Host Paradise

Chapter 50 Public Enemy ([-])

When I got home, it was 08:30 in the evening.

Wang Tianxiao took a shower and went online in a hurry, trying to play a few flashback games before the event ended at ten o'clock.

Although this mode is fast for gaining experience, the opening time is also short-it will be turned on at ten o'clock in the morning and closed at ten o'clock in the evening during the festival.

In the end, Wang Tianxiao played two flashback modes before the end of the Mid-Autumn Festival event, which happened to consume the two 1-star systems.

In exchange, his experience bar increased from 3/32 to 9/32, which was less than Wang Tianxiao expected, but it was still an excellent result.

The main reason for this is that he chose the style of the [Wenmancheng Biwang] dungeon. Under this operation, whoever imagined it, the ordinary difficulty directly became easy.

The next day, March 9.

Wang Tianxiao didn’t come online until after three o’clock in the afternoon.

He was contracted for the whole morning, noon and even half of the afternoon to purchase ingredients, string skewers, wash clothes, wash pots, clean up and so on.

I have to say that working and living alone can be a bit tiring sometimes.

When going online, Wang Tianxiao looked at the friend list and found that Fan Shao was not there.

So he took the 2-star poetic system and started a pleasant single-player journey again after 39 chapters.

[Brother Tian Xiao, level 3, 2 star system binding]

[Neural connections are being coordinated]

[Neural connection coordination is complete, dungeon difficulty: normal, dungeon scale: 1 people, looking for a dungeon location that meets the requirements for you.】

Although the tasks and rewards of the Poetry system are fixed, Wang Tianxiao didn't choose the easy difficulty in order to make the game a little more exciting.

[The search is completed and you are about to enter the copy. 】

The elevator began to fall.

A moment later, the door opened, still in the familiar black and white tones.

This time it was outside, the reception window of a lobby.

"I am the poetic system."

Wang Tianxiao walked out of the elevator, and the system voice rang, saying the same opening remarks as the previous system.

In addition, its sound is very similar to the previous Shixian system.

Wang Tianxiao opened the [Dungeon Introduction], and CG images immediately enveloped his vision.

"At this moment, you are in a space base above Chai Zhihai."

In the picture, above a blue planet, a piece of land with a novel material is suspended in the vast space.

The next second, the screen zoomed in and came to a building on the suspended land.

The whole building is light blue, and there are eight words on the signboard - "Didi Thugs Affairs Hall".

"This building is the exact location where you are now. There are countless thugs and commissions coming and going in it every day."

After the words were finished, the screen cut into the hall, and sure enough there were people coming and going.

"And you, what are you going to do here?"

The system's voice fell, and the camera on the screen suddenly turned, and Wang Tianxiao himself appeared on the screen.

So far, [Dungeon Introduction] is over.

Wang Tianxiao glanced at the countdown, and there were still 20 seconds left for the freeze frame to end.

He opened his [backpack] and took a look.

Now, in addition to [Ability Lock], there is another item - [Yellow Duck Bomb Thrower (22/40)].

Facing such a dungeon, Wang Tianxiao had already thought up a poem.

And with this yellow duck thrower, he has more confidence in the matter in the poem.

When the freeze time expires, the surroundings return to color.

In addition to the transparent glass of the reception window, the tabletop and high platform are all made of black marble.

There was no one inside now, but Wang Tianxiao turned his head and looked behind. There were quite a lot of people waiting here.

"Host, please quote a poem." The system urged.

Seeing this, Wang Tianxiao didn't procrastinate, and replied directly: "Killing one person in ten steps, you won't stay for a thousand miles."

"The reference has taken effect, and you have acquired the ability—kill one person in ten steps: If you move ten steps or more in combat state, the target you are fighting with will die immediately."

"Please complete the 'Thousand Miles Without Leaving a Thousand Miles' mission: create a righteous massacre that destroys all corpses and traces, and then escape for at least a thousand miles."

The ability given by the system is very powerful, but compared to the task, it is not enough.

It is not difficult to massacre, and it is not difficult to destroy corpses, but it is difficult to destroy traces.

If the ability to kill a person with ten steps does not know that it will last until the year of the monkey, and this is not bad, the most fearful thing is that if the witnesses run away, Wang Tianxiao will be considered a failure, after all, they are also part of the "trace".

Wang Tianxiao found a seat in the hall and sat down, casually looking at the people around him with his eyes.

There are people with octopus heads, people with mouths like puppets, and aliens with skin as white as snow but fat bodies.
After the mental strength broke through from 100 to above 101, Wang Tianxiao's perception became more acute, and now he can even perceive the strength of the people around him to a certain extent.

In the entire hall, Wang Tianxiao could feel that the current physical strength was almost half of his.

As for the remaining half, they are either equal to him, or have higher mental strength than him, and only a small part are weaker than him overall.

"Are all the people here perverts?" Wang Tianxiao thought.

But he still doesn't panic, after all, there are ten steps to kill one person, even if it is a challenge of cross-intensity, he can fight it.

"Forget it, let's try that first." Wang Tianxiao got up while thinking, and walked towards the strongest person he could feel in this room.

It was a strong man in a vest with an easy-going face.

When Wang Tianxiao approached him, he noticed a silver plaque hanging around his waist.

He guessed that this meant silver medal beater.

In this way, it can also explain why he is the strongest in this room.

Speaking of which, the silver medalist Wang Tianxiao had met before.

That was when he was using the super selection system to go down to Tiancheng.

The silver medalist he met that time was a strong black man named "Black Light".

That guy's physical fitness was very good, but his mental attributes were extremely low. Even after suffering a little failure, he immediately gave up in tears.

Wang Tianxiao didn't know if the silver medalist in the vest this time would also be so strong.

However, if he could not underestimate the enemy, Wang Tianxiao tried his best not to underestimate the enemy.

He took out the duck thrower, which was also the curved spoon, and patted the vest thug on the shoulder.

The latter turned around with a look of vigilance.

Wang Tianxiao put away the thrower and didn't rush to do it. Instead, he panicked and said, "The little yellow duck is on sale, why don't you buy a little yellow duck to play with? Using superpowers will bring you good luck."

Seeing this, the thug in the vest waved his hand, and was about to say the word "no", but then, a little yellow duck was shot into his hand.

After Wang Tianxiao finished doing this, he immediately turned around and ran away, looking like a child who just lit firecrackers.

But the thug in the vest immediately realized something, he shook his hand violently, and threw the little yellow duck violently!

But just after this action was completed, the flying little yellow duck stretched its legs, forcibly changed direction in mid-air, and landed on the thug in the vest.

The thug in the vest wanted to struggle, but he couldn't. Finally, there was an explosion, and his shoulders and forearms were blown into ulcers.

A burning smell wafted out, and the place where the thug in the vest was bombed was red.

At this moment, Wang Tianxiao was hiding behind a seat, watching every move of the thug in the vest as if he were an experimental subject.

(End of this chapter)