In the church camp, people were discussing animatedly.
Different from before, now they have smiles on their faces.
"I finally got through it." An Asian man sighed.
"Yes, when I think back to the frightening days in the past, it's not like human life." Another black man said.
"Oh, it's a pity that my family and friends didn't see this day."
"That's not necessarily true. I heard that some people's talent is resurrection."
Everyone was chatting and laughing while eating hot soup and hot pot.
This is something that was never possible before.
Because most of the warehouses are trapped in the foggy area.
Not many people have the ability to dig there.
But now, no one cares at all.
It can be said that player templates are one of the best tools to fight against the doomsday world.
Zhang Meng was also sitting by the bonfire, his eyes dancing like the flames.
Unlike others, he understands the essence of this god.
That is an unreliable little girl.
Don't look at it, everyone is very happy now, with the player template.
One day the little girl gets upset and directly withdraws everyone's concern, it will be another doomsday.
At this moment, Zhang Meng had mixed feelings in his heart.
This is the sadness of being at the lower level but having an enlightened mind:
The heart is higher than the sky, and life is thinner than paper.
You cannot decide your own destiny, but you know the ins and outs of it.
If you are ignorant and numb, you can have short-term happiness like these people.
He decided to become stronger quickly, escape from this apocalyptic world, and quickly return to the normal world.
Or completely grasp the nature of power.
In his opinion, both the previously awakened power and the current player template are foreign things and are powers that cannot be created by oneself.
Then it doesn't belong to you.
So he began to think about how to fight monsters in more unique ways.
He knew that traditional fighting methods lacked novelty and were not very helpful in attracting the attention of gods.
But how to kill monsters in a funny way is also a topic.
At this time, many people were discussing like him.
"What do you think is the most interesting way to kill monsters?"
"It should be done in a cat and mouse way."
"Qingqing Grassland."
"Brother Sun."
What they are talking about are some animation methods.
It is of course very difficult to expect them to think about it from scratch.
At this time, someone asked: "Why don't you learn to be a clown?"
Zhang Meng's heart moved, and he then patiently learned the clown's skills.
He borrowed some old clown costumes and props from an artist survivor in the camp.
He put on a colorful costume, a funny hat, and exaggerated makeup on his face.
He practiced various funny expressions and movements in front of the mirror, trying to make himself look more ridiculous.
He knew that this was not just for entertainment, but a tactic.
He hoped that in this way, he would look funny enough when killing monsters.
And he has to pretend to make a lot of mistakes.
Then kill the monster by mistake.
This requires him to be very skilled and strong.
He needs to strike by surprise.
He then began practicing at camp, imitating the clown's steps and gestures, and even tried some juggling tricks, such as tossing balls and spinning plates.
…
Zhang Meng's approach is effective.
Xiao Huan was hiding aside and watching Zhang Meng's practice, her eyes sparkling with curiosity and interest.
As time went by, Zhang Meng developed more and more fancy ways to kill monsters.
He learned how to hide weapons in the clown's props, how to confuse monsters with funny moves, and then suddenly launch a fatal blow.
He even invented special traps that looked like clown toys but were actually deadly weapons.
Wen Rensheng's gaze was also directed towards him. He had to say that once the human brain is forced into a desperate situation, it will naturally show its power.
During a practical exercise, Zhang Meng showed off his new skills.
He used a huge colorful ball to attract the attention of a group of goblins. When the goblins approached curiously, he suddenly drew a sharp sword from the ball.
In a peculiar whirling dance, they were quickly dealt with.
It makes people look extremely funny.
Another time, he captured a giant spider monster using a seemingly harmless clown box trap.
He fell in love with a spider, and when the spider monster tried to eat him, he feigned fear. As a result, a sharp blade suddenly popped out of the box and cut the spider monster into pieces.
Xiao Huan looked at Zhang Meng's performance and burst out laughing.
She had never seen such a funny yet effective fighting method, which made her look at Zhang Meng with admiration.
As Zhang Meng became more and more skilled in his comic performances.
He began to use these techniques in real combat.
The monsters were confused by his antics and often suffered fatal blows without even realizing it.
Zhang Meng's fighting style not only improves the efficiency of combat, but also makes combat more interesting.
Xiao Huan is very satisfied with Zhang Meng's performance. She thinks this is an effective way to please the gods.
So she decided to give the other party a little reward.
As a result, Zhang Meng obtained a super skill: blur.
Whenever being attacked, the body will become insubstantial to avoid being hurt.
Can resist both mentally and physically.
Because this is equivalent to him going to another dimension.
This is definitely a very powerful way of protection.
…
As time went by, Zhang Meng's funny fighting style won everyone's laughter and admiration.
His reputation is growing in the city.
People often call him "Brother Meng" and "God God".
But in this joyful atmosphere, his leader, Li Cang, felt a complex emotion - jealousy.
Li Cang stood in the shadow of the church camp, his eyes fixed on Zhang Meng. He saw Zhang Meng laughing in the crowd, and saw that his antics made everyone laugh.
Li Cang's heart was full of contradictions.
He knew that Zhang Meng had brought new hope to the survivors, but he also felt a sense of neglect and loss.
In the past, he was a talkative man in the church camp, and there were three women.
Now he is ignored by others.
After all, everyone is a player, who cares about him?
Li Cang tried to imitate Zhang Meng's antics, but his movements always seemed stiff and clumsy.
His expressions never conveyed humor properly, and his steps always lacked that relaxed rhythm.
He realized that being funny requires talent, which he did not have.
A deep jealousy surged in Li Cang's heart.
He was jealous that Zhang Meng could win everyone's love so easily, and he was jealous that Zhang Meng could fight monsters in this way.
He stood in the darkness, pain and struggle flashing in his eyes.
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"It's really funny. Zhang Meng is obviously his ally and supporter, but he is jealous of him." Xiao Huan laughed.
"Yes, this is the normal state of people. They are jealous of the strength of those around them, even if this jealousy does not bring any benefits." Wen Rensheng shook his head.
Just like those idiots who poison other people's harvest fish ponds.
Taking risks and wasting time doing things that harm others and disadvantage yourself.
If you have that time, wouldn’t it be a good idea to plant a variety of foods on your own?
No, you just want to ruin other people's affairs.
He just took the opportunity to teach Xiao Huan.
"It's really boring. I wouldn't be jealous of others."
"Well, my little Huan is a good boy and knows how to strengthen himself."
"Because my father is the strongest in the world. No matter how hard they try, they can't compare to one ten thousandth of his ability. Of course, I don't need to be jealous of them." Xiao Huan said proudly.
"Well, as long as you're happy." Wen Rensheng found that he was overthinking.
At this time, Zhang Meng was laughing in the crowd.
But he felt a little uneasy in his heart.
He noticed Li Cang's lonely figure and saw the jealousy in his eyes.
Zhang Meng felt a sense of guilt in his heart. He was a kind ordinary person.
He knew that Li Cang had saved him and was very kind to him.
He must do something to help Li Cang.
Zhang Meng walked to Li Cang's side, with a hint of concern in his eyes.
"Lao Li, what's wrong with you?" he asked enthusiastically.
Li Cang turned his head, with a hint of indifference in his eyes.
"I'm fine, Zhang Meng," he said, "I'm just thinking about something."
Zhang Meng held Li Cang's shoulders, with a hint of seriousness in his eyes.
"Old Li, you rescued me and you brought me out."
"You know, the power we have at this time is not our own."
"The power we are so proud of may be taken away just by the other party's yawn." He sighed.
"And your wisdom cannot be taken back."
A warmth surged in Li Cang's heart, and he knew that what Zhang Meng said was true.
He nodded, with a hint of shame in his eyes.
"I'm sorry, Zhang Meng," he said, "I didn't expect that I would need you to comfort me."
"It seems that in terms of strength, you have found your fighting spirit."
Later, Li Cang eliminated the jealous thoughts in his heart.
In the days that followed, he focused on his training.
He no longer tried to imitate Zhang Meng's funny fighting style, but began to look for his own advantages.
He began to study the monsters' weaknesses and began to learn how to fight in a more direct and effective way.
Li Cang's swordsmanship became sharper and his movements became cleaner.
There is a gorgeous beauty in the whole battle.
In a battle, Li Cang faced a huge monster. He did not use any funny moves, but rushed directly towards the monster.
His sword skills are like lightning, and each swing can leave deep wounds on the monster's body.
Finally, he succeeded in defeating the monster.
The whole process is like an art.
After the war, he gained a thousand times more experience.
This made his eyes shine with victory.
He knew that he had the approval of the god
Xiao Huan watched Li Cang's battle from the side, with some interest in her eyes.
After all, the opponent's battle is very interesting.
It's like dancing.
So when she was happy, she gave the other party strength.
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In this way, days passed day by day.
Soon, Zhang Meng and Li Cang felt a sense of crisis.
It's not that the monsters are getting stronger.
On the contrary, as their strength increases, the monsters become weaker and weaker, unable to fight against them at all.
They are indeed getting stronger.
It's just that they feel that they are gaining less and less experience.
And sometimes they can only get half of this experience, which means their performances are becoming increasingly weak and boring.
The fact is that no matter how good the drama is, people will be tired of it.
No matter how funny the sketch is, you can't watch it every day.
Their biggest worry was that the gods were getting tired of them.
"We need better ways to please the gods now." Zhang Meng sighed.
He knows that when experience cannot be obtained, the player will die.
"What method should be used?" Li Cang sighed.
"How is your research on this kind of divine power going?" Zhang Meng asked rhetorically.
"The research has no effect. The realm of gods is too profound for us to decipher."
"Well, since that's the case, we must consider our own way out."
Both men were silent.
They now face a very painful choice.
That's how they go about pleasing that god?
Suddenly, Zhang Meng had an idea.
"Yes, our performance makes the gods tired. That's because the audience and the protagonists are all old faces." He said in surprise,
"As supporting actors, we can't change, but we can change the stage."
"Yes, that's it." Li Cang nodded in agreement.
"We can pray to the gods, and we can go to a new apocalyptic world, fight new monsters on a new stage, and have new confrontations." Zhang Meng continued,
"In this way, we can perform new dramas for the gods."
"Well said."
Then the two began to pray.
To their delight, God really responded to them.
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This simply made them ecstatic.
Zhang Meng sighed: "The god I met this time is really a good person."
…
This is a land shrouded in extreme cold.
Here, the once bustling city has been covered in ice and snow, and the tall skyscrapers have turned into frozen tombstones.
The streets were covered with thick snow, and occasionally exposed metal fragments shone coldly under the refraction of the sun.
This is a post-apocalyptic world, a doomsday world ruled by ice and snow.
In this extremely cold place, the temperature is always below minus 40 degrees Celsius all year round. The hot breath you exhale instantly condenses into ice crystals in the air. Every breath you take is like fighting against death.
The only few indigenous people wore heavy down jackets, furry hats and gloves, with only a pair of vigilant eyes exposed, and trudged forward in the ice and snow.
They are looking for food warehouses buried under the snow and ice.
Only a few trees and plants can grow in this cold.
Totally inadequate as a food source.
Their biggest source of food is actually the countless frozen foods from before the end of the world.
Because 99% of the people died, the remaining people could survive for hundreds of years just relying on the previous food reserves.
Food is scarce and fuel is precious.
The survivors must set out before dawn every day, and they must return before dark, otherwise they will not be able to withstand the cold night.
Fortunately for them, despite the severe cold weather, at least there was no shortage of coal.
So they built a big furnace to provide temperature.
Some people say that in this case, wouldn’t it be possible to create an artificial greenhouse to produce food?
However, this requires a large population to do this.
The largest survivor camp has no more than 50 people.
The reason is simple.
Once there are more than 50 people, an ice and snow monster will rush into the camp and hunt the people.
But with just 50 people, how easy is it to figure out the technology for artificial greenhouses?
