Stop, I'm about to become a boss!

Chapter 183 Four Lists
Iris was stunned by Linton's astonishing words.

I'm still here?
Why can't I be here?

I am not here where else could I be?
But soon, her thoughts turned, and she immediately understood why Linton asked this question.

From an ideological point of view, Iris is indeed an independent individual.

She has her own set of codes of conduct, a way of thinking, except that the way of existence is a bit special, she should really be counted as "a person",

But it is precisely because of this way of existence that she is physically unable to become a truly independent individual.

She had been a normal person for so long that she almost forgot that she was actually a puppet.

She is a special puppet created by Linton with skills, and now, under the watchful eyes of the gods, all the skills of the contestants themselves should be shackled and cannot be used.

As a puppet, as a form of expression of skills, in this case, she should be disconnected from the necromancer who is the master.

"why."

Linton called out his personal panel.

When he saw the unlocked skills on his skill bar, his brows furrowed even tighter.

So far, he has a total of seven skills, four of which are acquired by the profession itself and obtained through professional tasks, including [Cage], [Perfect Doll], [Summoning·Necromancer] As well as [Final Eulogy], and the three skills [God's Hand], [Red Lotus Magic] and [Divine Revelation] were acquired by him through opportunities in the later stage.

However, there are only two locked skills now.

[God's Hand], and [Red Lotus Magic].

All his professional skills, as well as the [Divine Revelation] obtained from the Truth Society, are in a usable state.

"How is this going?"

He turned his head to look at the doll lady who was full of fear: "Iris, can you use your skills?"

Iris was taken aback for a moment, and after taking a breath, she was about to take out the knight sword, but at this moment, she suddenly remembered that she didn't seem to have a sword.

"."

Miss Knight closed her eyes, tried to mobilize the magic power, and guided them to flow in the direction she had practiced countless times. After a while, she opened her eyes again.

"Although there is no sword, the magic power can still start to build links under my control, so I think there should be no problem."

"Is that so?"

Linton thought for a long time, but couldn't figure it out.

This is the secret realm of the gods, everyone is honestly acting according to the rules, but I am only partially restricted?

too weird.

Although someone once said that he is special, isn't that too special?
Those who put shackles on them are gods that only exist in legends!

"I can't figure it out."

Sighing, Linton shook his head.

Trying to solve a set of questions without a clue is just adding trouble to yourself.

Linton gave up the idea of ​​continuing to investigate further, and then said: "Iris, let's take a look around first."

Iris nodded, and proceeded to the depths of the jungle in a vigilant posture.

It's just that they didn't go far in their exploration before they stopped again.

"This should be... a place where hunters who hunt in the forest take a short rest?"

Iris looked at the small wooden house in front of her and murmured.

She has browsed some field knowledge, and knows that in some places where the land is sparsely populated, it usually takes a long time for people who live by hunting to enter the dense forest to hunt for prey, and if the harvest is good, the prey will also There is nowhere to store it.

Therefore, it is very necessary for these temporary shelters built with local materials to exist.

And the small wooden house in front of her, which was only about a dozen square meters, was very similar to the hunter's cabin pictured in the album in her memory.

"probably."

Linton replied, narrowing his eyes slightly, spreading out his perception, and slowly withdrawing it after a while.

"Go in, there is no ambush inside."

Iris nodded, walked ahead, and pushed open the door.

As the light flooded into the room, everything in the room was also displayed in front of the two of them.

The room is really not big, and there are not many things. The big things are only a table and a broken bed.

Other than that, there were only a few books on the table rattling by the wind blown by the door, and the axes and long swords on the wall glowed slightly.

Iris looked at the long sword that seemed to be of good quality, and seemed to understand the meaning of the second rule.

"Aren't these the so-called supplies?"

"Yes."

Linton stepped forward, stretched out his hand, and gently wiped the dust off the books.

[Full Moon Guard (Gold): You can use the power of the moonlight to form a shield around yourself that expands outward with yourself as the center. The strength of the shield is improved based on intelligence. When the full moon is in the sky, the shield strength will be 100% (Anyone can learn, this skill will be lost automatically after the end of the secret realm)]

[Skill overview: May the moonlight bless you! 】

Linton tried to learn skills through this skill book, but strange things happened again.

He has no way to learn this skill.

He handed the skill book to Iris, but Iris shook her head and returned it to him.

"It's really weird."

Putting down the book, Linton turned to look at the long sword hanging on the wall.

["Final Trump Card" (Platinum): A long sword that has experienced countless battles but has only been held tightly by one person. In the last battle of its master, it was completely broken and irreparable. One sword - only available for warrior classes (swordsman, knight, etc.)]

[Weapon Effect: After equipped, your strength and agility will be improved. At the same time, you can pour your own magic power into the blade, so that your next attack will receive a 300% damage bonus. After the attack, the "final trump card" Will be [Totally Destroyed]. 】

[Weapon Overview: Every crack on the sword records a life-threatening gamble]

"Iris." Linton called out to the girl, handed her the long sword, and told her the skill effect attached to the sword.

Feeling the power from the sword, Miss Knight murmured: "This sword seems to be very suitable for me."

"It's more than suitable, it's tailor-made." Linton chuckled, "However, as a trump card, it's better not to take it lightly."

"After all, once the trump card is played, it means that we will not be able to win the game with confidence."

Iris nodded, and the hand holding the hilt of the sword began to exert force unconsciously.

Immediately, she sighed: "Sir, our luck is too good."

"Not only did I not encounter any opponents when I came in, but I also got such high-quality weapons and magic—even though the magic couldn't be used."

lucky.
Everyone is lucky 1, only him is lucky 2.

Could it be bad luck?

just this lucky way
"Sir, what's wrong with you?" Iris looked at Linton, who had erratic eyes, and said worriedly, "Your complexion doesn't seem to be very good."

"No." Linton coughed twice and changed the subject, "It seems that there should be nothing here."

He pretended to look around, but couldn't find any other useful items.

Just as he was about to greet Iris to go out, a light curtain lit up in front of him again.

After sending away the opponent in front of him, the commander of Toulon City picked up the skill book that fell on the ground.

He didn't check the skill content for the first time, but looked in front of him, as if expecting something.

Sure enough, when he cast his gaze over, a light curtain quietly lit up.

【Current time: 12:18】

[Current number of participants: 599]

[No.1 on the beat list: Alger Salent (beat 1)]

[No.2 on the beat list: None]

[The countdown to the locked time of this list [11:42:13], after the lock, the top three on the list will have a small probability of directly obtaining platinum and above, and a high probability of obtaining magic, martial arts, props and weapons of platinum and below]

"Familiar feeling."

The commander of the city of Toulon, or Mr. Salente, who already has a name, showed a satisfied smile.

In each individual battle of [Brilliant Gladiator], there will be four lists appearing.

[Defeat list], [Weapon list], [Magic and martial skill list] and [Prediction list of people who are most likely to win the final victory]
Among them, the defeat list will pop up first, as long as someone is the first to defeat an opponent, it will be activated.

The duration of each list is 12 hours, and after 12 hours, it will enter a lock-up period of the same 12 hours.

During this period, if the contestants have a map, the positions of the top three will be marked on the map in real time.

At 2 o'clock on the second day, the list will be refreshed.

Replaced by [Weapon List] [Defeat List].

At the end of the lock-up period of the [Magic and Martial Skill Ranking], the [Final Ranking] will appear at the same time with the first three rankings.

At this time, all lists will not be locked, but the countdown will still appear, and the time will be extended to 24 hours, but compared to locking the list, the specific positions of the top three will be updated in real time at that time.

If someone among the top three can still exist in the secret realm during these 24 hours, then he will receive an unparalleled and incredible reward.

Of course, although the rewards are generous, they are not available to ordinary people.

First of all, how to escape from the pursuit of others while being marked is a big problem.

Due to the existence of [Restricted Zone] in this personal battle, their range of activities will become smaller and smaller, and more and more people will gather. At that time, the appearance of you being marked will fall into the eyes of the contestants. The released bald heads look no different to women covered in perfume and naked.

"That's why we should take advantage of the fact that the [restricted area] has not yet begun to shrink and the competition has not yet fully unfolded, and win the reward of the [beating list] first. The more you delay, the greater the probability of becoming a thorn in the side of others."

Salent held a large bronze sword dug out of a certain pit, with fierce eyes.

"Of course, nothing is a better whetstone than the trash of Lapa City."

"List"

In the dilapidated church, the Tyrannosaurus warrior put away the light curtain in front of him and decided not to go into this muddy water.

As a player, in terms of behavior, you can roughly divide into several factions.

One is the radicals, yearning for the collision of the body and the body, the kind of people who just meet and do it, and you don't want to leave until you kill me.

One is the wretched faction. Once they see a dispute in the distance, they will immediately change their course and go around ten miles and eight villages. The purpose is to pursue the ultimate victory rather than the process.

However, Tyrannosaurus Warrior does not belong to the above two factions.

He's the one who likes to compromise.

I want to experience the struggle of the game, but also want to win the final victory.

But it is not so easy to have both fish and bear's paw.

To participate in a dispute means to take the initiative to attack, and no one knows whether others will intervene during the battle.

If such a plan is adopted, there are too many uncertain factors, and the probability of winning the final victory is naturally much smaller.

In addition, most of the players have not reached the limit of level 50, and their strength is obviously not as good as that of other city-state NPCs. It is definitely not possible to fight head-on.

Therefore, Tyrannosaurus Warrior gave full play to the tactics that were once favorite in other online games.

Go on, yin man!
Perhaps he was favored by the goddess of luck, he was very lucky, not only found a hidden church, but also picked up a prop for camouflage.

Although the grade of the props is not high, the effect will be lost if the disguise is slightly moved, but if the opponent is not paying special attention, it is still possible to catch him by surprise.

At this time, he was on the chandelier directly above the church, and under the chandelier, there was an ordinary potion for restoring magic power.

Although the quality of this medicine is not high, and it is everywhere, but with his rich experience as the sixth child, he knows that for some people, especially new players, these recovery medicines are definitely taken one at a time, even if I don't want to lose my backpack when it's full.

And the final result of these actions is that the people are gone, but the medicine is still there.

Tyrannosaurus Warrior's favorite at the beginning was this kind of courier who loved to pick up trash.

"Why hasn't anyone come yet?"

The tyrannosaurus warrior dangled on the chandelier, already fantasizing that he was cosplaying Spider-Man.

Spider-Man is red, and the person he pinches is also red; Spider-Man likes to hang upside down, and he is hanging upside down.

Rounding up, isn't it Spider-Man?
"finally come!"

The tyrannosaurus warrior looked at the vigilant shadow at the door, his eyes slightly stern.

But when he saw that the person who came was a muscular, rough man with a big sword and fierce eyes, he decided to let this person go.

"It's too ugly. I'm not interested in doing it. I just feed this bottle of medicine to the dog."

While thinking about it, after the big man left for a while, he took out a bottle of medicine from his backpack and threw it down.

Without waiting too long, someone came in again.

The person who came was a thin young man, but the Tyrannosaurus Warrior still didn't make a direct move.

"Does this guy have persecution paranoia? You have to go around three times to enter a church? You have to use AOE to clear the field??"

"That's all, people with mental problems don't inflict pain on them. Oh, it's all because of my kindness."

Distressedly throwing the last bottle of medicine from the backpack, the Tyrannosaurus warrior clasped his hands together.

"Xiaohei bless, Amitabha, God is there, bless the next person who comes in is a normal person!!"

Perhaps prayer worked, and soon, a third person entered the room.

When he saw that the man was holding a magic staff, the muscles on the Tyrannosaurus Warrior immediately began to swell.

"A magician, right? Who's not a mage anymore!!"

(End of this chapter)