Chapter 941: Death Forges the Throne
There is no doubt that compared to the first two character files, the third one is obviously more normal, and even has a high-ranking identity.
Very good.
The only problem is that you have to be careful of Corvis's secret surveillance, but it's not a big deal.
In the past, he would have been wary of Corvis, after all, he was a super genius of the eighth generation of Plantagenet.
But now, it's nothing to worry about.
Without much hesitation, Xia Feng had an idea.
[You chose to register as character profile number 3: Conan, the third son of the Ko family]
[Selection completed——]
【Method of Advent: Cause and Effect】
[Completed in the process of perfecting the causal link——]
[Please prepare to log in, 5, 4]
The countdown was blood red, and as the blood red numbers returned to zero, it transformed into a rapidly rotating bright red ※-shaped pattern. The red light instantly filled Xia Feng's vision.
Xia Feng felt that his consciousness was rapidly declining. The bottomless abyss seemed to have infinite gravity, pulling him into hell.
At the same time, memories related to Conan's identity flashed through his mind at the speed of light like a slideshow.
The memory fragments of 19 years appear in the mind as if they were real past events. If an ordinary spiritualist were to be dealt with such a huge amount of information, it might cause personality split and allow false memories to affect the original body.
However, Xia Feng's mental power has now reached the level of holding light, so this amount of information is a piece of cake for him. He easily organizes it into a book in his mind and stores it in the memory library.
He categorized his memories into different categories, forming a well-organized library in his mind. Memories of his gaming identity, for example, were stored in the "surface library" and would not affect his true personality in the slightest.
Wow—the red light in the field of vision faded, and what came into view was a star-blue blanket draped over the thighs.
He slowly raised his eyes and saw a floor-length mirror at the end of the dim light. The young man in the mirror was leaning on a wheelchair with his hands folded in front of his abdomen.
The young man was wearing pure white fluffy pajamas, his soft platinum hair reflected the warm light of the fire, but he was wearing a pure black mask. The only part of his dark pupils that were exposed were gentle and indifferent, and his temperament was noble.
After finishing the memory reading, Xia Feng stared at himself in the mirror quietly for two seconds, then raised his hand to take off the mask.
Sure enough, his face was still under the mask, but without a nose.
Conan is a character that was forcibly created. He is set to be disfigured. When he was a child, he was cursed and had his nose cut off and his legs amputated. Due to the unknown curse, he has never been able to recover.
Xia Feng looked down at his hands again. His ten fingers were slender and clenched into fists. It was not his soul that came here, but his physical body that came here directly. It was just that his appearance was slightly changed and he was given a new identity.
"This kind of disaster that directly affects the long course of history and establishes cause and effect is really strange." Xia Feng muttered in his heart, and couldn't help but feel curious.
Huo Jin's disaster realm is 'gamified', so what is the disaster realm ability of the Nine-eyed Evil God, Disaster, who is as famous as Huo Jin?
“Bang!”
A faint muffled sound of collision was heard, and the ground shook. Xia Feng looked out the window in confusion.
The sky was stained with blood. Outside the windows of the tall buildings, countless lasers of various kinds were splashing, and all kinds of extraordinary people and strange orcs were fighting hand-to-hand, like a superhuman battle in a Marvel movie.
Did I walk into the wrong set? Xia Feng was stunned for a moment, then he remembered.
He was not in a manor villa, but in a luxury car with a built-in alien space.
As for the scene of the superhuman battle outside, it was caused by the rules of the disaster realm.
【Huojin·Ximingming】
[Death creates the throne of God. Do you want to experience the feeling of becoming a god? ]
[Rules of the Disaster Realm——]
[1. The more of your kind you kill, and the stronger your target, the rarer the rewards you receive at the end of the game.]
[2. The closer your relationship with the target you kill is, the rarer the reward will be.]
3. Killing your own kind grants you {Experience Points}. The calculation rules for experience points are the same as the two above. Experience points can be used to level up. With each level, you can randomly draw three 'Super Powers' from the 'Super Power Pool' and then choose one from them. At level 100, you can gain 100 'Super Powers'. The higher the level, the stronger the effect, up to the upper limit being equivalent to the eighth-level divine authority.
[4. The so-called superpowers can only be used within the Ximing World under Huojin's influence. They will lose their effectiveness outside the Ximing World. The specific manifestation is similar to that of a spiritual weapon. There is no need to learn the spiritual particle configuration and can be used directly.]
【5】
After Xia Feng had a general understanding of the rules of the disaster realm, he looked at his level panel.
[Account: Konan, the third son of Ko]
Current Level: 0/100
[Superpower: None]
It really is a fucking game, Xia Feng held his forehead helplessly. He was not interested in killing people crazily on this planet and upgrading to obtain such illusory super powers. After all, it would be useless if he left the Ximing world.
However, just because he is not interested doesn't mean others are not interested.
After all, the settlement rewards can lead you out of the world of Ximing, and each of the settlement rewards is incredible.
In this world where just killing someone can earn incredible rewards at the settlement stage, ordinary people will inevitably be powerless to fight back against a spiritual master.
Then this 'superpower' will be an important means for ordinary people to quickly gain powerful strength, resist, or even hunt down spiritual masters!
It is even possible that an ordinary person could gain strength comparable to that of a Venerable through slaughtering in just a few days, which is undoubtedly terrifying.
With the sudden expansion of individual power, the dark side of human nature will inevitably erupt like a volcano, and this planet has become a paradise for crime.
"Master, let's forget it."
A middle-aged bodyguard stood behind Xia Feng, looking at the outside scene with a worried look on his face. He shook his head solemnly, "Uncle Han has been gone for so long. I'm afraid that if you don't leave this troubled place soon, you really won't be able to leave."
The bodyguard's voice brought Xia Feng back to his senses. He raised his black pupils and looked out the window.
Conan has been sickly and mentally fragile since childhood. He needs to sleep at least 20 hours a day and has always stayed in the Ko manor and hardly ever left the house. Until three days ago, his physical condition improved slightly, and it happened that Weiyang College was about to start school, so he came out to see the world under the arrangement of Ke Yanqing.
Because of this, his interpersonal relationships are very simple, and the 30-man bodyguard team following him was just arranged today.
As for Uncle Han, whose full name is Uncle Lin Han, he is a member of the bodyguard team.
Thinking of this, Xia Feng couldn't help but feel curious. Are these bodyguards people who already existed on the Sparrow King Planet and were dispatched and assembled today to protect him, the Third Young Master who appeared out of nowhere? Or are they NPCs fabricated out of thin air because of the cause and effect he established and came to this planet to improve Conan's interpersonal network?
Compared to the latter, these people are NPCs. Xia Feng feels that the former is more likely.
(End of this chapter)
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