Immortal I Speedrun Supernatural Game

Chapter 9 I'm a farmer and this is beets!

“Ahem… No… No!”

On the balcony of the seaside villa.

The hanging hammock was empty. Instead, the originally spotless and expensive floor tiles were stained with a thick pool of blood. A strange, slender woman was lying on the ground in pain.

Her expression was ferocious as if she was in great pain, and she could only mutter the word "not right".

About half an hour later, a layer of blood scabs formed on his body. He finally recovered and used his trembling hands to support the ground, trying hard to get up while enduring the pain that felt like his whole body was exploding.

Pick up the phone next to you and type in the content——

"Reward for Mingyang City Criminal Police Captain Li Guoqiang! I want him dead or alive!"

"Find out what happened to him!"

"The bounty is set at 10 million US dollars!"

The strange woman's typing fingers made the phone click, and by the time she sent the message, the originally smooth screen was covered in cracks.

She was angry! She was confused!
That supreme being revels in death and blood.

This sacrifice is to use 50 lives to bring a trace of vitality to the breath on that piece of clothing.

But when he transferred his consciousness through the special spirit tablet, he saw that person's projection!
Why would He personally send down a projection?
The replica was pieced together and sewn by myself.

She knows what's inside better than anyone else.

This is as ridiculous as Jack Ma taking a private plane to the home of a cowherd in a remote mountain village just to steal the cow dung he picked up in the morning.

Since there is nothing wrong with the thing, the problem can only be with the person!

"Why wasn't that bastard sacrificed?" The strange woman gasped violently, her proud figure trembling in a slightly embarrassed manner.

The scene I saw when my consciousness entered the spirit tablet echoed in my mind——

She clearly saw the body of a person whose form had been deformed into a monster, with its head raised unyieldingly to gaze at the red sun in the sky.

Even though it would shatter into blood foam in the next second, the monster's wild laughter still frightened the strange woman.

"Could it be that this madman was sent by some organization to destroy the [Advent]?"

"Disaster Cult? Tarot Club? Or the Abnormal Affairs Bureau?"

Now the strange woman's mind is a little confused.

The bastard who cleared the copy was holding the spirit tablet that should have been carried by Li Guoqiang. He also used some method to ignore the sacrifice and attracted the projection of that person, causing the [thing that came] to disappear, completely disrupting the plan that he had been preparing for a long time.

Not only that, his only scapegoat was also gone.

There are only a few players in the entire Spirit Disaster game who own this kind of item!
The horror of that existence was far beyond imagination. Even though there was a huge gap between the copy and the real world, even though what He descended was just a projection, and even the target of His gaze was not Himself, He still caused Him to die once.

"I do not care who you are……"

"I'm going to cut you into pieces!"

It was the first time that the strange woman hated someone so much.

He is also the first person who hates the live broadcast restrictions of "The Disaster Game".

That's a protection mechanism for newcomers—

Due to the different flow rates of time in the dungeon and in reality, players watching the live broadcast are actually in a similar time-stop state.

And they are unable to remember the personal characteristics such as appearance and voice of any new person in the live broadcast.

So she had no way of directly locking down who the final person was, and she didn't even know that Li Guoqiang hadn't entered at all when she was watching the live broadcast.

Fortunately, the scope of the investigation can be narrowed.

The person was holding Li Guoqiang's spirit tablet, and the place he was in must be Mingyang City!

"Ethan, book a flight back home."

"I'm going to go back and dig him out myself!"

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"Ah sneeze!!"

Wu Wang, who didn't know that his head was now worth tens of millions, sneezed.

Rubbing his nose, he asked in confusion, "Who is scolding me?"

"A-choo! A-choo! A-choo!" Three more times in a row.

"Damn, you're cursing so dirty. Do you believe it or not, I'll put a curse on you after you finish eating?" Wu Wang cursed as he picked up the instant noodles that were almost in a lump with a plastic fork and ate them without any disgust.

He just came back to reality.

Based on the deviation of the clock on the wall and the softness of the instant noodles, he easily judged how long he had been gone - thirty minutes.

This is the time I spent studying my personal panel in the dark space.

In other words, if we only talk about the copy world, no matter how long you spend in it, only a moment has passed in the real world when you return.

"Is it Uncle Wang who's scolding me? Did he find out that I replaced his square dance audio USB drive with a social death wheeze?"

"Could it be that Aunt Li still holds a grudge against me for shaving her cat's fur and using it to make a sweater?"

"Meow~"

While Wu Wang was still wondering whether he was casting a spell on Uncle Wang or Aunt Li, a fawning cat meow rang out from the bedroom door. He knew it was Little Clip Old Green Tea.

Glancing sideways, I saw the black and white cow cat that my second sister raised walked in with light steps.

This guy has an unusually abstract shape because of the white cat hair near his nose.

So Wu Wang always called it "Ji Ba Mao".

Watching it slowly approach, Wu Wang pulled out a tube of cat strips from the drawer.

"Meow~~"

The cow cat's voice became even more shrill, and he stared at the cat strip intently, his saliva almost dripping to the ground.

But Wu Wang didn't buy it.

He just stared at the Cow Cat seriously and scolded: "Cat! Have you forgotten what I taught you?"

Hearing his low voice, the cow cat stopped in its tracks.

He called out to Wu Wang a few more times tentatively.

After finding it useless.

It compromised.

Whoosh—Patta—

The cow cat skillfully exerted force with its front legs, and the whole cat leaped into the air like a big black and white windmill, doing a wonderful backflip in the air, and finally landed perfectly.

After completing this acrobatic performance, it saw a smile on Wu Wang's face.

"That's right! That's it!"

"We don't raise useless people at home. You get what you sow. Only valuable cats can eat food!"

"From now on, every time I come home, I have to see you flipping through a box before I can eat cat food. Do you understand?"

After saying that, he put the cat strips back into the drawer.

He didn't say that this performance would require feeding cat strips.

"I can even tame a cat. I'm a fucking genius."

He paid no attention to the cat's dissatisfied growl.

After Wu Wang finished praising himself, he picked it up and threw it into the living room, then went back to his room and locked the door.

turn on computer.

The dim light cast a strange paleness on his face.

There are about 23 hours left until the mission time.

He needs to review his knowledge on the supernatural.

The browser clicks on a file called "Metaphysics" in the favorites folder——

"Encyclopedia of Occult Studies", "Use of Witchcraft", "Collection of Taoist Spells", "..."

Not only that, more favorites on the side show his terrifying knowledge reserves.

From chemical material smelting to the analysis of architectural design; from literary poetry to advanced mathematics theory; from fitness diet to the analysis of martial arts moves; from astronomy and constellations to geographical and geological research; from wilderness survival skills to financial investment; from human medicine to criminal cases...

All kinds of messy and comprehensive knowledge were classified and counted by him.

The most important thing is that he has learned it all.

Normal people would probably not be able to cover all aspects due to limited energy.

But Wu Wang is a little special...

"It's true that when you're full, you'll think about sex. I feel sleepy right after eating." Not long after completing his knowledge, Wu Wang felt his eyelids about to droop and waves of fatigue washed over him.

He subconsciously took out a fruit knife from the drawer and skillfully pointed it at his heart.

Then he inserted it hard.

puff-

he died.

In the blink of an eye, the lost blood disappeared into thin air and returned to the body.

When I opened my eyes, all the tiredness was gone.

After resurrection, the body will return to its current healthiest state!
With the help of this method, you can maintain a high-intensity learning state without taking a break, and just give yourself a knife when you feel sleepy.

It's not just about studying, it's also about exercising and practicing fighting skills.

Whenever the body's muscles are pushed to their limit due to extensive exercise, they only need to be revived once to continue, and the exercise effect will be retained, which is equivalent to skipping the muscle recovery process and getting the results directly.

Wu Wang hasn't slept for five consecutive years.

As he just said—

"I'm a fucking genius!"

(End of this chapter)