Chapter 22

Does anyone know what I'm thinking right now...

Right now, I most want to give God the middle finger and greet his entire 18 generations of family, not sparing even the ants in the ant hole under the tree in front of his house.

The requirements for level 99 are fine, at least there's still something to look forward to, but who can tell me, when I reach level 100, how I can allocate points to get 540 strength and 328 agility?

Damn, even if I put all my attributes into strength, 5 points per level, I would only have 520 points at level 100!!!

What about agility?

Not add any points to health or mana?

Not even give me a last bit of hope, if there were slots, I could still embed some gems to reduce the requirements, maybe it would be useful then, but upon closer inspection, all 6 slots are already filled!!

This is clearly not giving me any chance at all!

I'm so frustrated that I almost vomit blood, holding a weapon more powerful than a legendary one, but never being able to use it, is the greatest frustration in life. A weapon powerful enough to defy the heavens, with restrictions equally powerful, making one drool but unable to even pick it up.

I suddenly remember a famous person's words: When you are hungry and thirsty, God gives you a porn video, and after you finish watching, he gives you a 90-year-old, flirtatious old woman...

I am so angry, angry at myself for being blind at the time. This is all my fault. I finally remember that after making this sword, I casually embedded 6 gems to increase damage, thinking that since it was already so overpowered, adding anything would be fine. Now, the retribution has finally come!!

Human nature is like this, always unable to learn to be content. Although I keep telling myself that having the bug amulet is enough, and more would invite lightning, I still can't forgive myself. If I could pick up this sword, with my current level 1 strength, I would have enough confidence to defeat any of the three demons.

Greed is not so easily suppressed. If everyone could control their greed with reason, the world wouldn't be so chaotic.

I am not a saint, unable to completely control my emotions, but at least I have been in the Dark Continent for over 10 days. The fragility of life, the cruelty of battles, the friendship among friends, and the madness after obtaining the bug amulet have all greatly strengthened my character. So, after being sad for a while, I finally opened up. At least, I not only have an extra bug amulet, but also a sword more powerful than a legendary one, even though I can't use it. Just holding it and looking at it is a beautiful thing. Life occasionally needs a bit of self-comfort, otherwise it's easy to break down.

Joy, madness, disappointment, pain, and regret, in less than a day, I experienced the ups and downs that others might never encounter in a lifetime. Perhaps, this is a test from heaven. If I pass, I can open a new chapter for the Dark Continent and become a stronger being than T·Lash. If I fail, who knows what will happen to me. I might fall into depravity, controlled by my inner demons, or be directly reclaimed by God...

Actually, I didn't know that as a穿越者 (穿越者 means someone who has traveled through time or space, often used in the context of a person from the modern world who finds themselves in a fantasy or historical setting), I initially had the power of a Druid, but I still had a huge gap compared to other classes, which was in mindset and willpower. Those who have been trained from a young age in harsh conditions have a mindset and willpower far beyond me, who lived like a flower in a greenhouse in the original world. So, the recent test was absolutely necessary for me. The true strength of a strong person often lies not in the size of their power, but in having a strong heart.

Bored, I fiddled with this sword, which could be called a super-legendary. Hmph, if I can't pick it up, can't I still play with it? I stab, I stab, I stab you to death...

I casually looked at the question marks on the sword, feeling puzzled. This is clearly a modified version of the Blade of the Plane, but now its name has become ?????.

I tried to place my hand on this dreamlike divine sword, and a blank field appeared, indicating that I needed to name it.

What name should I give it? Yellow Emperor Sword, Emperor's Sword, pfft, too cliché. Since I have accepted my fate in the Dark World, I shouldn't connect it to the original world, which would only add to my sorrow.

Thinking of the dark history mentioned by Akara, I decided and named the sword.

Sword of Angel Slaying!

I am now burdened with the mission of a righteous messenger, to drive the forces of hell out of the Dark Continent. Hohoho~~ If you want to play any tricks, don't blame me for being unfriendly. I've never had any good feelings towards you.

I swear by this sword, to kill any gods who stand in my way, and to slaughter any demons.

Exiting the storage box, I looked at the transferees still in a daze around me, secretly sneering. Just wait and see, those who once mocked me, I will make you know the sorrow of the weak.

I have never been a good person, lustful, selfish, petty, and the little bit of justice I have is buried deep in my heart, only occasionally surfacing. I am always willing to repay enmity with enmity and grievances with grievances.

Leaving the square, I followed Doug's instructions. Although he gave me a tent, I still needed to prepare many things for my adventure, such as dry rations, some essential tools for adventurers like a knife, a rope net, traps, etc. To improve my meals, I also bought a large pot, so I could occasionally have something hot to eat.

Some dry wood was also essential, not too much, just a little, but absolutely necessary. Although the wasteland has many small forests that can provide wood, it would be bad if it rained.

Some animal furs were used as blankets, as even in summer, the wasteland can be very cold at night.

By the time I had prepared everything I knew I needed, my inventory was already more than half full.

I originally planned to leave from the western district, which is the commercial area, so buying things was conveniently on the way. When I had everything ready, the huge and awkward gate of the western district was already in my line of sight.

The gate still had 10 Rogues standing there. Seeing me come out, two of them ran over to greet me with respect.

I looked and saw that they were Dirk and El, who had escorted us back when I and the others returned.

They were very respectful, and for them, my status as a transferee was already quite impressive, reminding me of the treatment I received in the center of the Rogue Camp. It seems my status is not the best, but better than the worst, just reaching a comfortable level. Not bad, not bad.

"Respected Mr. Fan, are you going out now?"

"Yes, I'm going out to train for a while."

My tone was a mix of excitement and nervousness, like a rebellious child leaving home.

Dirk and El looked at each other, then started chatting with me while subtly probing to see if I had any experience going out.

When I saw their intentions and answered that I had been taught by Akara, and although it was my first time going out, I had not forgotten anything, they breathed a sigh of relief.

"Please forgive our rudeness," they said in unison.

"It's nothing," I waved my hand, a bit annoyed—such behavior clearly suggested they were underestimating me, but I knew they were doing it for my own good. I believed that if my answer had shown any weakness, they would have been happy to teach me.

"Then I wish you a safe journey."

They placed one hand over their chest and bowed to me.

"Thank you, the safety of the Rogue Camp depends on you, do your best."

Seeing their respectful expressions, I couldn't help but feel a bit of a leader's aura.

"Ha..."

As the Rogue Camp behind me became a small dot, I excitedly did a somersault.

The vast sea allows fish to leap, and the high sky lets birds fly, which probably describes my current expression.

What I most want to do now is to run freely in the wasteland, shout to my heart's content, and let my voice echo throughout the sky and earth.

But thinking of the strength of Lar and the others, who still dare not be careless, my current strength, compared to a level 1 newbie, only has a 165% critical hit rate, 400% experience, and a plain wooden stick as an advantage. My strength is not much better, and I am alone.

Thinking of this, I immediately took out the plain wooden stick from my inventory.

This area still belongs to the range of the Rogue Camp, with Rogues patrolling from time to time, and occasionally encountering some shepherds. It's unlikely that any monsters would appear.

After walking for about 2 hours, the Rogue Camp had become a small dot, and I hadn't encountered any other humans for half an hour.

My heart suddenly tightened, and the excitement of going out disappeared instantly.

Now, it seems like I am the only one in the world. If I encounter a monster, there will be no one to protect me like Lar and the others. If I am surrounded, I might become the bones in the dirty pot in the Fallen Camp.

This is not a picnic, but a life-and-death battle. I reminded myself, finally taking this training seriously.

Bending slightly, I moved forward slowly, trying not to make any noise, avoiding small forests, and keeping everything in my sight.

Soon, I discovered a Fallen Camp, consisting of 4 Fallen and 1 Fallen Mage. Their intelligence is not high. If I can lure the Fallen away first and then deal with the Mage, the remaining 4 Fallen would be easy to handle.

I believe that with proper strategy, I can defeat them. If Lar and the others were here, I would implement this strategy without hesitation.

But this is just a "what if." The fact is, they are not here. My strength is slightly better than theirs, but not by much. Accidents can happen at any time, and I lack experience.

After much consideration, I finally decided to go around. I believe that if I were in their place, they would make the same choice. This is not cowardice, but a lack of experience.

My experience is too limited to handle unexpected situations. Those who train in life-and-death battles are all experienced veterans who can react quickly to unexpected situations and, even if they lose, won't lose their lives.

I concluded that experience is gained through battles, and ability is improved through constant life-and-death struggles. There is a gradual process between the two. A rookie with limited experience trying to engage in life-and-death battles and quickly enhance their abilities is something that only happens in novels.

Fortunately, during my detour, I suddenly noticed a few black dots moving not far away. Based on my 10 days of experience, I immediately guessed that these were a few zombies.

Although zombies are a bit disgusting, they are the favorites of newbies.

I immediately crouched and crept over. Soon, a few disgusting figures appeared before my eyes.

Sure enough, they were zombies, and there were 3 of them. I was delighted. This number is just right, not too few to gain experience, and not too many to be surrounded. It's like they were tailor-made for newbies.

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