Chapter 694: Chapter 394: It Won’t Work Without Here (Part 2)_1 Chapter 694: Chapter 394: It Won’t Work Without Here (Part 2)_1 Just like Huang Ping, the priestess in the wooden hut was utterly baffled.
Even though the previous Demon King had been defeated, his minions had beco even more crazed. Giant hounds were rely the most insignificant of demons here, while more powerful ones littered the area.
The wooden hut used to be the frontline in resistance against the Demon King, but it had fallen. The state religion had already ceased support for this place, and she was now the last priest left.
With her final hope, she prayed incessantly and at last welcod a hero.
She had thought this hero would, as the holy scriptures described, bring new order to this place with the weapon in his hand, but she watched helplessly as he stepped into darkness and, in the next instant, died under the claws of a hound.
As she observed his body bleeding out, the priestess felt the world was dood.
Let it all be destroyed, let everything be destroyed!
With a heart filled with despair, she drained her treasured wine in one gulp and then picked up her warhamr, ready to face the demons outside in a final battle.
However, just as she was about to step outside, she noticed that the ritual array behind her had sohow been activated again.
Huang Ping, who had just died, erged from it and said to the priestess, “Do you have any other weapons here? I feel the dagger isn’t very useful.”
“You… you just died, didn’t you?” the priestess asked, pointing at the body outside.
“Yeah, and then?” Huang Ping asked with confusion.
“So… that… whose body is that?”
“Mine, of course.”
“Then who are you?”
“.”
“So, who are you exactly!”
Watching the priestess flustered, Huang Ping thought the ga’s setting was quite interesting.
Players would die and after death, they could choose to resurrect at the sa spot and continue onward.
Although they would lose all their accumulated items, the player’s corpse remained. If one could find their own body, then they could reclaim their previous items.
Of course, so items would inevitably be taken by unknown demons during this process, but as long as so of the forr belongings were recovered, the trip wasn’t in vain.
Furthermore, after reading the setting, Huang Ping discovered that there were sanctuaries in this place, which could fend off demon attacks. Players could use the oddities they found to build new sanctuaries and store their items there.
These sanctuaries weren’t for individual players; once built, they would continuously exist there until the energy inside the sanctuary was exhausted. However, players could also repair these sanctuaries, extending their usability.
This setup ant that, while the ga tended more towards single-player, the connections between players remained; they could leave ssages in the sanctuaries about potential dangers ahead, and even place items they didn’t need there for the next player who ca.
Moreover, death wasn’t aningless. For instance, observing the priestess’s reaction gave Huang Ping a sense of amusent.
Appreciating the priestess’s expression for a mont, Huang Ping said, “Don’t worry about those details. Do you have any strong weapons here? I only have a tetanus dagger in my backpack, which has a small chance of causing tetanus when it stabs an enemy, but it’s practically useless?”
“Do you want my warhamr?” the priestess asked, lifting her own hamr.
Huang Ping took the warhamr and found the twenty cards in his backpack had turned into the warhamr.
Compared to the dagger, the warhamr was more powerful and didn’t require much skill to use; all he needed to do was smash downwards.
However, recalling the strength of the black hound, Huang Ping felt that just a hamr wasn’t enough.
So, he continued, “Is there anything more special, like an oddity?”
“Those are very rare, I don’t have any,” the priestess said pitifully. “I’ve been abandoned by the state religion here, all personnel have been evacuated, and all the supplies taken away. There’s nothing left here.”
“Then why didn’t you leave?”
“Slept in…”
Huang Ping looked at the female priest and felt that she really didn’t have much of a brain.
He sighed, handed the maul back to the priest, and then said, “Fine, I’ll just keep going to die. If I die several more tis, I can accumulate so points, then unlock a talent and obtain a starting relic.”
“Eh, what do you an? Can you explain it to ?”
“It’s hard to make it clear to an NPC like you. But the unlocking condition is a bit high; it would be better to change it to die only once later. Anyway, I’m off.”
The priest subconsciously tried to pull Huang Ping back, but Huang Ping had already pushed the door open and stepped into the darkness.
This ti, he didn’t encounter the black hound.
The terrifying demon had left, and the pitch-black road was free of any beasts. A red moon appeared at the end of the road, casting an ominous presence all around.
On the distant horizon, there was a bright light, shining like a faint hope, beckoning him. It made Huang Ping desire to reach it and let him know that it was his next destination.
Taking a deep breath, Huang Ping walked towards the light.
But he hadn’t reached it by the ti work ended.
After all, this was a fallen area, teeming with countless demons, swarming everywhere.
He would get bitten to death by the black hound, killed by the bites of passing insects, and occasionally, there were crazies toying with relics who might accidentally kill him if he wasn’t careful.
However, with each death, his starting talent unlocked a little bit more; death brought points, and these points made his ga starts easier, allowing him to go further.
The constant positive feedback kept Huang Ping addicted; death had beco a way to improve himself at this ti. Each journey’s random events were almost never the sa, giving him the thrill of adventuring in an endless dark world and rediscovering the joy of exploration he had long missed.
If he could play this ga in a gaming pod, the imrsion would probably be even better.
Playing while taking notes, Huang Ping had unknowingly recorded a large number of possible improvents, and Xiao Douzi, beside him, was also engrossed in the ga, enjoying himself imnsely.
When Monkey returned from his vacation, what he saw were the two of them, completely engrossed in playing cards and unable to pull themselves away.
The Monkey had tanned on his trip and returned stronger than before, no longer the skinny Monkey but more like a sturdy one.
Standing at the company’s entrance, he excitedly said, “My vacation is over, I’m back! I must have missed out on a lot of things, right? I’m ready to catch up on everything.”
“Not really much,” Fang Cheng replied, sipping on Spirit Grass. “Huang Ping has gone in, and he hasn’t co out yet.”
“He actually went in? I knew this day would co. What was the charge?”
Looking at the excited Monkey, Fang Cheng felt that the studio’s culture might need so correction.
Why would you assu he has been thrown in jail?
Monkey quickly realized his mistake because Huang Ping was sitting at his desk.
His ga optimization suggestions had already filled an entire notebook, and Huang Ping himself looked quite dejected. He stared at the screen and scratched his head, saying, “Passing the round still needs a bit of work. The opponent forcing you to pass three rounds to end the turn is just disgusting. If a re wild beast is this strong, there really needs to be so balancing here. Xiao Douzi, what do you think?”
“Mm, mm.”
“Yeah, without so restrictions, the passing ability is too strong. But my choice of relics was also a problem; I should have added armor.”
“Mm, mm.”
Huang Ping talked more the more he played, Xiao Douzi talked less the more he played, and Lin Nan would beco utterly silent when engrossed in the ga.
It was still okay when Monkey was around since he could liven up the atmosphere of the studio. However, with Monkey going on vacation, the whole studio’s mood had beco decidedly odd.
Witnessing this, Monkey suddenly felt a surge of pride.
Indeed, they can’t do without .
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