After disconnecting from the little girl, Zhou Qingfeng pondered for a long time.
Pay a leftover chicken skeleton in exchange for a 'thank you'.
No loss or profit.
Although he sympathized with the little girl, Zhou Qingfeng could not do much to help. After all, he himself was still in trouble.
After a little research, Zhou Qingfeng probably understood that the flow of prayer information he saw should have occurred near him, but the specific location was unclear.
The red information flow was the lowest level and it took no effort to intercept it. Higher level information flow was beyond Zhou Qingfeng's ability. He intercepted several other 'red' ones in succession, but most of them were weak pan-believers praying for peace.
Pan-believers are often ignorant, have low abilities, and have little 'calculation power'. In addition to making noises, they need to rely on low-level pastors to manage and improve themselves - pastors sometimes claim to be 'God's shepherds', which means they treat ignorant people as docile sheep.
Treat it as a group.
Among the large number of praying ‘lambs’, Zhou Qingfeng found one ‘lamb’ that was particularly strange. The prayer messages he sent were obviously yellow, but occasionally they would downgrade to orange or even red.
This constant color-changing situation made Zhou Qingfeng very curious. He risked being electrocuted and reached out to grab it when the color-changing information flow turned red - it was caused by the instability of the server, which means that the person who accepted the prayer
The gods are unstable.
Zhou Qingfeng didn't know exactly why it was unstable.
Words such as ‘bào ‘zhèng’, ‘destruction’, ‘bane’ and ‘obey’ were constantly heard in the prayer. It sounded like a work report from an evil force, and they hoped to be rewarded by a certain god.
Compared with the poor little girl just now, Zhou Qingfeng was in a bad mood after intercepting this information flow. The content made him angry and restless. He could not see the face of the petitioner clearly, so he snorted coldly and shouted: "You
Who is it?"
The petitioner was quiet for a few seconds, seemingly frightened by the cold snort.
Zhou Qingfeng asked again.
As a result, this guy suddenly shouted in ecstasy, "My Lord, you actually listened to my voice yourself. This is really a supreme honor. As humble as I am, I am willing to give everything to kiss the dust at your feet."
This person is so cowardly, is he a shǎ bī?
Zhou Qingfeng couldn't figure out the identity of the other party, so he snorted again and asked: "Really? What are you willing to pay?"
This rhetorical question obviously made the petitioner a little stunned, but the petitioner seemed to feel that 'talking to the gods' was an opportunity not to be missed, so he gritted his teeth and gave Zhou Qingfeng a big gift.
"My Lord, please witness my piety and sacrifice. May you become stronger in the blood and light." The petitioner groaned in pain, as if cutting his wrist with a knife. Then a ball of light containing pure energy appeared.
Send it up.
This is the life force that believers offer to gods.
Generally, believers of evil gods like to do this, and often do cruel things like 'blood sacrifices' for this purpose.
The petitioner couldn't find a 'victim', so he had no choice but to perform surgery on himself, devoting almost half his life to the gods. Naturally, he hoped to get greater rewards.
Uncle Zhou had been intercepting this information flow and received the light ball unexpectedly. Before he could figure out what was going on, the energy contained in the light ball entered his body.
Zhou Qingfeng was startled and stayed where he was. A congratulatory voice sounded in his head - Congratulations, you have been upgraded!
From level zero to level one.
A virtual screen appeared out of thin air, just like a game screen, listing several attributes of Zhou Qingfeng, as well as a list of skills.
Strength: six.
Physique: Six.
Agility: seven.
Intelligence: 10.
The average value for a healthy adult human is ten.
Strength determines explosive power, endurance, and energy; physique determines vitality and resistance; agility determines speed and reaction; intelligence determines learning ability, insight, and leadership abilities.
Different races have different bonuses.
With the same ten points of intelligence, humans will be smarter than demons. With the same ten points of strength and constitution, demons will be stronger and more difficult to kill.
Basic attributes can change with age, health, training, and equipment. However, judging from the current values, Zhou Qingfeng can be said to be really weak.
But everything is difficult at the beginning, and going from zero to one is the most precious thing.
Regarding this sudden change, Zhou Qingfeng was surprised and asked, "What did you send?"
"This is half of my life essence. My Lord, please have mercy on me." The petitioners were trembling, "I will definitely glorify your cause."
"You are mistaken, I am not your god. But thank you."
"What?!"
The unfortunate supplicant was shocked and angry.
Half my life was wasted!
This time Zhou Qingfeng took the initiative to disconnect and secretly enjoyed himself.
"Hahaha... I wonder if this is a believer of that god who actually gave me a level." Zhou Qingfeng laughed so happily that he couldn't even close his mouth from ear to ear. This was taking advantage of others.
After leveling up, you can choose a career.
In the world of swords and magic, there are many professions to choose from, such as warriors, wizards, warlocks, priests, etc.
According to the instructions on the virtual panel, Zhou Qingfeng's first reaction was that he wanted to be a wizard or a warlock.
How can you do something as cool as magic if you don’t master it?
However, these two legal professions are extremely weak in the initial stage, with extremely low health and zero defense. A first-level wizard can only perform some trivial tricks, and there is no way to survive in the wild.
As for warlocks, they need special blood inheritance. Priests need to believe in a god first, and their abilities are determined by the piety of their faith. Besides, first-level priests are weak, and Zhou Qingfeng does not believe in any gods.
As a warrior, Zhou Qingfeng currently lacks strength, so being a warrior means being cannon fodder. In the end, he had almost no choice, so he could only focus on the profession of 'thief'.
A thief is a cunning and elusive hunter, a loner who lurks in the dark. He is good at picking locks, stealing, moving silently, and hiding in shadows. He can be ever-changing and has various possibilities.
This is a 'quiet' profession, with bonuses to stealth and escape.
Seeing that Zhou Qingfeng was good at escaping, Zhou Qingfeng's eyes suddenly turned hot. The ability he most hoped to obtain now was to run away immediately when an opportunity came up.
"Things like fighting and killing are not suitable for me. It really is not suitable for me. I just like that no one can see me. This is the best."
Thinking about a foreign world where monsters were everywhere and strong men were as numerous as dogs, Zhou Qingfeng no longer hesitated and chose to work as a "thief".
Although the reputation of this profession is a bit bad, at least the chance of survival is higher.
Reputation is valuable, but face is even more valuable. If you only have a small life, you can throw away both.
At this moment, Zhou Qingfeng threw all moral integrity out of the window.
Uncle Zhou's courage has always been pitiful. He is most afraid of death, but he can do anything in order to survive.
"Thieves are just thieves, it's no big deal." Zhou Qingfeng chose 'Shadow Hide' as his initial skill, putting life first.
All choices are confirmed and the inauguration is completed. Uncle Zhou will be a thief from now on. He feels that he has more relevant knowledge and abilities in his mind.
But before he could laugh a few times, a novice mission appeared on the virtual screen - the Northland is being invaded by evil gods, and the humans living here are facing extinction. You must hunt down ten enemies in a brutal war.
Please bravely face the desperate situation and let the enemy spread your name in the screams and death.
The screen disappeared, but Zhou Qingfeng's scalp felt numb.
Destruction, tragedy, war, desperate situation... these are not good words!