American comics: Only I know the plot

Chapter 149 New Discoveries

It was precisely because of this that his reputation in the neighborhood grew, and he gained more and more prestige.

Until one day, when his reputation points exceeded one hundred, a system notification suddenly sounded in his mind, saying that he had one free attribute point...

"That's it! For every 100 reputation points we gain in the dungeon, we get one attribute point!"

"By the time the dungeon ended, I had gained three attribute points, all of which I added to Strength!"

"I feel like I'm strong enough to compete in professional matches right now!"

The poster excitedly left a comment below and thoughtfully included a video.

Li Wei opened the video and immediately saw a man holding a dumbbell labeled 100 kilograms in one hand.

This scene didn't shock Li Wei, who was already used to the world of superpowers, but it did break the hearts of others who read the post.

"Damn! I was so busy eating and drinking in the dungeon, why didn't anyone tell me about this great opportunity!"

"Hehe, someone's revealed this secret. I was originally planning to keep it a secret a little longer..."

"Upstairs, trying to keep such important information to yourself? You're inhuman!"

The thread had tens of thousands of replies, but Li Wei only glanced at it briefly before losing interest in reading further.

Li Wei closed his laptop and breathed a sigh of relief.

Everything proved that Li Wei was not deluding himself; all his feelings were real.

The attributes of the dungeon world can actually be projected into the real world!

Moreover, Li Wei had just glanced at it and found that although many people had gained more or less reputation, most of them were around one hundred.

Even after careful examination, the person who gained the most reputation points only received a little over 200 points, not exceeding 300 points.

According to Li Wei's estimate, with his current reputation points exceeding 3000, it would be conservative to say he ranks in the top three among all players...

Thinking of this, Li Wei's eyes grew brighter and brighter.

Originally, I just treated this as a pastime, but now that I've discovered that the attributes in the game can be projected into reality, there's no point in hesitating anymore. I'll just quickly gain reputation.

Thinking of this, Li Wei immediately replenished the game pod with nutrient solution. He didn't want to receive a message about insufficient nutrient supply while in the game world.

After filling the game pod with nutrient solution, Li Wei couldn't wait to lie down inside, ready to begin his second dungeon adventure.

The familiar login screen lit up, and after a flash of light, the names of the two instances lit up.

Copy Name: Batman

Status: Completed Rewards: 3022 Reputation Points Time Taken: 127 days (Dungeon Time)

Ranking: 001

As soon as Li Wei turned his gaze to the Batman instance, he noticed a series of attributes lit up on it.

Through these attributes, Li Wei learned a lot of information.

Based on the current situation, he seems to be the only player who has completed the Batman instance.

I just wonder if other players repeatedly stay in the Batman dungeon, and if other players complete it, will they be able to continuously gain attributes...?

If possible... Thinking of this, Li Wei suddenly felt a surge of excitement.

Once you're familiar with a dungeon and have gained a huge amount of reputation, you can let others clear the dungeon and then start over in that dungeon yourself.

If this cycle continues, the reputation points will likely accumulate to a terrifying level very quickly.

Having figured this out, Li Wei felt he could give it a try if given the opportunity.

If his idea could actually come true, it would be a terrible thing.

Suppressing the excitement in his heart, Li Wei looked at another lit-up instance.

This is a dungeon he just unlocked. In "Second World", all dungeons obtained by players are random.

Before the dungeon was selected, Li Wei was completely clueless.

But when Li Wei saw the name of the instance that had been lit up, he suddenly froze.

The Hulk

Looking at the glittering dungeon name, Li Wei was suddenly a little confused.

Goodness, it's the American comic book universe again!

But this is good news for him, at least it's a world he's familiar with!

With that in mind, Li Wei wasted no time and directly selected the instance, intending to begin his instance journey.

This time, however, he didn't enter the instance directly, but remained on the login screen.

Just as he was wondering, a mechanical prompt suddenly sounded in his mind.

"Player has unallocated attribute points and cannot enter the new instance."

Hearing the system notification in his mind, Li Wei was suddenly dumbfounded.

Good grief, this instance has completely blocked his path.

I was originally thinking of deciding which attribute to add based on the situation.

It seems that we can only allocate them first.

After thinking for a moment, Li Wei decided to allocate his attribute points to Intelligence and Constitution respectively.

After all, the guy we're facing this time is the Hulk. If we're not physically strong enough, our lives could be in danger at any moment.

Without further ado, Li Wei quickly completed the stat allocation and opened the attribute panel, where his attributes had changed.

Li Wei

[Reputation]: 3022

【Strength】: 8

[Agility]: 5

[Intelligence]: 10

[Physical Constitution]: 7

[Free attribute points]: 0

【Damage Immunity (Level 1)】: Active skill. Grants immunity to all incoming damage for 3 seconds after use. Cooldown: 24 hours.

【Hearing Enhancement (Level 1)】: Passive skill, slightly improves the player's hearing. With this skill, you no longer have to worry about someone whispering behind your back.

【Waist and Abdomen Strengthening (Level 1)】: Passive skill, slightly increases the player's waist and abdominal strength. Dude, with this skill, you'll be an invincible little whirlwind from now on!

After allocating the attribute points, Li Wei felt his body had become more robust, and his thinking speed had also increased.

After adding the attribute points, he felt more confident about his upcoming dungeon adventure.

"Enter the instance!"

Li Wei murmured a sentence, and as everything went black, he felt his consciousness drifting into the distant void.

The Call of Gamma Rays - At 11 p.m., the city's hustle and bustle had long been swallowed up by the night, and the traffic on the streets was becoming increasingly sparse. Occasionally, a car would drive by, its engine sound particularly clear in the quiet night, only to disappear at the end of the road in an instant, leaving only a faint smell of exhaust fumes that slowly dissipated in the cool air.

The neurosurgery office area of ​​the city's central hospital was almost completely silent, except for Li Wei's office, where a cold white fluorescent light was still on. The light shone through the ceiling lampshade, evenly illuminating every corner of the room and dispelling the chill of the night.

In the neurosurgery office of the city's central hospital, only Li Wei remained, still busy at his desk. The desk was piled high with newly compiled medical records, thick stacks neatly arranged, their edges slightly whitish from the lamplight.

Li Wei was the only one left in the office. He sat at his desk by the window, his back slightly bent, staring intently at the medical records on the table. He held a black pen in his fingers, pausing occasionally, his brow furrowing as if he were thinking about something, before continuing to write on the medical records. The pen tip scratched across the paper, making a soft "shush" sound that was particularly jarring in the quiet office.

Every medical record was filled with his handwriting, from the patient's chief complaint and physical signs to the results of auxiliary examinations, and then to the preliminary diagnosis and treatment plan. Every detail was marked meticulously, without the slightest carelessness.

The table was piled high with freshly organized medical records, neatly stacked in rows, their edges slightly whitish from the light. Some of the records still bore faint ink marks, traces left by Li Wei's long hours of writing.

As a resident physician in neurosurgery, working late into the night is the norm. The high-intensity work kept him on the go for nearly ten hours straight, making even a sip of water precious.

Each medical record is thick, with the patient's name, gender, and hospital number clearly written on the cover. Inside, it is filled with Li Wei's handwriting, from the patient's chief complaint, present illness, and past medical history, to every physical examination sign, the results of auxiliary examinations, the preliminary diagnosis, differential diagnosis, and detailed treatment plan. Every detail is meticulously marked without the slightest carelessness.

The night outside the window was as dark as ink that could not be dissolved. Thick clouds obscured the moon, and only the city's neon lights pierced through the clouds and through the office blinds, casting dappled light and shadow on the desk and walls, flickering like dancing fireflies.

As a resident physician in neurosurgery, working overtime late into the night is already the norm. Neurosurgery work is inherently tedious and demanding. Emergency surgeries, ward rounds, writing medical records, and participating in case discussions fill almost all of his time each day. The high-intensity work keeps him working for nearly ten hours straight, making even a sip of water extremely precious.

Li Wei straightened his back slightly, stretched, and his bones made a slight "crackling" sound. Fatigue swept over him like a tide, spreading along his spine to his whole body, making him frown involuntarily.

The night outside the window was as dark as ink that could not be dissolved. Thick layers of clouds completely obscured the moon, and not a single ray of moonlight could penetrate the clouds to illuminate the city below. Only the neon lights on the distant skyscrapers stubbornly pierced through the clouds and the night, casting dappled light and shadows on the desk and walls through the office blinds.

He raised his hands and rubbed his sore eyes vigorously, pressing his fingertips against his eye sockets to relieve the soreness from staring at the medical records for a long time. The bloodshot veins under his eyes were clearly visible, the most direct sign of fatigue.

The light and shadow flickered, like dancing fireflies or swaying candlelight, gently swaying with the occasional evening breeze passing by the window, casting Li Wei's long shadow on the wall, making him appear somewhat lonely.

After several hours of focused work, his throat was so dry and sore that even swallowing was difficult. He put down his pen, got up to pour himself a glass of water, took a short break, and then continued to finish his work.

Li Wei straightened his back slightly, stretched, and his bones made a soft "crackling" sound, which was particularly clear in the quiet office, as if long-suppressed fatigue was finally being released.

Li Wei's footsteps were light, trying not to make any unnecessary noise. The office was quiet, with only the ticking of the clock on the wall, clear and rhythmic, as if counting down something.

Exhaustion swept over him like a tidal wave, spreading down his spine and throughout his body. Every muscle ached, causing him to furrow his brow and his eyes to bulge with weariness.

He had just walked to the water dispenser and hadn't even pressed the dispensing button when a blinding green beam of light suddenly flashed past the window. The light was so intense that it instantly broke through the glass barrier, carrying a scorching heat that enveloped his entire body.

He raised his hands and rubbed his sore eyes vigorously, pressing his fingertips against his eye sockets and gently rotating them to relieve the soreness caused by staring at the medical records for a long time. The red blood vessels under his eyes were clearly visible, crisscrossing like a fine net, which was the most direct and obvious mark of fatigue.

The green light was not a soft halo, but a tangible ray, so dazzling that it was impossible to look directly at it. Li Wei subconsciously squinted, trying to avoid the blinding light, but found that his body was firmly bound and unable to move.

Hours of focused work left his throat so dry and sore that even swallowing was difficult. It felt like a fire was burning inside his throat, and each swallow was accompanied by a slight stinging pain.

The scorching heat seeped into his body through his skin, like a raging fire burning in his chest, searing his internal organs, causing him to groan involuntarily, and fine beads of cold sweat instantly appeared on his forehead.

He simply put down his pen, which landed on the desk with a soft "tap," breaking the silence of the office before returning to normal.

Immediately afterwards, a strong sense of dizziness came over him like a tidal wave, each wave more intense than the last. His vision began to darken, and a sharp buzzing sound rang in his ears. The sound grew louder and louder, like countless bees frantically flapping their wings in his ears, or like the ear-piercing sound of high-voltage current cutting through metal, almost shattering his eardrums.

Li Wei's body seemed to be pulled and spun by an invisible force, as if he had been swept into a huge vortex. He was dizzy and disoriented, unable to distinguish up from down from left from right. All his senses became confused in an instant.

His footsteps were light, trying not to make any unnecessary noise, as if afraid of breaking the tranquility of the night. The office was quiet, with only the ticking of the clock on the wall, clear and rhythmic, each tick like a countdown, carrying a strange sense of oppression.

He could feel his body constantly twisting and stretching, as if it were being torn apart by that invisible force. His muscles ached intensely, and his bones felt like they were being reassembled, with every inch screaming in pain.

The clock face is black, with white hands moving slowly across it. The ticking of the second hand is even and regular, repeating "tick-tock, tick-tock" over and over again, as if telling the story of the passage of time, or as if foreshadowing an impending change.

In such pain and confusion, Li Wei subconsciously clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white from the force, his nails digging deep into his palms, sending a sharp, piercing pain through him. But this pain did nothing to alleviate the excruciating pain and dizziness he was experiencing.