Traveling to another world, I made a two-dimensional girl into a card

"Are you here?" Fang Qingyun greeted Krasir in a familiar manner. Although he didn't like Krasir's remarks, things had already developed to such a point where they couldn't be resolved. He had to count on this professor to save the situation... But this professor might not be one of his own...

Fang Qingyun has begun to suspect that this Professor Krasir... could he also be the Duke's man? He seemed to be at odds with Fang Qingyun from the beginning, and he also made some remarks against the people around him. It is not impossible that Professor Krasir is a traitor...

It’s better to be on guard.

Krasir, who had no idea of ​​Fang Qingyun's mental activities, almost fainted when he saw this scene. He was not an ordinary person. As a professor, Krasir had naturally seen the subordinates of almost all people with high titles, so it was not difficult for him to recognize the captain of the guards.

You are so brave that you knocked down the Duke's captain of the guard?

Krasir patted Fang Qingyun up and down while he was looking puzzled, and said, "Are you okay? Are you hurt anywhere?"

Fang Qingyun shook his head. If having his ears shaken badly was considered a problem, then that would be a bit of a problem.

Then Krasir went to check on the captain of the guards. Although he was seriously injured, he was not dead. It was just that the injuries were something Krasir had never seen before. His internal organs were almost shattered, and all kinds of things like his intestines and kidneys had flowed out. Only because he was a vampire could he recover on his own. If it were a normal person, his body would have stiffened by now.

Krasil breathed a sigh of relief, then pointed at the captain of the guards and cursed, "I'll call the dean right away to deal with this intruder. He actually bullied our school and tried to attack the professor! Fortunately, the dean arrived in time and didn't let you succeed!"

Fang Qingyun was stunned by this blatant lie. He had been prepared that Krasir was the Duke's subordinate, but Krasir came over and asked about his injuries first, and then directly put the blame of entering the academy in the middle of the night and attacking the professor on the captain of the guards, and attributed such serious injuries to the Dean's righteous action.

Even if Fang Qingyun was given a lifetime to learn this skill of appearing righteous while telling lies with open eyes, he would not be able to master half of it.

Soon, the dean who received the news came. After getting the notice from Professor Krasil, Dean Merlin, who was already extremely nervous, quickly put on his clothes, kicked open the dormitory doors of his two former students, and slapped Ollie and Parsifal twice to wake them up.

"What are you doing, old man?" Ollie got up grumpy and was about to get angry, but when he saw Merlin's face, he quickly swallowed back his words: "Why are you asking me to do something so late at night?"

Parsifal, who was standing next to him, had already guessed what had happened and started to put on his clothes. Seeing that Ollie still didn't want to get up unless you said something first, he gave him a hint: "Do you think there will be an emergency in the middle of the night that requires all three of us to go out?"

Oli touched his head, obviously not reacting: "The secret realm in the back mountain is open? Those green guys who were shouting everywhere came from the secret realm? Or is there a new secret realm coming out?"

"Hurry up and put on your clothes." Parsifal rolled his eyes. "There must be something wrong with the God Slayer, otherwise why would Mr. Merlin be in such a hurry?"

Oli slapped his head and said, "Fuck, I just realized, let's go, let's take off our clothes, I was quite optimistic about that guy."

By the time the three people arrived at Fang Qingyun's dormitory, five minutes had passed. Fang Qingyun looked at Dean Merlin, who was wearing a set of pink cat pajamas, then glanced at Parsifal, who was wearing a red dinosaur, and finally his eyes fell on Oli, who was only wearing a pair of shorts.

Why don't you have any special equipment?

Oli wiped his face and looked at the captain of the guards who was beaten to pieces on the ground: "Hey? Krasil, you kid has started practicing martial arts too? You beat him until the shit came out?"

Krasir ignored Ollie's swearing and patted his head: "It was like this when I came... I only heard a few loud noises next door, and when I came over, the captain of the guards had already been dragged to the side like a dead dog."

Oli's eyes lit up, and he planned to turn around and compete with Fang Qingyun. He could perform air explosions with his bare hands and kill the duke's captain of the guard in just a few moves. His physical strength was no fake.

"You beat him like this with your bare hands?" Parsifal puffed on the gas, gritting his teeth, making another small contribution to global warming, acting like a man who had never seen the world.

Fang Qingyun waved his hands quickly and pushed the blame away: "It wasn't me who beat him. It was clearly Dean Meilin who was a god descending from heaven. He used a series of small moves to beat the assassin who was trying to assassinate the professor into this state. It has nothing to do with me. I just sent some people to clean up the mess."

Just now Fang Qingyun said that he would not tell lies, but now his lies are seamless and even add a little detail...

Merlin nodded, reacting in a mysterious way, and defined the situation: "No, your wise and brave dean happened to be talking with the professor late at night, and encountered an unidentified assassin. He only used one move to capture this daring guy. Because what they just discussed was confidential, they had to delete their previous memories."

Even Ollie should have reacted by now. He nodded, and the thick-browed and big-eyed man also cooperated: "How daring! What if my image of wearing big shorts is exposed? I must delete it."

Merlin rolled up his sleeves and pressed his fingers on the temple of the captain of the guards who had no strength to resist. He made a soft sound and soon, a light red breath emerged from the top of the captain of the guards' head and dissipated into the air. It seemed that was the memory.

Chapter 164: Compensation and Preparation for Adventure

"...Oh? And you even gave me a hint?" Merlin perked up and used special means to preserve the evidence: "My goodness, this person behind the scenes has no good intentions..."

Merlin nodded thoughtfully, without pointing out the fact that the Duke was behind the scenes. Fang Qingyun raised his eyebrows and remained silent. He understood that if the current actions were not deleted, the Duke must be given room to step down to prevent him from jumping off the wall and fighting to the death, which would then make the academy in trouble.

On the other hand, Fang Qingyun did not have the ability to confront the Duke head-on, so he had to be patient. When he had the opportunity and enough power, he would quietly kill the Duke in his own home to ensure that nothing could be found.

"Student Fang Qingyun, we will take this prisoner away." Dean Meilin nodded to Fang Qingyun. At the same time, he was satisfied with Fang Qingyun's shrewd performance. He didn't expect that this young man would not be controlled by his emotions when faced with major issues, leading to an irreversible outcome. He was indeed a good seedling: "Please keep silent about this matter. The college will give you compensation."

Fang Qingyun nodded. He should be an innocent ordinary student now, and it was normal for him to be ordered to keep silent by the school. All of this might be seen by the captain of the guards, so he had to appear flawless.

He watched several professors drag the captain of the guards out like a dead dog, then closed the door and instructed the maid to clean up the blood in the corner, but not in the blood pool this time. He had to make some distinction to avoid being caught with the common ground.

If the blood pool is used to process it cleanly now, once the Duke, that old bastard, gets to know about this, he might recruit a few people at his own expense to spread the rumor that Catherine has been murdered and the reason why vampires can't sense it is because the blood has been processed cleanly. Fang Qingyun would then have a hard time defending himself.

After finishing their work, the maid bowed to Fang Qingyun, then returned to hell and waited for the next summons.

Ollie found an empty room and threw the captain of the guard into it. Professor Parsifal and the dean cast several spells to ensure that the captain of the guard could not escape. Professor Krasir also summoned several slender and skinny demons to guard the door as a second line of defense. With such a reinforced cage, even if the Duke was locked up in it, he would not be able to escape.

After making sure that the wall had no ears, Merlin set up a soundproof barrier to ensure that the content of today's conversation would not be leaked. At the same time, he made a gesture to tell everyone that they could talk.

"I am dying of suffocation." Oli let out a sigh. "Look at the traces... Did the guard want to assassinate me? There are obvious traces of action, and there are even some clues on the chair."

Ollie turned his head to Dean Merlin, wanting to confirm whether what he said was correct. After all, it was the memory that the dean had deleted, so he could naturally see everything that happened from the memory of the captain of the guards.

"Indeed!" The dean nodded. "He moved very quickly, but was immediately knocked down by the magic device in the hands of our God Slayer classmate."

"You mean those loud noises?" Crasil reacted, dumbfounded, and began to count with his fingers: "The power of that magic device is not small... He is a ninth-level warrior, wearing armor. If he suddenly attacked me, I would not be able to react so quickly and kill him without followers."

"Don't think too much." Merlin rejected Krasir's statement: "The captain of the guards has been hinted and has lost his mind. He didn't use any buffs on himself at all, but directly relied on his physical fitness to rush forward, so he suffered such injuries. If he had buffed himself, our God Slayer classmate would probably be in trouble."

"So it was with the magic device?" Ollie curled his lips. "I thought it was with fists. Three punches created a sonic boom and smashed the guard captain to pieces. If I were to do it myself, I would only need the simplest +1/+1, and I could knock the guard captain into hemiplegia with one punch."

"Don't forget, this guard captain is wearing armor," Parsifal pointed out the key part in the middle. "Orff Light Armor has a very good resistance to damage caused by all cards. Just look at the shattered appearance as if it was hit by a sledgehammer. If so, the power of this magic device must be at least 4 or more, which can easily kill a third-level follower."

Orff Light Armor has a wonderful effect. It is very resistant to cards. In other words, no matter whether it is a spell card or a follower, as long as the damage caused is not high enough, it will be blocked by Orff Light Armor. But all of this comes at a price. If this light armor is compared with the hammer 80 in the real world, it will be broken beyond repair and as fragile as a crispy biscuit.

"Orff Light Armor... that thing has 2 points of full resistance to cards, but it is vulnerable to real weapons. Do you think it is possible... that it is not a magic device at all?" Krasir approached the truth, but was quickly rejected by Parsifal.

"How much effort does it take for a non-magic weapon to have 2 points of damage?" Parsifal was obviously a man who had seen the world. "The dwarves who are best at tinkering with gunpowder, the magic thunder gun they made has a power of about 3 points. The thunder gun made after the reality was weakened can only hit 2 points, and it only makes one hole. Look at that light armor, count the holes on it, how many are there?"

"If he has this ability... the dwarf would have to ask him to be an engineering master, why would he stay here as a duelist?" Merlin helped out. Having traveled all over the world, he understood that the essence of cards is to reproduce the power of technology or magic before it was weakened.

After the great changes, all technologies and magic were weakened, and more people tended to forge cards. After all, after the cards were forged, they still had the same effect in real life, thus avoiding the weakening caused by the great changes. However, if you forge them yourself, it will not only be time-consuming and laborious, but will also be weakened to a certain extent. It can be said that it is not worth the loss.

Take the Thunder Lance for example. The Thunder Lance in the card has 3 attack points. If you use the card to summon the Thunder Lance, it will also have 3 attack points in reality. But if you go to smelt iron and make it yourself, it will be time-consuming and laborious, and the attack power may only be 2 points.

Therefore, during the transaction process, the weapons in the cards will be added with the prefix of magic, such as magic thunder gun. As for the versions made in reality, they will be called according to the original names, so that they can be distinguished.

Krasil stopped talking. He was not as professional as Parsifal in this regard, so naturally he had no right to speak.

"So our God Slayer has a four-point attack power chain gun?" Chain guns are the bursting firearms of this world. When facing firearms, even the most physically strong warriors must temporarily avoid the sharp edge. Ollie seemed to understand: "Then why didn't the vampire dodge and let him hit him? Is he crazy?"

“Perhaps he overlooked the power of the weapon?” Merlin guessed. “But I think the greater possibility is that he has never seen such a thing as a gun. Guns only come from dwarves. How many strange things can a vampire, a race that never looks at the world in the right light, see?”

"Then he paid the price for his arrogance," Parsifal added, his mouth curled up and he almost laughed out loud, "and his two kidneys were shot by a serial gun."

“It hurts just thinking about it.” Ollie couldn’t help but start imitating the captain’s expression at that time: “What kind of rubbish is this? How can it beat the invincible magic of my blood race… Uh, how do vampires laugh?”

"Hehehe" Merlin replied.

"Stop it," Ollie said with a helpless expression.

"Fast forward to the adult times!" Krasir imitated the noise of a gunshot: "Then his kidneys were crushed."

The three professors seemed to have found endless fun in this childlike thing. The three old men, whose combined ages were as long as eight lifetimes of some people, rolled over in laughter, without any of their original majestic appearance.

"Alright, alright, that's enough, stop laughing." Merlin clapped his hands, as if he was back to when he was the homeroom teacher. "Next, let's talk about how to compensate Fang Qingyun. I don't know how this kid got the information to save that guy's life. These vampires need to die before uploading their memories. Naturally, he was not allowed to transmit his memories back without killing him. It was a textbook response."

"Who knows?" Parsifal shrugged. "Maybe he has his own way of getting information, or he knows the secrets of vampires himself?"

"It doesn't matter anyway." Oli hit the key point of the matter: "Anyway, he is on our side. When the time comes, he will naturally go to a bigger stage to develop, and our school will become more famous."

"So what kind of reward should we give him?" Krasir touched his chin. "It seems that this is the only thing we can offer, right?"

"Just give him a ticket to enter the secret realm," Merlin decided. "He has a lot of troops protecting him, so nothing will happen to him. Those troops can also be taken to the secret realm for some good training."

"...Yeah, we may not be able to do anything if we go in and face an army-level enemy, but our God Slayer has all kinds of war machines and armies, and a commander. Maybe he can take away the highest reward in the secret realm?" Oli admitted the powerlessness of individual strength. He recalled the vast and endless green tide at that time, and his face turned pale.

"...At worst, I can just run away." Parsifal thought of the green tide and the way he escaped before: "Anyway, the entry ticket can allow me to escape directly, so it's not a big problem."

"Is that settled?" Krasil asked.

"It's settled," Merlin nodded.

Fang Qingyun, who was lying on the bed, arranged a group of guards around him and dispersed more snipers to wake him up as soon as there was any movement.

[Don't worry, I'll keep an eye on it for you. If that old man comes to cause trouble for you, I'll wake you up and you can just hide with Professor Krasir next door.]

"I can't slack off today..." Fang Qingyun sighed: "I wanted to have a good rest and be lazy, but it seems that I can't rest. I might as well go to the [Food Addiction Dungeon] tonight... This world is forcing me to move forward."

[So you're going to enter the world today? Okay, when exactly? ]

"Right now." Fang Qingyun closed his eyes, and the familiar feeling of dizziness pulled him into the abyss.

Chapter 165: Becoming a zombie again, but why can’t I speak?

[World Name: Food Addiction Dungeon#133005813]

[Danger Level: Level 1, 5 stars (most dangerous among the first level, proceed with caution)]

[Abyss distortion value: 0.5%-0.6% (obvious setting changes)]

[Stability: 96.13% (enemies are strengthened to a certain extent)]

[Richness: Level 1, five stars (eat more, get more)]

A long time ago, the sun in the world of Food Addiction Dungeon had self-awareness. It was tired of having others revolve around it, so it chose to send a letter to humans and made itself a gravity slingshot to chase its dreams. No kidding, the sun in this world really has consciousness, and he really wrote a letter.

If this were made into a movie, it would most likely be Wandering Sun 3.

This resulted in the unsuspecting human beings being stabbed in the back by the sun. When the sun left, the world's most convenient source of energy was gone. Without the protection of stars and the source of heat, humans were forced to move underground and build underground cities to protect everyone from dying from the cold.

After the construction of the underground city, no one knows where the energy to run the underground city comes from. Maybe it is provided by some special spell? Anyway, no one cares. Although the underground city protects everyone's right to life, it forms a high-pressure rule. Even people who die suddenly will be resurrected and continue to work overtime. In this high-pressure society, even the enjoyment of cooking will become a wanted crime.

So, monster chefs like Ximi and Juer were wanted criminals from the beginning until a disaster happened. But that was not what Fang Qingyun should care about now.

It seems that after traveling through time many times, my body has developed experience and resistance to the feeling of dizziness.

When the dizziness had not completely disappeared, Fang Qingyun had already woken up from his confusion. He walked out of his coffin in a straight line with staggering steps. That's right, this time he crawled out of the coffin as a dead person.

Looking around, there were white wreaths and various things everywhere. It looked like I had woken up in a Chinese funeral. Above my head were four big characters "Reborn from the Ashes". The writing style was in line with the ancient Chinese custom, which was to write from right to left.

Now when he looked around, Fang Qingyun felt a foreign object between his eyebrows. He reached for his eyebrows and only felt a piece of paper. He pulled the paper to the side, trying to see the words on it, but obviously failed. He could only see that the paper seemed to be a piece of yellow paper.

Fortunately... Fang Qingyun was relieved that he didn't travel through time and space as a monster at the beginning. Considering the relatively high abyss distortion value he had just seen, Fang Qingyun now didn't dare to believe any information from his previous life's game. He might fall somewhere. It is better to take it one step at a time and infer the world view step by step.

He tried to contact Hell, but as expected, there was no response. It seemed that he could only rely on his own strength for now.

So...what is the situation now?

Looks like I'm a Chinese zombie now? The kind with a talisman on its head. Fang Qingyun opened his mouth and wanted to say something to himself, but nothing came out.

Shit, am I mute? Fang Qingyun opened his mouth again, trying to make a sound, but he couldn't even make a simple sound like exhaling, or even coughing. Fang Qingyun touched his throat, but couldn't find his throat and vocal cords. Instead, there was a hole, as if his entire throat was empty, and even the air was leaking.

It was terrible. It seemed that he was speechless. Fang Qingyun tried to sigh to ease his mood, but he couldn't even sigh. Fang Qingyun had no choice but to shift his attention elsewhere.

He took a look at the clothes he was wearing. It seemed to be a blue suit, but the sleeves were tattered for unknown reasons. It looked like a casual short jacket, which did not match the tie and white shirt inside. The shoes were just suitable, without any foreign objects or discomfort. The nails on his hands were neatly trimmed, not long and sharp like those of Qing Dynasty zombies.

This time, there seemed to be no time reminder on his wrist. It seemed that he was allowed to leave either after he had completed the level or after he died. Based on the sloppy resurrection method in the Food Addiction Dungeon, Fang Qingyun thought it was the former. He tried to contact Hell again, but still no one answered.

It looks like I have to rely on my own strength... Originally Fang Qingyun planned to use the bodies of those zombies. After all, his current body has a high combat effectiveness. After replacing them with the bodies of the previous zombies with relatively weak combat effectiveness, he will definitely be able to obtain more memory fragments. Moreover, this world is also a world with relatively high growth potential. To put it bluntly, it does not rely on the original combat effectiveness. In the end, he will rely on the buff to kill the gods anyway.

It is a pity that this zombie is not that zombie. If Fang Qingyun uses the body of the hell zombie, he will suffer a penalty of a different world view when settling the account. It is better to use his own body to obtain more memory fragments. In the end, Fang Qingyun can only use his own body.

Fang Qingyun tried to move his limbs and jumped on the spot. Although this body was a little stiff, it was generally suitable for his movements.

Stepping on paper money and flower petals, Fang Qingyun walked out of his funeral site. The world before him, which looked like a Western fantasy novice village, almost made him think that he had gone to the wrong place.

A tree stump was inserted diagonally into the green grass, with a skeleton tied to it that had not yet fallen apart. Although the skeleton had not fallen apart, the flesh on it had already rotted away, so it did not look so hideous and terrifying.

The skeleton was posed in a sincere accusation, with a piece of paper between its knuckles. The white skeleton did not look so gloomy, but rather playful. Fang Qingyun did not know why the skeleton did not fall to the ground even though it was rotten like this, but still maintained its human form.

Fang Qingyun dragged himself closer and saw the words clearly:

"Hello, I'm Jiahao, and today I'm here to share my dungeon survival experience with my juniors."

The next line of writing looked more elegant: "I was a bad role model because I didn't listen to the instructions of the smart and lovely teacher Ximi, so I died. I really deserved it!"

Judging from the speed of reversal of this self-reflection, it was obviously not written by this skeleton during his lifetime. It looked more like a letter of repentance written to him by later generations. Judging from the handwriting and the adjectives for a certain teacher, it should be the novice guide written by Ximi. Fang Qingyun smiled and continued reading.

Fortunately, his face can still make facial expressions, at least he doesn't have to degenerate into an ape and use body language to express his opinions.

"If you feel unusually hungry right now, don't be nervous, that's normal for a newly transformed zombie."

The following paragraph adds a little more information about the so-called “normal phenomenon”: “Apart from the fact that not eating quickly can lead to multiple organ failure, there are no serious symptoms to worry about.”

...Multiple organ failure is not a normal phenomenon, right? Moreover, if a normal person has this symptom, it would be a serious disease that could kill him in a matter of minutes...

"Go quickly and find something to eat. Don't be a rich man or a skeleton."

It seems that the next step is to continue to move forward to find food? Fang Qingyun walked forward, and after a few minutes he saw a plastic bag suspended in the air, with red and white stripes. If it was in the past when plastic bags could still be bought, such a large plastic bag would cost 20 cents.

"The unique eco-friendly shopping bag uses advanced four-dimensional technology, has unlimited space to hold all kinds of food, and can keep it fresh forever!"

The font of the introduction becomes more and more colorful as it goes on, and it seems to be flying at the end. There is also a small tail written with a fountain pen. It looks like Fang Qingyun wrote an English composition for the college entrance examination. It is that kind of...

It's the kind of handwriting that is obviously ugly, but one wants to pretend to have a style that the teacher can't appreciate, adding all kinds of small shapes and decorations at the end, such as making the tails of y and g very winding.