Conquering alien worlds starts from the game

Exiled to the Town Hall, Hal was sitting on a high-backed chair with one hand propped on the armrest, his palm resting on his chin, slightly lowered his head, and stared at his own shadow expressionlessly.

Through the faded shadow, he can see two overlapping images, but he can see a clear double image separately.

The undead in the picture was fighting the devil in his heart just like last night.

A little different from last night... the fighting of these undead is more organized, not as random as those undead last night.

The undead holding a shield know how to limit the movements of "Jim", the undead holding a long sword, dagger, and long knife know how to attack "Jim"'s lower limbs, and those undead holding a rough wooden staff know how to use superficial black magic to slow down "Jim".

Hal was not puzzled by how Yang taught these fragile undead to know how to use combat skills, and even to use simple black magic. He, Tuttle and Pansy had come to the conclusion in private that these suspicious Tarantan's undead are by no means ordinary undead, they are probably great demons summoned by Yang from an unknown demon world, otherwise, there is no way to explain that these undead have spiritual intelligence that is close to or even surpasses that of ordinary people.

What puzzled Hal was that these undead with mysterious origins should know that the monsters in the alienated spirit domain are just projections of someone's distorted spirit, and even killing them would be meaningless. Why are they so keen on doing such useless work?

If they have some kind of obsession and must destroy the monsters in the alienated spirit domain, wouldn't it be more reliable to attack him than to deal with the twisted spirit projection?

It's impossible, these undead are so persistently projecting in and out of his twisted spirit, just to humiliate him...?

When Hal thought of this, he suddenly felt that this might be the truth.

But thinking about how terribly these undead died in his twisted mental projection... He didn't feel like it.

These undead who are not afraid of death will still avoid death. When he cuts them with a knife, they will always run away with all their strength.

Forget it, better stop trying to understand these guys.

Hal closed his eyes slowly, and after a while, he opened his bloodshot eyes again, and looked at the double image wearily.

He has been numb.

Anyway, the most embarrassing side has been seen by so many undead, not to mention that guy Yang... like a person who was forced to run wild, he was manic and ashamed at the beginning, but if you get used to it, it feels like that.

He even had the mood to comment on the attacking strategies of the undead... When the undead with the shield tried to block "Jim" with his body, Hal couldn't help but complain: "You are so stupid, idiot! That small body What did you do?"

Before Hal finished complaining, the aggressive undead fell apart under the weight of "Jim"'s heavy triple body, turning into white light and disappearing.

"It's better to keep your distance--return?!"

Another undead with a shield rushed up to pick up the things dropped by his comrades, but was slapped by "Uncle Harrington".

Hal snorted.

The two with shields died, but the rest of the undead also realized that they couldn't resist, and quickly dispersed, relying on the slow effect of black magic to circle around with "Jim".

Hal couldn't help shaking his head.

The undead persistently attacked "Jim", which was a stupid strategy.

This monster born only because of Hal's twisted spirit, "Jim" is the main body, "Uncle Harrington" and "Oliver" are the extensions of "Jim".

When the two parties go to war, who will bite the hardest bone first?Of course, break through from the weakest place first.If the undead really wanted to defeat this projected monster, they should attack "Olive" and "Uncle Harrington" first.

In about three or four minutes, this team of undead was defeated one by one, the group was wiped out, and the ghost disappeared.

The undead in another ghost image, after persistently attacking "Jim" for more than ten minutes, seemed to finally realize that there was a problem with their attack strategy, and turned to attack "Oliver" tentatively.

It's a pity that they changed their attack strategy a bit late, and the undead holding the thick wooden staff were exhausted and could no longer use black magic to slow down the movements of "Jim", and they still ended up being wiped out.

Hal watched these undead stubbornly trying to attack in vain at the last moment when they turned into white light, feeling inexplicably complicated.

He really doesn't understand why these undead do such meaningless things - even if they are successfully killed, as long as the void and his "body" are still there, this monster can still be resurrected infinitely.

"...that's really stupid." Hal said to himself, "Sure enough, these guys have no brains."

More than an hour later, when Hal was a little drowsy, the undead came back again.

More than an hour later, these undead appeared again in Hal's alienated spiritual realm.

The fourth time Hal saw the two groups of undeads in the ghost image, Tuttle and Rex were both asleep, and he was the only one in the room who was still awake.

Back and forth are these two teams of undead, nothing else.

Hal could hear their quarrels, discussions, and cheering each other up clearly, and even... remembered the names of some of the undead.

Some of these weird "names" sound familiar to Hal, as if he has heard them many times; it's just that he didn't care about these undead before, and wished to get rid of Yang and these guys as soon as possible, so he didn't take it to heart go.

His impression of these undead has been one-sided and thin for a long time, crazy, chaotic, and unreasonable-but now, Hal seems to suddenly discover...these undead also have sorrows and joys.

Unlike their uniform skeletal appearance, they each have their own personalities.

Some undead are timid and weak, easy to shrink back, some are optimistic and active, and like to act recklessly, and some undead are calm, smart and steady.

These undead with different personalities, under the command of the undead holding a thick wooden staff, worked together to fight the devil in his heart. No one questioned whether it was meaningful to do so, and no one became a deserter.

Hal stared at them blankly, thoughts began to surge in his mind.

Yes, they are just doing useless work, and it is meaningless to defeat the twisted spiritual projections that materialize in the void.

But... winning, isn't it meaningless?

In one's life, how much sacrifice is meaningful?

Didn't he himself do many meaningless things?

Wanting to win and paying for wanting to win is a kind of meaning in itself.

Hal, who was extremely tired and in a state of subtle relaxation, suddenly felt his whole body relax.

Hal was taken aback.

It seemed... something that had been pressing on his heart for a long time was removed, and he felt a lot lighter all over his body.

Hal slowly sat upright, looking at his body with unconcealed surprise.

The exhaustion from not having a good rest for two consecutive nights is rapidly subsiding, and he can feel that the energy is quickly returning to his body.

Not only was he physically brisk, but mentally, he also felt unprecedentedly clear.

It's like waking up naturally after getting enough sleep, full of energy, full of energy, and full of energy.

The light in the house is not enough, the horse lantern hanging on the wall can only illuminate the area within four meters from the wall, and the places a little further away are shrouded in darkness and cannot be seen clearly.

But at this moment, Hal's eyesight suddenly strengthened, as if he could clearly see the spider clinging to the ground under the shadow of the closet.

Hal was stunned, realizing what had happened.

His inspiration... lifted!

His mental strength is also improving!

Only the powerful spiritual power of a high-level spellcaster can achieve the effect of truly strengthening the body and completing the extraordinary transformation of physical ability; a spellcaster who has not entered the high-level, and a professional level like Hal, can only achieve it when the inspiration and spiritual power are improved. In order to enjoy the short-term pleasure of being fed back by the body.

On the one hand, he was inexplicably happy, and on the other hand, Hal felt a dull pain in his heart.

That's how it is...that's how it is.

It turned out that he himself had always known where his problem was.

It's not that he is inferior to others, the suffering he has suffered is long enough to smooth out the little gap in talent, he shouldn't even be able to find the "door" there, it's impossible for him to let Lei Kex's kind of hairy boy who is more than ten years younger than him is riding on his head...

It's all because - he gave up on himself.

He wisely divides everything into valuable and worthless.

Everything that is impossible to do even if you try your best, has no meaning even if you win in embarrassment, and does not see any benefits even if you do it successfully, are all considered worthless by him.

He hides his incompetence, cowardice, cowardice, and fighting side under the "smartness" of "not doing stupid things".

He can actually save Jim——At that time, Jim’s words of asking everyone to work as workers and walk the right path would bring danger to Jim, and people in the gang had already begun to dissatisfy Jim... Other teenagers couldn’t see this undercurrent , how could he not see it? !

He is the young master of the Maxwell family, and he has been learning this set of things since he was sensible!

He was sorry for Uncle Harrington, but there was no remedy at that time—he just had to turn his head away, take responsibility for his aunt and little cousin, and spend ten or twenty years for his youthful recklessness Redemption will do.

But he didn't do that.

He fooled himself with the idea that he had lofty ideals, wanted to stand out, and could not be dragged down by women and children. In the end, he didn't dare to face too much pressure.

Olive... as well.

He could have given her a hand, if not from the standpoint of an admirer.

Hal stared blankly at the double image, he didn't look at the undead. What passed before his eyes and kept recurring in his mind was no longer the past that was too painful to look back on, but... the ugly him Own.

It's not that he was forced to be a scumbag and a villain, he was not so tragic.

No one forced him, it was just that he felt that being a scumbag and a villain was easier.

"This is, face yourself..."

Hal relaxed his tense body, put his elbows on the armrest again, and rested his chin with his palm.

There was no discomfort in his body, only an unprecedented lightness.

It's just that the pain in his heart is so painful that he can't even express the emotion of pain in any form of expression.

Yang is not wrong, he who can't even look directly at himself is really not qualified to call himself... strong.

The undead in the ghost image are still fighting with the devil projected by his distorted spirit. After repeated group destruction lessons, their attack rhythm has become more decent, and they have achieved preliminary results... "Oliver" The remnants were wiped out by them.

The undead were very excited, cheering each other up loudly and launching attacks more actively.

Hal's eyes fell on the slowly disintegrating body of "Oliver" in the picture.

"I'm sorry...I actually have no right to admire you."

"I'm not even qualified to keep you in my heart."

When Rex woke up with a yawn, it was already getting light.

"Didn't the undead look for me all night again..." Rex looked out the window with a complicated mood. He was already prepared, but his appetite was hung up instead, which felt very painful.

Withdrawing his gaze, Rex saw... Hal's face.

Rex suddenly felt something was wrong.

Hal is a very difficult and aggressive person. Even if he looks good to others, he looks at others as if he is measuring the value of others.

But right now... Rex looked at Hal, who was on the chair diagonally opposite, and felt that this guy had become a human...

"Have you seen enough?" Hal said unhappily.

"Excuse me." Rex quickly turned his face away.

It is estimated that he was sleepy, when did the leader of the bandit group look like a human being?

"Go get something to eat, then go back." Hal stood up while leaning on the armrest.

On the way from the town hall to Life Lane, the three of them encountered the undead heading to Cross Street again in twos and threes.

The attitudes of these undead... are completely different from yesterday morning. They are in such a good mood that even the top of the round skull is shining, and they happily waved to them: "Morning, Halsan!"

"What's going on with these guys?" Tuttle asked in confusion.

"They defeated my mental projection." Hal said expressionlessly.

"Is this something to be happy about?" Tuttle frowned. If the mental projection is defeated, it will be completely wiped out. As long as that guy Yang still brings the void breath over, how much will those fucking things be resurrected in the alienated spiritual realm? Any time.

"Who knows." Hal said indifferently, "As long as they are happy."

Now it's not just Rex, even Tuttle looks at Hal a little strangely.

Something is wrong, something is wrong!According to Hal's personality, shouldn't he laugh at these undead for being so stupid and wasting their efforts in vain? !

Who are you!You are not Hal!

It is more difficult to clean the sewer that has been clogged for many years in Westham than anyone imagined. Rex took more than 20 young and strong prisoners yesterday and spent a whole day digging out the sewer in a small alley. We have to recruit more people today.

But if there are too many people, it will be more troublesome to manage. After all, the security team has not many people, and they have to work in shifts. Misfortune to others at home.

Rex was picking out how many people with Ji Tang when the coolies could take care of them... Hal quietly moved to his side.

"Just send out a supervisor task and ask the undead for help." Hal said coldly, "The undead may not be willing to let the undead clean up the disgusting sewer at home. It should be no problem to be a supervisor."

Rex: "??"

Not to mention that Rex was shocked, Ji Tang, who was about to come up with the same idea, also straightened his eyes a little.

It's not that they didn't think of Hal's suggestion, but... this guy actually knows how to think of others and give advice to others? !

Hal ignored them, turned his head and left after giving a suggestion, yelling and scolding the detainees who lined up dishonestly and wanted to grab other people's food.

Rex & Ji Tang: "..."

"Hal seems a little weird these two days?" Ji Tang tentatively asked, "He wasn't like this before."

"I think so too." Rex looked confused.

Ji Tang saw that Rex was also puzzled, so he brought the topic to the task of supervision...

These aboriginals have somewhat touched the player's veins and know that players are keen on novel tasks, but when it comes to understanding players, Ji Tang, a Chinese, has the right to speak——Rex wants to make this supervisor task It was sent to the leisure party among the players, but Ji Tang directly rejected it, and instead persuaded him to send the task to the blood alliance party.

Soon, Brother Lahong and Vanilla Pudding, who received the directional mission, the blood alliance bosses among the two players happily ran over with the reorganized monster spawning team...

The detainees in the original militia headquarters are not good civilians. They have been tossing Hal and the vicious former thieves for many days, but they are not honest. Generally speaking, casual players of salted fish may not be able to suppress them. You have to obey.

If you want the Clan Party to do this kind of non-stimulating non-monster-spawning task, give enough rewards and incentives to finish the job—as an hourly overseer, you will be given 50 territory reputation, and subdue a detainee who is trying to escape with 100 territory reputation. Guaranteed to properly arrange supervisory tasks!

Ji Tang had already seen the success of opening up wasteland in the Heart Demon Book before it went online, and the two teams led by Entropy did not increase successively killed the monsters in Hal's Heart Demon Book and successfully cleared the level.

The system prompt for "full server" players also clearly marked the clearance rewards: All players who participated in killing the dungeon boss can get a chance to enchant and strengthen existing equipment.

This number of enchantments can be reserved until good equipment is obtained, or it can be accumulated to accumulate multiple strengthening opportunities for later use.

For example, if a member of the wasteland elite team gives me medicine, if he is willing to use up the number of enchantments now, he can take his crit dagger to Lao Yang and give him the dagger that already has a crit attribute Added special effect affixes such as defense breaking damage, critical strike bleeding, poison, probability of interrupting spellcasting, etc. - you can choose which special effect you want!

Other games require krypton gold to enhance the best equipment, and there is a probability that the weapon will explode if the enhancement fails; this game not only does not use krypton gold, but can also be 100% successful in strengthening. If Ji Tang is really a player, then he might organize a team Brushed up...

Clearing the dungeon can strengthen the top-quality equipment. To obtain the top-quality equipment, you need to use the reputation of the territory to exchange it at the Undead Chamber of Commerce (players are already tired of the bad setting of killing monsters and not exploding equipment). Even the materials that can be used to exchange the reputation of the territory have increased in price. Quests that directly give prestige to the territory must be popular!

Seeing the undead happily escorting a group of detainees to do coolies, Rex hesitated for a moment, and asked Ji Tang: "I'm a little curious...why are you only interested in Hal's alienated spiritual domain? ?”

Ji Tang, who was just about to leave, almost slipped...

Just... Even if he is not a pure player, it would be ridiculous for an "NPC" to ask you why you didn't come to play this instance of mine...

"Uh, I didn't participate in the dungeon land reclamation, but from other people's opinion, it seems that Hal's inner demon secret realm is easier to fight...you can see monsters when you go in." Ji Tang explained with a strong sense of disobedience road.

Rex was silent for a while, and asked with unbearable curiosity: "My... demon, what does it look like?"

Ji Tang: "..."

It turns out that even the aborigines who serve as "materials" don't know what their inner demons are like? !

Wait! !

Didn't Lord Yang Bie force these natives to serve as "materials"? !

Speaking of which, Miaobi Shenghua did successfully use Hal's inner demon to coerce Hal into submission!

The "plot" of "The Secret Realm of Inner Demons" is the privacy that these indigenous people are ashamed of being humane - you really are not a kind person, Lord Yang!

Ji Tang was filled with a raging desire to complain... When he said it, it became: "Hehe... I haven't gone in, I don't know, or should I go back and ask for you?"

Caroline walked out of the house early in the morning, hurried to the northern end of Martin Street, and entered the alley between Martin Street and the northern residential area.

There are not many houses in this alley, and the empty empty houses are an important playground for the children in the town. When Caroline was a teenager, she used to come and go here with children, big and small, in the abandoned empty houses. Pick a fairly clean room and create a secret base that only belongs to their small group.

In the dilapidated old house that was regarded as a secret base by countless children, the three youths who returned with Caroline yesterday were already waiting inside.

"Sorry, I'm late." Caroline took off her headscarf and said apologetically, "My mother talked to me a lot last night, and I overslept."

"It's okay, we just arrived." A young man with black eyes but a strangely excited expression waved his hand, "How is everyone's evening?"

"I don't know what to say." Another taller young man said with a wry smile, "Westum doesn't look much different from before, but it makes me feel very strange."

"I think so too." The last little boy said with a confused expression, "A few years ago, my family paid a lot of money to send me to Inadoli as an apprentice, but now my mother says... Wish I could come back."

"Is that what your mother said?" The black-and-white youth said happily as if he had found his kind, "My grandma also said that I don't have to go to Inadoli, especially after my uncle came back last night—he was in I did odd jobs for a day on the main road in the town, and I brought back thirty copper coins!"

"Hey, calm down, do you still remember why we agreed to meet today?" The tall young man hurriedly said, "Don't say that you are also possessed."

"As long as you work, you can get money, so what does it matter if you are possessed?" The black-and-black young man said immediately, "Alan, you and I have worked in the factory for so long, and you only have eight silver coins a month. If you want to pay one silver coin to the trade union, even if you don’t use the gas in the dormitory and work hard to save money, you still have to spend two or three silver coins for living expenses every month.

"How long can you work odd jobs? Can you keep working?" The tall young man named Alan asked back, "Yes, I admit that the new lord Rex seems to be a very good person now. People are very nice, but who can tell how long this Mr. Rex can serve as the mayor? He was supported by a black magician to become the new lord. If someone takes a fancy to Westem, this matter This matter is the best excuse to launch a territorial war against Mr. Rex, isn't there not enough dirty news among these nobles in the newspapers?"

"Are we in control of those things? Why bother with something that will happen in an unknown period of time?" The young man with black eyes said impatiently, "If you have a chance to make money now, make it first, and miss it." It's stupid to go home."

The little boy was worried that they would quarrel, so he hurriedly persuaded: "Alan, Simon, stop arguing, and listen to Caroline's thoughts."

Allen and Simon, who had dark circles under his eyes, looked at Caroline at the same time.

"I..." Caroline hesitated, gritted her teeth, "I want to stay."