Surviving a desperate situation, Chen Jingren won the game by self-destructing his opponent at the last moment.
In this restaurant that once gathered eight players, Chen Jingren himself was now alone.
Thinking of all the hardships he had gone through before, he couldn't help but feel a little sad that he still won even though he had given up so many times.
Gates also cast an approving look at Chen Jingren and said with a smile: "Congratulations to your great young man. You once again defeated death and won the final victory. I declare that the final winner of this multi-horse game is you."
Chen Jingren took out the customs clearance booklet and handed it to Gates. Gates took out his stamp and stamped it firmly.
After winning this game full of traps and dangers, Chen Jingren has already cleared three games.
He didn't know what game was waiting for him next. All he could think of was that it would be more dangerous and difficult.
Gates has opened the door to the next level. After passing through that door, you will reach the next game venue and continue the brutal fighting.
At this moment, Chen Jingren understood what the uncle meant by telling him not to go to the next game.
Chen Jingren really hesitated for a moment in front of that door. He was full of fear of everything behind that door.
But if he stayed here, continuing this dangerous game was not what he wanted.
After saying goodbye to Gates, Chen Jingren mentally prepared himself and stepped through the door.
I don't know how long it took after walking through the door, but Chen Jingren's eyes lit up.
He appeared in a small, dimly lit room and sat on a chair.
There was a table in front of him, and behind him sat a middle-aged man in formal clothes.
The uncle looked very slovenly with a long beard, greasy dirty hair, and disgusting yellow teeth.
If it weren't for this fantasy world, Chen Jingren would only think that the other party was a homeless man who was even more useless than himself.
I looked around again to make sure there were no other players, let alone the so-called organizer.
It seemed that I was the second to arrive this time.
When the uncle saw Chen Jingren coming, he quickly expressed his welcome.
Chen Jingren also asked this sloppy uncle about the situation here.
The uncle was a little confused when asked, and said puzzledly: "There are no other players, and my name is Martel. Is he a zombie or the organizer of this Ximen game?"
After hearing this astonishing speech, if Chen Jingren drank water, he would definitely spit it out without hesitation.
Chen Jingren was so shocked that his mother opened the door that he couldn't believe it.
"Are you kidding? There are no other players? And is this guy the organizer or a zombie?"
When he thought that the other party was a zombie, Chen Jingren felt that he might be bitten. This creepy feeling made him subconsciously cover his neck.
When Martel saw Chen Jingren's exaggerated expression, he didn't take it seriously either.
He continued: "Don't be too nervous. I am a zombie who surrenders to God and will not attack you."
Chen Jingren had also recovered from his shock, and he realized that this game might not be simple.
"Mr. Martel, you just said that there are no other players. Should you and I play this round of the game?"
Chen Jingren was so angry that he wanted to scold the other party's eighteenth generation of ancestors. Is it funny that he, a salty fish, would actually play games with undead zombies? The other party is immortal!
Martel licked his beard and said with a smile: "No, no, no! How could I participate in the game as the organizer? You are the only one in this game, and this game is for one person."
After hearing this, Chen Jingren laughed loudly, as if the other party was telling a big joke.
"Hahaha...are you kidding me? How can I play games with myself? Do I have to fight each other?"
The uncle coughed, and Chen Jingren stopped laughing.
"I know your doubts, but you won't be able to laugh until I finish speaking."
It was clear that the other party was not joking, and Chen Jingren also stopped his disdainful jokes at this moment.
The uncle continued: "Being able to come here, I believe you have cleared many games before. You must be tired of the previous games where death follows you everywhere, but don't worry, this won't happen in my Ximen game. situation. Simply put, this is a single-player dungeon. You have to go to the world in this script to advance the plot. You don’t have to worry about dying all the time. If you are lucky, you can even start your own grand career there. "
After hearing what his uncle said, Chen Jingren reacted.
"Isn't this a common plot in novels, traveling through time with a system?"
After knowing that it was this kind of game, Chen Jingren changed from his previous normal behavior and became eager to try it.
He had long wanted to act cool like the protagonist in the novel, but he didn't expect that this secondary delusion would actually come true in this game.
Longing is longing, but he still has a sense of proportion.
He knows what these games mean. They all pick the ones you care about and like but tell you the dangers in plain sight.
Chen Jingren asked tentatively: "So it's this kind of game, so what identity do I need to travel there? Is there a system in place before I go? Are all the people I fight against NPCs? Are NPCs very powerful?"
Chen Jingren asked several questions in succession, and Martel explained them one by one.
"The first question is, this script is called Zombie Survival Diary. You will be transported to the land of sword and magic, Lotte. Your identity is a little zombie with few abilities.
The second question is that there is a system, but it is not the system you expect. You need to experience it in detail.
The third question is that all characters appearing in this script are NPCs.
The last question is, don’t underestimate the other party just because he is an NPC. If you don't show your full strength, you will suffer a loss. "
Chen Jingren never expected that even if he traveled through time, he would still be a little zombie. Even if the little zombie went to the continent of sword and magic, and the NPCs on this continent are not weak!
Really, except for the fact that the name is immortal, there is absolutely no other way to be immortal.
Martel continued: "The victory goal of this game mission: the protagonist zombie successfully survives for thirty days and has the ability to come back here independently. There are no restrictions in the Zombie Survival Diary script, you can do whatever you want."
When he heard that he actually had to survive for thirty days, Chen Jingren asked in horror: "Our bodies are still in intensive care in the real world. I am afraid that I will die after playing the game for so long."
Martel shook his head and comforted Chen Jingren.
"Don't worry, the time here is different from the time you have there. You will have no problem surviving here for thirty years."
Although Martel had said enough, Chen Jingren still asked cautiously: "So what are my initial values as the protagonist zombie? Will I continue to get stronger?"
Before Martel could speak, a familiar system prompt sounded: The current host attribute test results are: physical strength: 1, constitution: 1.5, intelligence: 7, mental attribute: 5, martial arts ability: inferior, weapon proficiency: inferior , Magic compatibility: medium, Physical resistance: 1, Magic resistance: 1...
All of them had inferior attributes. Chen Jingren was demoted to be worthless, which made him a little anxious.
He quickly started to find excuses and asked to change the attributes.
The system prompt sounded again: arrogance +1, arrogance +3, irritability +3
Chen Jingren was furious and insisted on complaining about the system.
"Are you kidding me? How did I win the game and get here if I was so rubbish? Change the values of your rotten system!"
The system prompt sounded again: bluffing +2, fraud +5, arrogance +3, arrogance +5, irritability +2...
The more Chen Jingren defends himself, the worse his attributes become.
But he was still unconvinced, and even Martel shook his head when he saw it.
Until the system prompts: Congratulations on winning the title of "persistent fraudster", "mental torturer", "despicable arrogant", and "liar curser".
Chen Jingren was finally tired. He knew that he couldn't win this damn system.
Chen Jingren took a breath and said to Martel: "Do these attributes and titles have anything to do with my next zombie?"
From the bottom of his heart, he hoped that Martel would tell him quickly that it didn't matter a dime. He didn't know how this group of negative attributes could become stronger.
Perhaps it was because Chen Jingren had so many negative reputations that Martel couldn't believe his words for a while.
"After the system is fully tested, it will of course affect your next zombie identity. I have warned you a long time ago that this is not the system you imagined."
Chen Jingren let out a long sigh. He regretted that he had quarreled with the system. Wasn't he cheating himself?
If you can't use this weapon, you can't learn martial arts, and you can't master magic, how can you survive?
He doesn't want to participate in this game at all now. If he gets into this script, he might not be able to survive even a day.
Maltai saw that Chen Jingren was a little depressed at the moment and knew that he was hit hard.
"In fact, attributes are not very important. What is important is the mentality of playing the game. Only with a good mentality can you grow better. This game is not a game of bravery and ruthlessness. It is a survival game. You only need to find the right Just survive on your own path for enough days.”
Although Maltai meant well, it sounded completely sarcastic to Chen Jingren's ears.
Chen Jingren thought to himself: "Are you kidding? Don't think I'm a loser. I'm just a zombie. Let's see how I can survive for you for a year."
Chen Jingren was like a child, he quickly regained his fighting spirit when he was frustrated.
Seeing Chen Jingren's renewed fighting spirit, Maltai asked Chen Jingren what his requirements were for the zombie's appearance.
Chen Jingren said on the spot: "He can look like someone who is very knowledgeable and knowledgeable. He is the same height as me."
Martel was a little embarrassed. This was the first time he encountered someone giving such an answer.
However, he still designed it according to his own impressions.
