So, on the fifth day after I entered the battle, the time was when the red moon had just risen in the evening, and the location was still next to a small fire in the vast wasteland of blood. Four people were sitting there, and Uncle Lal stood beside me.

The nth collective criticism meeting was held on the issue of combat methods.

"Wu, you are very talented in fighting, you understand it quickly, and you are still unscathed so far."

Lal's tone was very gentle, as if he was praising me, but I was unmoved after having experienced numerous criticisms. Just like a teacher calling a student at the bottom of his class into the office, his first words were often: "I

The teacher is also very pleased to know that you have been studying very hard recently..."

"but……"

Sure enough, I felt a shiver in my heart, thinking that such a method could be used to coax me, and I didn't even think about me. Back then, I drank a large jar of cheap expired tea in the teacher's office in one semester, and was beaten.

Known as the "activist" member of the study class in the office.

"There are advantages and disadvantages to this." Uncle Lal looked at me seriously, not as if he was joking.

"The good thing is that you don't have to get hurt. The bad thing is that you don't get hurt!"

What is it? Isn't it wrong to not be injured?

"Wu...listen to me carefully."

Lar looked at my confused look, smiled and shook his head.

"Can you guarantee that you will remain unscathed in future battles?"

I shook my head with certainty. I was joking. Even a hundred-level assassin could dodge when he was surrounded. Of course, if there was a shield to protect him, it would not be impossible to pass through thousands of flowers without leaving a single leaf.

Zhishen, the premise is that you have the courage to use all the skill points on the shield...

"So, have you ever thought about how you would react when you are injured?" Lal followed the instructions, hoping that I could enlighten myself one day.

I meditated for a while in a cooperative manner, and when Lar thought I was about to realize my enlightenment, he asked stupidly: "What is the reaction after being injured?"

"Yes, if you are injured at a critical moment, what will you do? Do you immediately cover your wound and leave the battlefield, roll in pain and wait for the monster to make up for it, or continue fighting without changing your expression?"

I suppressed the dark lines on my face and continued.

"Uh~~, I understand."

Laer's intention is nothing more than to make me get used to getting hurt. To put it in simple terms - if you want to hit someone, you must first learn to be beaten.

Lar nodded with satisfaction, looked at me with the eyes of a wolf grandma and said, "You understand, that's great. I'm doing this for your own good."

"Huh? What...what-?" I suddenly had an ominous premonition.

The next day, the inhumane training began. Lal kindly lent me the incredible white leather armor that he usually treasured. I was so moved that I squeezed out a few tears on the spot. When he said

When he kicked me into the Sinking Demon Squad, I immediately calculated the success rate of embezzling this leather armor...

Sinking demons are different from wights. They have low defense, small strength, and short lifespan. Their advantages are agility and high-speed attack frequency. Such monsters are really useless for training people's abilities.

Even if they are magic weapons, they would be ashamed of their role in this aspect. Countless people grew up quickly under their swords, and then continued to move forward by stepping on their corpses. There was even a B poet like this

Praise them:

Ah, the fallen devil!

The mother of career changers!

You use the hoe (small knife) stained with sweat (blood) in your hand;

Cultivated generations of warriors;

You dedicate your life to it;

See? Your milk has made them grow;

Gently, you left, just as gently as you came;

Praise you, fallen demon, the lovely monster in this world;

The mother of a career changer...

Of course, within a few moments, the poet was hung up on a tree and flown as a kite by the angry career changers. Unfortunately, the poem had already spread and became an eternal thorn in the hearts and eyes of all career changers...

After I learned the rules from fighting, I discovered that being injured is actually not such a terrible thing in this world.

First of all, there is no critical fatal attack marked with the protagonist's special mark in the "Net" game...

How to understand the meaning of this sentence? Let’s use an analogy.

If you are currently wearing a piece of clothing with a defense of 10, then these 10 defense points will be distributed all over your body, but the distribution will not be even. For example, the stronger arms and abdomen may not be allocated enough defense.

to 1 point, while the eyes and throat may account for 2-3 points, so whether you attack the arms or the eyes, the damage is actually about the same. Even if there is a difference, it is only due to the effects of large attacks and small attacks on the weapon attributes.

That's all.

This is what I noticed the moment I put on the Lar leather armor. As someone who put on equipment for the first time and exchanged shotguns for cannons, I was sensitive to a warm airflow coming from the leather armor.

It is diffused and unevenly distributed everywhere, but the warm current in several key locations is still thick.

So, there is no critical attack, so will there be a negative attack? For example, if I stab someone in the eye, although the damage will not be increased, will it cause him to go blind?

Although I dare not try it personally, this kind of thing should not happen. I think there should be some rules restricting it. For example, no matter how powerful you are, how high the damage is, how weak your opponent is, but he

Before death, you cannot destroy his vitals or other rule restrictions.

Otherwise, some prefixes may have to be added to the professions of the three people watching the show not far behind me, such as the weird uncle who is missing an arm, the blind and lame paladin Uncle Fierce, etc.

of……

Uh~~, the suffix I accidentally added is definitely not my intention, please don’t make random guesses...

Think about it from another angle, if you can easily blind and cripple your opponent, wouldn't the skills of many professions become useless? For example, the Necromancer's dim vision can blind someone with just a knife in the eye.

Well, all you can do is to greatly reduce the enemy's field of vision even if you try your best. Isn't this nonsense?

In short, I think the rules of this world are quite strange. It is typical of demolishing the east wall to make up for the west wall, which is so casual that it is hard to accept.

Just like I took out a laptop and analyzed it to Lal and others about the functions of the computer, the integrated chips inside, and the complexity of the programs, even if they could understand them, it would still be the same.

You may not be able to accept it right away.

Although it is meaningless, I still want to complain about the crude rules of this world. This is too much. Even if you just find an online game novel online, the settings in it are very strict. At least they still have the concept of critical attack.

.

But thinking about it from another perspective, such crude rules are extremely beneficial to people like me.

In fact, so far, the only motivation that supports me in this world is that I don’t expect to have three wives and four concubines like the protagonists of "Net". As long as I can have a stable residence, and then use my identity as a Druid

, I think it shouldn’t be too difficult to find a virtuous wife. Then, I occasionally go out to fight monsters, act like a brave warrior who exorcises the evil forces of hell, and then sell the spoils to supplement the family income. Wife

Gentle, kind, and well-managed, that's all.

All in all, after understanding this reality, my last fear of fighting disappeared. Although it would still hurt if I was cut with a knife, at least I don't have to worry about being rejected because of my disability and being a bachelor for the rest of my life.

Already...

Finally, after several days of training, I was able to return to the scene without changing my expression even after being slashed with n knives. Even if the knife was slashed at my vitals, I could ignore it as nothing.

, In other words, I have finally been assimilated into the thinking of the Dark Continent. After all, there is no such thing as a critical point in the Dark Continent.

When I began to be able to travel through the group of fallen demons without changing my expression, exchanging injuries for injuries and using my strength (actually, the two idioms have nothing to do with each other), Lal came over, patted me on the shoulder, and

The kind-hearted master praised me a few words, then peeled off my leather armor and threw me into the Sinking Demon's camp again, calling it intensive training.

So in the subsequent intensive training, I mentally transformed the face of the Sinking Demon into Lal's appearance using the technique of stealing a dragon, a phoenix, a sky, a civet cat, and a prince. As a result, the efficiency of killing enemies unexpectedly increased a lot, which made Lal sigh.

I thought I taught well.

This battle lasted for three days. I counted carefully and found that it has been just over half a month since I came to this world. If the units of year, month and day of the people in the Dark Continent are the same as ours.

This morning, I got up very early, so early that I didn’t even have time to hide from the red moon, because Lal told me that I would be able to return to Rogge Camp at noon today. I was so excited that it was hard to express, and I didn’t have any fun.

People who have experienced Diablo will never understand the status of Rogge Camp in the minds of us players. It is the player's base and the palace of hands.

And judging from the information revealed by Lal, there are at least hundreds of thousands of people living in it. This makes me look forward to it, and once again despise Blizzard's only NPC, a few chickens, a few cows, and a wooden fence.
Chapter completed!