Under Su Ming’an’s cautious gaze, Lin Guang suddenly holstered his gun.
The gun was pure white, and to soone like Su Ming’an, with a chanical Skill Level of 10, its quality was extrely powerful.
Lin Guang barely hooked the corner of his mouth, and a mont later, he revealed an unattractive smile.
It was evident that making this expression had taken Lin Guang all his effort.
"What is your na?" Lin Guang asked, sounding rather friendly.
"Lewis."
Su Ming’an’s hand was already positioned to draw his sword, ready to strike the mont Lin Guang raised his gun.
Lin Guang in front of him was extrely dangerous. Having reached the Fourth Rank, Su Ming’an often had these sixth sense-like premonitions.
Being a being of high stature like Lin Guang, he was generally a world boss, with combat power ranging from 3000 to 9999.
Encountering a world boss at the start... Su Ming’an thought he was indeed "lucky."
"Alright, Lewis," Lin Guang savored the na, as if committing it deeply to mory.
He still maintained a dry smile on his face:
"Lewis, I want to be your friend."
Lin Guang’s voice was high-pitched, clear, and had an ethereal quality.
"...Huh?" Su Ming’an was completely baffled by these sowhat ingratiating words.
He was gearing up for battle, yet the other party wanted... to be his friend?
"Yes, I like you," Lin Guang said and realizing it sounded wrong, he added, "Not in the human sense of like. I an, although I don’t know who you are, there’s a familiar aura about you that I like."
Su Ming’an was confused, but he had encountered such odd NPCs before.
"And then, if we beco friends?" he continued the conversation.
He knew Lin Guang had a very high status in this world, almost equal to Su Rin’s importance. Not only powerful and influential, but he could also mobilize large armies anyti.
The fact that a faction boss hadn’t attacked him but instead bizarrely wanted to be his friend was fortunate.
"Then, I will take you back to the City of Gods," Lin Guang spoke, always with a hint of ingratiating tone: "The City of Gods is the most resource-rich city, I am its City Lord, and it is far better than the Eleventh District."
Lin Guang stepped closer, his high-quality black robe billowing in the wind, under the brilliant magenta sky, it looked like it was rimd with sun-drenched red.
"A temporary gathering place like the Eleventh District is easy to destroy, I... don’t want to see you die here," he said.
...
"Ding dong!"
[Faction Leader (Lin Guang) has sent you an invitation to join the faction — Deity Faction.]
[Once you choose to join, due to the special nature of the inviter, you will be far removed from war, separate from most NPCs and players, but will gain a large amount of Deity Faction Contribution Points.]
[Do you choose to join?]
...
"No!" Su Ming’an imdiately refused.
Seeing the words "Faction Leader" in the prompt, he knew he had once again run into a boss at the start of the ga.
Deities could not invade this world, and as a human "Agent," Lin Guang was the most powerful person.
If ordinary players saw such conditions, they would readily agree, not needing to fight, staying in the safest place, and receiving a lot of contribution points.
But he couldn’t do it. Once he followed Lin Guang, he would never be able to leave the City of Gods, let alone travel with Dong An’an to assist the battle group in winning or explore the "Source of Civilization" of this world.
He always felt that this supposed "Source of Civilization," which could extend the world’s lifespan was sohow connected to the "World Origin" he obtained each ti he perfectly passed the ga.
Not to ntion... behind Lin Guang, in that beautiful mansion, there were many black-haired, grey-eyed "decorations," Lin Guang had turned people into dolls.
——Su Ming’an refused to travel with the pervert.
Lin Guang blinked his eyes again, realizing that Su Ming’an had rejected him.
"..." The smile on his face gradually faded, and the atmosphere beca tense in an instant.
Just then, a sudden hum of a car engine broke the silence.
Into this idyllic place, a sedan arrived. It jerked along the mountain road, speeding as if chased by death, kicking up a cloud of dust.
"Bang!" The car door was violently slamd open, and a person jumped out.
She wore a Demon Fox mask, with bright red cords tying back her scattered hair, revealing pale and gaunt cheeks. As she leaped out, her black hair flew up high, like the tail of a fox.
"——Hey, I’ve co to pick you up!" the girl called out loudly.
Her tone was anxious, eager to take Su Ming’an away.
Regardless of who the girl was, she provided Su Ming’an a way out, and he imdiately responded, "Okay, I’m coming back now."
He always felt that if he stayed here longer, he would inevitably et the sa end as those "dolls." Lin Guang seed easy to talk to, but his personality must be extrely twisted. Su Ming’an didn’t believe an S Charm could truly captivate a world boss.
Su Ming’an glanced in Lin Guang’s direction. The white-haired agent stood at the doorway, his pristine grille fence lighting up in the daylight, illuminating the clear stream so intensely that it sparkled, forming a long bridge of water and light.
The scene was beautiful.
Too bad the person was a pervert.
"Lewis, until next ti," Lin Guang said.
Hearing this, Su Ming’an knew the other wouldn’t force him to stay.
He was temporarily safe.
"...Let’s go." Su Ming’an got into the girl’s sedan.
The shot Lin Guang had fired earlier was terrifying, and Su Ming’an worried he might fire suddenly again.
"Click" the car door closed, the sedan started, and swerved, plunging down the mountain as if fleeing for its life.
The girl in the Demon Fox mask stared intently ahead, driving hastily, her slender figure shivering unnaturally. It was evident that she was extrely afraid of Lin Guang.
Su Ming’an watched the fleeting shadows of trees, turning his head, and tentatively looked back—
Through the rear car window, he saw a shrinking black figure still standing at the villa’s entrance, resembling an indelible ghost.
Lin Guang was still staring intently in his direction.
The deterrent presence brought by the Faction Leader was indeed terrifying.
Su Ming’an sat up straight and looked at the driving girl.
"Who are you?" he asked.
"...Hmm?" The girl seed surprised.
The girl raised her hand, removed the bright red Demon Fox mask, and revealed a delicate face. Her eyebrows slightly sloped down, and her eyes shimred like a limpid spring, her deanor exuded a calm aura.
Su Ming’an had never seen her before.
The girl stared at Su Ming’an for a while, and he also gazed into her dark eyes.
After a mont, she revealed a smile, "Hello, this is our first eting. You might not recognize . My na is Qiu Li, a mber of the Beacon Shelter in Eleventh District."
"Qiu Li?" Su Ming’an said, "Are you a player?"
"Hmm?" Qiu Li seed not to understand.
Watching Qiu Li act this way, Su Ming’an realized—Qiu Li was an NPC! She couldn’t comprehend the concept of "player."
"Lu Sa sent to rescue you, she couldn’t make it here for now," Qiu Li said, "Oh, right, she asked to bring you a term, called ’Luna.’"
Su Ming’an understood, in this place Lu Sa’s na was Luna.
Perhaps Luna had placed so sort of tracker on him, able to assist him just in ti.
"We need to head back to the sanctuary—ah, right, let’s call you..." Qiu Li’s eyes darted around, "You look pretty handso, so we’ll call you Mr. Handso."
"My na is Lewis..."
"Mr. Handso, you’re a new resident of District Eleven. I’ll take you to the registration office to get your identity...," Qiu Li said.
Su Ming’an pressed his temples. He had always been patient with valuable NPCs.
A moniker was just a small thing, at least it didn’t involve an incessant stream of lies deceiving him from beginning to end. He was content with that.
The vehicle travelled downhill and gradually entered District Eleven, which beca increasingly desolate.
Many traffic facilities had ceased operation, as if abandoned for decades, with houses full of collapsed bricks and stones, mainly earth buildings lacking even windows and doors, barely sheltering from the rain with tarpaulins.
Su Ming’an even saw an abandoned amusent park, with several gondolas on the Ferris wheel already broken; the decommissioned roller coaster looked like a crawling black dragon.
It was evident that this place was once a bustling city that later turned into ruins.
District Eleven was established on these ruins.
Mairon had said that people’s mories from thirty years ago were erased. Since Su Ming’an had been hibernating, it was very likely he ca from thirty years before.
"Deity" was also a term Su Ming’an had never heard before.
What kind of bizarre world had he ended up in?
Suddenly, Su Ming’an noticed, in the distance, there was a fire.
The fire was too fierce, almost burning up to the sky, nearly rging with the blood-red sun above, creating an apocalyptic feel.
"What is that?" Su Ming’an asked.
Qiu Li glanced over: "Execution."
"Execution?" Su Ming’an was surprised. This wasn’t a good phrase.
"Those who resist the Deity, once caught, will be executed," said Qiu Li. "Like a witch’s trial...so people won’t care if you truly believe in the Deity. They label you, and you could get executed like this... Mr. Handso, would you like to see? It’s not a pretty sight."
"Let’s just get the official matters done first," Su Ming’an said.
Although he still didn’t know what "Deity" was, it definitely wasn’t anything good.
Qiu Li blinked and cracked a smile: "Alright then."
She held the steering wheel and continued: "Our District Eleven is quite chaotic, often bullied. Sotis you will see bloody scenes on the roadside. Don’t panic, and don’t ddle too much. You’re too weak, be careful not to get caught up in this."
"..." Su Ming’an discovered that this world was truly not wonderful at all.
Without the "Source," the weak struggle to make their way. He had been underestimated more than once.
Half an hour later, they arrived at a flat house. Next to it was a resource exchange spot, bustling with people coming and going.
As Su Ming’an approached, a system prompt suddenly popped up.
...
[Caius Tower·Resource Exchange Center
Highest quality:
1. GY-95 State Fuel Combat Drone (Purple Grade), Exchange Points Needed: 10,000
2. X-66 Strategic Reconnaissance Drone (Purple Grade), Exchange Points Needed: 10,000
3. O-7 Long-Range Heavy Cannon (Purple Grade), Exchange Points Needed: 10,000
4. Passive Skill Potion (Purple Grade), Exchange Points Needed: 5,000
5. Spiritual Cat D-Class Eagle ch (Purple Grade), Exchange Points Needed: 10,000
...]
...
[Your current contribution points: 0 (Not part of a faction)]
...
A flurry of purple special effects flashed, blinding the audience’s eyes.
Su Ming’an took a deep breath.
It really was a big move.
Each item... was sothing every player dread of having.
There were a total of ten purple-grade exchangeable items neatly placed at the top of the exchange area, tempting every passing player. Drones, reconnaissance aircraft, chas, heavy artillery... he didn’t own any of these.
But what caught his attention the most was a purple-grade weapon nad "M-07 chanized Buoyant Cannon."
His gaze was firmly fixed on the image of the buoyant cannon. The screen showed five pale white buoyant cannons, resembling deep-sea jellyfish, their terrifying damage value emphasizing their power.
...
[M-07 chanized Buoyant Cannon (Purple Grade)
Attack Power: 30~120 (Large Buoyant Cannon Form)
Durability: 30/30
Quantity: 5
Equipnt Requirent: chanical Skill Level 8 or above
Usage Effects:
1. (Invisible): The buoyant cannon remains invisible in its normal state and becos visible during combat. It continuously scans for life forms around it and provides vision for the user.
2. (Large Buoyant Cannon Form): The buoyant cannons can be combined into a large buoyant cannon that requires the user’s control to attack.
3. (Dispersed Form): The buoyant cannons can automatically lock onto enemy targets and attack without the user’s control.]
...
Upon seeing this 120 attack power, Su Ming’an couldn’t shift his gaze away.
The Sword of Yarman was a gold-level weapon, and its attack power was only between 75~90. Yet this buoyant cannon had soared to 120 points...
The ga determined damage by subtracting the total defensive power of all a player’s equipnt.
If the weapon’s attack power was lower than the opponent’s defensive power, the damage would be drastically reduced.
If the attack power exceeded the opponent’s defensive power, it would inflict a critical hit based on the excess amount.
The reason Su Ming’an’s damage was so high was that players’ current equipnt was not good enough, with defensive power mostly between 20~40. Even Yarman’s 75 attack power was enough to deal multiple critical hits, with the critical damage exponentially increasing.
Su Ming’an’s total defensive power was only 55 points. Of these, the red-grade hat Daisy’s Song contributed 20 points, the purple-grade upper garnt Heart of the Future 30 points, and the blue-grade Lu Yihang’s Skirt 5 points.
His current bottleneck wasn’t in defeating players but in fighting those bosses with combat powers of four or five thousand. His physical attack power was inadequate to break through the bosses’ defense.
Although the damage from the Shadow State’s spatial vibration was high, once his mana points were exhausted, he was left defenseless, needing sustained output.
If he had this buoyant cannon in Qiongdi, he wouldn’t need to be so fearful of Fengchang, at least he wouldn’t be unable to break through the defense.
Of course, the price of the buoyant cannon was also beautifully high, 20000 contribution points, making it the most expensive item and the treasure of the instance.
He forcefully diverted his attention. This ti at the Caius Tower was indeed very important. As the difficulty of the instances increased, he must secure this artifact for excelling beyond his class.
Otherwise, he worried... he might not be able to keep up with the increasingly absurd difficulty of the instances.
In the Ninth World, he was already feeling overwheld.
At his side, Qiu Li saw his expression and laughed.
"Alright, let’s go."
She turned around, her black hair flowing, and the red cord tied to it traced a beautiful red trail.
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