My incredible luck and the girl I picked up

"Let's buy one."

"Huh?" Cheng Tong looked at Uncle Pingfan in surprise.

“Let’s play this game together when we get back. I’ll buy one and try it out,” Uncle Pingfan said.

Cheng Tong was stunned for a moment, but quickly reacted and excitedly patted Uncle Pingfan on the back, "What do you mean you weren't interested! You still bought it, didn't you? Come on, let's play together tonight!" And so, the two of them paid for their respective game helmets out of their own pockets, and then, carrying the boxes containing the game helmets, they parted ways at the subway station and rushed home.

"An oracle... I might be quite interested." Uncle Pingfan thought to himself as he took the box home, quickly finished his meal, took a shower, and, at his wife's urging, linked his account. He then lay down on the bed and put on his gaming helmet.

"I remember it was something like... the game started." Uncle Pingfan murmured. The next moment, boundless darkness surged in and engulfed him. When he regained consciousness, he found himself in a space, and the clothes he was wearing were not the ones he wore to sleep, but ordinary cloth clothes.

Soon, a menu popped up in front of Uncle Pingfan.

What is your name?

"...Should we name it...?"

[Is your name '取名吗'? If yes, please confirm again. If you wish to change it, please say no.]

"veto!"

What is your name?

Uncle Pingfan stared at the question in silence for a long time before finally speaking a name—"Uncle Pingfan".

[Is your name 'Uncle Pingfan'? If yes, please confirm again. If you wish to change it, please say no.]

“Confirmed,” Uncle Pingfan said.

Please select the class you wish to play.

As soon as the system notification sounded, eight "Ordinary Uncles" appeared in front of him. These eight people were him in different professions.

"Mage, Assassin, Swordsman, Knight, Boxer, Bard, Cleric, and Hunter... which one should I play..." Uncle Pingfan looked at these eight professions and became conflicted, suffering from decision paralysis for a long time.

"I'll just play a knight, and then I'll change my class to a sword and shield knight after reaching level 30." After thinking for a while, Uncle Pingfan clicked on himself, who was wearing knight's armor.

[Would you like to choose a class: Knight?]

"determine."

-

The sparks from the sword striking the shield illuminated the center of the arena. Although Uncle Pingfan was playing a sword and shield knight, his fighting style was not the slow and steady kind of sword and shield knight. Instead, he was very intense and entangled with Leng Binglan. As the two longswords touched in the air, sparks flew up again, and then quickly disappeared in mid-air.

"Ah! Great! Great! You're a great opponent!" Uncle Pingfan exclaimed, his sword flashing faster and faster. Leng Binglan soon realized that she was... at a disadvantage.

"How could this be..." Leng Binglan couldn't believe it. The more she tried to turn the tide, the more she found herself struggling to break free from Uncle Pingfan's unique rhythm. She was completely at a disadvantage and could only defend against Uncle Pingfan's attacks without being able to launch an effective counterattack. Every counterattack was easily blocked by Uncle Pingfan, and every time the longsword struck, it seemed to carry the power of a greatsword.

Many people were watching their battle, partly because they were curious about whether Leng Binglan could climb the God Ranking due to her previous strong performance, and partly to see this once legendary figure, Uncle Pingfan...

"This is my last battle in the Oracle! The last time I'll swing my sword and shield! The last time... I'll stand on the arena! Little girl! Give it your all! I know you still have a wild dragon to use!"

Uncle Pingfan shouted loudly, but Leng Binglan gritted her teeth and did not respond, only resisting Uncle Pingfan's further attacks.

In the lounge, Leng Yihan was also watching the duel between Uncle Pingfan and Leng Binglan with a solemn expression. He knew very well how Uncle Pingfan was different now compared to before. If back then Uncle Pingfan was at his peak and he wanted to maintain it for longer but could only barely pull Leng Yihan off the pedestal, now he was a strongman who knew his life was not long and had unleashed all his trump cards in a desperate battle.

"This is the peak of Uncle Pingfan right now..." Leng Yihan murmured softly. At the same time, many people on the God Ranking were also paying attention to this battle.

"Uncle Pingfan... I hope he wins, but I also hope he loses. It's a complicated feeling." The top ten on the God Ranking didn't start fighting at this moment. Instead, they stopped fighting in perfect unison and watched the battle first.

"Little girl, I know you want to prove your strength! But the Desolate Dragon is also a part of you, so don't care about other people's opinions! Fight with all your might!" Uncle Pingfan said. Leng Binglan was like a raft in a huge wave, about to be submerged at any moment. If she didn't summon the Desolate Dragon soon, she would definitely lose this battle.

"I...I must win!" Leng Binglan no longer cared about the flag she had set before. She activated her sword and shield, and at the same time, she forced Uncle Pingfan back with a close-range Rising Dragon Slash. A spacetime rift appeared between the two of them, and two dragon claws stretched out, prying the spacetime rift wider and wider until its main body could squeeze through it. At the same time, Leng Binglan rushed forward, activated her maximum efficiency, and instantly unleashed the Phantom Invisible Sword. She used her maximum efficiency for five seconds and slashed for a full five seconds with the Phantom Invisible Sword, making a total of seventy-eight cuts. With the final slash, Uncle Pingfan's defense was finally broken by Leng Binglan. At the same time, the huge dragon claw of the Desolate Dragon slammed down on Uncle Pingfan, and at the same time, three dragon spirits appeared in mid-air.

"Absolute Defense!" Uncle Pingfan shouted, his body radiating golden light. He raised his shield, withstood the dragon's claws, and pushed it away, almost sending it flying.

Both players' health was almost depleted; Leng Binglan had only 16% left, while Pingfan Shu had 23%. However, Leng Binglan had already summoned the Wild Dragon, and the outcome seemed to be decided.

"Ha! Come on, little dragon!" Uncle Pingfan roared, and with a powerful leap from his right foot, he jumped high into the air and landed on the back of the wild dragon. He began to slash at the dragon with his sword, leaving it with wound after wound.

Leng Binglan appeared like a ghost behind Pingfan Shu, unleashing a deadly sword strike, but Pingfan Shu blocked it. Pushing Leng Binglan aside, Pingfan Shu raised his sword, shouting, "Let me be a bit of a chuunibyou one more time at this middle age! I'm a dragon slayer!!!" At the same time, Pingfan Shu's longsword struck the desolate dragon, activating his level 75 skill—

[Skill: Ordinary Sword]

[Learning Level: 75]

[Learning Requirements: Ordinary]

[Effect: To wield an ordinary sword strike; one can only wield it once in a lifetime.]

Unable to upgrade

In that instant, the movements of the Desolate Dragon stopped, the movements of the Dragon Spirit stopped, and the movements of the Cold Ice Blue stopped. Then, the Desolate Dragon turned into a stream of light and disappeared from the arena, while Uncle Pingfan fell onto the arena platform, struggling to support himself with his sword.

“You…” Leng Binglan looked at Uncle Pingfan with a complicated expression. Without a doubt, if that sword had hit her, she would have died long ago. But Uncle Pingfan did not do that. Instead, he used it on a summoned creature.

"Hahaha! Uncle wants to be a dragon slayer too! Alright, enough talk, I'm out of energy, let's get started, I'm impressed by you, little girl!" Uncle Pingfan laughed loudly, but Leng Binglan hesitated.

Uncle Pingfan seemed to see through Leng Binglan's thoughts. "Let's do it. I'm out of energy. Even if you leave me here for ten minutes, I won't regain my strength. I might as well go back to the spectator space to rest. Let's do it, stop dawdling!"

“…Uncle, I’m sorry.” After hesitating for a long time, Leng Binglan stood in front of Uncle Pingfan, raised her long sword, and then swung it down.

This not only symbolizes her rise to 99th place on the God Ranking, but also the fall of a legendary figure, or rather... quitting the game?

"Goodbye... Oracle..."

This is what Leng Binglan heard Uncle Pingfan say the moment she swung her sword down.

-

"Huh? What's going on..." Uncle Pingfan looked at Cheng Tong's empty seat not far away with a puzzled expression. He had been busy with work since he came back in the morning, and only now did he realize that Cheng Tong hadn't come to bother him.

Speaking of which... he hasn't been playing games lately either.

"Hey, Lao Ye, where's Cheng Tong?" Uncle Pingfan asked a colleague who usually got along well with Cheng Tong, only to find the colleague looking at him with a strange expression.

"You...don't know?"

"Huh? What is it?" Uncle Pingfan looked at the middle-aged man called Old Ye with a puzzled expression.

"Cheng Tong... he's gone..."

"What?! What did you say?!" Uncle Pingfan stared wide-eyed at Old Ye with a hint of anger in his eyes.

“I’m not joking. Cheng Tong passed away three days ago due to a heart attack… We know you were close to him, so no one wanted to tell you. But after thinking about it, I decided to tell you anyway, since you are his friend, his best friend, and his most trusted senior.” Old Ye looked at Uncle Pingfan seriously. “…Has he been buried?” Uncle Pingfan asked, his voice trembling slightly.

"Let's go take a look together after get off work."

……

In the cemetery, Uncle Pingfan looked at the tombstone in front of him with a complicated expression, and its owner... was Cheng Tong.

“…Cheng Tong, watch this carefully. I promised you, I will definitely climb up to the God Ranking.”

-

"Sigh, it's true that old age makes memories hard to bear." Uncle Pingfan shook his head and opened the settings.

"Goodbye, Oracle." Then, he clicked the exit button.

-

[Winner: Blue Moon]

[The number 1 ranked player on the Heavenly Ranking, 'Blue Moon,' successfully challenged the number 99 ranked player on the God Ranking, 'Ordinary Uncle,' and they swapped rankings.]

After a three-second countdown, players will be teleported back to their respective rest rooms.

[3……2……1]

[Transmission initiated.]

Goodbye, Uncle Pingfan.

66. That concludes the discussion on Skyfire vs. Extreme Cold and Sound vs. Hammer.

"Phew... I almost lost..." Leng Binglan collapsed onto the sofa in the spectator room, her legs still feeling weak.

"I never expected him to have such a terrifying move... No wonder Uncle Pingfan didn't use any level 75 skills the whole time. If he hadn't avoided using them on me, I would have been dead."

“‘Goodbye, Oracle…’ Looks like I won’t have another chance to fight him… No, no, I need to pull myself together, get up and keep fighting, fight as high as I can!” Leng Binglan sat up with a flip and continued to challenge higher places on the God Ranking.

-

Meanwhile, the people on the God Ranking also returned to normal order after the duel between Uncle Pingfan and Lanyue.

Now, Leng Yihan has met a particularly famous person in the Oracle, the number one mage in the national server who reached fifth place on the God Ranking by relying on the most common fire magic, Tianhuo.

Among all the mages on the God Ranking, he is the only one with the most basic fire element. The others, such as the second and third mages in the Chinese server, are the second one, a metal element mage, currently ranked seventh on the God Ranking, and the third one, Po Jinglei, a lightning element mage, currently ranked fifteenth on the God Ranking.

It was precisely because his fire magic was so ordinary—mages typically need special classes to be strong, but Tianhuo insisted on being a regular fire mage—that even though he reached fifth place on the God Ranking with his superb skills, he could never beat the top four due to the limitations of his class. But today…

[The 5th ranked god, 'Skyfire,' has issued a challenge. Do you accept?]

"Huh? Heavenly Fire?" Leng Yihan looked at the system prompt with some surprise, and casually pressed "Accept Challenge" before proceeding to the map selection stage.

"This guy is shrewd. He must have some trick up his sleeve to come and fight me. I'd better be careful..." Leng Yihan thought to herself, looking at the many maps and lost in thought. Tianhuo is a very clever kid. He has a very objective assessment of his own and others' strength. If he can't beat someone, he won't fight to save his energy. But if he has a certain degree of confidence in winning, he will try it without hesitation, regardless of whether he fails or not.

A dozen seconds later, Leng Yihan clicked on a map that clearly targeted fire mages.

[Loading map...]

[Map confirmed: Ice Lake]

[Heavenly Fire vs. Extreme Cold]

At this moment, Leng Yihan and Tianhuo had already appeared directly above the frozen lake, fifty meters apart. Both of them had enhanced physiques in the game, so they could see each other clearly even at a distance of fifty meters.

Leng Yihan carefully examined Tianhuo. The first and most obvious difference was that the robe Tianhuo was wearing was not his previous dark red robe, but a brand new one, mainly in purple and red. It gave Leng Yihan a very familiar feeling, but she couldn't quite place it.

[Countdown begins: 3]

【2】

【1】

Just as Tianhuo and Leng Yihan were able to move, Leng Yihan suddenly disappeared from Tianhuo's sight. "Did she dive under the frozen lake...? It's so cold here, how long can you last?" Tianhuo didn't go forward to investigate after seeing Leng Yihan disappear, but instead cautiously guarded his surroundings and the ground beneath his feet.

A minute passed, and Leng Yihan was still nowhere to be found. Although Tianhuo was getting impatient, he still didn't dare to go forward. Leng Yihan's patience made him even more vigilant.

Another minute passed, and Leng Yihan still made no move. Tianhuo began to waver, wondering if he had been too cautious. But he quickly dismissed the thought. He still didn't know the limits of Leng Yihan's strength, and the unknown often meant infinite danger. But if this dragged on, who knew if Leng Yihan was preparing an incredibly powerful skill with an extremely long casting time to instantly kill him? Now he had to take the initiative to go out...

The instant Tianhuo took his first step forward, six sword lights appeared in mid-air and pierced towards him. At the same time, Leng Yihan also used the Big Dipper Seven Stars along with the six-pointed sword formation, directly piercing Tianhuo.

"They're here!" Tianhuo immediately raised his staff and waved it, and three purple flame shields appeared beside him. This was also one of the basic skills of a mage: magic shields. He had used it before when breaking through thunderclaps, but...