A Comprehensive Network: An Endless Adventure Begins as a Wanderer

Two days passed in the blink of an eye.

During the two days of waiting for the delivery, Cheng Yi practiced the Mage's Hand technique at home, except for attending classes.

Although Cheng Yi can now use it freely, he is still somewhat awkward when using it in battle.

He deliberately chose an old doll from his home as a hypothetical enemy, manipulating the mage's hand to pull the doll's arm, cover its mouth, and even try to press it down with his hand to simulate controlling the situation during a sneak attack.

Cheng Yi also asked the all-knowing group members.

"I have a question: what are some cool tricks or techniques using the Mage's Hand in combat?"

The group was buzzing with discussion about how DMs could elegantly kill PLs, and no one paid him any attention for a moment.

But soon, the group chat veered from a major discussion into a meme war. Amidst the flood of silly emojis, a ruthless group member tagged Cheng Yi.

"The Timeless Master's Twist Technique"

Cheng Yi stared at the line of text for two seconds, his mind automatically filling in the blanks, and he immediately gasped.

That's ruthless. Really ruthless.

This isn't just a fancy move; it's clearly a forbidden technique, violating the laws of nature and moral principles. Most people simply couldn't bring themselves to do it.

He silently took a screenshot of the message and saved it, making up his mind—he would never use it unless absolutely necessary.

But... that doesn't stop me from writing it down first.

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Soon, all the equipment arrived.

Cheng Yi put on silent sneakers, put pepper spray and flashlight in his pockets, and wrapped nylon rope around the shoulder strap of his backpack. Everything was ready.

Cheng Yi gripped the kitchen knife tightly in his hand.

In the past two days, he has spent a lot of time watching close combat techniques on the all-powerful D-site.

Cheng Yi locked the door, drew the curtains, and sat on the sofa, taking a deep breath.

The panel opens, and the icon for [Newbie Trial: Three Pigs Path] is flashing.

Without hesitation, Cheng Yi tapped his fingertip, and everything went black before his eyes.

A dizzying sensation, like being hit on the head, came from the back of my head.

The hum of the air conditioner disappeared, replaced by the damp scent of grass and trees and the faint chirping of insects in the distance. When Cheng Yi opened his eyes again, he was already standing on a forest path.

The path wasn't narrow, overgrown with waist-high weeds and low shrubs on both sides. Sunlight filtered through the leaves, casting dappled patterns on the ground, and the air was filled with a mixture of earth and a faint, fishy smell. Not far away, a dilapidated carriage lay overturned by the roadside, two wooden beams broken, and a large tear in the carriage. Inside, it was empty, containing only scattered hay and tattered cloth.

Beside the carriage lay the corpse of a man dressed in guard uniform. His face was bluish-purple, his eyes were wide open, and he had long since stopped breathing. His body was covered in dried blood, indicating that he had been dead for some time.

Cheng Yi tensed up instantly, his steps became extremely light, and he subconsciously took a half step back, pressing himself against the shadow of a tree trunk by the roadside, and slowly squatted down.

sneak!

He didn't approach rashly, but squinted and carefully observed his surroundings. The weeds grew densely, rustling in the wind, but the sound he had just heard was clearly not from the wind.

Cheng Yi hadn't forgotten anything that seemed off in the dungeon description!

Cheng Yi slowly exhaled, and with a thought, the invisible hand of the sorcerer quietly appeared, gently reaching towards the corpse on the ground. The hand moved very lightly, avoiding branches and pebbles on the ground, afraid of making the slightest sound.

Just as the sorcerer's hand was about to touch the corpse, Cheng Yi caught a glimpse of a small figure moving in the bushes by the roadside.

Cheng Yi focused his gaze and discovered a creature that perfectly matched his knowledge of fantasy.

It must be a goblin?

The design is inspired by the goblin design from BG3.

Cheng Yi only spotted four: two hidden in the bushes on the left, and two on the right. They were thin, with filthy skin, clutching rough, short sticks studded with rusted nails. They were staring intently in the direction of the carriage, their eyes filled with wariness and greed.

They were lying in ambush.

Cheng Yi's heart sank. Luckily, he hadn't rushed forward rashly. He'd seen plenty of goblins in role-playing games. They weren't strong individually, but they were gregarious, cunning, and adept at ambushes. If four of them attacked together and he got surrounded, it would be a real problem.

Cheng Yi glanced warily at the rusted iron nail again; he had no intention of testing the power of the Tetanus Blade.

He quietly moved his feet, retreating deeper into the shadows, trying to let the tree trunks conceal his figure.

Cheng Yi manipulated the sorcerer's hand, slowly circling to the side of the bushes on the left. The invisible hand gently parted a branch, revealing the goblin's location—

Two goblins crouched in the bushes, their heads huddled together, whispering something, gripping their short sticks tightly, and glancing at the carriage every now and then.

Cheng Yi did not rush to make a move, but patiently waited for the right opportunity.

The advantage of a roamer is never in head-on confrontation, but in sneak attacks and surprise attacks. Given their fragile nature, if they were to engage in a direct confrontation, they would likely suffer serious injuries, if not death.

Soon, one of the goblins seemed to lose patience and cautiously moved a few steps toward the carriage.

The two goblins are out of position.

In that instant, Cheng Yi moved.

He held his breath and, under the cover of shadow, silently circled around to the back of the bushes on the left.

At the same time, the sorcerer quietly reached behind the reckless goblin and gently pressed down on its shoulder—the movement was so light that the goblin didn't notice it immediately.

The next second, Cheng Yi gripped the kitchen knife tightly, took a sudden step forward, and with a swift movement, the blade sliced ​​across the goblin's neck behind him. The goblin only managed a "hoarse" sound before its body went limp and it collapsed.

The goblin in front heard the strange noise, turned around, and was startled.

Just as it was about to cry out, the lurking sorcerer's hand instantly covered its mouth. Cheng Yi followed closely behind, slamming his elbow into the back of its head, delivering another blow. The goblin's eyes rolled back, and it fell silent.

The whole process was clean and efficient, without making any unnecessary noise.

Cheng Yi squatted in the waist-high grass, panting, his heart pounding wildly in his chest.

This isn't a tabletop role-playing game, it's not the sound of dice rolling across a table, it's not a virtual battle that a DM can simply dismiss with a "You dealt 6 points of damage."

The warm, fishy smell clung to his fingertips, and tiny specks of blood still clung to the blade. Every breath carried the damp scent of the forest, so real that it sent chills down Cheng Yi's spine.

However, this feeling of lurking in the shadows and striking the enemy with a single blow also stimulated Cheng Yi's nerves, making him somewhat excited.

He steadied himself and quickly checked his own condition.

His health was still at full, and he had 3 mana points left, but the series of rapid movements had left him somewhat exhausted.

Cheng Yi didn't dare to delay any longer. He manipulated the sorcerer's hand to drag the two goblin corpses deeper into the bushes, simply covering up the traces. Then he retreated back into the shadows and turned his gaze to the two remaining goblins on the right.

Unaware that their companion had died, they remained huddled behind the bushes, their small eyes scanning the path warily, occasionally scratching the ground anxiously, the rusted nails on their short sticks gleaming coldly in the shade.

Cheng Yi's gaze darkened slightly. The battle wasn't over yet!