What's so bad about being in the moment? Why do you have to be obsessed with promotion and forbearance?

This was the only thought that came to Mori's mind when he was kicked out of the pod by the instructor.

After a moment of dancing, Mori Juzo finally remembered the method that the examiner had repeatedly emphasized before, and pulled open the thing called the D-10P umbrella bag......

Bang ~ Bang ~ Bang ~

With the continuous muffled sound, the sky is like a goddess scattering flowers, unfolding one by one like an umbrella cover, ten thousand purple and red, very beautiful.

Because of the lack of landing height, after the canopy was opened, it only slowed down slightly, and in the blink of an eye, the Death Forest was in front of you.

Thorn -

Due to the fact that too much time had been wasted in the previous panic, although Mori Juzo used the reaction force of the water escape to slightly adjust the direction of the fall, but in the end he was hung on the treetops, like a koi fish waving in the wind.

It's impossible not to call for help, and it's impossible to call for help during the entire exam.

Mori Juzo could only grit his teeth and tear the rope, and a salted fish rolled over and jumped from the treetops.

At this time, he was a little embarrassed, but fortunately he was not injured, but the only single clothes on his body were also cut into beggar's clothes by the branches.

Looking around, there were still a few candidates who seemed to have landed nearby, and Maori Shizo hurriedly and cautiously lurked.

In this trial, called PUBG, a total of 100 playthrough scrolls are scattered throughout the Forest of Death.

According to the examiners, these scrolls are either guarded by powerful beasts or buried in some mysterious caves, in short, they cannot be obtained by those who are destined to do so.

Once you have cleared the scroll and kept it for five days, you will be eligible for the promotion.

Originally, there were more than 160 candidates, and there were 100 scrolls, and even if some of the scrolls were hidden and difficult to obtain, the competition was not much fierce.

At most, it's a 50% elimination rate, and if you're lucky, after getting a scroll, it's not a bad thing to get straight up.

However, a certain fat man who made the question had a very bad heart, and only seventy of the hundred scrolls were real, and thirty were fake.

The authenticity can only be distinguished by the auditor after five days.

In other words, in the most extreme case, the epic non-chieftain may have gone through hardships and plundered twenty or thirty scrolls, but in the end, he would still be eliminated with hatred.

Therefore, in order to ensure that they can make the cut to the greatest extent, every candidate will definitely do their best to get more scrolls.

In this way, robbery and calculation are inevitable, and this eerie ancient forest has become a gladiatorial arena for ninjas.

As long as he doesn't meet some crazy lickers, Mori Juzo is still a pragmatic person for the most part.

He was lucky enough to pass the first test, and he was full of awe of this strange PUBG.

In fact, the first goal Mori Juzo has set for himself is to survive.

Yes, although according to the rules, as long as the candidate feels that his safety is threatened and is willing to give up his qualification for the exam, he can pull a special flare at any time, and the appropriate examiner will immediately take him away.

But fools know that when ninjas fight, there is only one line between victory and defeat.

As a thin-skinned, high-attack ninja, it's almost impossible for you to go back and forth and fight for hundreds of rounds.

If you don't judge the disparity in strength at the first time and pull the signal flare immediately, then the outcome of failure will be either serious injury or death.

Therefore, Mori Juzo, who was walking in the shadows, very wisely bit the flare in his mouth, dragged the lead with one hand, and pushed the bushes with the other, and began to look for the clearance scroll.

I don't know if it was good luck or bad luck, until the sun was in the west, Mori Juzo did not find the clearance scroll, nor did he meet any other candidates.

He scoured several patches of bush, a broken tile house of unknown purpose, and an abandoned public toilet.

The end result was just a bottle of liquid called an energy drink, a packet of strange food called a crunch, a handful of torn kunai, a well-made bandeau cloth, and a first-aid kit full of bandages and medications.

When the night owls began to cry, the moonlight was obscured by the layers of trees, and the cold atmosphere of the entire forest of death was even stronger.

Maori Shizo tightened his thin beggar outfit and found a windswept spot on a rock, ready to rest.

After an afternoon of lurking and searching, Mori Shizo was not only extremely nervous, but also on the verge of physical exhaustion.

He found some fallen leaves, spread them haphazardly on the ground, and then leaned against the rocks.

In the past, when he was on a mission, he would always light a small bonfire, which was warm and bright, and it would be great if there was another ration pill.

But the soldier food pills he carried with him had already been confiscated by the unreasonable examiner, and it was impossible to bake a fire.

Roasting a fire in the pitch black battlefield is tantamount to suicide.

Although there was no fighting for an afternoon, there were traces of various battles, but Mori Juzo saw several places.

There are ninjas and ninjas, ninjas and beasts.

Even, Mori Juzo saw the remains of a huge brown bear, whose head was blown off by a tough guy who didn't know what kind of tough guy had hit.

With a grunt in his lower abdomen, Mori Shizo shook his head and reluctantly opened the bag of food called Miao Crispy Corners.

To be honest, this kind of fluttering thing is better than nothing.

After taking a sip of the energy drink, Mori Juzo felt that his exhaustion seemed to disappear a lot, and then, he picked up a handful of crispy corners and stuffed them into his mouth.

Quack Quack~

Mori Juzo's eyes lit up, and the taste of this thing called Wonder Crispy Corner was really good.

At least compared to the Bing Food Pills, this is simply a rare delicacy!

A few minutes later, Mori Juzo licked his fingers.

Looking at the empty food bags, my stomach was even hungrier.

Damn it!

Mori Juzo shook his head, quietly got up, and turned back the way he remembered it.

Fortunately, the big brown bear that had been shattered by someone was still in place, and there didn't seem to be any ambush nearby.

Mori Juzo cautiously approached the brown bear, then cut a piece of bear meat out of the broken kunai and began to gobble it up.

In fact, eating raw meat is really a common thing for ninjas, for example, the great ninja Shimura Danzo, although he later quit, but in the early years, he loved to eat frozen frogs.

It's just that Maori Shizo, who is the lineage of the Maori family, was also a young master before he was completely abandoned by the family, and even if he had to undertake various escort tasks below the C level later, the Bing Food Pill was also the standard for Maori Shizang.

So, this is the first time he has eaten raw meat.

The heavy smell of blood rushed into his nostrils, and Mori Juzo almost fainted.

After a few bites of nausea, the great crisis of hunger was finally lifted.

However, before he could go far, there was a cramping pain in his abdomen, and then he turned over the river and the sea.

"I remember there was a toilet here...... Oh, this is it! ”

Holding his stomach and sweating profusely, Mori Juzo finally found the public toilet where he had found the crispy corners and plunged into it.

Fortunately, it was only a slight diarrhea, and after a release, I was relaxed.

Mori Juzo tearfully wiped his ass with the fine bandeau cloth and pressed the flush button.

Whoa—

The swift currents of the water swept away all the filth, and also washed away the things that Mori Juzo wanted to treasure for the rest of his life.

However, just as Mori Juzo was about to get up and leave, there was a "pop", and an object suddenly fell from the sky and happened to fall into his arms.

"Dear players, because you still insist on not defecating anywhere in addition to eating chicken in a tense and exciting way, and keep in mind the ancient adage of 'come in a hurry, go and rush', you are really an elegant and easy-going civilized person, and you are hereby rewarded with a customs clearance scroll, please check!"

Mori Juzo, who was pouting his buttocks, looked at the scroll and note in his arms, and fell into deep thought.

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