The first day of July is a day that will go down in the annals of Jialan's history.

The students of Jialan Academy, who have not experienced the Atari 2600, Nintendo's red and white machines, and Sony's PlayStation series, have crossed N game generations in one breath and directly come to the level of 2077 on earth.

As players, they are still a group of immature rookies who feel new when they hear "arena" and "dungeon......

To some extent, this is a kind of "seedling boosting". But to put it another way, isn't it the honor of being born to be at the finish line?

After all, for them, the best gaming experience is the first thing to play, and it's the ultimate amount of fun a player can get, enough to make everyone crazy.

Deres is one of them.

He first got to experience the training ground.

As demonstrated on the screen, the training ground of the Swordsman Department mainly tests the speed, strength, and ability to evade the sword in a small area, while the Scout Department mostly trains him on stealth, infiltration, and long-distance running.

For example, one part of the process that made him invest a lot of energy was to infiltrate a closed city of Gilneth surrounded by high walls on all sides. From the other side of the moat, he dives close to the drain, burrows through the foul-smelling sewage into the walls, and then dodges the smelly hounds and pale fangs that hide in the shadows, and beware of the werewolf sentries with noses better than dogs, before reaching the center of the castle and stabbing the winged beasts in the courtyard.

In this thrilling mission, he was spotted fourteen times, which was equivalent to being forced to SL fourteen times, during which he heard countless "You have been found" - although the female voice was beautiful, now Deres trembled when he remembered the voice, and subconsciously got up and looked around vigilantly.

The four-hour infiltration alone consumed more than half of his physical strength, and after a short rest, he decided to try his swordsman training again.

As he had seen at the seminar, meteors were flying all over the sky and were surging towards him, but because the difficulty was limited to the Black Iron rank, his pressure was several times less than that of Amathe's overwhelming nebula.

But even so, it took a lot of effort for Dres to survive, probably because the dagger was too short to dance as tightly as a sword.

In addition to these, there are also many interesting user-friendly settings in the training ground, such as Deres who was amused after trying to replace the meteor with fruit.

The stars were replaced by kiwifruits, green grapes, melons and other fruits, and as he dissected them, colorful juice splashed everywhere, and the background of the darkroom was replaced by a quiet forest and a vast number of monkeys, the latter of which were the culprits of the fruit!

The original game experience was as long as a century, but with the help of this fun, Deres was completely oblivious to the passage of time, until he was completely exhausted and was smashed all over the flesh crumbs to the laughter of the monkeys.

In the end, his physical strength was exhausted, and he turned it all off, and it was amazing to watch the juice that was obviously fruity and cool to the touch on his body suddenly disappear.

"Your final score: 81.2 points!"

It was still that glutinous voice, and Deres couldn't help but tremble, and almost stood up.

"Whew-"

With a long sigh of relief, he couldn't laugh or cry, and slapped himself with his backhand.

It's really nerve-wracking.

"Do you want to make the data public?"

The voice asked again.

Deres was slightly stunned, and he subconsciously chose to hide, but suddenly thought of the leaderboard and rewards......

"If I choose to hide, can I still participate in the rankings?"

"I'm sorry, I can't."

Really......

Deres said secretly, and finally gritted his teeth.

"Then I'll make it public."

"You can upload points under your real name or under a pseudonym."

"Can you use a pseudonym?" Deres was taken aback, and hurriedly said: "Then I use a pseudonym!" Let me think...... Let me think...... Let me think about it......"

- Half an hour later

"Use your real name." Deres tugged at his hair, and he gave up.

He really can't think of any meaningful pseudonym, so let's use his real name......

Damn, why is it so difficult to come up with a name, how did my dad give me a name in the first place......

"Your results have been uploaded, and you are currently in 114th place on the leaderboard, and the current reward is Tier 3: 120 Coins. Note: The list is not final and may fluctuate at any time, please pay attention to check. ”

Deres nodded, he had no objection to the result.

His score was based on a combination of that infiltration and the sword training of the Black Iron rank.

Regarding the former, he chose the difficulty of the night level assassin, which is converted to the swordsman level at least in the gilded rank, and looking at the entire academy, there are only a handful of students who can play this task - Desmond's guy may be counted as one, but I don't know if he is interested.

But he failed a total of 14 times before he succeeded, and the final score will definitely be dragged down.

As for the swordsmanship training, it was just a joke, and it can be seen that it was not counted much in the final score, and overall the score was quite reasonable.

And the ranking thing, Deres has never pursued much. He is a low-key person, and he is not too competitive, so he can get such a score casually, which is not low, but it exceeds his expectations.

Jialan Academy is a place where Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon is a place, he knows very well how many catties and taels he has, and it is this self-knowledge that makes him not underestimate anyone because of his rich adventure experience - today's ranking is the best proof, if that Mr. Ah Yin is a domain swordsman, with him as a full score of 100, the more than a hundred guys above him must be closer to this score, that is, closer to the realm......

In other words, a mage who is close to the level of a white robe, or an assassin who is close to the night level......

Lu Xi'an, who once dominated the campus, may have this strength, but after him, is there a successor who jumps out?

No, not a single one.

So does this mean that Jialan has a talent cut-off?

Of course not.

Lucien is famous on the one hand because of his high profile, and on the other hand, because he belongs to the "exceptional" excellence.

And Jialan's other really powerful geniuses think that they can't reach that height, and they don't have time to compete to show themselves for no reason.

They are waiting for an opportunity, a chance to really prove themselves......

Seem...... Right now?

Thinking about it like this, Deres suddenly became a little enthusiastic, and his always low-key mentality instantly collapsed in front of this leaderboard.

Most men are aggressive and must compete for superiority, but the usual gap is not quantified and digitized, so it does not seem so obvious...... Now the gap is naked in front of us, and it is estimated that few people in the entire academy can hold it, right?

In a trance, he seemed to understand the meaning of Seraf's birth......

After resting quietly for a while, feeling that his strength had recovered thirty percent, Deres staggered to his feet again, he wanted to try his strongest point, dodge skills.

It's still a dark room, it's still a pitch-black backdrop, but the meteor has become a spot of light!

He was very sure that these things were just small dots, accompanied by the sound of "da-da-da" and the blue fire that came out of nowhere, one by one orange spots of light pulled out long lines and shot over, and the speed was several times faster than the arrows!

Without paying attention, Deresi's left shoulder was pierced by a spot of light, and a cluster of blood flowers bloomed, and before he could feel the pain, his body was carried backwards by a wave of inertia, and then countless spots of light came towards him.

Damn it!

Lying down, with his right hand propped on the ground, Dres hurriedly completed his turn, rolled behind what appeared to be a cover-up rock, and barely survived the hail of bullets.

What is this......

There was not only a crisp "click" sound in his ears, but also a deafening explosion and the screams and roars of humans, and at the same time, a choking smell of gunpowder penetrated into his nose, intertwined with the bloody gas on his shoulders, and the taste was particularly iron-blooded.

Deres licked his dry lips, and he suddenly remembered what Mu Yan had said.

“…… Even if the formation is protected, you will inevitably leave a psychological shadow. ”

So...... Is the psychological shadow of the scout dying on the battlefield?

That's exciting, isn't it......

This TM is a goddamn battlefield!

How many years has there been no war in the Plain of Horse Husbandry?

And even if it's a battlefield, how did this barrage, which is denser than the mage's "Burst Wind Blade" and "Serial Ice Pick", come about?

Even the archery skills of the world-famous elves are not so good that they don't even need to draw arrows and build a bow, right?

After a few words, Deres skillfully bandaged his shoulders with a bandage, and poked his head out to see where the "light arrow" came from.

But as soon as he poked his head out, a shuttle of bullets swept across him, and Dres hurriedly shrank back.

Evil door!

With a hard spit, Deres tightened his dagger and began to count in silence until the sound of the bullets died down, and he poked his head out again.

One second

Two seconds

……

Five seconds!

"Dada"

He snapped back and closed his eyes.

If nothing else, the sound lasts for twelve seconds.

Sure enough, twelve seconds later, the other party was dumbfounded.

Almost instantly, Deres slammed over the stone, like a sharp arrow, heading straight for the blue fire.

He couldn't see anything in the darkness, but he stared at that place, and there was still a remnant in front of him.

He knew he only had five seconds, and when the five seconds passed, the strange thing would shoot out a series of powerful arrows of light with a strange blue fire.

Three-second ......

Four seconds......

Damn, it's too late......

As soon as the five seconds arrived, with a "click" sound of the lock closing, a strange blue fire flashed in front of Deresi's eyes.

He was only one step away from the other party, but this step was a moat.

The moment the blue fire lit up, Deres finally saw what kind of monster it was.

It was a honeycomb-like cylinder, dark and thick, with a regular sound with each firelight rising.

He only came to see it clearly, and then he was shot into a sieve by the strong wind that rushed in his face.

But the imaginary pain and shock did not come, and when he staggered and fell to the ground, he found that it was all over.

Turing's Requiem reverberates in my ears, a mourning music for the war dead.

"You've just brushed shoulders with death, praise Mia......"

"Damn it......"

Dreis lay flat on the floor, gasping for air......

……

At the same time, in an arena.

Samuel looked coldly at the ape beast in front of him, who was tied up by the vines, and although he struggled desperately, the vines still strangled his flesh like steel.

The fifth-level demonic beast steel-backed red-faced ape is active in the area of the scorched black stone forest, and some of the brave can even climb over the stone forest and go to the sulfur fire wasteland to grab food from the giants......

With Samuel's clumsy combat skills, he naturally couldn't restrain such a powerful opponent, and he relied on the magic scroll that had just turned to ashes.

I have to say that the Duke of Toure is rich, and the young master in the family can even do this kind of anti-aircraft gun to fight mosquitoes.

Even a person entrusted by a mercenary would not use such an expensive magic scroll against a fifth-level demonic beast, after all, the value difference between the two is more than ten times...... But Samuel didn't just use it, and he didn't feel the slightest pain in his flesh.

In addition, there is a stone on the ground, the communication stone.

And the reason why Samuel is so blushing is because he was talking to Barry a few seconds ago.

He went to the seminar, but he looked at Mu Yan coldly from beginning to end, and although the latter's words were inflammatory, he was infected by the enthusiasm—but Samuel never believed it to be true.

Even though his father told him that the young man named Mu Yan might have made a big move in the near future, he still didn't believe it.

How can this be true?

This is counterintuitive!

From the first day he came into contact with psychic spells, the teacher told him that the essence of illusion is to deceive, to deceive your sight, to deceive your hearing, and even to deceive your sense of smell and touch with the help of props......

But it's always fake.

As long as you believe it, it's fake, and that's the only way to crack the mind spell.

That's what he said when he used the communication stone to chat with Barry remotely.

So he casually summoned a fifth-level demonic beast, and while looking at it defiantly, he lazily boasted to Barry that the latter was still in confinement, and although the two did not like each other, they were always in a united front in this matter, so the ignorance and wishful thinking of mocking the enemy were naturally to be shared with friends.

Then he went on the road.

The red-faced ape's figure vanished in an instant, and Samuel's perception as a mage made Samuel subconsciously use flashing, the spell he was most familiar with.

Feeling the strong wind of the claws approaching his cheek, Samuel panicked, and he didn't even hold the stone steadily.

Just after he dodged the blow with his sixth sense, before he could turn his head, the red-faced ape howled and pounced again!

Whether it was the terrible scream or the bad breath emanating from that mouth, Samuel broke out in a cold sweat, and he tore the scroll in a panic, unaware that it was just "deception".

It wasn't until the overwhelming vines wrapped around it that he breathed a sigh of relief.

Cold sweat soaked through his shirt and robe, and the wet tick wrapped around his back, making Samuel feel very uncomfortable.

He narrowed his eyes, and a sudden surge of fear welled up.

In case of...... It's a conspiracy...... It was the guy who used it to get rid of them...... What to do?

But then he thought about it, how could this be...... How could there be a safety hazard when Principal William agreed to it? Something must have gone wrong.

Ordinary phantom beasts simply don't have such a strong deterrent and lethal power, and generally won't take the initiative to attack others until they are disturbed......

Or...... Try again?

He licked his dry lips and recited the incantation, canceling the vines while taking a half-step back and taking a deep breath, intending to circle the other for a while.

But it turned out that this was no different from a real fifth-level demonic beast, and he also overestimated his skills.

Almost instantly, the red-faced ape, which had been aroused to its ferocity, disappeared in place.

Samuel only had time to feel the darkness in front of him, and before the strong wind had disappeared, his surroundings changed.

He returned to the dark space from the wilderness, and there were two bloody characters floating in front of him.

Although he couldn't understand what it meant, he could probably understand the mockery and ridicule.

"Fate"

Accompanied by a low and soothing "Requiem", the glutinous female voice comforted him:

"You've just brushed shoulders with death, praise Mia......"

Samuel gasped for air, cold sweat hanging down his forehead to his chin, making him look extremely embarrassed, completely losing his usual graceful demeanor.

At that moment, he really thought he was dead.

He also began to believe that it was true.