'Please confirm your na'
In front of the young man was the dark, rain-laden Nightless City.
This environnt made the young man think of his profession and his living conditions.
'Rainy Night with a Knife and No Umbrella'
'Na confird, please wait to enter the "Cyber Realm", 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5...'
Though the young man hadn't played many gas, he couldn't help but be stunned. Was it over just like that?
The next mont, a forceful gravity pushed him forward, thrusting the young man into this blurry world, where everything started becoming clear: thick radiation clouds, pouring rain, and a sci-fi thed city in the downpour.
'Are the special effects of this ga just too good?'
The vision of Rainy Night with a Knife and No Umbrella went dark.
When he woke again, his left eye's vision was blurry, and the right eye's vision was pitch black.
His hearing seed normal.
"Hey, do you think we can sneak through this ti by transforming the Primordial People into Bionic n? Isn't that redundant?"
"The higher-ups just want Bionic n. What can I do? Just make do; after all, they're a bunch of foreigners."
A strong sense of pressure erged from his right eye socket, followed by intense pain.
Before the ga started, he could actually adjust the pain level. However, Rainy Night with a Knife and No Umbrella, trusting in his own willpower, thought it was just a broken ga and filled in 100% almost without hesitation.
Now he regretted it.
Fortunately, he gritted his teeth and didn't scream out loud.
As the swelling subsided, the right eye's vision changed from darkness to blurriness, and gradually beca clear over ti.
Taking advantage of this ti, he opened the panel, and the main attributes were a series of 4s.
'So it's not about the player's physical fitness determining the ga character's attributes, but it's random?'
As his vision cleared, Rainy Night with a Knife and No Umbrella discreetly scanned left and right, confirming that the people around had started moving before he sat up.
Contrary to the high-tech environnt he expected, the place felt more like a Black Workshop to Rainy Night with a Knife and No Umbrella.
A cramped room, walls blackened by smoke, plastic barrels filled with blood-red liquid, pots and jars scattered all over the floor, large welding equipnt.
"Damn, this is intense right from the start?"
"Where is this, the back kitchen of my delivery order?"
The three players imdiately recognized their buddies, simply because they looked much more normal compared to the distorted, twitching Bionic n around them.
It was natural for the three of them to huddle together.
"Brother, what's your na?"
"I Love Eating Buns."
"I am a Big Muscle Dominator."
"Rainy Night with a Knife and No Umbrella."
I Love Eating Buns and I am a Big Muscle Dominator exchanged glances and stood in solemn respect.
"So it's the Master of Literature!"
"I've read your work more than once, and I can't put it down every ti. It keeps up all night."
Rainy Night with a Knife and No Umbrella stayed silent for a mont and changed the topic.
"Do you have any information we can exchange?"
Baozi and Muscle Dominator exchanged a glance, a big question mark flashed in their eyes.
If soone dares to choose a userna like this, shouldn't they wear their charm on their face?
Isn't it supposed to be an open charm, rather than a secret indulgence?
"Ahem, I'll go first, I woke up earlier, and I heard those NPCs saying they seem to want to fabricate a batch of Bionic n and sell us to the factory." Baozi spoke first.
"They want to make us work illegally? What a joke!"
"I think this might be a task, maybe we can change professions."
"Change profession to what, Factory Director? Do you think we're going to the Eastern Depot," Big Muscle Dominator mocked.
"What do you think?"
The two looked at the Master of Literature.
"Soone's coming!"
Rainy Night with a Knife and No Umbrella rolled his eyes and moved his limbs like he was doing a zombie dance, just like the other Bionic n.
Is this guy a dance student? It's so alike!
The other two instinctively imitated him, though they didn't look like normal people, they also didn't resemble the other Bionic n.
"Hey, it's just a ga, does it need to be this realistic?"
"Who cares, just don't be the standout," Muscle Dominator and Baozi whispered.
The iron door was opened, an NPC impatiently banging on a projection drum, and each hit produced visible sound wave special effects in the air.
The stimulation of the sound made the Bionic n twist their bodies grotesquely and walk towards the door.
"Whoa, kind of high-tech."
"What's that, didn't you see the other guy has a chanical arm?"
Rainy Night with a Knife and No Umbrella frowned at the two, quietly falling behind, palming a carving knife.
'Level 5 chanical Transforr, upper and lower body uncoordinated, which ans the other person probably only transford an arm. As long as I get close, there's a chance to kill him.'
The Bionic n production room at the Black Workshop had three in total, at this mont, more than forty Bionic n waddled out.
Suddenly, a voice rang out.
"Is there any player buddies?" a Bionic Man suddenly called, looking around.
Big Muscle Dominator was about to respond when Baozi pulled him back.
And the NPC's eyes flashed with a fierce glow, taking three steps to reach him.
"Are you the village chief? Any missions—"
Before the other person could finish speaking, the NPC's chanical fist was imprinted on his face with a 'bang', producing a critical strike with twice the crushing attributes.
'Damn, so fierce!'
'Damn, no censorship, how did this ga pass review?'
Fists fell like raindrops, with blood spurting all around, in re seconds, the player buddy's blood volu hit rock bottom, rendered motionless on the ground.
"Turns out one wasn't well transford."
The NPC muttered to himself, wiping the blood from his hands on the player, just about to get up when a Bionic Man suddenly burst from the crowd, fiercely determined to risk it all, knocking over this 'Newbie Village Winter Soldier', following with a pounce, both hands fiercely clasping around the person's neck, the carving knife accurately piercing the major artery, while five fingers of the other hand tightly wedged into the chanical arm's seam, even as bones fractured, flesh was ground, refusing to let go.
And those minced flesh precisely disrupted the chanical arm's operation.
Ten seconds later, the 'Newbie Village Winter Soldier' bled out to death.
In Big Muscle Dominator and Baozi's astonished expressions, Rainy Night with a Knife and No Umbrella almost without a pause, allocated the two attribute points from leveling up to Endurance, and stood up, pulling the electronic drum operator from the opponent, and inserted the handgun at the other's waist into his own.
Soon, under his manipulation, the more than forty Bionic n advanced towards the door like a Corpse Tide.
And Rainy Night with a Knife and No Umbrella mixed among them again, disappearing with strange movents.
This series of operations flowed smoothly, taking no more than ten seconds.
Soon, gunfire erupted outside.
Big Muscle Dominator and Baozi exchanged glances and rushed out, just in ti to see Rainy Night with a Knife and No Umbrella pushing a body off the truck.
"Are you getting on?" Rainy Night with a Knife and No Umbrella asked.
"Yes, yes, yes!"
"Driver, take us along!"
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