When Scar heard this, he had a ferocious smile on his face.
"Don't worry, it's only twenty times a day, not once less!"
Mo Lan smiled and returned to the store. The gap opened by the wind blade technique at the back had been repaired. Except for the different color, there was no other difference from the original.
The next day, Yu Jinan almost ran out of time to get online. As soon as he got online, he found a message popping up in the chat box.
The sender is Mo Lan, the date is yesterday, and the message only has two words.
"That's it?"
The moment he saw these two words, Yu Jinan's face flushed red, and he looked at the castle behind him with only hatred in his eyes. He turned and left, but as soon as he left the area in front of the castle, a person hooked his shoulder.
.
Yu Jinan wanted to struggle, but the big hand stuck tightly around his neck like an iron pliers, making it impossible to shake him.
But this man lead him cheerfully towards a dark corner where no one was around, and at the same time, he put his mouth to his ear and whispered softly.
"Someone asked me to bring you a message.
Where are your resources, your relationships, and your previous abilities? That’s it? That’s it?”
The struggling Yu Jinan's eyes widened suddenly, but the next moment, he felt a sharp pain in his neck, his vision went dark, and he turned into his soul and floated up.
From a window in the castle in the distance, two people watched this scene.
Baluan couldn't help but asked aloud when he saw this.
"Father, are they undead creatures? They can be resurrected even after death. It's incredible every time I see them."
Viscount Bart also said in amazement.
"Yes, this is really an incredible race."
"Race?"
"Yes, they, including Mo Lan, are called Projectors by the city lord."
"Projection? Projection like a demon?"
"Well, they are not from this world. They appear out of thin air, just like demons projected into reality from the abyss.
Therefore, they are like demons and cannot be killed in this world.
However, they will become weaker every time they die. If they die too much, they will disappear from this world and come back after a day or two. And once they kill the monsters, even people will become stronger."
"But there are too many projectors. Is this a new demonic invasion?"
"Demon invasion? Unlike, these projectors are only interested in profit, but they will not kill all living creatures they see like demons, and they can communicate.
Although they are eager to kill, they never kill civilians or slaves, they only kill monsters.
Unless someone actively attacks them.
However, one thing must be noted, they have very distorted ideas.
If you kill slaves in front of them, they will even risk their lives to attack you, or they will keep staring at you and kill you at all costs."
"It's incredible. People are incredible, their behavior is incredible, and their thinking is even more incredible."
Baluan said incredulously.
"There are many projectors. Although they are very weak now, they will definitely become stronger in the future.
So if you restrain yourself, you can use the power of the projectors in the future to drive them to attack our opponents and enemies.
Remember, we nobles are always noble. We should be noble drivers and should not use brute force.
Even if there are many projectors, they are likely to become stronger, but as long as there is desire, they can eventually be driven by us.
Since they can be driven by us, there is no need to worry, as long as you master how to use them, understand?"
"clear!"
Baluan suddenly asked again after being silent for a long time.
"Father, I heard that someone successfully stole the devil's bloodline and stole the devil's power. Can the projector..."
Viscount Bart looked into his eldest son's eyes, stared at them, and saw the greed in his eyes.
"Before the demon had his power stolen, no one thought the power could be stolen, and no one knew how to steal the power."
"I see."
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"I've been kidnapped. I'm in a dungeon. Can anyone save me?"
"Kidnapped? NPC? Where are you?"
"A very deep, very dark, dank dungeon."
"Where?"
"underground!"
"Then do you remember the way there? Are there any landmark buildings?"
"I was in the imperial capital. I was knocked unconscious while walking on the road, and then I appeared in the dungeon."
"Where is the imperial capital?"
"underground!"
"Excuse me."
The posts that had no response gradually fell into silence, just like those similar posts, as if they were submerged in the sea, without causing any waves.
However, as more and more people received no response, they chose to go offline and began to continuously browse the official website of "Real Game", various game forums, and post bars.
Gradually, these silenced posts came into people’s sight.
At this time, Mo Lan was sitting on the chair at his desk.
With his eyes slightly closed, his mental power continuously captures the four elements of earth, fire, wind, and water in the environment, and then mixes and compresses them together, turning into gray magic in the high-speed rotating whirlpool of mental power.
A trace of magic power entered Mo Lan's body. This time, there was no tearing feeling like before. Instead, he felt very comfortable, and his body gradually became fuller.
One strand, two strands, three strands, four strands...
Every ray of magic that enters the body is directly absorbed by the bear's tough spell model.
After accumulating wisps of magic power, he finally reached the standard for activating the bear's tenacity.
The spell was released automatically, and Mo Lan felt his body become slightly stronger.
Make fists with both hands and wave violently.
"Well, the power remains unchanged at all."
Mo Lan shrugged helplessly, picked up a dagger and lightly scratched his hand.
The skin was not damaged at all.
The force of the dagger gradually increased, and finally it was lifted up and dropped suddenly.
The sharp dagger pierced the skin, but it only made the skin dent. Other than that, there were no wounds.
And Mo Lan only felt a slight sting, as if he had touched a sharp blade of grass before.
There is stinging, but no harm.
"Well, it seems that as long as ordinary people don't hold magical weapons, they are basically unable to cause harm to me."
Mo Lan nodded with satisfaction. He had no strength and only increased physical strength. This was exactly the effect he wanted.
"Okay, the first trial run of Bear's Tenacity was successful."
Mo Lan suppressed his excitement.
"Then we just need to see how the consumption and autonomous release time of Bear's Tenacity are going to be."
Although he had done many experiments before and made many confirmations, Mo Lan still had no idea at the moment and could only wait anxiously.
But while waiting, Mo Lan did not sit idle. He sat directly on the chair to refine the magic power and stored it in his body.
Mo Lan's mental power did not discover any Dantian meridians, but only countless spectacular and coordinated body tissues and systems.
Therefore, Mo Lan directly stored the magic power in every part of his body, integrating it as much as possible and storing it in every strengthened cell.
As the body gradually became fuller, Bear's tough spell model suddenly started to operate independently. After a while, a spell fell on his body.
After being interrupted, Mo Lan opened his eyes and looked at the time on the system panel.
"Twenty-nine minutes, the duration of Bear's Tenacity was successfully refreshed to one hour. I succeeded!"
Mo Lan said in surprise.
"Sure enough, this path is indeed feasible."
At this moment, the system prompt sounded.
"Congratulations to the player for creating a new profession, please give it a name."
