Chapter 35: Please do not use system tools in strange places
Chapter 35: Please do not use system tools in strange places
"…You don't have a good brain anymore? Can't you see the relationship between us?"
The rabbit was a little angry: "You scold me? Be careful or I will upgrade the difficulty for you."
"You're already at S level, and there's still room for upgrades? Are you still asleep in that little room in the other dimension?"
"Oh, I'm leaving then."
"Hey, wait!" Chu Cheng'an called it. He remembered why he was looking for the rabbit. It was not to chat with it or argue with it to relieve his boredom.
Chu Chengan said: "Take a look at my pleasure attribute."
"Oh..." the rabbit said after reading it, "Your happiness value is not lower than 50. If it is lower than 50, the system will remind you to take medicine, no, eat candy. Your current happiness value is 51, and you are..."
As expected, the hook was poisonous.
Before the 10 seconds were up, the rabbit said, "Dear player, your happiness value is less than 50. You currently have three candies. Do you want to eat one?"
Chu Chengan rejected it outright: "No."
In his final battle with the Sea Witch in the previous level, his happiness value was almost zero several times. The system kept urging him to eat, but he did not choose to eat candy.
Because he felt that things like spirit value and happiness value could be overcome by one's own willpower, and there was no need to use props. This candy might be used for other purposes in the future, such as exchanging it for props with the rabbit as Yan Qing had said before...
Chu Chengan didn't want to think too much, so he said to the rabbit, "I have a lot of wine in my props, give me a bowl."
"Ah?" Rabbit raised his voice. "You actually want to use stimulants in the ring match? You know that drinking before many competitions is not allowed, right? You knowingly violated the rules and committed an even greater crime."
But there is absolutely no such rule in this game. The rabbit is deliberately teasing him and bullying him.
"Stop talking nonsense. Who said I wanted to drink? Bring me the wine. I need to disinfect my wound."
"Huh? We can still play like this?" The rabbit took out a bowl of wine, one of the eighteen bowls of wine that Chu Cheng'an and his friends had obtained when Wu Song slew the tiger in the previous level, and handed it to him.
Chu Cheng'an took it, and then he found that no matter how he poured it, the wine could not flow into his wound. In this magical place of the alien space, it flowed back into the bowl countless times.
"…What's going on?" Chu Cheng'an could stuff goose eggs into his mouth again.
Rabbit looked at the item's properties and said to him regretfully, "Sorry, I forgot to remind you that edible items can only be eaten. You can't use them for faction purposes, such as treating wounds or detoxifying. Just like weapon items, you can only use them to kill NPCs or other players, not to eat them and swallow them."
"..." I look like an idiot, do I need you to explain it so clearly?
Now at least he knows that he can't take advantage of this game loophole, but what should he do with the happiness points that are constantly being deducted? Eat the remaining three candies? They will be gone again in a short time, so it's better not to eat them in the first place.
"I want to exchange props with you." Chu Chengan said to the rabbit.
"Change props? At this time? Well, let me see what treasures you have." The rabbit regretted it right after asking. What treasures does Chu Chengan have that it doesn't know about? Aren't they all a bunch of things it doesn't want?
I only heard Chu Chengan say: "I want to give you three candies, see what you can exchange for them?"
"...This is a prop given for the novice level. It can only be exchanged for three lovelorn lovers. The game world has just begun, and you are so impatient to abandon your teammates? You are such a scumbag..."
Chu Chengan interrupted it and said, "Can't you exchange it for something else? Or use other props as a trade. I want to exchange it for some medicine..."
Although Chu Chengan's somewhat helpless look now is very charming and attractive to it, making it want to do something bad to him, but things that cannot be changed cannot be changed.
As a system elf, you cannot help players cheat.
The rabbit said bluntly: "I can't change it. I will send you back to the game world."
"...Wait, then I'll eat a bowl of wine."
"Are you sure?"
Chu Chengan asked suspiciously, "Isn't this the prop you gave me? Is it really a bad prop?"
The bad rabbit actually gave him the pit props, which was really bad.
"Not really. Whether it's good or bad depends entirely on your luck. I can only say that this item is a blind box before it's used. Have you ever heard of Schrodinger's cat?"
Chu Cheng'an didn't want to listen to Rabbit giving him a quantum physics lesson here.
He has no other props to save his life, and this blind box wine seems to be his only chance to try his luck.
Chu Chengan drank the bowl of wine directly. The effect was unknown at the moment and would only slowly become apparent after returning to the fairy tale world.
Before leaving the system space, he asked the rabbit to step aside, and then he put on his pants again before leaving...
Rabbit: I thought if I didn’t remind him, he would forget it.
Who gave him the tag "7-second fish memory"? He is quite concerned about his appearance.
Back to the fairy tale world, Chu Chengan felt that John had obviously accelerated his offensive. All his attention was focused on attacking, and defense was almost gone.
He seems very confident about the poison on the hooks of his clothes?
During the time Chu Cheng'an was dodging, he slowly lost count of how much of his physical strength the poison had taken away. He gradually felt a little tipsy from the strong liquor in his stomach, and his steps became less stable.
It's not that he was unsteady, of course he was unsteady, but his steps were much lighter, and this floating feeling gave him the confidence to perform a graceful and graceful performance for the audience.
When John hit him again, Chu Cheng'an quickly went behind him and kicked him on the heel.
John staggered forward a few steps and almost fell off the ring.
The pain wasn't particularly severe for his thick skin, but the shock was greater than the physical pain.
I wondered if the little prince was poisoned? How could he still exert his strength? He was ready to harvest the heads in one go...
The bowl of wine that Chu Chengan drank gave him two duffs: excitement + drunkenness.
The word "Kangfen" literally means going crazy when drunk.
Drunk, that's what it means literally. If I don't kill you, who else will I kill?
At this moment, his face was red as he said to the two-meter-tall giant in front of him: "Come and hit me~"
People were horrified and confused.
The audience who were watching closely were also puzzled. How could this little prince become more and more powerful and excited as he fought?
There are those warriors who are born bloodthirsty. The more they kill on the battlefield, the more excited they become as they watch their enemies' heads fall one by one. The more they kill, the more energy they feel, until they can't stop.
But how many rounds has Prince Philip gone through? Moreover, from the beginning of this game till now, he has been in a disadvantageous position and can only be pressed and defended. How can he be happy to be beaten more and more?
Prince Philip's companions, his brother Joseph and his good friend Hanssen were all worried about him, wondering if they were somewhere else and had helped Philip unlock some attributes that could not be revealed to outsiders.
Hansen asked carefully: "Prince Joseph, is Philip okay?"
Chu Cheng'an did not tell his classmates that his mission was to defeat his brother, so the simple-minded Wang Anyuan still thought that the three of them were companions.
Joseph said: "If he can survive the fight in the ring unscathed, a minor brain injury would not be a big deal..."
"...Yes, yes, that's not called injury, that's called optimism and cheerfulness."
…
On the ring, John was still in disbelief, but compared to this impossibility, he still relied more on the poison prepared for him by his adoptive father. If he could win this time, they would all be honored, so his adoptive father would definitely help him with all his strength.
This must be the side effect of the poison. The prince is jumping around so much and running so hard that he will soon run out of energy. The poison will accelerate the depletion of his energy.
John used his two "big pliers" to grab the bad boy and strangle him with his arms.
Chu Cheng'an stood there waiting for the opportunity. He was no longer worried about the poison. The military strategy book said that one must always reveal some weaknesses to the enemy so that they would feel they had an opportunity and then fall into the trap.
When John squatted down and was about to pick up the little prince with his arms, someone suddenly took advantage of the strength of his arms, stepped on his arms with both feet, and kicked him in the face, turning 180 degrees.
One of John's teeth flew out. He couldn't believe it. How could he have the strength to hit this little prince? Did he still have the strength?
Without giving him time to think, Chu Chengan kicked him and then grabbed his head and neck and tried to throw him backwards.
This is a common move in Taekwondo, but Chu Cheng'an overlooked one point. Now that his body has shrunk, he can't exert 80% of his original body's strength. He wanted to throw the giant John to the ground from his back, but he was too heavy and too difficult for him to lift him up and throw him to the ground.
Chu Chengan let him go silently.
When the first move failed, he tried to change his strategy and go around to attack John's heel, which is a very vulnerable part of the human body.
Before Chu Chengan could successfully launch his attack, John went crazy first.
After being hit in the face, John was completely furious. He spat out a mouthful of blood foam and no longer squatted down to attack with his hands or fists.
His legs were very strong due to his hard training in the past. He used the power of his kicks and the pressure of his huge body to drive the little prince out of the competition venue.
He figured out this move when he almost fell off the ring. At that time, he didn't want Prince Philip to lose too easily. After all, his godfather had told him to do so. But now...
He hated the places on the sides of the ring where people could fall, but he also wanted to eliminate the little prince. The two thoughts formed a strong contradiction...
Killing can vent anger, but if it is really impossible to do it even if you take the risk, at least you have to secure victory.