When Zhang Miao and Xie Changting supported each other and walked out of the teleportation array, Brother Ruoran, a big man, could no longer suppress his inner emotions and choked.
In order to avoid making a fool of himself in public, he immediately logged off... Anyway, the game time was almost here.
In reality, it took him a while to come out of the bathroom, and his eye circles were still red.
"There was a big explosion at the end. Lao Xie and I didn't look at what happened. We were too tired. We just missed it by just a little bit. I still had 10 points of blood and Lao Xie had 30 points, which was not even enough for the BOSS.
"" In Zhang Miao's apartment, the comrades who were off the line hugged and celebrated. Brother Ruoran opened the door and came in, and there was another round of hugs and beatings.
"There is still some luck this time!" Hsieh Chang-ting smiled weakly: "But I finally got through it."
"It's so damn difficult!" Hu Xinmin cursed.
"I'm going to take a nap first. Don't bother me if the sky falls." Zhang Miao yawned and drove his teammates out. The others were also tired and fell asleep immediately after returning to the bed.
After a sound sleep, Zhang Miao once again experienced the "enhancement" effect that had not occurred for a long time.
In reality, in the evening, he looked at himself in the mirror in the bathroom, feeling a little unfamiliar and unfamiliar.
"Is this me?"
His eyes in the mirror are resolute, his eyes are piercing, his thin lips are tightly pursed, his lines are sharp, his neck and shoulders are stretched very close, and the fat on his lower abdomen has disappeared, giving the whole person a particularly capable, capable and agile look.
That is the sense of sight.
Zhang Miao was not like this before. He was decadent, pale, weak, and his eyes were wandering... He never knew that just a change in spirit and energy could lead to such a big change. It was like a different person.
When he walked out of the bathroom, his feet slipped. He naturally followed the force of sliding forward, and "slid" into the living room as if his body had lost weight.
Zhang Miao looked at the long water mark behind him and giggled.
"Xiao Ai, how many people have passed the level?"
"405 people"
"So few?"
While he was busy expanding the [Magic Smart Workshop], Bei Gaoyang asked Xiao Ai players about the progress of the first round. The number 405 made him very dissatisfied.
"Before the server was launched, there were only 45 people. The number increased 10 times in two days. The efficiency is already very high."
"Please bring up the data of the players who have cleared the level and let me take a look."
Bei Gaoyang hasn't cared about such details for a long time. Work outside the magic network has involved a lot of energy in him. He looked at several sets of player data to see how they relied on their excellent combat awareness and skills to seize the opportunity when they were at an absolute disadvantage.
During the break between the level BOSS's attacks, he made admirable coordination one after another, and nodded with satisfaction.
“Not bad, not bad”
To be honest, this level of difficulty is a bit harsh.
Especially for the player group, which is mostly ordinary people.
When I originally set up the dungeon, I only used the impression of elite human soldiers as a reference. The so-called minimum requirements were more from the perspective of a great magician.
But he forgot, are the so-called elites who can be remembered by him still ordinary elites?
The players really tried their best to clear the level... no wonder they rebelled!
"Xiao Ai, at this level of difficulty, how many players are expected to be able to pass the level?"
"...it will not exceed 20% in the end."
"20%?" Bei Gaoyang laughed, "That's pretty good. The natives of Canaan don't have such a high comparison. It seems that the overall quality of the players is very high."
“Ready to lower the difficulty?”
"In this way, players who have already transferred can enter the dungeon again, maybe three times a week."
"Let them lead people through customs?"
"If there is no one-turn player in the team who clears the level with a gold medal, he will be given the title [Master Style], and his ID will be marked in gold fonts. During the fourth test, the combat effectiveness score will be increased by 1000. If there is a one-turn player in the team who will clear the level with a silver medal, no
Give a title, the ID color and font will not be changed, and there will be no combat rating bonus. There are at most two first-turn players in the team. This kind of clearance is a bronze medal pass. Give me a title [I am just a soy saucer]."
“Not bad, all aspects are taken care of”
"We can't be too harsh on players. After all, it's just a game. The core elements of a game are relaxation and entertainment."
"By the way, sir, a group of players who focus on leisure and entertainment have already appeared."
"Um!?"
As soon as he said leisurely entertainment, he choked, and Bei Gaoyang hurriedly asked what was going on.
There is a reason why Xiao Ai has delayed telling him until now.
"...I found that these players' contribution to the Magic Network system is no weaker than that of other players, especially in terms of 'belief'."
"Oh, where's the data? Pull it up and let me take a look."
It's true.
Players' spiritual power and soul power are the key to the growth of the Magic Network, and are also the system's surplus in the usual sense. With mental power and soul power, the Magic Network can mobilize the magic power between heaven and earth, activate, operate, and maintain the magic circuit of the entire Magic Network.
, to realize various game functions.
But in addition to the spirit and soul power, there is an unquantifiable power derived from a higher level of "belief".
Faith is also based on "belief", but it is more pure and condensed.
For the underlying rules of the Canaan world, it is the language in which the underlying rules are written. It can affect the legendary [Gaia consciousness] and cause the world rules to deviate unconsciously.
The Magic Network needs this kind of power. On the one hand, it enhances the rationality of the Magic Network and makes it more and more compatible with the underlying rules of the world. On the other hand, it is also related to the detachment and sublimation of the 9-layer Magic Network after it is rolled out, and towards universal rules.
, launching an attack on the highest altar.
Let's put it this way, mental power and soul power are effective for the 9th level and below of the magic network, but will not work upwards, and "belief" is the key to transcending the 9th level of the magic network.
Bei Gaoyang's spell level is only 7. The great magician of the seventh ring has already stood at the pinnacle that mortal beings can reach. In the eighth and ninth rings, there are no traces of predecessors to follow, and no one can guide him.
, and no one intended to guide him.
His mage level will be improved only after the eight-layer magic net is rolled out, but even if he is promoted to a 9th-level great mage, he is still a great mage and cannot be promoted to a legend.
There is only the Magic Web, only the Magic Web.
"It's really..."
Looking at the profiles of these casual players, seeing them checking in at various tourist attractions in the game, doing various DIYs, doing all kinds of things, speculating, and hoarding goods, Bei Gaoyang's frowned eyebrows relaxed.
Also, not everyone is interested in fighting and killing.
Their presence also brings diversity to the game, and there is also belief...
"Do not encourage, do not suppress, and do not advocate... Let's see again."
Finally set the tone.
After the trivial matters were dealt with, the rest was left to Xiao Ai to carry out, and Bei Gaoyang returned to busy and fulfilling work.
I just told Xiao Ai to remind him again when there are more than 1,000 players in a round.
It’s time to send people to guard the Alpha demiplane.
