Chapter 41 Talents

Everything was so understated, enemies of the same level were cut down as if it were a joke.

Xiantian! (Innate realm)

Ye-ge (Brother Ye) was definitely lying to me just now, he's definitely a Xiantian realm martial artist!

When did players become so strong?

Qingchen, who barely visits the forums, was really shocked.

The speed of combat power improvement is too fast, isn't it?

This game has only been out for a little over a month, and someone has already reached the Xiantian realm?

"Ye-ge, what's the secret to leveling up? Teach me. Although I focus on scientific research and development, I wouldn't mind if there's a shortcut to improve my strength."

Fang Yue glanced at him.

"Do you have a talent ability?"

"I can [Quick Read]!"

"...What is that?"

"When reading books and texts, I can read them quickly at several times the speed."

"...Anything else?"

"No."

"Then there's no shortcut. Practice your kung fu honestly."

Raising his hand, he killed a jailer who rushed over with a single strike. Fang Yue looked around.

In the adjacent cells, sat a group of ragged, sallow-faced people.

Each cell contained a similar group of people. They seemed to have been imprisoned for a long time, and they were all exceptionally haggard and shivering.

"Ye-ge, are you saying that if I had other talents, I'd have a chance to take a shortcut?"

"Yes, I have a friend whose talent is gaining attributes from eating. If she was willing to eat more and work harder every day, it wouldn't be a problem for her to keep up with my pace, let alone surpass me, but..."

"That's great. Introduce her to me. I'll research how to extract the talents of the refugees... Occupational hazard, occupational hazard, Ye-ge, don't look at me like that..."

"Hmph!"

Fang Yue snorted coldly, raised his hand, and cut off the iron lock of the cell in front of him.

Clang.

The iron lock shattered.

"You are free. If you want to live, find your own way to escape."

Leaving these words, Fang Yue ignored their reaction and went to open other locks.

After opening all the other locks, Fang Yue found that not a single prisoner dared to come out of the cell.

Shaking his head slightly, Fang Yue said to Qingchen, "Take me to the next cell."

"Yes, yes..."

Qingchen's question about talent reminded Fang Yue of something.

That is, the game watches worn by all players are actually made based on [Gui Xian] (Weird Threads), becoming a bridge connecting the two worlds.

Then... what about the lucky gift pack?

Is it a gift left in the game watch by the Tengli Group of the [Cheaters]? An improvement? Or... is the lucky gift pack in the game actually their own talent ability?

No... it shouldn't be that simple.

Fang Yue remembered that when he bought the lucky gift pack, the parchment specifically asked him to buy a game watch with a specific serial number. Only by standing in a specific position in the queue could he receive that game watch, and only then could he... activate the lucky gift pack!

Looking at it this way, talent is a function of the game watch.

But on second thought, it could also be a collision and combination between different individual [Gui Xian] (Weird Threads) in the game watch and different individual humans.

After all, [Gui Xian] (Weird Threads) are all unique, and the human body is also unique, so the final effect is unknown.

No, Tengli Group should know something, otherwise, they wouldn't have brought out the selling point of the lucky gift pack.

It seems that to know the truth, he can only go to the people of Tengli Group to ask, and that is the territory of the [Cheaters]. Under normal circumstances, members of the [United Society] should avoid contact with the [Cheaters] organization as much as possible.

While Fang Yue was thinking about this, a group of guards rushed into Cell No. 1 again.

"Wait here for a while."

Leaving Qingchen where he was, Fang Yue rushed in alone.

This time, the guards seemed to be using ice and water-based martial arts techniques, thinking that this would allow them to contend with Fang Yue.

The result was that in the sweeping and powerful swings of the two-meter-long fire blade, a mist of water vapor was raised.

When the mist dissipated, the ground was covered in corpses.

"So, so powerful!"

"Young master... This young master, please save us, please save us!"

Seeing Fang Yue so brave and killing the guards in front of them, the prisoners who were cowering in their cells and dared not come out finally spoke.

But Fang Yue didn't have time to care about them.

He was anxious to find the whereabouts of Han Da Ren (Lord Han) and Lin Ling.

Who knew if he would encounter the Bull-Head Mask Man and the Horse-Head Mask Man? These two powerhouses had unfathomable strength, and Fang Yue would avoid them if he could.

Therefore, the most urgent task was to find people, rescue them, and then run away immediately.

Ignoring the prisoners' cries for help, Fang Yue asked Qingchen to follow and went to Cell No. 2.

When the prisoners left in the cells saw Fang Yue's reaction, they immediately became anxious.

Gritting their teeth, many people ran out of the cells and followed behind Fang Yue.

Seeing someone taking the lead, others mustered their courage and followed suit.

Only a few people trembled, looking at the departing people with venomous eyes, cursing them.

"Run! Run! It's not the first time you've run away! Don't you know what happens when you escape? No one can escape! No one can escape!"

This group of people seemed to have developed Stockholm Syndrome from being tortured. They didn't have the courage to escape, and they couldn't bear to see others succeed. They cursed those who escaped, but the tears in the corners of their eyes and the shivering posture of hugging their knees on the ground seemed to be silently saying that they also wanted to muster the courage to escape this living hell like everyone else.

However, everyone has their own choices, and they must bear the consequences of their choices.

About half an hour later, the ground suddenly shook.

In their puzzled expressions, footsteps came from outside the cell.

The prisoners who were cowering in their cells looked up at the entrance, and their pupils suddenly shrank.

A strange dog-like creature with fangs exposed, a small blood-red stone flashing on its forehead, and a large head and small body was standing quietly at the entrance, scanning the crowd.

"Gui (monster), Guiyi (strange creature)?!"

"Blood-level Guiyi (strange creature)?!"

"How could this be?!"

"Save, save me!"

Amidst the prisoners' screams, the blood-level Guiyi (strange creature) Xiao Xuedou (Little Blood Bucket), swept through the entire Cell No. 1 like a bloody whirlwind.

When it came out of the cell again, it happened to eat the half-remaining corpse hanging from its mouth in one bite, sniffed its nose, quickly identified a direction, and ran forward.

And behind the blood-level Guiyi (strange creature) Xiao Xuedou (Little Blood Bucket)...

A Guiyi (strange creature) with a giant kettle mouth was imprisoning a screaming human in the giant kettle, making a gurgling sound like boiling water.

A huge black ball, like a meatball impact, rolled over everything that blocked the road, leaving behind a flattened corpse on the ground.

More Guiyi (strange creatures) crawled out of the corners one after another. Some crawled on the ground, some crawled on the walls, and some crawled on the ceiling. Like zombies emerging from their cages, all the Guiyi (strange creatures) frantically attacked all the living humans they could see.

The entire stronghold fell into chaos.

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