Lin Ze murmured 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 character identities that you can redeem by spending points in this game:
1. Outstanding students of Blackstone Training Camp (can obtain Sword Skill lv1), price: 5 points
2. The son of a deceased knife-smith (can obtain the friendly reputation of the knife-smith guild, have a high probability of obtaining a lower-level knife-forging formula, and a certain probability of obtaining an intermediate-level knife-forging formula), price: 10 points
3. Nephew of Autonomous Committee Member Ding Jin (can obtain the friendly reputation of the Autonomous Committee, has a high probability of obtaining the intermediate knife-making formula, and has a certain probability of obtaining the advanced knife-making formula), price: 20 points
Looking at the dense text in front of him, Lin Ze couldn't help but curled his lips.
The bad thing about this training series of games is that every time you start a new game, there is no background explanation at all, and the player is left to choose the identity of the character.
With a blind eye, it is impossible to judge the cost-effectiveness of each character's identity, and naturally it is impossible to decide whether to redeem it, or which one to redeem.
After hesitating for a moment, Lin Ze still skipped this step. He only had 37 points left on hand now. When converted into game time, it would be less than 19 days. The quantity is not much. When the cost-effectiveness is unknown, it is better not to waste it rashly.
good.
The deep darkness surged in like a tide, instantly drowning his consciousness.
After an unknown amount of time, Lin Ze felt vaguely as if someone was pushing him, and there were faint anxious shouts in his ears.
"Lin Ze! Get up quickly! It's almost time to gather!"
In the haze, Lin Ze tried his best to collect his consciousness. The next second, he felt the presence of his body again. He suddenly opened his eyes and sat up.
This sudden movement startled the person next to him, who involuntarily fell backwards and fell to the ground, letting out a cry of pain.
Lin Ze turned around and saw a thin young man with a yellow face sitting on the ground rubbing his buttocks. He was wearing a light brown T-shirt and washed white jeans, with many patches on the trousers. They were made of cloth.
The colors are not uniform and look a bit funny.
Looking down at myself again, I saw that the clothes I was wearing were almost the same as those of the young man. The only difference was that there were fewer patches.
"You got up like a corpse, you almost scared me to death!" The young man glared at Lin Ze angrily, and quickly got up from the ground, "Hurry up and wash your face and brush your teeth, there are only ten minutes left before the meeting time.
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Lin Ze's thoughts were racing, but his expression remained unchanged. He nodded and said, "Well, you go first. I'll wash up and come over."
"Then I'll leave first! Hurry up, or you won't be punished by the instructor for being late!"
After saying that, he hurriedly ran out, and it was obvious that he was very afraid of the instructor he was talking about.
After the young man left, Lin Ze turned his attention to his own situation and almost immediately noticed something was wrong.
"The energy is gone?"
In his perception, the qi he had worked so hard to cultivate in his lower abdomen disappeared without knowing when. On the other hand, all the skills related to basic fighting in his memory disappeared, as if they had never appeared.
Lin Ze frowned, and when he came to his senses, he immediately called up his personal panel.
crow
[Human male, 20 years old]
[Points: 36]——
Body training——
Physical fitness: 21
Basic fighting level 3 (locked)
Qi lv1 (locked)——
Arms——
white knife
As expected, the words Basic Fighting Level 3 and Chi Level 1 turned gray.
"It seems that except for physical fitness, the skills obtained in different types of games cannot be used universally." Lin Ze thought secretly, guessing that the game designer set such a rule out of consideration to avoid destroying the balance of the game.
It's just that every time you start a new game, it's almost like starting from scratch.
I wonder if skills from games of the same type can be inherited?
Shaking his head, Lin Ze turned his attention to the newly appeared weapon column.
"What's a white knife?"
He murmured and looked around, taking in his surroundings.
What he saw upon entering was a dilapidated house, about ten square meters in size. Except for the bed where he was sitting, it was completely empty and there was no other furniture.
The beds were bunk beds. He lived in the lower bunk, and the upper bunk was probably the young man just now.
The four walls are made of rough cement walls, not even painted, and there are many spider webs hanging in the corners of the ceiling.
The accommodation environment looks very simple, but considering the word "wasteland" in the game's name, it's not too surprising.
Not long after, Lin Ze found a sheathed knife at the head of the bed near the wall.
When he pulled it out, he saw that the blade was narrow and straight, with a cold light flashing, no more than two fingers wide, and about one meter in length. It looked very much like the Tang Dao in Lin Ze's memory.
As Lin Ze stared, two small translucent characters "White Knife" slowly appeared above the handle of the knife.
"This is very much like a game."
Putting the white knife back into its sheath, Lin Ze continued to look around and found two books with shabby covers placed beside the bed. The corners were all rolled up and were very worn. They had obviously been read frequently.
He casually picked up half of the book called "Dark Age" and flipped through the pages. The content was roughly about the appearance of wormholes around the world fifty years ago, and countless terrifying insect beasts poured out of them, preying and attacking at will.
Hunting humans, turning cities into deserted ruins.
Faced with the overwhelming attack of insect beasts, human beings retreated steadily and were almost extinct. It was not until the birth of the swordsmith profession that the human beings who suffered heavy casualties were given a chance to breathe.
Swordsmiths are the only force that humans have that can compete with insect beasts. Under their leadership, humans have been able to establish settlements in the wild, survive with difficulty, and continue to develop to this day.
This period of history is called the Dark Age.
"This should be the background setting of this game world!"
Lin Ze closed the book and was about to take another "Insect and Beast Album" to flip through, but out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of lines of smoky small words suddenly appearing on the wall opposite the bed:
Welcome to "Wasteland Swordsman"!
It has been 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.
The moment the last word appeared, Lin Ze felt his body shake violently, and a warmth suddenly appeared in his originally empty and somewhat uncomfortable abdomen. In the blink of an eye, it filled his entire Dantian, and the comfort that surged through his limbs made him feel uncomfortable.
He squinted his eyes involuntarily.
At the same time, memories related to basic fighting also emerged from the depths of my mind.
After a long time, Lin Ze woke up from the sudden change and took a deep look at the words 'special permissions' on the wall.
The golden finger that the mysterious girl named Luo Luo gave him was more effective than imagined!