The next day, Yi Ru came to the location of Skynet space and appeared in front of the big ball of light. Only then did Bacon truly believe that instructor Miller was not joking with him. After only three days, he was about to undergo the second test.
Copy trip!
"Bacon, remember what I said, you can do whatever you want in the alien space, but except for one thing, you must not take action against your own people. I mean you can ignore them, drive them away or even beat them up, but
Never kill anyone!"
Instructor Miller looked serious. Due to time constraints, he had no time to give instructions one by one. He could only pick the most important ones and said: "Don't take chances or think that your work is perfect. The alien space is called Skynet, not
There’s no reason!”
"I understand, instructor, but what if someone wants to kill me?"
Bacon also had a serious face. He had been training most of the past three days to master new powers, but in his spare time, instructor Miller also used every opportunity to teach him, making him understand that the alien space is not a real copy of the game after all. Once he dies in it,
, that means he is really dead.
And because there are monsters, super life forms, and even other humans entering the alien space, the risk factor is never low, and is many times higher than in the real world.
"Don't kill anyone if you can. If you kill someone by mistake during a counterattack, report it as soon as you come out!"
Instructor Miller thought for a moment and spoke slowly.
"I see!"
After Lu En's overt and covert teachings, Bacon was not just a little white rabbit. After chewing on the words "counterattack and manslaughter" for a while, he suddenly became thoughtful.
"Of course you are not someone who is in the first to sixth round. You can take action at will."
Instructor Miller added again. Bacon nodded and strode towards the large ball of light suspended in the pure white space. The instructor could only look at his back with a worried look between his eyebrows.
In order not to distract Bacon, he did not tell him that there was news that was unfavorable to him in the past few days. If he really met people from other games, the encounter might not be so good.
Of course the danger is not there, but he is afraid of being secretly ostracized or even targeted. It depends on how he deals with it.
While he was thinking about it, Bacon had already put the arm armor on his hands, and then disappeared in front of the big ball of light.
...
There was no coldness or shaking.
Bacon only felt that his consciousness was in a trance for a while, and then the smell of grass lingered on the tip of his nose, followed by a soft feeling of moisture under his body, which wetted his clothes.
I lay down on a piece of grass, and it was also a wet piece of grass!
Without opening his eyes, Bacon understood the environment he was in. Then his eyelids flickered and the surrounding scenery came into view. Sure enough, it was green grass. Three to five meters away, there was a stream flowing slowly. The water
The sound is gurgling.
Bacon stood up directly with both hands. The first thing he checked was his left hand. The original exquisite arm armor had disappeared without a trace, but he did not panic because before he came in, the instructor had already mentioned that due to the rules of the alien space,
Different forms of expression of extraordinary power are also different, and the armor will be converted into the corresponding form.
"Then this world..."
Bacon felt a heavy weight on his back. He stretched out his hand and touched a rough hilt. Then with a clang, he pulled out a half-man-long broad sword. There were blood-colored lines and ravines on the sword, and the hilt was covered with blood.
It is a scarlet eye, lifelike.
"It took the form of a weapon, a big sword!"
Just holding the hilt of the sword, Bacon felt a power filling his whole body, and could activate the ability to absorb life at any time. He felt somewhat confident in his heart. The only worry was that he didn't know much about swordsmanship at all, so he might not be able to exert it.
Here comes the subtlety.
The rules of each alien space are different. The same power has different forms of expression, and there are also differences. For example, if a swordsman is compared to Bacon, with the same weapon, the swordsman is naturally more powerful.
Power is dead, but the person who uses it is alive.
"But it's not bad, not bad, it's acceptable."
Bacon did not put the sword back into its scabbard, but held it in his hand and tried swinging it a few times, and it felt okay.
He heard from Instructor Miller that some extraordinary powers in other dimensions are expressed in the form of ethereal magic and fighting spirit. That is the real cheat. The power flows in the body, but it is extremely difficult to use it. It is said that if you want to
Casting a magic spell is more difficult than the last few math questions in the college entrance examination. Once encountering this kind of alien space, even top academics will cry out.
This is also the reason why most newcomers choose among the military and students, and they cannot be too old, because this is the stage when learning ability is strongest, and they can adapt to any form of power quickly.
After feeling the power, Bacon raised his head and looked around. Unexpectedly, he found several figures scattered around, each with a weapon on their back, and one of them was actually carrying a big bow. His pupils shrank slightly.
This kind of long-range weapon, if you can use it, is a veritable killer weapon, taking advantage of the boss, but if you don't know the trick, the power is not as direct as a fire stick.
While his gaze was wandering, these people had gradually woken up. They did not make a fuss or make a fuss, but behaved the same way, first checking their weapons, and then looking around.
Of course there are occasional complaints.
"I'm actually a thin sword. I must be so unlucky!"
"It's even worse for me. It's actually a hammer. It looks so frustrating!"
"Hahaha, my weapon is actually a bow!"
The figure carrying the big bow suddenly laughed loudly.
"Can you use a bow?"
Someone next to me lit up.
"Won't!"
"Then why are you laughing?"
"Because I'm so sad that I can't even cry even if I want to!"
"..."
There were a total of six people waking up one after another. No matter what they thought in their hearts, at least on the surface there was still harmony and they started talking to each other. However, when it was Bacon's turn, something went wrong.
"My name is Bacon, from the fifth game!"
Just like before, after Bacon introduced himself, he found that as soon as he finished speaking, other people's eyes suddenly fell on him, which meant curiosity, rejection, and even hostility.
"Are you the guy who ate alone in the assessment dungeon and made everyone else fail their missions?"
A young man with bulging muscles pushed aside the crowd and stepped forward, making no secret of his hostility: "I've heard of you, you are a cunning, selfish guy, and I won't cooperate with you anyway, because I can't trust you!
"
"Me too!"
"Count me in!"
"And I!"
Bacon was looking confused, but the people nearby acted as if he was suffering from the plague, and quickly backed away. In a blink of an eye, he was isolated, and he stood alone.
At this time, Skynet's mission also appeared at the right time and flooded into everyone's minds.
"Number:9527"
"Mission goal: Help the townspeople resist vampire attacks!"
"If the mayor/sheriff dies, or if more than 20 townspeople die, the mission will be deemed a failure. At least two low-level vampires need to be killed!"
"Task reward: Origin Gold (locked), Origin Stone (probability of dropping)"
"Penalty for failure: Deduction of Source Gold (2) and the corresponding Source Stone. Any insufficient amount will be deducted from the Source Gold weapon."