.

No matter how funnier a skit is, you can’t watch it every day.

Their biggest worry was that the gods were tired of them.

"We now need a better way to please the gods." Zhang Meng sighed.

He knew that when no experience could be gained, that was when the player would disappear.

"What method should be used?" Li Cang sighed.

"How is your research on this divine power going?" Zhang Meng asked back.

"The research has yielded no results. The realm of the gods is too profound for us to decipher."

"Well, if that's the case, we have to consider our own way out."

Both men fell silent.

They now face a very painful choice.

So how are they supposed to please that god?
Suddenly, Zhang Meng had an idea.

"Yes, our performances have bored the gods because the audience and the leading actors are all familiar faces." He said in surprise.
"We can't change as supporting roles, but we can change the stage."

"Yes, that's right." Li Cang nodded in agreement.

"We can pray to the gods, we can go to a new apocalyptic world, on a new stage, and fight new monsters in a new way." Zhang Meng continued,
"In this way, we can perform new dramas for the gods."

"well said."

Then the two began to pray.

To their delight, the gods actually responded to them.

Willing to give them a new stage, and all the survivors together!
This simply made them ecstatic.

Zhang Meng sighed: "The god I met this time is really a good person."

……

This is a land shrouded in extreme cold.

Here, the once prosperous city has been covered in ice and snow, and the towering skyscrapers have become frozen tombstones.

The streets were covered with thick snow, and the occasional metal fragments flashed a cold light under the refracted sunlight.

This is a post-apocalyptic world, a post-apocalyptic world ruled by ice and snow.

In this extremely cold place, the temperature is below minus 40 degrees Celsius all year round. The hot air you exhale instantly condenses into ice crystals in the air. Every breath is like a fight with death.

The few natives who were there were wearing heavy down jackets, furry hats and gloves, with only a pair of vigilant eyes showing, as they struggled forward in the ice and snow.

They were looking for food stores buried under the ice and snow.

It's so cold that only a very few trees and plants can grow.

Totally inadequate as a food source.

Their largest source of food actually comes from the countless foods that were frozen before the end of the world.

Because 99% of the people died, the remaining people only had enough food to survive for hundreds of years.

Food was scarce and fuel was even more precious.

The survivors must set out before dawn every day and return before dark, otherwise they will not be able to withstand the severe cold at night.

Fortunately for them, although the climate was extremely cold, at least there was no shortage of coal.

So they built a melting pot to provide the temperature.

Some people say, in this case, can't we create artificial greenhouses to produce food?

However, this requires a fairly large population to achieve.

The largest survivor camp had no more than 50 people.

the reason is simple.

Once the number of people exceeds 50, an ice monster will rush into the camp and hunt people.

How easy is it to develop the technology of artificial greenhouse with only 50 people?

It will take at least ten years of exploration.

(End of this chapter)