Am I going to be controlled by the players too?

He dodged the grabbing hand to the side, leaning forward at an unnatural angle, and thrusting his right leg forward—

"Snapped!"

A right whip kick!

"Snapped!"

A left-side forward pedal stroke!

"Snapped!"

Five lashes in a row!

Connect! Transform! Receive!

Martial arts skills, knowing when to stop, truly demonstrate the value of a sports student!

The henchman rolled his eyes, then collapsed like a puppet with its strings cut, hitting the back of his head on the mud and falling still.

The entire room fell silent.

The sounds of wind and rain seemed to pause for a moment.

The bishop's smile froze, and the surrounding cultists, holding torches, looked at each other, clearly not understanding what had happened.

A defenseless noblewoman knocked down a grown man with a few kicks?

Wasn't this young lady hailed as the most dazzling diamond in the capital? Turns out she's a diamond!

Sylvia: ? ? ?

Wow, I'm actually that good at playing!

God, could it be that you have performed a miracle, allowing the angel of retribution to take control of my body, to help me escape my deadly predicament?

Cheng Cheng laughed loudly, jumped off the prison cart, and beckoned to the bishop with his finger: "Haven't fought for half a month on vacation, perfect for stretching my muscles... Come on, next one, the newbie tutorial BOSS is you, right? Let me see what kind of mechanics you have."

The bishop's face turned from white to green, then from green to black, finally contorting into a raging, ferocious grin: "Kill her! Tear this damned heretic to shreds!"

The remaining dozen or so cultists seemed to awaken from a dream, and with strange cries, they rushed forward.

"Damn, no sportsmanship, they just gang up on us right away?" Cheng Cheng's expression changed.

Using his agility, he dodged a short knife that came flying at him, and then struck the opponent's ribs with a backhand elbow. Another cultist groaned and fell to the ground, but two fists can't fight four hands. The wind came from behind, and he had no time to dodge.

"Pfft."

The cold blade pierced through his chest.

Cheng Cheng looked down at the sword tip emerging from his chest, blood droplets sliding down the blade.

I was careless and didn't flash it.

It didn't hurt much, but my strength was quickly draining from my body, and my vision started to go black.

"No... can people die during these teaching hurdles?"

He collapsed in disbelief, his consciousness sinking into darkness.

…………

A line of large, scarlet characters appeared before my eyes.

"GAME OVER"

"Ending 1: Soldier Kills"

"The other side outnumbered and won through a sneak attack; they lacked sportsmanship and were like rats with their tails between their legs."

"..."

"He died already?" Cheng Cheng sighed. "The pain simulation system was reduced by 99%, right? Otherwise, that blow would have been excruciating..."

While open-world adventure games are supposed to be open and free, this game is way too open.

There are no mission prompts or story guidance at all. Even the combat tutorial is a disaster. If you can't beat the enemy, you just die.

He seriously doubted that the game's designers had any mental issues.

"Isn't this just a roundabout way to force people to spend money? There must be some resurrection item or powerful character later on, and you'll have to spend money to draw cards... Disgusting."

With a sigh, two simple and unadorned options appeared before him.

Exit the game

"restart"

"Luckily, I have the Spring and Autumn Cicada."

"This game is getting more and more popular... I'll give you one more chance."

Cheng Cheng chose to "start over".

…………

The prison cart rocked back and forth, and Cheng Cheng opened his eyes.

Before my eyes flickered the firelight, in my ears I heard the cold sound of rain, and in the air was the smell of mud, decaying grass and... burnt meat.

On the gallows, the grammar teacher was screaming in agony.

Everything has been reset.

"No—! Aaaaaaaah, damn it, aaaaaaah!"

Wait, it seems like we've rewound a bit too much... Does this mean the man will be burned to death every time we rewind?

Dude, you smell delicious from being roasted. I'm so hungry. My condolences.

Cheng Cheng smacked his lips. Beside the altar, the leader of the secret cult turned around, his gaze sweeping over the prison cart before finally landing on Sylvia.

“This girl,” he began, a hint of amusement in his voice, “didn’t even cry. She seems to be a staunch heretic. She must be severely punished!”

The familiar opening remarks.

Cheng Cheng sneered.

You've already been fooled once, do you want to trick me a second time?

He completely ignored the commotion outside and, with a thought, opened the player panel in his mind.

"Backpack"

Adventurer's Experience x10

"Great Hero's Experience x10"

"I didn't expect that the fodder in the newbie gacha pool would be used up so quickly."

Cheng Cheng chuckled and clicked "Use All".

The next moment, the twenty experience books transformed into golden light and poured into Sylvia's body.

boom--!

A tremendous sense of power exploded through her limbs and bones, and a warm current washed over every cell, as if parched land had received sweet rain. The lightness of her body did not disappear, but beneath it was a surging power like a river, as if it would burst this slender body!

Outside the prison van, everyone was stunned by this sudden turn of events.

Suddenly, the white-haired girl in the prison cart burst forth with a dazzling golden light!

The light shot into the sky, even dispelling the surrounding rain. A powerful aura emanated from her, causing everyone's black robes to flutter.

"How did she do that? That's impossible!"

"Croak, what kind of powerful being is this!"

"This woman is terrifying; she must not be allowed to live!"

"Your Excellency, Bishop, what's going on?" a cultist asked in a trembling voice. "We just sacrificed a lamb to the Demon God, how come she broke through to the next level? Did the Demon God give his gift to the wrong person?"

Beside the bishop, a tall, thin cultist wearing a monocle stared in horror at the numbers rapidly escalating on his screen.

“不可能……绝对不可能！刚才她的战斗力读数还是5，怎么……怎么一下子就……就变成了20……42……69……100！还在涨！已经突破200了！”

Even if it was truly a gift from a demon god given to the wrong person, how could an ordinary sacrifice have such a powerful effect!

“There is no demonic aura.” The leader frowned slightly. “It’s not a blessing from the demon god, don’t panic.”

That would be even more alarming!

According to popular belief, humans can only achieve breakthroughs in strength through exercise, meditation, and divine blessings.

But what exactly is the situation with this girl?

The cultist looked as if he had seen a ghost, took off his glasses, rubbed his eyes, and then put them back on.

The number stopped at "420".

Humans could never level up like that, unless she's a monster, or...

Is some powerful figure pretending to be weak to take advantage of others?!

Amidst the horrified gazes of the crowd, Cheng Cheng felt the surging power within him and nodded in satisfaction.

Character Attribute Panel

"The Judgment of the End of Light, Sylvia de Claire"

"Intimacy: 0 (30% attribute sharing)"

Level: 5 (Upgradeable)

Combat Power: 420 (Can be upgraded)

In the early stages of the game, the experience required to level up is often very low. After using twenty experience books, he leveled up five levels in a row!

"That's more like it."

He clenched his fist, and his knuckles cracked crisply.

That's incredible!

Right now, I feel like I could take on ten Tysons who've used performance-enhancing drugs...

No! Tyson is still too weak compared to him!

They should fight Taro!