I'm the only player

Chapter 3 [Isn’t this embarrassing for Fat Tiger?]

【GAME OVER】

【mission failed! 】

【Please keep up the good work and strive to clear the level with one life next time. 】

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He Sheng stood in front of the door leading to the "Small Town Butcher" copy, not knowing what to say. Looking at the three messages on the door, his eyes almost popped out.

make persistent efforts?

Clear the level in one life?

Your uncle's!

Gamemaster, are you polite?
How should you deal with a dungeon boss who is 2.5 meters tall, has broad shoulders and a round waist, and arms that are thicker than an average person's thighs. He holds an exaggerated weapon and has such extraordinary strength that he can break doors like drinking water?

Answer me, asshole!
Now, there's good news and bad news.

"The good news is that, just as I expected, death in the dungeon is not real death. I was simply kicked out. Moreover, the food in the dungeon is real. And, I did enter in person."

The feeling of fullness did not disappear just because the game was over. Even after being beheaded by the pig-headed boss, there was no discomfort in the body.

The only bad thing is probably the feeling of death.

However, the machete was too sharp and it only caused a slight pain in the neck, which was not very painful.

"The bad news is, I remembered some information about the game 'Abyss'."

After his death, he took a short break and recalled the gaming blogger videos he had watched before.

According to the introduction, "Small Town Butcher" seems to require the cooperation of sixteen novice players, plus the help of local NPCs, to pass the level.

"I don't have a player panel, nor do I have 15 other teammates, nor do I have any local NPCs to help me. I don't have anything, so how can I pass the level?"

After reviewing the situation, He Sheng almost cried.

A sixteen-person copy, played by one person.

It’s ok for just one person, there’s no NPC at all.

Dear game administrator, is your mother okay?

"Come again!"

There is a saying that goes: Heaven will not disappoint those who work hard. Sleeping on straw and tasting gall, three thousand Vietnamese soldiers can't get in!
He stretched out his hands and pushed at the door, but it didn't budge.

The words on the door dimmed, and the pig head with blood-red eyes on it also turned gray.

The next moment, new information appeared on the door leading to the copy.

[Today's free play times have ended. Players who want to continue playing, please show your ticket and continue playing happily. 】

"???"

After I entered, I had a full meal, but was killed by the BOSS in seconds. Where can I get a ticket? What's more annoying is that I had a good time?

How can you tell that I'm happy?
Wait a minute, this door is not charging in disguise.

Oh no, they’re coming for my wallet!
"No, I'm broke now. I have to rely on entering dungeons to make a living. Where can I get money?"

As soon as he finished speaking, new information appeared on the door again.

[Instance tickets can be obtained through the game, or by entering the trading line and trading with other players. ]

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A copy is still incomplete, and he is asked to go to a trading house?
Isn't this making things difficult for me, Fat Tiger?

"Game administrator, I'm the only player in this world. Can you please give me some reliable advice?"

[Players are requested to work hard to clear the game and obtain rewards. ]

"Go to sleep."

This door to the dungeon world was obviously a rigid system program. No matter how much he said, he couldn't give away a ticket for free.

The next second, the door disappeared and my eyes fell into darkness.

He returned to the real world.

The cold earthen kang reminds me that this is not a dream.

"Well, at least I managed to have a full meal. I'll try harder tomorrow. If I get stuck on the Small Town Butcher instance, I'm afraid people will laugh at me to death."

It seems that the golden finger can only be used to get a meal.

"Hey"

Nothing happened that night, and it was the next day in a flash.

Early in the morning, although the rice and bacon in my stomach were almost digested, it was at least much better than yesterday when I felt like I could die at any time.

After washing up, He Sheng was worried about the foreign debt of 150 taels.

"At worst, I can just leave. Anyway, I have a copy, and I can still have a meal with meat every day. At least I won't starve to death." "Dang!"

The gate outside was roughly pushed open.

"Bang!"

Immediately afterwards, the wooden door of the house was violently kicked.

A scoundrel with pockmarks all over his face came in from outside.

"Hehe, you've recovered well."

The speakers were the subordinates of the two thugs Liu Da and Liu Er.

When a group of people beat up He Sheng, Ma Zi was one of them and he didn't hold back. He kicked him three times in the back and punched him twice in the chest.

It was so painful, the memory of it is particularly vivid!
"Our boss said, one hundred and fifty taels. I'll only give you one month. After thirty days, if you can't collect the money, I'll sell you to the brothel that everyone in Qinghe Town praises.

My second brother said that if you wash yourself up and dress yourself up, you will definitely make some money. When the time comes, don't blame us brothers for taking care of your business one by one."

Speaking of brothels, He Sheng immediately extracted a lot of information from the original owner's memory.

Speaking of which, there is more than one gambler in this town, Old Man Dead.

Some crazy guys are willing to sell their wives and children to brothels, or mortgage them to gambling dens in exchange for money to continue gambling.

No one who is sold into a brothel has a good ending.

One day, at most one day, the chrysanthemum will grow into a sunflower, and the development will be incredible.

The next second, he narrowed his eyes and became murderous.

Boss Liu and his men had already taken my life once. If I hadn't been lucky enough to have a golden finger, I might have died on the kang again the next day or the day after tomorrow.

Now, they are here to take his life again.

"Whoosh-"

A sound of breaking air was heard, and before the two of them could look towards the source of the sound.

Suddenly, there was an arrow under the crotch of the pockmarked man who came to the door.

"puff--"

The arrow penetrated three-quarters of the way into the ground. Fortunately, it penetrated the ground. If it had hit a person directly, it might have gone through him.

"Who?"

Ma Zi turned around in panic, only to see a sturdy man covered in animal skins with rice and meat hanging on his waist, slowly retracting his bow and arrow.

He Sheng actually knew this person.

He is his next-door neighbor and a member of the town's hunting team.

He went hunting in the mountains half a month ago. I guess he just came back not long ago, otherwise he would have replaced his sword, arrows and animal skins long ago.

"roll!"

"Mr. Zhang, I'm telling you, even though you are a hunter, our Boss Liu is not afraid of you." He said this in a stern voice but he was actually weak inside. He felt extremely guilty, especially his legs, which were shaking and couldn't be stopped.

"choke--"

Hunter Zhang drew out his hunting knife, and the thug immediately rushed out of the house like a rabbit, and crawled all the way to the gate of the yard.

"Boy, you only have one month, and you can't collect the money. So wait to be deflowered." Before he finished speaking, he saw the hunter turned around, staring at him, as if to say, "If you keep talking, I will kill you with a knife."

Seeing this, Ma Zi shut up and ran away.

"Uncle Zhang, thank you."

He Sheng stepped forward, clasped his hands together, bowed and expressed his gratitude.

"Hey, what are you thanking me for? He boy, take these and eat them. When you recover from your injury, I will find you a job that can support yourself. Don't despise me when the time comes."

After saying this, Hunter Zhang helped him up and threw the rice and meat hanging from his waist onto the table.

"By the way, if Boss Liu and his gang dare to come, look for me. These two rogues who have learned a few tricks can only bully ordinary townspeople."

After he finished speaking, he turned and left.

Looking at the other person's back, he, who had just traveled through time less than a day ago, was filled with emotion.

Although Zhang the Hunter is usually taciturn and seems not easy to mess with, he is really helpful when something happens. He got involved with Liu Lao Da's gang of thugs, and other neighbors wanted to distance themselves from him, fearing that they would be targeted by accident.

"returning a Favour many times more."

Eat, go to the door in the consciousness space in the early morning, and continue to enter the dungeon.

He just doesn't believe that a living person can be killed by holding his urine?

Boss Liu, just wait and see. Sooner or later, I will kill you and avenge myself!

　Thanks to [Qiyi Tingjifengyin] for the reward of 1000 Qidian coins, and thanks to [Ji Ya] for the reward of 2 Qidian coins.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)