Liu Xu didn't know when he could start to attack the title, but he knew that he would soon face actual combat.
Although Liu Xu himself hopes to live a peaceful life and never involve anything involving fighting or killing. However, as long as you join the Writers' Association, you cannot escape the tasks assigned by the Writers' Association.
On the 7th day after joining the Writers Association, the tasks assigned by the first Writers Association were handed down. Also distributed along with it was a detailed task card.
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Task number: Wenyuan Jingqing No. 312101207Q
Mission member: Original King
Author level: New author
Mission start time: 6:00 am on October 12, Wenyuan 312
Mission meeting place: Jingqing City East Gate, Writers Association War Preparation Hall
Total number of people on the task: 8 people
Task leader: Level 3 author Zhang Ye Yucan
Task members: Level 2 author Yixiu Qingfeng, Level 2 author Liangyu Banxia, Level 2 author Mo Yu, Level 1 author Wu Qingzheng, Level 1 author Jin'an Yaoxian, Level 1 author Nightmare Hongyue, and new author Yi Zhou , the new author Yuanshi Tianwang.
Mission goal: clean up the world reflection incident No. 312101207 of Wenyuan Jingqing.
Mission Overview: The investigation team reported that a world reflection event was discovered in the northeast of Jingqing City, world coordinates x3245, Y1025 area. It was initially judged that the event was grade G, so a team of temporary contracted authors was dispatched to clean it up.
Destroy all the reflecting spirits from other worlds in this reflection event, and at the same time completely seal the dimensional gaps, and completely clean up this reflection event!
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After receiving the mission notice, Liu Xu didn't sleep well all night. It is different from many novels in which the protagonist can immediately adapt to the rhythm of the whole world as soon as he arrives in a different world. At the same time, he becomes stronger as he fights, and even longs to fight.
Liu Xu, a doctor of history, is still full of fear of battle, otherwise he would not just hope to live an ordinary life.
But Liu Xu also knows that since the world is always facing the threat of reflection, and he does not want to live the life of a worker and wants to enjoy high-quality living conditions, he must pay a price for it.
So during this night, although Liu Xu was too scared to fall asleep, he was not completely afraid. Instead, he frantically learned a lot of knowledge and skills related to combat, and at the same time constantly checked the combat list provided by the Writers Association. Various necessary equipment for combat and survival required above.
As a result, when Liu Xu was about to leave the library at 5 o'clock in the morning and set off to fight, he was still carrying a backpack weighing about 40 kilograms on his back.
"The list of combat items given to you by the Writers Association is rubbish. This 40-kilogram backpack will crush you under the weight before you even reach the battlefield!" A long voice behind Liu Xu said. Liu Xu took a look and realized that it was The curator didn't know when he would appear behind him.
"But the Writers Association and the Internet say that these things are necessary in combat, such as the respirator used when falling into the water, the water quality filter used when trapped in the wild, etc. They are all life-saving things at critical times." Liu Xu said softly.
"The Writers Association wishes you could bring everything with you so that they won't have any responsibility, but is this possible?" The curator snorted coldly. "I tell you as an old author with decades of combat experience. Nothing on the battlefield can save your life more than a solid defense and long legs that can run fast enough."
"So you only need to wear an all-purpose defensive robe that can withstand physical attacks such as swords and convert the power of reading in the body into a shield, and put about two kilograms in your backpack, which is enough for food. 10 days of concentrated nutrient solution and a set of first aid medicines are enough, you don’t need to bring anything else.”
"When you are in actual combat, you will find that no matter how many supplies you have, nothing can save your life as fast as a pair of legs!"
"Okay!" Liu Xu was very obedient and threw away everything except what the curator said, leaving only food, all-purpose defense robes and medicines.
And if I lose these things, I feel that my running speed can at least double.
"Don't be too afraid!" The curator said, "You are a newcomer. The Writers Association is unlikely to assign you any difficult tasks. At most, it will be a G-level reflection event. The reflection spirits that appear will not exceed level three at most. These opponents have all handed over to you. Let the veterans in the team deal with it, and all you have to do is some peripheral work. As long as you listen to those veterans and don't try to act like a hero and attack arbitrarily, then the problem of survival is not big. "
"The survival rate of newcomers in recent years has been above 90%, which is much better than ours back then!" The curator said lightly, but Liu Xu felt horrified when he heard it.
The survival rate is above 90%, which means that there is still a 10% chance that he will die heroically!
"Then Director, I'm leaving first!" Liu Xu swallowed and prepared to move forward.
"Wait!" The curator suddenly stopped Liu Xu and said, "Have you left a message in the book with your readers, saying that you are going on a mission today?"
"No." Liu Xu shook his head. After receiving the mission, all he thought about was how to save his life in this battle, and he didn't think about anything related to readers at all.
"You'd better write it down, otherwise it won't be good for the readers. There's no need to say anything more. Just say that you're going on a mission, and you will definitely die on the battlefield, and there will be no more updates in the future!" The curator said calmly. said.
"Ah, why did you say such unlucky words? And curse yourself to death?" Liu Xu asked puzzledly, these words were too unlucky.
"Oh, do you want to tell readers that I am about to go on a mission, and I will return safely from the battlefield and update you immediately?" The curator said with squinted eyes. When Liu Xu heard this, he immediately His whole body became even more creepy, and then he nodded wildly and vigorously, indicating that he understood what the curator meant and that he would definitely write this.
When Liu Xu hurriedly sent a chapter of impromptu remarks to the novel, and then prepared to find the curator, he found that the elusive curator was nowhere to be found.
Liu Xu sighed, and then walked out of the library without hesitation. When he left the liberal arts college, he found that there were several identical white cars parked at the entrance of the liberal arts college. At the same time, there was a person in a white shirt in front of each car. He was wearing white pants, white gloves, and a straight body.
"Are you a member of the team of Wenyuan Jingqing No. 312101207Q?" Seeing Liu Xu appear, one of the drivers trotted over and asked Liu Xu respectfully.
"It's me!" Liu Xu nodded.
"Okay, I am the driver of the Writers' Association responsible for picking you up at the meeting point!" the driver said. Liu Xu nodded, knowing that the Writers' Association took the initiative to send a car to pick up the authors on their way.
As for whether the Writers Association did this to improve its customer experience, or whether it was because it was afraid that the author would disappear halfway, it is unknown.
"Are the other cars also here to pick up the authors on their mission?" Liu Xu asked, looking at several other cars.
"Yes!" The driver nodded without saying a word. Liu Xu didn't have much to say and sat in the car without saying a word until the car successfully transported him to the meeting point at the east gate.
And when he saw Liu Xu getting out of the car carrying a small backpack, the driver couldn't help but smile and said, "It seems you have an experienced teacher, so I won't remind you more. I wish you a safe journey!" "
"Thank you!" Liu Xu nodded in thanks.
"For our future, we salute you!" The driver suddenly bowed 90 degrees to Liu Xu, which shocked Liu Xu. At the same time, many people around him made the same salute. The faces of those who accepted the respect were full of indifference, and no one could tell what was going on in their heads.
"Is this the author's battlefield?" Liu Xu couldn't help but sigh as he looked at the magnificent assembly hall in front of him.
