Ming Dynasty: Summoning game players at the beginning

Chapter 1 Stud is a kind of wisdom

The walls were pitted and mottled, the thatched roof was crumbling, and the cold wind was howling in through the cracks.

With a straw mat draped in front of him, Li Mu looked around and felt a little stiff around his waist.

He subconsciously reached out and felt a familiar sensation: it was the small knife he used as a backup for self-defense.

He thus recalled the attack by bandits before he fell into a coma - at that time, he was carrying military orders and was pursued by government troops with a small group of people. The organization was on the verge of collapse. On the way to southeastern Henan, his brothers died or scattered, and the organization collapsed instantly after being attacked.

The sudden change made his memory a little confused, but he clearly remembered that he was a time traveler.

He was reborn in the 48th year of Wanli in the late Ming Dynasty and had a good childhood. Unfortunately, his family broke up when he was twelve years old.

He then followed the rebel army in their battles and finally became a key general. At the age of eighteen, he had six years of experience in killing.

Just when he was about to join the direct line of the Chuang clan, King Chuang suffered a sudden defeat, and 100,000 soldiers and civilians were scattered in one day. It was despairing to hear that.

But why am I here?
Thinking of this, Li Mu sat up and saw the back of a short boy tinkering with something on the stove.

The young man seemed to hear the movement on the bed, turned around and met Li Mu's eyes. The former was surprised and happy, as if he saw a cat doing a backflip.

The short boy was delicate and thin, with hair cut short as if it had been chewed by a dog. His cheeks were smeared with black soot, and there were brown crumbs of steamed bread at the corners of his mouth.

The boy hurriedly wiped his mouth in an attempt to erase the "traces of crime", but his bulging cheeks betrayed his behavior.

"you're awake."

"Where is this?" Li Mu stood up and stood beside the bed, raising his legs and dancing his arms. There was no pain or sluggishness, and his limbs were still light and strong.

The young man held up a wooden bowl with both hands. "Yangjia Village... Second Uncle rescued you. He said you were as heavy as a dead pig, and it took a lot of effort to get you back. Here, I left this for you."

There were three steamed buns in the bowl, one of which was eaten half by the "kitten" who did not want to reveal his name. The steamed bun contained a lot of cornmeal.

At that time, corn was called "fanmai". There were records of it being introduced into China as early as 1511. By the eleventh year of Chongzhen, it had been more than a hundred years, earlier than potatoes and sweet potatoes, and had been spread for a longer time.

"Thank you." Li Mu was also feeling hungry, so he picked up one and stuffed it into his mouth. "Aren't you afraid that I'm a bad person?"

"Second uncle once said that heroes don't ask where they come from. All who come are guests."

"Hahaha, you are quite smart." Li Mu glanced at him.

The handsome young man stared at the wooden bowl, the desire in his eyes almost overflowing.

Li Mu nodded silently, twisted up half of the steamed bun in the bowl, and then handed the wooden bowl out and held it next to the young man's hand.

"Eat it." The boy swallowed his eager saliva, "Second Uncle said he saved it for you."

Li Mu smiled without saying anything, and shook the wooden bowl again, "It doesn't matter who eats it."

"Then don't tell my second uncle..." After getting permission, the boy immediately grabbed the steamed bun and put it to his mouth.

The way it ate looked like a hamster eating comfortably, holding the food in both hands and putting it into its mouth bit by bit, with a happy smile on its face.

Looking at the half-eaten steamed bread in his hand, Li Mu suddenly fell into deep thought.

Now that King Chuang has been defeated, he is alone and scattered in a strange little village, surrounded by the power of the government. In a few years, the Eight Banners will enter the pass and seize the world.

What will be his future path?

Li Mu suddenly felt dizzy and wondered if he was hallucinating because of hunger.
Li Mu rubbed his eyes, but the words and numbers floating in front of him became clearer and clearer.

[Game Player Summoning System·Level 1]

[Destiny points can be used to extract game players, extract items for the mall, upgrade system levels, add system functions, and add or delete player rules]

[Current destiny value: 500]

The eight big words "Game Player Summoning System" instantly aroused Li Mu's endless imagination.

Could it be that group of terrifying upright apes who are sometimes innocent and romantic, chivalrous, and sometimes evil and kill people all over the world?
If they really were this group of energetic gamers, then he wouldn't have to worry about his future.

Fighting, farming, scientific research, lurking, assassination... the players are proficient in everything and work hard without complaint.

But how do I use this destiny value?

Can hundreds of humanoid "Gundams" come at once?
Li Mu suddenly had an idea, and the text in front of him was replaced by a pop-up window of a shopping mall. Every item on the shelf was clearly marked with a price. Some could be purchased directly, while others required luck to obtain.

The window that summons players is very similar to the card drawing page in pay-to-win mobile games.

Li Mu could understand why players had to rely on luck to draw cards. Some of the pay-to-win mobile games he played before crossing over also used this method to draw combat operators.

Since luck is a factor, there must be differences in strength.

[Draw players for a minimum of ten consecutive draws, consuming 100 points of destiny]

[There is a certain probability of drawing high-level players (retired professors, retired mercenaries, game masters, group veterans, senior technicians, agricultural experts)]

Looking at the probability description in the interface notes, Li Mu muttered to himself.

Before he traveled through time, he never spent money playing games, and he relied on the guaranteed high-level operators to get them. The low-level operators he drew at random were either left to gather dust or used for infrastructure construction. The redundant low-level operators were of little use.

But now, all players, regardless of their status, can provide labor for Li Mu and are of extraordinary value.

So what are you waiting for? Go all in!

With a flash of dazzling light, ten cards appeared one by one before his eyes.

Ten beginner players.

Li Mu thought that it was not a big problem. After all, it was the first ten-draw combo, so it was normal not to have rare operators.

Keep drawing cards! Seven beginner players, one hundred toothbrush sets.

Six beginner players, ten mops.

Li Mu immediately cursed inwardly, "Toothbrush, mop, what the hell? This thing can be self-sufficient in the environment of the late Ming Dynasty. Do you need you to give it to me?"
The mall function of this system is like a daily necessities supermarket. Giving it a few iron pots is ten thousand times better than a toothbrush and mop!

Thirty bottles of beer.

Wow, we just talked about the daily necessities supermarket, and now we are at the convenience store, right? Are you going to give me some cheap fast food for working people next?

Li Mu decisively activated the last ten consecutive draws. As the dazzling light flashed by, he saw not some exotic daily necessities, but something actually useful.

food.

Eight hundred kilograms of corn.

After a round of poker, Li Mu got a total of 23 primary players, a toothbrush, a mop, beer, and corn.

Although there is no high-level player, and not even a mid-level player as a guarantee, the more than twenty "Terrible Upright Apes" are enough for him to show his skills.

[23 players are being searched and locked, the current progress is 15%, each player will be randomly given 1-5 resurrection opportunities and a regular cold weapon]

[Please do not summon players in small spaces, on cliffs, near traps, in volcanic craters, or in environments where it is difficult to perform or where death is imminent]

Li Mu looked around and realized that the small thatched hut could not accommodate twenty-three players.

Some basic game rules related to players can also be added freely by Li Mu.

Just as Li Mu added some rules and the player loading progress reached 75%, Li Mu suddenly heard a burst of hurried footsteps approaching, followed by shouting and cursing mixed with crying, and the sound of banging on the wall and kicking the door.

As if struck by lightning, the handsome young man immediately shouted, "Hide quickly."

He quickly slipped under the wooden bed, leaving half of his body exposed.

Li Mu leaned over and saw that the thin short shirt of the handsome young man was blown up by the edge of the bed, revealing his light-colored underwear.

“He” is a girl?
The girl paid no attention to Li Mu's changing expression, but lifted a wooden board from under the bed. "It's the bandits from Black Wind Village. They came a few times last year. Just hide. Once they've looted something, they'll naturally leave."

Before Li Mu could respond, the girl had already skillfully crawled into the hole and even stuck her head out to urge Li Mu to hurry up.

But it was too late.

It wasn't that Li Mu couldn't get under the bed, but a ferocious bandit with a shining knife had already kicked the door open.

The bandit snorted coldly, holding up his iron knife, "Where is the food?"

Li Mu did not say anything, but put on a look of fear and embarrassment, and casually pointed at the rice cabinet he had discovered earlier.

"Go, load up the food!"

The bandit took a straw bag from behind his waist, and then, dissatisfied with Li Mu's lack of agility, he raised his knife and swung it.

"Master Bing, please be kind. That's the food my family needs to survive this year's famine!"

Li Mu bent down, smiled apologetically, waved his hands in the air, his legs trembled in disguise, and tried hard to moisten his eyes to create a harmless look.

"Huh, be honest!"

Perhaps the bandits were so used to robbing villages that they always had it easy, so they didn't take Li Mu's plea for mercy seriously, nor did they worry that the timid villagers would dare to resist.

The thief walked straight to the rice cabinet with the straw bag and the knife, put the rice into the bag and put the knife at his feet.

Ah.

Li Mu swallowed his saliva. The steamed bread he had eaten earlier was gradually transformed into energy in his stomach.

In the chaotic world at the end of this dynasty, the weak are always the prey of the strong.

He had already saved his life by traveling through time from the modern era. Now he was in danger and was rescued by the villagers of this village, thus saving his life again.

Since it is the "third life", then live it well and live it vigorously.

There was only one thief who broke into a single household, not multiple thieves, which means that the number of thieves was not enough to cover the entire village, so they had to dispatch people to search the farmers one by one.

Then the thief in the house is "alone" at this moment.

Li Mu, who has six years of combat experience, has mastered the skills of killing.

He drew the knife from his waist and held it tightly in his palm.

"Ok?"

The bandit suddenly felt the warmth of someone approaching, but as soon as he turned around, he felt a pain in his neck, his mouth was covered tightly, and a sharp knife pierced his throat.

"Take a deep breath, it's normal to feel dizzy." Li Mu's words were sonorous and powerful.

The bandit reflexively dropped the grain bag and reached out to grab the knife, but was surprised to find that half of his body had been locked by a pair of strong arms, pressing him down. The attack on his neck also made him lose most of his strength.

This guy's begging for mercy and trembling were all fake!

"you……"

The bandit uttered unclear words from his throat and stared at Li Mu's face in disbelief.

The latter was calm and solemn, with his facial muscles twitching, but he showed no panic in killing people. His skillful killing method was as if he was slaughtering a fat chicken waiting to be slaughtered.

The hard knife twisted and cut the jugular vein, causing more blood to gush out and form a smelly pool of crimson blood under the bandit's body.

(End of this chapter)