The Righteous Player(s)

　　 [There is still 52:34:59 from the start of the closed beta]

　　 A line of light curtains quietly hovered in front of Annan, and the characters burning with bright red flames leaped like candles.

　　 His body seemed to be shaken apart, and his spirit was very exhausted. It's like the state where a person with severe motion sickness is tied to a chair, and then drove in the car for two hours, after vomiting the stuff in his stomach, he is in a state of distraction. Even lying on the beach, I feel the illusion of walking on the ground with my feet.

　　Annan doesn't want to move, think or talk. He can only lie quietly on the beach, watching the last set of numbers keep beating, as if time is gradually losing...

　　 After he woke up, thirty-two minutes later—after all, he kept timing—he finally felt a little thirsty.

　　 Annan clutched the aching back of his head and slowly got up from the ground.

　　His profession is a game planner for a popular mobile game. Yes, it is the profession where the risk factor for himself and his family is very high.

　　 Just now, he had a low hand, and he clicked on an app of "Mist Continent Internal Beta" that didn't know when it appeared on his phone.

　　 At the name, he thought that this is probably not a "XX Love Elimination" or "God Demon XX" type of copycat mobile game. I opened it with a professional look.

　　 But the moment he clicked it on, he suddenly felt that someone had slapped the back of his head with a brick, and fainted as soon as his eyes went dark.

　　 "What a novel way of crossing..."

　　Annan gasped tiredly, and couldn't help sitting on the ground and coughing.

　　 He slowed down for a while before he barely supported his weak and weak body, as if it had been swayed apart, and slowly got up from the beach.

　　 He lowered his head to look at his slender fingers, and his luxurious blouse that was covered with mud and blood.

　　 This looks like the clothes of a nobleman...Is it a shipwreck?

　　Annan took a deep breath and looked back.

　　 He clearly saw the endless black sea behind him, the dilapidated sailing ship stranded on the shore, and the dark red sunset just rising from the seaside with triple luxurious golden runes spinning in the halo.

　　Annan:...

　　 Although he was psychologically prepared for the fact that he was afraid that he had already crossed into another world, he was shocked for a moment when he saw the gorgeous sunset that seemed to be a special effect without money.

　　 His first reaction was a very clear idea:

　　—Miss Artist, give us one too.

　　 Then Annan later realized that he didn't have to work overtime... and after crossing into another world, he was afraid that he had already gone farewell to the career of game planning.

　　 can only be sad as a young nobleman, eating, drinking and having fun every day, enjoying this decadent and boring life.

　　 is really sad.

　　 What is even more sad is that Annan did not inherit the memory of this body at all, and opened his eyes to see this scene of the shipwreck scene.

　　 is like a player who skipped all the beginning CGs, but did not usher in the guiding task.

　　 Weak, helpless, dumbfounded—

who am I? Where am i? What should I do?

　　 Annan sighed and patted her face. Make yourself a little more sober.

　　 He felt something vaguely wrong.

　　 Although he is not a normal person. But why...when such a big event happened, you didn't feel nervous at all?

　　 neither fear nor panic, no negative emotions in his heart, calm like a social animal living a peaceful life.

　　 This is not like the mental state that a social animal should have, nor is it the emotion of a traveler who knows nothing about the status quo. Not to mention, just by looking at the sun full of special effects, you know that the problem in this world is absolutely huge.

　　 In this case, I should be nervous and flustered, it is normal—

　　 "...ooh."

　　 At the moment Annan realized this, he suddenly felt as if he had been hit **** the back of his head by something. There was a sudden flower in front of me, and then a large amount of data flow began to flow from all directions, and finally formed an attribute column:

　　Annan, human, male

　　 Rare Elite (Golden), Challenge Level 3

　　 Title: None

　　 Rank: None

　　 Health: 55%

　　 Corrosion degree: 3%

　　 Attributes: Strength 7, Agility 8, Constitution 6, Wisdom 11, Will 12

　　 Public experience: 20

　　Personal characteristics: Heart of Winter [Reverse Inscription]

　　 Employment list—

　　 Swordsman LV3: [Guides Swordsmanship LV4], [Disarming Swordsmanship LV1], [Frost Swordsmanship LV1]

　　 This is... the system?

　　Annan was instantly refreshed.

　　 also said, how many come in from the mobile game point, is it fair to say not to post a game system?

　　 Except for the rare elite (golden), it’s a bit disturbing...

　　 glanced roughly, Annan, based on professional intuition, immediately focused his attention on the "personal characteristics" column.

　　 As expected, the other words disappeared immediately, and this line of words was enlarged to the center of the field of vision, and a large introduction appeared below.

　　 Heart of Winter (Golden, Talent)

　　Original effect: You will not feel all positive emotions; the damage you receive with the "frosty" element is permanently reduced by 50%; you can only be killed by the damage with the "frosty" element (crossed out)

　　Special: Equipped [Reverse Inscription] (cannot be removed or destroyed)

　　 Effect: You will not feel all negative emotions; the damage of the "frosty" element sent out will be permanently increased by 20%; you will not be killed by the damage with the "frosty" element.

　　 "...that's how it is."

　　Annan thoughtfully.

　　 This talent is probably the source of such a calm and comfortable mood.

　　 "Anyway, check it out first."

　　Annan took a deep breath and looked at the sailing boat.

　　 The sun is going down. The time left for him to investigate is probably not much... but at least he can spend the night on the ship.

　　 He has only half blood left in this body now, and he still feels obviously uncomfortable now. If you catch a cold at night, I'm afraid you will catch a cold.

　　 And... Since he is a swordsman, there should be at least a sword on this ship, right?

　　 As long as he wants a sword, he will feel more confident in his heart.

　　 I don’t know how this body looks like...

　　 He dragged his still tired body and walked slowly to the beach. When he walked to the ship, he bowed his head and saw his body smoothly from the uncomfortable black sea:

　　 looks like he is only twelve or thirteen years old, and the skin on his body is quite fair, even almost sickly pale. He has the thin shoulders, collarbones and slender waist that are characteristic of a teenager, and shoulder-length black hair.

　　 But what attracted Annan's attention most was the pair of clear, clean, ice-blue pupils that made people feel cold.

　　...Surprised, I'm still pretty cute.

　　 "But no matter how cute it is, I am still a little hungry..."

　　 Annan smashed his mouth and stepped on the rope ladder with difficulty and climbed onto the boat.

　　 He looked at the deck carefully.

　　 This is not a small sailing boat. In terms of sail configuration, it is somewhat similar to the Carrick in the 15th century-it has multiple masts, the main mast is hung with large square sails, the fore mast and the middle mast are equipped with several cross sails, and the rear mast is hung with spinnakers. .

　　 But all of its sails don’t know that it was burnt and tattered by something, and it is completely impossible to see what the original pattern on it is.

　　On the wooden deck, there are no scorch marks or bullet marks. The mast hasn't been broken...this is very wrong. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

　　 Suddenly, Annan's pupils shrank slightly.

　　 He saw a dead body.

　　 That was a young man with tan curly hair. He leaned down close to the rope ladder, staring straight ahead. He held a broken-edged sword tightly in his right hand, two nails broke apart and soaked in blood, but he did not let go of this sword until he died.

　　 His chest was soaked with blood that had dried up and turned dark brown. However, the weapon used to kill him was nowhere to be found.

　　 "It's not like a shipwreck."

　　Annan sneered.

　　 Facing such a dangerous thing, the corners of his mouth can't help but rise slightly. Perhaps because of this physical characteristic, he could not feel any panic or fear at all, only a strong sense of excitement gradually filled his heart.

　　 There is no evidence that the person who killed the crew and burned the sails has left the ship. But I really have nowhere to go.

　　 So, I need a weapon.

　　 Even if it's just a broken sword—

　　Annan's thoughts became clearer.

　　 He stretched out his hand without hesitation, trying to forcefully break the finger of the crew member. Although his body is very young, his strength seems to be quite large, so it is not difficult.

　　 But when Annan touched the sword, he was stunned.

　　 because a line of data flow suddenly appeared before his eyes:

　　 [Unpurified nightmare fragments detected]

　　 [Nightmare Shards are bound]

　　 [Level requirement: Black iron level or lower]

　　[Professional requirement: Swordsman]

　　 [Special requirement: Can not possess the ability to cast spells]

　　 [Requirements are met, I fall into a nightmare after ten seconds, ten, nine...]