Am I going to be controlled by the players too?

"What should we do? Should we... should we fight?" The cultists began to hesitate.

"War? Yes, war!"

Cheng Cheng gave the cultists outside the prison cart the middle finger, then opened his system inventory and took out a weapon he had drawn from the beginner's gacha pool—the "Zhangba Serpent Spear".

"Clang!"

A flash of cold light appeared, the lock on the wooden fence of the prison cart was broken, and Cheng Cheng stepped out of the prison cart, holding the eighteen-foot spear in his hand, his white hair dancing wildly in the wind, and his pale red eyes burning with excitement.

The cultists were intimidated by this aura, and for a moment none of them dared to step forward.

"Where did she conjure that spear? Has she already reached the Silver rank and gained supernatural abilities?"

"Could it really be a blessing from the Demon God?"

"But aren't we the most devout followers of the Demon God? Has the Demon God abandoned us?"

"It's just a smokescreen, a bunch of useless trash, what are you afraid of!" The bishop slapped the cultist who was disrupting morale to death and roared, "Charge!"

Only then did everyone realize what was happening, and they rushed forward yelling.

Instead of retreating, Cheng Cheng advanced, his figure as swift as a ghost.

He only had a rudimentary understanding of marksmanship, not exactly masterful, but he possessed speed and power far exceeding that of ordinary people. With a single swing of his gun, the two cultists at the front were chopped into skewers.

He thrust back, the tip of his spear piercing the third man's throat with pinpoint accuracy.

With a turn, Han Feng drew an arc, and another person fell to the ground clutching their neck.

Blood mixed with rainwater, staining the ground beneath his feet red.

"clang!"

With a sharp crack, a burly cultist struck Cheng Cheng's spear shaft with a giant axe, then roared in delight:

"Her halberd handle broke!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than, with a snap, the eighteen-foot spear in Cheng Cheng's hand broke in two.

"Hahaha! She's out of weapons! Attack her together!"

All the surviving tantric practitioners showed expressions of hope.

"You're the one whose halberd handle broke..." Cheng Cheng gritted his teeth in anger, looking at the broken gun in his hand. "Weapons actually have durability? This damn game is full of pay-to-win elements."

Then, to everyone's astonishment, he pulled a spiked club from thin air with a backhand motion—

"Persuade people with reason."

The cultists' smiles froze on their faces.

"Where did she get her weapons from?"

"I see it clearly now, it appeared out of nowhere... Could it be a spatial ability?"

"It's the Amber Goddess! It must be the Amber Goddess's blessing. If we kill her, the demons will surely reward us handsomely!"

"This is the birthplace of a demon lord, the place with the strongest demonic aura. How could it be blessed by the Amber God?"

The cultists were thrown into chaos and began to consider retreating. Cheng Cheng sneered, picked up his spiked club, and charged into the crowd, continuing his killing spree.

With a single blow to the head, thanks to Sylvia's innate talent, Collector, it only takes one hit to reduce the health of these poorly trained mobs to their lowest point, allowing her to execute them without regard to their defense!

Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill!

Just moments later, there was no one left standing around the altar except for the bishop.

The children who had not yet been sacrificed gathered together, watching Cheng Cheng's figure dance in the night with adoration, until the villains were all slaughtered. Only the bishop looked at the corpses on the ground, his face so gloomy it could drip water.

He took a few steps forward, took off his hood, revealing a pale, handsome face with a crazed and obsessive look in his eyes.

“Impressive. Truly impressive. The Claire family bloodline is indeed extraordinary.” He squinted, clapped his hands, as if watching a wonderful drama. “Let me introduce myself. I come from the Primordial God Cult, known as ‘The Righteous Cicero,’ a Silver-rank Bishop.”

“You are indeed a warrior, so much so that I’m tempted to take you under my wing. But to be on the safe side, let me test your strength before drawing any conclusions.” Cicero removed his black robe and drew a long, black sword from his waist. “By the way, my combat power is… 1300.”

Cheng Cheng sneered.

You dare to mimic Frieza's lines with a combat power of only 1300? I thought you had 53.

Do you think you're a Volkswagen Teramont Pro? Why are you so pretentious?

The difference in combat power is just at the level of the classic opening elite monster, which is a piece of cake for Soul Game players. As long as you memorize the move list and use the dodge well, you can easily pass it.

Moreover, thanks to the rampage just now, Sylvia's character level has increased by one level, and her combat power has reached a terrifying 510!

"Enough with the nonsense," Cheng Cheng pointed his spiked club at Cicero, "Come on! This is a war between kings, and only death can end it!"

With that, he pushed off with his feet, transforming into a white lightning bolt as he charged forward!

The king descended from the sky, his eyes blazing with fury!

Chapter 3, The Young Lady Can't Do Anything!

Cicero stood still, not moving an inch, only a contemptuous smile playing on his lips.

Just as Cheng Cheng's massive iron rod was about to strike his head, Cicero raised his sword.

"Martial Arts Technique: Judgment of Purification!"

The movement was so fast that Cheng Cheng almost didn't see it clearly. He only felt an irresistible force strike his abdomen, followed by a flash of lightning that engulfed his vision, a chill in his chest, and the whole world spinning around him.

By the time he realized what was happening, he was already in mid-air. He looked down and saw that his chest was empty; a huge bloody hole had pierced through his body, and his heart had been shredded by the sword.

"My heart... is about to escape..."

He left behind a final message, and his vision was once again swallowed by darkness.

"GAME OVER"

"Second ending: To be killed"

"Pay close attention to the attacks when fighting elite bosses. If you can't see them clearly, it means you're not suited for this game."

In the dark, empty space, Cheng Cheng remained silent for a long time.

"Damn, elite monsters have an instant-kill skill at the start? Is this game deliberately trying to force players to spend money...? But I'm not going to spend any money!"

"I'm going to level up, level up like crazy, and then I'll beat you to a pulp!"

So, the game started again.

The experience books have been used up, but Sylvia's character level and combat power have been retained.

After a moment's thought, this time, he decided—

Exercise! Exercise intensely!

After all, Sylvia possesses the innate talent "Baki," which grants an extra 1000% experience during body tempering—why not take advantage of it!

…………

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

Once again, there was that flickering firelight, that rough wooden ceiling, and the cold rain, the air mixed with the smell of mud, decaying grass and burnt meat, all rushing into my nostrils without any difference.

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

"No—! Aaaaaaaah, damn it, aaaaaaah!"

Everything was exactly the same as last time.

Cheng Cheng remained completely calm, and with a slight thought, he brought up the player panel.

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

Level: 6

Combat Power: 510

Sure enough, although experience books are disposable items, the levels and attributes gained are retained.

"It seems that to beat this game, I'll have to learn from the Sword God of Shili Slope."

Since I can't beat you, I'll train until I can kill you with one strike. Then let's see how you act tough!

Beside the altar, the leader of the secret cult turned around, his gaze sweeping across the prison cart like a venomous snake, finally settling on Sylvia.

“This girl,” he began, his voice laced with a cruel, playful tone, “didn’t even cry. She seems to be a staunch heretic. She must be severely punished!”

Familiar lines, familiar plot.

However, this time, Cheng Cheng did not wait for him to send someone to unlock the door.

Under the astonished gaze of all the Tantric practitioners, the noblewoman who should have been trembling in the prison cart slowly stood up. In the cramped space, with her legs together and arms close to her sides, she suddenly leaped upwards, her legs spreading outwards and her arms clapping together above her head with a crisp slap.

"One hundred jumping jacks, begin!"

Jump, clap your hands, land.

one two three four……

The girl's body is truly amazing, incredibly light, and the physical and stamina enhancement brought by Level 6 is also terrifying; she doesn't feel tired at all after a set of movements.

Twelve, thirteen, fourteen...

Cheng Cheng muttered to himself, humming the tune of radio calisthenics. Because the pain sensation was blocked by the system, the lactic acid buildup and muscle tearing sensation brought about by high-intensity exercise disappeared, but the dopamine secretion brought about by exercise did not decrease at all, and his whole body was filled with pure exercise pleasure.

In addition, there is a tenfold experience boost from the innate talent, Baki, which comes with continuous exercise!

"Experience points +1"

"Experience points +1"

"Experience points +1"

Awesome! So awesome! Even more awesome than playing video games!

No, this is just playing a video game!

Why is it so easy to become addicted to games but so difficult to become addicted to exercise?

This involves a psychological effect of "instant positive feedback": progress in games is often instantaneous and predictable positive feedback; while physical exercise is a long process, taking at least a week to feel even a slight change in the body.

However, for Cheng Cheng, who has cheat codes, the benefits of each exercise are converted into numerical values, which are even more addictive than the game!

In the character panel, the experience bar is slowly increasing at a visible rate.

The cultists outside the prison van looked at each other, forgetting to hold their torches steady, the rain sizzling as it hit them.