The system has to be used even if it is pulled

Shit! Zhao Yuanlang looked at the military emergency treatment injection in his hand, and the light green human body strengthening agent inside disappeared!

Damn it! I actually injected the drug, and I don’t know what the side effects will be. Ah! Zhao Yuanlang felt his heart suddenly beat faster, and the blood in his body flowed rapidly through his blood vessels.

During the fall, a tree appeared in Zhao Yuanlang's field of vision. Zhao Yuanlang struggled to reach out and grab a tree on the cliff. Damn, his arm was dislocated! Zhao Yuanlang was hanging on the tree and hurriedly changed his hands. Unexpectedly, his heart suddenly hurt, his body stagnated, and he fell down again.

.......

What Zhao Yuanlang didn't know was that his system had issued a fatal red alert: the host was detected to be under fatal threat, and most of the cells in the body had stopped working. Would the host consume faith for first aid?

After three consecutive questions and seeing that Zhao Yuanlang did not make a choice, the system began to speak on its own: deduct faith points, start first aid. Faith points began to be deducted, faith points were insufficient, repairs were completed, and forced travel began.

It was dark and dizzy, and Zhao Yuanlang felt terrible. He was sore all over, had no strength, and the place he was lying on was very hard.

"Doctor, is he okay?" Zhao Yuanlang felt a rough man's voice coming to his dazed ears.

"It's hard to say. He was lucky not to die after falling down the hill. His condition is not optimistic now. I have done everything I can. He can only rely on himself."

"Is that so, doctor? Thank you so much. I'll see you off."

In the next few days, Zhao Yuanlang remained unconscious, but he could clearly feel everything around him, but he could not open his eyes.

He even knew clearly that his two followers had taken all his property and handed him over to the leader of the accompanying caravan, and never returned.

"Chief, we are just ahead of Sarion City. He is in this state, do we still need to drag him into the city? Those guards have no patience for a half-dead person. After all, they are afraid it is an epidemic."

"No, he saved us. Although his followers ran away, he is still a noble. Stop talking. Keep an eye on his things. Let's go into the city."

Zhao Yuanlang clearly felt that the caravan was stopped at the city gate. After the leader of the caravan paid five silver coins, he finally managed to convince the guards at the city gate.

After a bumpy ride, Zhao Yuanlang was finally taken off the convoy and carried into the home of the merchant leader.

It was quiet in the early morning and the street was empty, but there was the sound of a sharp blade being drawn from its sheath. Zhao Yuanlang clearly sensed that a sloppy man with a sword in his hand was standing outside the door, acting stealthily.

Damn it, wake up! Where is this damn system! Damn it! Wake up!

Finally, Zhao Yuanlang opened his eyes, and like a beast in the dark, he opened the door and rushed out. He knocked the frightened sloppy man at the door to the ground with one palm, snatched the sword from his hand and put it on his neck.

The businessman who was sleeping in the room was also awakened, and he quickly got up and ran out.

"Mercy, mercy, don't kill me, I'm just here to deliver a letter!"

The man who was knocked to the ground by Zhao Yuanlang hurriedly took out the smelly letter from his arms and handed it to Zhao Yuanlang.

Zhao Yuanlang frowned and handed it to the businessman beside him, then kicked the sloppy man out fiercely: "Get lost!"

The sloppy man didn't even bother to scream. He struggled to his feet and disappeared into the alley.

"Hello, my benefactor, you finally woke up." The businessman smiled, then opened the letter, and his smiling face immediately turned sad.

"What's going on?" Zhao Yuanlang clearly noticed the change in the businessman's expression.

"It was that group of robbers. They failed to attack my caravan, so they kidnapped my sister and demanded a large ransom from me. Benefactor, can you help me?"

Zhao Yuanlang lowered his head and thought for a while. The businessman couldn't help feeling uneasy. Finally, Zhao Yuanlang nodded.

"But I need to fill my stomach first, and where is this?"

"Of course, no problem, follow me in."

.........

Following the merchant's introduction, Zhao Yuanlang realized that he had come to Pand, and it was a slightly perverted G version of Pand.

Isn't my situation the same as that of the protagonist at the beginning, the chosen one?

After the Sarion merchant handed Zhao Yuanlang his belongings and the flag, Zhao Yuanlang was convinced that he was indeed the chosen one, the only living descendant of the Pendor royal family saved by God. His kneeling stepfather should be a griffin knight who ran to Barkley and lived in hiding, and his mother was a legitimate descendant of the Pendor royal family.

I also found out how the damn system disappeared. It turned out that it sacrificed itself to save me and paid a large amount of faith points to bring me back to life. However, before this crappy system fell asleep, it allowed me to travel through time in order to pay off my debt.

Although there was no mission, Zhao Yuanlang felt a headache when he saw that he owed 10 faith points.

Fortunately, although the system is now in a deep sleep, my real strength is still at the mid-gold level. It should be enough in Pandor, right?

The power of the Gloomy Eye in the G version is probably about the same as mine, and its agility is far behind mine. As long as I don't encounter that group of gods and the army, I should have no problem traveling across Pendor.

After Zhao Yuanlang ate the last piece of chicken on the table, he touched his stomach and smiled at the businessman: "Don't worry, I will complete the task. I'm leaving!"

"Aren't you going to call up a few of your men?"

"These weaklings are not needed!"

Is it an illusion? The merchant looked at Zhao Yuanlang striding away in the morning light, and felt as if he was His Majesty Kavala, the first king of the Pendor Kingdom who unified the Pendor continent.

How could he not buy some good equipment in Pand? Zhao Yuanlang went on a shopping spree in the blacksmith shop, only to find that his personal space could not be opened. Zhao Yuanlang slapped his head and remembered that the damn system had fallen into a deep sleep.

Under the scrutiny of everyone in the blacksmith shop, Zhao Yuanlang smiled awkwardly, adjusted his family chain mail with the emblem on it, and left without looking back.

There were mocking voices coming from the blacksmith shop, but Zhao Yuanlang didn't care and strode towards the city gate.

On a slope west of the town, six bandits holding weapons were looking at Zhao Yuanlang who was striding towards them.

Confirmed, he was carrying the token.

"Did you bring the money?" shouted a man who looked like a small leader wearing tattered chain mail.

"I don't have any money, but I do have a sword!"

"Damn it, kill him!"

Before they could take any action, Zhao Yuanlang disappeared from their sight. When the little leader came to his senses, five of his men had fallen beside him, and the man was searching for their belongings.

Cold sweat began to flow from the little leader's head. What the hell was this? Five of his men lost their lives so quickly in the blink of an eye.

"I advise you not to move, otherwise you will be like your men." Zhao Yuanlang was too fast. He completed the looting and found only 23 silver coins. The only good thing was a hunting bow and two pots of mediocre arrows.

Zhao Yuanlang slowly walked to the little leader and said with a sneer: "Tell me where the people are, otherwise they will be your example."

The little leader was so frightened that he blurted out everything, even how many people there were and where they were, and how many people were normally on guard.

"very good!"

Under the little leader's desperate gaze, Zhao Yuanlang slashed the sword in his hand across the little leader's neck.