The reception room was kept after the arrival of Kishimune Kanekiken and Kirishima Toika, and in addition to the sofa tea table, Wakaba also added a bar counter and lockers, stored a lot of alcohol and food, and prepared such things as blood bags in order to deal with unusual guests like Kirishima Tooka. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Anyway, the consumption of things like alcohol and food is enough to exchange for a lot of things that have no nutritional value, such as instant noodles... Three pieces a barrel is enough to exchange for ten cases...

At this time, Jonah was wearing a typical black jacket for a bar waiter, and a small crystal oval sign with the words "Assistant Manager: Jonah" hanging on his left chest... This is purely Wakaba's bad taste, of course, Wakaba will never admit it.

Jonah replied expressionlessly when he heard Wakaba's words:

"I don't know, but the Dream Space Feedback Information Arsenal 2 and 6 are open, and I don't have permission to enter them, so you need to find out for yourself. ”

"Ah, got it. ”

Wakaha nodded helplessly, he received the same feedback after entering the dream space, but he felt that the No. 2 arsenal had been opened a little early, with his current strength, he couldn't bear the strong points in the world connected to the No. 1 arsenal, just like the world of parasites, if it weren't for the protection of various dream space skills, he would definitely be killed by the second.

And what the hell is it to skip the No. 3, No. 4, and No. 5 arsenals? Arsenal No. 6... Do you want him to die? The world connected to the last arsenal is definitely the kind of existence full of gods and Buddhas!

Click!

Buzz...

Wakaba opened the door of the second arsenal with a full stomach full of doubts, with the roar of the machinery, the steel gate slowly lifted upwards, and the eyes were still empty arsenal space, unlike the first arsenal, the portal only left a large one in the center, but after crossing into other worlds, a small door would be born.

"What..."

Wakaba pursed his lips in disappointment, after all, it was just an upgraded version of the golden flower of the No. 1 arsenal, it didn't make much difference... Close the No. 2 arsenal and go straight to the No. 6 arsenal, but the No. 6 arsenal did not disappoint Wakaba.

The internal space of Arsenal 6 is exactly the same size as several other arsenals, but there is only a portal inside, and it is in standby, which means that Wakaba can enter at any time, but this portal is not teleported to another world, and small portals will not be generated.

"Infinite trial space?"

After Wakaba stepped into the No. 6 Arsenal, he instantly understood what this portal was for, simply put, it was to fight Wakaba by consuming a certain unit of edge to generate different scenes and characters, and even generate a copy of Wakaba.

It's to fight and improve Wakaba's strength.,There's no other use.,It's divided into heads-up mode and group battle mode.,The enemy's strength depends on the fate of Wakaba.,Thirty-two units are needed to copy Wakaba himself as a template.,The enemy with his same strength is almost the same price.,The group battle mode can be appropriately reduced.。

There will be no dead or injured after the battle, but the pain and the feeling of death will be completely preserved, and of course, the gains of the battle will not be discounted.

Wakaba was overjoyed to learn the information from Warehouse No. 6, but...

"How do you feel a little cheated by profiteers?"

Wakaba shook his head with a strange face, and finally decided to try the magic of Warehouse No. 6, stepping on the portal, a subtitle popped up from the watch and appeared in front of Wakaba's eyes:

Please select a simulated scenario:

Deserts, mountains, cities, plains, lakes, volcanoes, apocalypse, blanks.

Wakaba glanced at it and replied casually:

"Blank. ”

Battle mode: group, solo.

"Single. ”

Battle Template:

Self (copied in full reference to 'seed', including physical fitness and skills, weapons.) ）

Technology side: mechas, ships, aircraft, random.

Mystery side: magic, fantasy, martial arts, random.

"Itself. ”

'Seed' dummy data:

Strength: 16 (Normal) / 21 (Tiger) / 48 (Ape Shape) / 80 (Bear Shape) No Stack

Speed: 20 (Normal)/30 (Crane)/45 (Ape)/100 (Deer) No stacking

Reaction: 13 (Normal) / 78 (Ape Shape) / 117 (Ape Deer Biform)

Spirit: 35 (Steadily growing)

Intuition: 30 (normal) / 75 (deer) no stacking

Recovery: 15 (Body)/10 (Spirit)

(The standard base number for adults is 10, and the data is for reference only, and there are discrepancies with actual combat ability)

Weapon Templates:

Magic wands, straight knives, pistols, assault rifles

Sure?No?

Is there any data? But is it useful?

Wakaba doesn't trust such things as data, just like a child holding a gun and an adult holding a gun, the data of the two guns in terms of destructive power is the same, but the user determines the role that the gun can play, and he just glances at the so-called data and no longer pays attention to it, and says directly:

"Confirmed. ”

The light flashed, and Wakaba's figure disappeared into the portal.

"Hey? ”

As soon as Wakaba saw the flowers, he found himself in a place where all sides were white and seemed to have no boundaries.

"Yo, partner, what's the strange place you've been in, why is there a guy on the other side?"

[Sword of Wisdom] Arufringa Drucker, who hadn't shown his face for a long time, came out and brushed his presence.

Pick-up!Jiu!捌!柒!Lu!...

Wakaba looked at the countdown between the clone that appeared on the opposite side and himself, and grinned:

"Infinite trial space... Do you want to try the feeling of slashing against yourself?"

Arufringa Drucker was speechless and said:

"Uh, I don't think it's something worth experiencing. ”

Click!

"Well, even if you say that..."

Wakaba loaded the assault rifle and pistol bullets, opened the safe, looked at the countdown that turned into the last zero, and chuckled:

"It's late!"

As he spoke, he and his clone moved in unison, both of them moving to their left side at the same time, and the assault rifles were firing at the same time.

Dada-da...

The bullet passed by, Wakaba estimated his speed, adjusted the muzzle, and when he thought he could hit the clone, he only felt the hairs on his body stand up, his steps instinctively stagnated, and the body twisted and changed direction, and the clone made exactly the same movement as Wakaba.

It's dangerous!

Wakaba glanced at the bullet hole on his side, and couldn't help but leave a drop of cold sweat on his head, is this a clone?

Seeing this, Arufringa Drucker laughed heartlessly:

"Hahaha, partner, how does it feel to play against another self?"

"Shut up. ”

Wakaba let out a low cry of anger, and his body ran out with an irregular movement trajectory not slowly, but the next action of the clone was actually different from Wakaba's, and I saw that the clone actually took out a magic wand and pointed at Wakaba.

Sou!

An arrow of water struck through the air.

Wakaba's eyes widened, and he quickly took out his magic wand and erected an earthen wall in front of him, without slowing down, and at the same time said in astonishment:

"Oh my! When will I get a water arrow?"

Hearing this, Arufringa Drucker was speechless and said:

"Don't you feel it? The water, wind, and earth elements that are gathered around you are so rich. ”

"Is there one?"

Wakaba dumb, when is himself