A translucent attribute box appeared in front of me, which finally made me feel relieved. Fortunately, I can finally integrate into this world with a quite noble identity in the future.

Feeling relieved, I looked at the translucent attribute box carefully.

Name: Wu Fan

Occupation: Druid (Redeemer)

Level: Level 1

Experience: 0

Next level experience 5000

Strength: 15 Agility: 20 Vitality: 25 Spirit: 20

Attack 0-1

Life 55 Stamina 84 Mana 20 Defense 11 (Others are ignored)

Redeemer? Next level experience 5000??

"How about it?"

Lar on the side saw that I had been in a daze and asked impatiently.

Judging from their appearance, they probably couldn't see my property box, which made me breathe a big sigh of relief.

"Well, it's opened, but it's only level 1 and has 0 experience. It takes a lot of experience to get to the next level." I said vaguely.

"Haha, dear Wu, don't worry, it's just 5000 experience. I believe that with your current age and talent, if you add enough diligence and luck, you will definitely be able to cross the level 24 hurdle before the age of 30.

.Lal said with envy.

It turns out that everyone has the same first-level experience. I just don’t know if anyone else has the identity of the redeemer behind the profession. I can’t think of a topic to ask them about, so I might as well forget it and leave it alone for now.

Feel it slowly by yourself from now on.

"Oh, really? It turns out I'm so powerful!" I responded with a silly smile. It would be bad if I was more modest at this time.

Next, under Laer's guidance, I opened my storage column, skill column and task column one after another. Up to this point, Laer could only teach me so many basics, and I had to do the rest by myself.

You will slowly experience it during the battle.

The dark clouds covering the sky finally dispersed, and I lay quietly next to the fire, casually breaking a piece of weed and holding it in my mouth. After repeated requests, the three Laers finally agreed to let me try to keep vigil, as if I could successfully open the door.

The barriers unique to career changers finally gave them some confidence in me, a reckless career changer. Of course, the trust we formed after getting along with each other in the past few days also played a major role. Otherwise, no matter how good I am, they wouldn't be able to

Give the night to someone you don't know well.

Of course, I can't stay all night. Although it's not a big deal for me, tomorrow's schedule is still very tight. If you don't get enough sleep, it will definitely slow down everyone's pace, so I am responsible for the simpler first half of the night.

, Lal was in charge of the rest of the night.

The blood-red moon hanging high in the sky reminds me all the time that this is not a game, but a real world, because people here cannot be resurrected after death.

But tonight, the menu bar that is only available in every game made me confused again. Is this a real world or a game that is closer to reality?

The two thoughts were intertwined in my heart. Doug's passionate voice, Lar's calm yet sinister sharp language, and Geoff's taciturn, cold-inside and hot-out personality - all flashed through my mind. I

Suddenly he grinned.

bd, there are living, flesh-and-blood people right in front of me, and I even wonder if this is a game world. It seems that my cowardly character has not become much stronger with the training of these days.

I just keep escaping from reality.

Perhaps, each world has its own unique rules and laws. If I take the three of them to the original world now, how will they feel when they see the plane on the plane and the computer on the desk that day? I'm afraid it will be worse than

You must be tens of thousands of times surprised when you see these menu bars.

In fact, life is very simple. As long as you can accept the facts before you, then you will naturally get used to it and take it for granted. To put it harshly, life is like rape. If you don’t want to be depressed, you have to learn to accept it.

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After thinking about this, the depression and helplessness that had been plaguing me seemed to be relieved. Although it was not completely overcome, at least it allowed me to accept everything in front of me calmly.

A faint sound of footsteps came over, calm and regular, and I knew who was coming without looking back.

"Uncle Lal, it seems like the first half of the night hasn't passed yet."

I looked up at the red moon in the sky, which had only risen to two fifths.

"Go, go, kid, sleep a little longer so that you won't be unable to keep up tomorrow." Regarding my suggestion that my kindness was not rewarded, Lal said with his eyes widened.

"Hehe~~" I laughed a few times, accepted Lar's kindness, and got into the tent that Lar lent me.

The next few days were still boring and boring. It is worth mentioning that during an operation to exterminate the rotting corpses, a white wooden stick unexpectedly emerged. Lal immediately used a stick that was completely inconsistent with the calmness and humility of the Paladin.

With an honest and quality attitude, he boasted to me about the accuracy of his exclusive information. After feeling proud for more than half an hour, he suddenly thrust this white wooden stick into my hand.

"Uncle Lar, this..."

I was just a bystander standing by. According to the rules of this world, I was not qualified to get the spoils at all. I saw Lal push the wooden stick into my hand - although it was just a white wooden stick, but from the equipment of the past few days,

It seems that even a fool can calculate the value of this stick.

Here I have to talk about some classifications of this world.

Regardless of race, if we only classify people into categories, there are several types of people in this world.

Civilians are numerous in number and generally have low abilities. They cannot fight against the forces of hell, but they are important. Of course, those who change jobs also have parents. If there were no civilians, how could those who changed jobs just fall from the sky?

Soldiers are much stronger than civilians, and if they work well together, they can be lethal to monsters.

A mercenary is stronger than a soldier. His strength is between that of a soldier and a job changer. Like a job changer, he has received very arduous training. He just cannot change jobs and become a job changer because he has no talent. Although he is not as good as a job changer.

Job changers learn a lot of skills, but they can already use some suitable equipment, and they have a major advantage over job changers, that is, they are far more numerous than job changers.

Needless to say, career changers, although their number is a bit small, they are definitely the backbone of the force that resists the invasion of hell.

Next is the items. The items in this world are divided into two categories.

The first category is daily necessities without any attached attributes.

The second category is equipment, which comes with attributes and is divided into many different levels.

Civilians can only use daily necessities, such as ordinary butcher knives, fruit knives, coats, leather shoes, leather cases, etc. The most intuitive thing is that the fur coat I am wearing now has no defense and can only be used to keep out the cold.

These daily necessities cannot be called equipment at all, because these items do not have any attributes. For example, if a strong butcher uses a butcher's knife to deal with a low-level fallen demon with low defense, he can only do it at best.

It's just a trace of blood.

What can be called equipment refers to something with attribute descriptions, even if it is a blank slate, for example: a rusty wooden knife with a broken mouth, damage: 0-01, and infinite durability tending to 0.

Yes, as long as it has this damage: 0-01, no matter how low it is, it can be called equipment.

Only these items that can be called equipment can cause relatively large harm to the invaders from hell. The reason why job changers are noble is not only because of their powerful skills, but also because these equipment can only be used by job changers.

Only mercenaries can use these equipment (in fact, mercenaries can also, but the equipment they use is very limited). Civilians cannot use it. Even if they have enough strength to hold it in their hands, they cannot exert the properties of the equipment. Just like a civilian hand

He is holding a dark gold top-level sword and wearing a full green suit. He is no better than a shirtless man with a butcher knife in his hand. And the prerequisite is that he is strong enough to pick up the sword.

, and can withstand the weight of the green suit.

Where do job changers come from? They are those who are talented and have gone through countless trials. In terms of strength, agility, mental and physical strength, they are many times stronger than ordinary people. They can only accept job transfers after receiving the affirmation of gods. And a 7,

Even level 80 career changers may not be able to use top-level swords and green suits. You expect civilians to be able to afford them. You have read too many novels.

The topic has changed. Because of these factors, civilians are destined to be unable to go to the battlefield, and a job changer is particularly precious. The equipment used by a job changer also has a low violence rate and no one can make it, so even if it is

A whiteboard is also very valuable.

Speaking of whiteboards, I have to classify the equipment again. From bottom to top, there are whiteboards, blue, gold, dark gold, green, and finally, legendary artifacts. At this point, I have to give Blizzard a serious blow again.

It has an irresponsible attitude. Sure enough, the authenticity of the games it produces is just like its classic saying: the game will be officially released by then, which is completely unreliable.

Ahem. In fact, I have said so much just to prove one thing, that is, this seemingly inconspicuous white wooden stick is actually very precious, and I really deserve it.

Thinking this, I quickly took the wooden stick, no slower than Doug's action of accepting the ring that day. Doug sighed when he saw it, sighing that there are many people in our generation, and the way he looked at me changed.
Chapter completed!