Global Trial

Ning Ge is like a person who is just learning to write, stroke by stroke. He is also carefully tapping the keys one by one.

Looking sideways, Xia Mingdong felt that Ning Ge looked like a good boy studying hard at this time.

As if under the eye protection lamp, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, reading a book seriously... a big boy.

He pursed his lips and smiled, and saw that after Ning Ge typed out a string of characters, a string of programs overflowed on the keyboard. After Ning Ge grabbed the program, time seemed to stand still on him, and he never There is no other action.

Xia Mingdong felt his heart beat faster.

Fortunately, Ning Ge broke out of that static state after a while, and a string of characters floated in the air instead of "hellocat"——

"helloxia"

Xia Mingdong: "..."

I don't know why, but I suddenly felt blushed.

It turns out that being teased is like this...

Ning Ge took a few steps back and stood with Xia Mingdong, asking: "Is it pretty?"

"nice."

Xia Mingdong pursed his lips and smiled, it was hard for Ning Ge to hide the fact that he might not be able to speak English so hard.

Both of them completed the level task, and Xia Mingdong called Cen Heng and Ren Sheng over to explain in detail what to do.

When Cen Heng was doing it, he walked up to the four people who had fainted, touched their chins, and began to think about ways to punish them.

Ning Ge picked up a prop that fell on the ground and handed it to Xia Mingdong. Xia Mingdong took it over and took a look, with a disgusted expression on his face: "B-level props, not very good."

"Then sell it." Ning Ge said, glanced at the person lying on the ground, and asked, "What do you want to do?"

Xia Mingdong rolled his eyes, took out a syringe from the space box, and said to Ning Ge, "Help me hold them down."

Holding the syringe in his hand, like a butcher holding a butcher's knife, he held it up high, and pierced No. 1's fleshy and thick buttocks fiercely, like chopping meat.

Number 1, who was in a coma, let out a terrible pig's foot, and instantly woke up. He wanted to struggle and resist, but was held down by Ning Ge.

The cold liquid was injected into No. 1's body. No. 1 shivered and asked in surprise, "What did you do to me?"

Xia Mingdong ignored it and directly changed to No. 2.

The first time is raw and the second time is familiar, this time his movements are much more agile, he raised the syringe high, and stabbed it hard on No. 2's ass...

The pain is about a hundred times that of being stabbed by a nurse when I was a child.

No. 2 is very broken, just like No. 1. He wants to resist but he doesn't know what Xia Mingdong and the others just did, so he throws a trap.

Afterwards, Xia Mingdong injected needles into the arms of No. 3 and No. 4 respectively.

After a series of piercings, Xia Mingdong put away the syringes, and said slowly to them: "What I just injected is one of my A-level props, called - I want to do good deeds and I want to repent. People who are injected must do good deeds every day. Or to repent for the bad things you have done in the past, you should not just say it in your heart, but you must take practical actions, otherwise your body may have some strange little problems, including but not limited to facial paralysis, blindness, deafness, Hemiplegia, etc., I hope you don’t think you can challenge the authority of props.”

No. 1's face was extremely ugly, and he took out a weapon, "You—"

"Oh, that's right." Xia Mingdong smiled, glanced at Cen Heng, and said directly: "See you again."

The four of Xia Mingdong left the instance together, leaving the four of No. 1 with nowhere to vent their anger, they could only stare at the trial officer.

The trial officer JL turned cold and snorted heavily, "You don't have much time anymore."

No. 1 suddenly realized that they had some kind of illusion just now, and they were substituted into No. 5's group, thinking that the trial officer was easy to bully.

But in fact... the trial officer is still your father, he is not worthy.

**

After the dungeon is released, the income will be settled. This dungeon gives an A-level prop with a limited number of uses: bug-ridden, the function is to attach bugs to a person, let this person randomly appear some bugs, it may be physical discomfort It is also possible that the talent cannot be used, and it is purely based on appearance.

Xia Mingdong directly gave his props to Ning Ge, "I think I have a dark face, come on, you have a fair face."

Ning Ge accepted the props, "You are useless."

Xia Mingdong: "...?"

"Everywhere is white."

Xia Mingdong: "!!!"

He had a reasonable suspicion that Ningal was driving, and had evidence.

"Cough cough." He coughed heavily, "Time is running out, we have to hurry to the next chief trial officer dungeon, and we'll talk about whether it's for nothing or not."

Cen Heng and Ren Sheng were as quiet as chickens, afraid that things would happen to them, they were afraid of trouble.

But fortunately, the side-talking conversation meant that, after that, they all got into their sports cars and headed straight to the location of the next copy of the Chief Trial Officer series.

In the car, Xia Mingdong saw a new email—an explanation for the opening of the sixth level.

The email said that the sixth checkpoint has a fixed opening time, once every [-] days, it opens in the early morning, and lasts for an hour; the checkpoint will be closed after one hour, and you need to wait for the next checkpoint to open

After reading the email, Xia Mingdong concluded directly: "This means that in the virtual world, someone is going to try to clear the sixth level."

"Tsk." Cen Heng said, "Fourth brother, I always thought that our level progress is very high. If there is a leaderboard, no matter how we look for it, we can rank among the top ten on the earth server."

"Oh no." Xia Mingdong shook his head, "No, we are not crazy, and even have a bit of Buddhism, which is really far behind those who spend day and night thinking about clearing levels and getting dungeons. Not to mention, I think No. 1 and they are The copy may be worse than ours."

As he said, he remembered something, "Oh, by the way, what props did you get from the dungeon, Cen Heng?"

"B-level bug props." Cen Heng curled his lips, "It can only be used three times, it's quite rubbish."

It seems that dungeons really allocate props according to performance.

Xia Mingdong performed exceptionally well every time, so he was able to get good props every time, so that the good props in his hands were already inflated. He picked out a few that he didn't use, and put them directly into the trial system to sell them.

Of course, he didn't sell a series of props from the chief trial officer, and kept them all the time, hoping to see if he could summon the dragon after collecting all seven.

It's midsummer now, the sports car is passing all the way, the sun is shining brightly, and the inside of the car is shining through the window, very bright.

They ran along the road all the way, from the city to the countryside, from the countryside to the city, and finally came to the junction of North America and South America.

Along the way, they didn't meet anyone.

Occasionally, I saw a few sporadically, walking in groups, and only met one car on the road. Most of the entire virtual earth was empty, and the emptyness made people feel flustered.

They basically stayed in the car along the way, and slept separately in sports cars or aircrafts, and all they could see were a few faces that were too familiar.

Cen Heng felt very depressed, and couldn't help but said when he was about to arrive at the place: "This makes me wonder if there are still people on the virtual earth, why do I feel that there are so many fewer people..."

"Because the elimination rate is high." Xia Mingdong said bluntly, "Those who survived now, although there should be no pressure on living materials, they still need to pass through the dungeon to avoid being eliminated at the bottom every three months. The trial system itself The rules force us to introvert. After all, none of us know if we don’t participate in the collective dungeon, whether others can directly eliminate him if he goes. The bottom 30% of people are not absolutely sure that they can not To assemble a copy, you can still survive..."

"However, in order to ensure your own safety, you need points, props, and talent levels when you go to a massed dungeon. You need to go to the level or the dungeon to fight for it. In order not to be eliminated, you can only force yourself at all times."

Cen Heng smacked his lips, feeling very bitter, "Tell me, those who have lost, will die or..."

"According to the trial elves, there are real deaths, and there are conscious deaths that still exist." Xia Mingdong said, "Only those who are killed by the trialer, or someone who used to be the trialer, are considered real death." , Those who are eliminated by checkpoints or dungeons should only be destroyed by consciousness.”

"What the hell?" Cen Heng still didn't understand, "Why do you need to distinguish this point?"

Xia Mingdong was silent for a while, and said lightly: "According to what I know from the few words of the chief trial officer, that peerless Bailian probably wanted to say that the only person who can kill a trialer is the trialer himself, and the rules will only make him Your consciousness dies."

Cen Heng: "...what is it, why is it like a puzzle."

"It was originally a question." Xia Mingdong remembered the reminder given by 33, "It's still a question that should follow your own heart."

While a few people were talking, they had already reached the circled part on the map.

The border between North America and South America is also located near the equator. The sun is shining brightly, the sky seems to be so high that there is no end to it, and the clouds are very light, with only a few wisps of white clouds floating.

The place they were looking for was near an oak tree, which was extraordinarily tall.

Xia Mingdong looked at it for a while, then stretched, "There is one point that needs to be praised."

"A series of dungeons for the chief trial officer can be opened at any time, but the sixth level is only open in the early morning. Let us stay up late to clear the level when we are most sleepy. It is really exciting."

"...Isn't it?" Cen Heng also felt terrible, "I even wondered if I should go to the sixth level, it always feels very difficult."

"We'll talk about it when the time comes." Xia Mingdong patted Cen Heng on the shoulder, "I'll ask the trial elf after I get out."

"why?"

Xia Mingdong said concisely: "Death rate."

Cen Heng gasped, feeling terrible.

"Don't think too much." Xia Mingdong calmly comforted him, and at the same time shouted even more carelessly: "Duplicate, dungeon."

The entire oak tree expanded infinitely in their eyes, expanding to the end, covering their entire line of sight.

The chief trial officer series of dungeons has a difficulty for every two dungeons, and their difficulty has been raised to another level this time.

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