Online Game: Me, with Unparalleled Comprehension

Wu Feng logged back in. Night had fallen in the game, but there were still a few players near the village chief's house.

Soon, Luo Tiancheng, dressed in excellent gear, walked over. Upon seeing him, his eyes lit up, and he quickly stepped forward.

"Brother, you're really efficient." Luo Tiancheng greeted him with a smile, but his gaze couldn't help but sweep over Wu Changfeng, as if assessing his seemingly ordinary but surprisingly imposing attire. "You're a big star on the forum, you know? That video of you wielding the Mo Dao was getting tons of clicks."

Wu Changfeng was taken aback: "What forum?"

"Official forum! Someone filmed you using an incredibly powerful Mo Dao to farm monsters in Black Wind Pass, wiping them out with a single strike. Everyone's calling you the Mo Dao Master."

Luo Tiancheng said with envy, "How did you manage to get such good equipment and martial arts skills? Our guild struggles to even defeat monsters of the same level, let alone bosses."

"It's from Black Wind Stronghold, dropped by the BOSS." Wu Changfeng said succinctly.

"You can already solo the BOSS?!" Luo Tiancheng was genuinely surprised. "We even have to form a full team to fight elite mini-bosses, using potions and grinding them down, and we still often fail... This game isn't just about throwing money at it."

He sounded somewhat helpless. In this game, you have to practice your own martial arts skills, and the death penalty is severe, which greatly reduces the advantages of power levelers and bosses.

"We've won." Wu Changfeng nodded and put one hundred taels of silver and ten pieces of green equipment into the trade window.

Luo Tiancheng carefully examined the equipment's attributes, nodding repeatedly, "These are all good items, rare finds right now." He readily calculated, "Silver, at market price, is 120,000 for 100 taels. Ten pieces of green equipment, averaging 3,000 each, that's 30,000. A total of 150,000, how about that?"

"Can."

The transaction was complete. Luo Tiancheng seemed to remember something and asked, "By the way, can you do boss fights for me? The price is negotiable."

Wu Changfeng shook his head: "I'm afraid that won't work. The BOSS is too intelligent, and its aggro mechanism and move variations are very complex. It's not something you can easily defeat by simply overwhelming it with equipment. Moreover, the death penalty is too severe. If the power-leveling service dies, I can't afford to compensate them." What he said was true. The AI ​​of the NPCs and monsters in this game is ridiculously high, and the battles are full of variables.

Luo Tiancheng sighed upon hearing this, clearly understanding the sentiment: "That's true... Alright then, contact me anytime you have stock, and I guarantee you'll be satisfied with the price." After exchanging a few more pleasantries, he hurriedly logged off, probably to distribute the newly acquired resources.

Wu Feng also exited the game, looked at the notification that 150,000 yuan had been deposited into his mobile bank account, and breathed a long sigh of relief.

Including previous revenue, the game pod's initial investment of 180,000 yuan has not only been recouped, but a net profit of tens of thousands of yuan has been made. And this has only been a little over two days since the server opened!

"This game has really made me rich," he muttered to himself, a feeling of indescribable exhilaration welling up inside him.

Following this trend, as players level up and market demand expands, earning millions a day may not be a dream at all.

After all, there are more and more wealthy people in the group waving cash and begging to buy resources and equipment.

Remembering what Luo Cheng had mentioned about the forum, he went to his computer, turned it on, and opened the official forum for "Jianghu Dream".

Sure enough, a post highlighted in red and bold on the homepage got a lot of upvotes:

"A formidable master of the Mo Dao has appeared! He's clearing the grass in Black Wind Pass, is he the first expert to conquer Black Wind Village? There's a video!"

Clicking through, the main post features a screenshot and a short video of him wielding a Broken Army Sword, hacking and slashing through a group of bandits.

In the scene, the Mo Dao (a type of long-handled sword) is wielded, creating a dark and deadly storm. Bandits fall like straw wherever it passes, and the damage numbers jump wildly.

The photographer was quite far away, and the image was a bit shaky, but the powerful and violent visual impact was still strong.

The comments below have exploded:

"Holy crap! Is this really the same game? It takes me three hits to kill a stray dog!"

"A Mo Dao?! This weapon looks fierce! Where did you get it?"

"Does the master take on apprentices? Must be able to warm the bed and shout '666'!"

"Over a thousand with one strike? What kind of arm strength is that? He's cheating!"

"Upstairs, the fact that this game isn't cheating only means that their martial arts level and attributes are already far superior to ours."

"I'm so envious! I'm still learning basic swordsmanship from Instructor Wang, and he's already soloing the mountain stronghold..."

"Does anyone recognize which big shot's alt account this is?"

"The equipment looks pretty ordinary. Did they get incredibly lucky and draw a god-tier affix?"

"Regardless of whether it's a keyword or not, this level of skill is absolutely top-notch! I bow down to this master!"

Wu Feng's lips twitched as he looked at the dense comments of envy, speculation, and admiration.

He never expected that someone would film him practicing his skills and post it online.

Well, it's alright. The goal of developing in a low-key manner has been partially achieved—at least no one knows exactly who he is, what he looks like, or what his ID is.

I shut down the forum and turned off the computer. After the initial excitement, a strong feeling of hunger and exhaustion washed over me.

I spent most of the day in the game eating only steamed buns and dry food; my mouth is practically tasteless now.

He put on his coat and went out, found a food stall that was open until late at night, ordered a few hearty dishes, and a few bottles of ice-cold beer.

Sitting on the bustling street, enjoying a delicious meal under the night sky and streetlights.

The rich, savory flavor of the meat, the intense wok hei (wok aroma) of the vegetables, and the refreshing taste of the ice-cold beer completely soothed my stomach and mind.

After a hearty meal, I returned to my accommodation slightly tipsy and took a relaxing hot shower, washing away the day's fatigue and the bloody atmosphere of the virtual world.

After washing up, I felt refreshed.

I lay back in the familiar gaming pod, the lid closed, and my consciousness sank in.

In the game world, night is deep.

In the starting village, many players still carry torches and lanterns, actively moving around inside and outside the village, calling out to their friends and trying to catch up with the progress.

Wu Changfeng stood where he had logged off, looking around.

He discovered that his night vision seemed to have improved considerably. Even without a torch, he could roughly see the road and distant outlines. This was probably a hidden benefit brought about by the improvement in his physical constitution and internal strength.

"I've run out of new martial arts to practice; it's time to find a master and learn some new ones." He glanced at his skill panel; all the acquired techniques were now at their maximum level. It was time to venture to a wider map.

Departure from Qingshan Town.

We set off again, heading north towards Black Wind Pass.

Their figures quickly blended into the night outside the village, leaving the still bustling lights of the newbie village behind.

Black Wind Pass was even more eerie under the night sky than during the day, with the occasional howl of an unknown wild beast echoing through the forest, mixed with the indistinct shouts of a player team in the distance.

Wu Changfeng carried the Iron-Cutting Sword and headed north along the mountain path.

He made no effort to conceal his tracks; his footsteps rustled clearly as he walked on the gravel and fallen leaves.

They hadn't gone far when three dark figures emerged from behind the bushes ahead—three bandits carrying swords, level 10, their scarlet eyes particularly striking in the darkness.

"Another one coming to die!" The lead bandit grinned maliciously as he pounced.

Wu Changfeng didn't even draw his sword. He slightly shifted his foot to the side, dodging the incoming blade, and unleashed his right fist like a cannonball—the most basic straight punch.

But with the support of arm strength and the perfect fist intent, this punch was both extremely simple and extremely terrifying.

boom!

The fist landed solidly on the bandit's chest. The bandit's body arched like a shrimp, his eyes bulged, and he was sent flying backward, crashing into a small tree as thick as a bowl before collapsing to the ground and turning into a white light.

- 1345!

The other two bandits stopped in shock, but Wu Changfeng had already moved. He glided forward like a ghost, his left hand forming a knife-like palm strike, a basic palm technique called "cutting" across the left bandit's throat; simultaneously, his right hand reached out, grabbing the right bandit's wrist holding the knife, and twisting it forcefully—

Crack! The sound of bones breaking was clearly audible.

The two bodies fell down almost simultaneously.

Wu Changfeng shook his hand, bent down, and picked up the dozen or so copper coins that had fallen. The whole process took less than five seconds; he didn't even give the other two a chance to make a second move.

"After reaching the Great Perfection, things are indeed different," he muttered to himself.

move on.

Wu Changfeng killed all the bandits he encountered along the way, whether they were alone or in groups of three or five.

He had no interest in taking a detour—firstly, it was unnecessary, and secondly, these bandits had now become the best training targets in his eyes.

After reaching the pinnacle of martial arts, the feeling of using them is completely different from before.

It's no longer about mechanically repeating moves, but rather a kind of instinctive, seamless flow.

Thrust, chop, slash, sweep... the simplest movements can be transformed into magic in his hands, always hitting the enemy's vitals in the most effortless and precise way.