Dragon Tribulation of All Realms

Chapter 8 Please take off your mask and speak

Chapter 8: Please take off your mask and speak
"What the hell?"

Dreams overshadowed reality, as Wu Chen closed his eyes. He leaned against the wall and fell asleep, and the abandoned tower before him replaced the burning airliner.

He stood beside the bandit leader's body, and his 'friend' appeared before him.

"Literally, don't you understand?" the friend replied. "Complete tasks, get rewards. You don't think all the deals I offer are goods first, payment later, do you?"

"...Reincarnation world?" Wu Chen thought of a classic online novel.

"It's okay if you want to understand it that way."

"Then why not use bonus points, side plots, or something... wouldn't that make more sense?"

"Please consider the copyright issue at least."

"...You also have to consider copyright?"

"Maybe."

Wu Chen looked at his friends, and his friends looked at him.

The two of them stared at each other until Wu Chen gave up.

"...Okay, give me the exchange list." He waved his hand in surrender.

"No." However, his friend gave him a surprised response. "There is no redemption list, no mall."

"Are you kidding me?" Wu Chen pointed at himself. "Without a mall, how can you give me resource voucher reward points?"

"I'm not kidding," my friend waved his hand. "Have you forgotten? Your delivery-first-payment-later deal isn't closed yet. There won't be another deal until that's done. Whether it's delivery first, payment later, or payment first, delivery later, it won't work."

"So what can this thing do?"

“I can buy things.”

Wu Chen's head tilted forty-five degrees. Small brain, but filled with confusion.

Fortunately, his friend did not delay him for too long and responded quickly - it stretched out its hand, and the bandit leader's two-handed giant sword floated up and flew in front of Wu Chen.

"This two-handed greatsword requires 100 resource points to purchase."

The next moment, the bandit leader's full steel armor was dismantled and then reassembled before Wu Chen. The damage and blood stains disappeared, leaving the entire armor looking brand new.

"This full-body steel armor requires 400 resource points to purchase."

Wu Chen probably understood.

He glanced at the gun and mask in his hand. No matter where they were, he could summon them to his side and hand at any time.

"Are you buying conceptual ownership... Do I have to pay to buy the spoils before I can bring them back to Earth?"

"Your understanding isn't zero at all," the friend replied. "Yes, you have to buy them to own them. Whether it's this world, your hometown, or any other world. One-time purchase, no cheating."

"I see." Wu Chen breathed a sigh of relief. Suddenly, he remembered something and quickly asked, "If I save up enough resource points, can I buy this Dragon Sacrifice Mask directly? Skip the delivery-first-payment-later task and just pay for it straight away?"

"I can't do that," my friend waved his hand. "A transaction that's already occurred can't be changed. There's only one payment method, and there's no way to change it."

"Is there really no need to discuss?"

"No room for negotiation," my friend continued to shake his head. "Rules are rules. They can't be changed, and they can't be circumvented. The three-month deadline can't be modified. Let's be business people. I think we should stop discussing topics like this that damage our friendship."

Ok.

Wu Chen was discouraged.

He also wanted to ask how to obtain these points. But then...

"Think for yourself." His friend, apparently, wasn't going to explain it clearly. "But I can tell you one thing. The way to acquire resource points isn't simply to go on a killing spree."

"And..." It pointed at Wu Chen's face. "Before taking off the mask, it's best to find a well-ventilated open space."

wake up.

Wu Chen blinked.

He always felt that something had changed in him, but he couldn't quite explain it.

He glanced at the corpse on the ground, feeling the same way as before. The bloodstained two-handed sword rolled to his feet. He casually picked it up and swung it, feeling a bit uncomfortable.

He has a habit of playing games.

No matter what game it was, as long as it was an adventure role-playing game, he would always turn it into a battle of faith, using a weapon in one hand and a fancy move in the other. The magic swordsman was naturally one of those types, and wielding a one-handed sword had long been his habit.

——One day I’ll go to Solitude and get the Dawnbreaker... Damn, that place is on the other side of Skyrim, so far away!

He finally found a steel one-handed sword among the bandits' corpses. He polished it briefly and hung it by his side—only then did he realize he'd been wandering around in nothing but rags. He then went to the leader's room and rummaged through the drawers. He didn't find any treasure chests, but he did find some clean, neatly-kept clothes.

A base layer, then a set of iron armor—the bandit leader's full-body steel armor had been shattered by Wu Chen's magic and bullets. And the friend's reshaping in the dream hadn't affected the present world. It was a bit of a shame.

but……

"not bad."

Wu Chen stretched his body. He was quite strong, still able to move easily in the tough iron armor made of leather belts and large iron plates. It did reduce his agility somewhat, but at least without his mask on, he didn't have to worry about being hit by a sudden and fatal arrow.

Ah...the mask.

The Iron Armor has an iron horned helmet, and wearing it will resemble the protagonist on the cover of The Elder Scrolls V. Of course, if it's not a specially made helmet, you can't also equip a mask.

Wu Chen's fingers touched his face.

And at the moment when he was about to take off the mask, a hint of hesitation suddenly emerged in his heart.

Do you really want to take off this mask?

Do you really want to let this power leave your body?
Wear it, it won't affect your eating or seeing. With a little disguise, few people in this era would know it's a dragon sacrifice mask.

After all, without it, he would have died the moment he resisted in the hall.

My heart started beating fast.

Many persuasive thoughts echoed from the depths of my heart. They were irrefutable reasons, reasons that prevented me from taking off my mask. Thousands of whispers merged into a unified voice.

but……

Just a moment.

Wu Chen hesitated for only a moment before taking off the mask.

And the next moment...

'Well--'

A feeling of nausea suddenly arises.

The stench of blood, previously unnoticed, now became especially clear and pungent. The shattered remains of the dead became particularly vivid in his memory. And beside him, the sound of wailing and begging for mercy echoed faintly.

——I killed someone.

——I killed several people!
The thought that had been so indifferent a moment before was now particularly clear and distinct. The slippery touch of trampling flesh and blood made him shudder the moment he recalled it.

"I...I am..."

His eyes swept across the blood-stained sword hanging at his waist.

That smudge of crimson was particularly glaring at that moment, and it was unbearable. He gripped the hilt of the sword and threw the blood-stained weapon outward. As it clanged, he gasped for air.

Someone was killed.

He broke the law and killed someone!
Bad seed, murderer!

He reached out his hand and held onto the wall. As his powerful strength faded, his strong heart seemed to fade away with it.

After several seconds, then dozens of seconds, his panting finally subsided, and a large amount of cold sweat had already soaked his neck.

He bit his lips hard.

Exhale a long enough breath.

Wu Chen leaned against the wall and slowly sat down. As he calmed down, a relaxed expression appeared on his face.

"... Turns out I'm not a monster... yet."

He looked at the dragon priest mask that had fallen at his feet.

He stretched out his hand and trembled for a moment before touching it.

But in the end, he still took the mask in his hand.

It turns out that I am not as strong and cold-blooded as I expected.