Chapter 2: Chapter 1: God’s Perspective_2
"Is this my cheat plugin?"
"Since it’s a ga interface, at least give
so stats, right?"
"Health bar? Mana? Energy bar or sothing?"
With a thought.
The projection screen in front of Duncan began to slightly change, a short health bar appeared with a missing corner, the blue mana bar was empty, the energy bar was quite long, but a section of it had been consud.
He now seed to be playing an action role-playing virtual ga, controlling the character that was his crossed-over youthful body.
At this mont, Duncan’s consciousness was above the body, overlooking everything happening around as if from God’s perspective!
"Are there any skills?"
"Surely, I can’t just rely on basic attacks to win this almost certain death encounter battle, right?"
A young boy from a farr’s background, how could he possibly defeat three professionally trained warriors?
Let alone, the opponent had armor, and their weapons were far better than the manure fork Duncan was tightly gripping.
——"Manure Fork Mastery: Your background and childhood work on the farm have made you proficient in using the manure fork, surpassing other weapons. When fighting with a manure fork, significantly increase in critical hit, backstab, attack speed, etc. No one would pay too much attention to a farr holding a manure fork."
——"Combat Bar [Stab]: You have not received formal combat training, and the only combat technique you are proficient in is a single move, stab."
——"Combat Bar [Roll]: You often fought in your childhood, and thanks to that, you have mastered so rolling and dodging techniques. However, it’s not always effective, at least not against those with quick reflexes."
That’s it?
Looking at the lone stab and roll in the combat bar, Duncan felt a bit nervous. But fortunately, in his previous life, he didn’t know how many gas he played, where he could even beco a champion in Caladria with just a stick. Now, seeing the familiar ga interface, he gradually relaxed a lot. At least he had a cheat, it wasn’t entirely hopeless.
Moreover, this ti it wasn’t using a mouse and keyboard; his ntal reaction speed was faster. Do not doubt the combat skills of a veteran player, after switching to a God’s perspective and overcoming the fear and instinct of the body, he was now eager to try.
"I cleared the Soul series gas without dying once, I won’t believe I’ll die here."
Beside the haystack.
After his consciousness entered the God’s perspective, the youthful body he controlled imdiately beca a cold and expressionless warrior, with the previous fear on his face completely disappearing, leaving only a gleam of excitent and eagerness in his eyes.
First, he stood in place and jumped once, held the manure fork firmly in both hands and swung it, thrusting it into the air, then rolled to the right, stained with dirt, entering the other side of the haystack.
"The operation feels great! No delay at all!"
Duncan’s consciousness was controlling the body, silently calculating the attack fras and distance of the manure fork. Through God’s perspective, he saw the tall, thin warrior not far away stopping in confusion. (Sixty fras per second.)
"Where did the kid go?" The tall, thin warrior looked bewildered, and when he slightly raised his head, a scar on his chin was visible.
This village was small, but it had a simple fence around it. Being a seasoned veteran, the tall thin man originally planned to circle to the side of the fence entrance and smash open Duncan’s head with a flying axe.
He excelled in throwing French throwing axes.
But halfway through, the opponent suddenly stopped moving, lingering in the gap between the wooden house and a pile of haystacks.
The visibility in this area wasn’t great.
The tall thin man instinctively switched to dual-wielding weapons, but quickly sneered. After all, the opponent was just a farr, holding a manure fork, and couldn’t possibly be his opponent.
He just needed to be a little careful to catch and execute this fleeing little rat.
The tall thin man slightly tilted his ear, hearing footsteps nearby, just behind the haystack on the side. These haystacks were two to three ters high, stacked neatly, two ters apart, used by farrs to make fires for winter and feed livestock. They were also the quilts of this era, without them, one would freeze to death in winter.
The tall thin man cautiously crept forward, keenly aware of his surroundings.
Thud!
But to his utmost surprise, his every movent was monitored under Duncan’s God’s perspective. In an instant when the opponent popped out, a manure fork was thrust with lightning speed, imdiately blowing up his head. Amidst the heartrending screams, the pointed end of the manure fork burst into the deserter’s eye.
These deserters were decently equipped but lacked helts and shields. Their heavy armor was probably discarded, as they wore mostly light armor.
The longer the weapon, the stronger it is.
Duncan’s thoughts were very clear, he had a God’s perspective that allowed him to catch the enemy off guard.
Although the manure fork wasn’t a great weapon, it had the advantage of attack range. This body was strong and muscular from years of labor, a full-force strike could definitely deal damage. With the God’s perspective, he could maneuver strategically, and this large pile of haystacks was his natural shield.
Ah!
A scream echoed, and as the enemy was pierced, a health bar appeared, then quickly vanished.
Dead just like that?
This wasn’t just damage; it was a one-hit headshot. Duncan directly burst the deserter veteran’s head, the sharp end of the manure fork punctured several centiters in, and when pulling it out, it clearly caught on a bone for a mont.
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