my practice game

Chapter 23 Character Ability Duplication
Title: "Wasteland Knife Language"

Type: weapon

Time flow rate: 1:120
Cost: 10 credits/hour (real time)
"Wasteland Knife. Is this a doomsday game?"

Lin Ze muttered something in a low voice, then clicked on the game, the screen flashed, and a large amount of text poured down like a waterfall.

The following are the role identities that you can redeem by consuming points in this game:

1. Excellent students of Blackstone Training Camp (can get sword skill Lv1), price: 5 points
2. The son of the late knifesmith (you can get the friendly reputation of the knifesmith guild, there is a high probability of getting the low-level knife-making formula, and there is a certain probability of getting the intermediate-level knife-making formula), price: 10 points
3. The nephew of Ding Jin, the autonomous committee member (you can get the friendly reputation of the autonomous committee, have a high probability of obtaining the intermediate knife casting formula, and have a certain probability of obtaining the advanced knife casting formula), price: 20 points
Looking at the densely packed text in front of him, Lin Ze couldn't help curling his lips.

The bad thing about this training series of games is that every time a new game is started, there is no background explanation at all, and the player is allowed to choose the role identity.

In the case of blind eyes, it is impossible to judge the cost-effectiveness of each character's identity, and naturally it is impossible to decide whether to exchange, or which one to exchange.

After hesitating for a moment, Lin Ze still skipped this step. He only has 37 points left on hand, which is less than 19 days if converted into game time. it is good.

The deep darkness flooded in like a tide, drowning his consciousness in an instant.

After an unknown amount of time, Lin Ze vaguely felt that someone was pushing him, and anxious shouts came faintly from his ears.

"Lin Ze! Get up quickly! It's almost time to assemble!"

In the haze, Lin Ze tried his best to gather his consciousness, and felt the existence of his body again in the next second, opened his eyes suddenly, and sat up.

This sudden movement startled the person next to him, he fell backward involuntarily, sat down on the ground, and let out a cry of pain.

Lin Ze turned around and saw a thin young man with a yellow face sitting on the ground and rubbing his buttocks. He was wearing a light brown T-shirt and washed white jeans. The colors are not uniform enough to look a little funny.

Looking down at himself again, the clothes he was wearing were almost the same as those of the youth, the only difference was that there were a few patches missing.

"You bastard. Woke up like a dead body. You almost scared me to death!" The young man glared at Lin Ze angrily, and hurriedly got up from the ground, "Hurry up and wash your face and brush your teeth, the meeting time is only 10 minutes away gone."

Lin Ze's thoughts were spinning, but his expression remained unchanged. He nodded and said, "Well, you go first. I'll go after I wash up."

"Then I'll be leaving first! Hurry up, don't wait to be punished by the instructor for being late!"

After finishing speaking, he ran out in a hurry, and it was obvious that he was very afraid of the instructor in his mouth.

After the young man left, Lin Ze turned his attention to his own situation, and almost immediately noticed something was wrong.

"Qi disappeared?"

In his perception, the qi that he worked so hard to cultivate in his lower abdomen disappeared at some point, and on the other hand, all the skills related to basic fighting in his memory also disappeared, as if they had never appeared before.

Lin Ze frowned, and immediately called out the personal panel when he came back to his senses.

crow
[Human male, 20 years old]

【Points: 36】
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Body training——
Physical fitness: 21
Basic Fighting Lv3 (Locked)
Qi Lv1 (Lock)——
weapons——
white knife
As expected, the words Basic Fighting Lv3 and Qi Lv1 have turned gray.

"It seems that except for physical fitness, the skills acquired in different types of games cannot be used universally." Lin Ze thought secretly, guessing that the game designer set up such a rule out of consideration to avoid disrupting the game balance.

It's just that, every time you start a new game, it's almost equivalent to starting from scratch.

I don't know if the skills of the same type of game can be inherited?
Shaking his head, Lin Ze turned his attention to the newly-appeared weapon bar.

"What is the white knife?"

He murmured, looked around, and took a look at the surrounding environment.

What I saw was a dilapidated house, about ten square meters in size, except for his bed, it was empty and there was no other furniture.

The bed was a bunk bed, he lived in the lower berth, and the upper berth was probably the young man just now.

The walls on all four sides are rough cement walls, not even painted, and there are still many spider webs hanging from the corners of the ceiling.

The accommodation environment looks very simple, but considering the word 'wasteland' in the title of the game, it is not too surprising.

After a while, Lin Ze found a sheathed knife near the wall near the head of the bed.

When I pulled it out, I saw that the blade was narrow and straight, with a cold light shining, no more than two fingers wide, and about one meter in length, much like the Tang Dao in Lin Ze's memory.

Following Lin Ze's gaze, two translucent small characters 'White Knife' appeared slowly above the handle of the knife.

"It's kind of like a game."

Putting the white knife back into its sheath, Lin Ze continued to look around, and found two books with worn-out covers on the bedside. The corners were all rolled up, and the wear and tear was very serious. Obviously, they were often read.

He took half of the book called "Dark Era" casually, flipped through the pages and quickly browsed. The content in it roughly said that wormholes appeared all over the world 50 years ago, and countless terrifying insects and beasts gushed out of them, predating and hunting wantonly. Killing humans turned cities into uninhabited ruins.

In the face of the overwhelming attacks of insects and beasts, human beings retreated steadily and were almost extinct. It was not until the birth of the knife-smith profession that human beings who suffered heavy casualties brought a respite.

Knifesmiths are the only human beings that can counteract insects and beasts. Under their leadership, human beings were able to establish settlements in the wild, survived with difficulty, and have been developing to this day.

This period of history is called the Dark Ages.

"This should be the background setting of this game world!"

Lin Ze closed the book, and was about to pick up another "Insect and Beast Atlas" to read, but out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of lines of smoky small characters suddenly appearing on the wall opposite the bed:

Welcome to "Wasteland Knife Language"!
It is detected that the player 'Crow' holds special permissions. According to the game rules, your character abilities in other games have been automatically copied to this game character. Please check it.

The moment the last word appeared, Lin Ze felt his body shake violently, and a warmth suddenly surged in his empty and uncomfortable abdomen, which filled the entire dantian in a blink of an eye, and the comfort that flooded his limbs and bones made him Involuntarily squinted his eyes.

At the same time, memories related to basic fighting emerged from the depths of his mind one after another.

After a long time, Lin Ze woke up from the sudden change, and took a deep look at the four words "special authority" on the wall.

That mysterious girl named Luo Luo, the role of the golden finger given to him is even greater than imagined!
　In the new week, please ask for a recommendation ticket, thank you everyone!

　　


(End of this chapter)