The intense pain dragged him back from the thick and viscous darkness, and the young body let out a faint moan, and the overlapping shadows began to coalesce, and the vision finally became clear.

"How can 5% pain hurt so much?"

Duran lay quietly on the ground, vaguely aware that his body was stiff and cold, and that he was helpless by the heart-rending pain that left him helpless but to clench his teeth.

An icy liquid flowed past his arm, and a slight rattle told him that he was on the edge of a stream.

"I couldn't move, and it was clear that I was not lightly injured; It was so dark, it was probably after eight o'clock in the evening. Duran tried to distract himself from his surroundings so that he could relieve the pain a little. However, what puzzled him was that he had clearly adjusted the pain of the game to 5% when setting it, and unless there was a bug, it was impossible for him to suffer like this.

No wonder I was willing to spend $100,000 to hire me to test this game data system, such a terrifying pain will definitely make the complaining players blow up the open beta customer service number. Duran thought to himself.

As an expert in mathematics, Duran is sensitive to data analysis and modeling, and is known as a mathematical genius in the fields of finance and astrophysics. A month ago, a well-known international game company developed a holographic simulation game, and as a veteran game fan, Duran also occasionally paid attention to this game called "Tales of the Night".

But he had no idea that the company would invite him to be one of the first beta players, and at the same time offer a sky-high data testing fee for Duran to use his expertise to analyze the game's vulnerabilities.

At first, Duran didn't think so, a game, as far as it goes?

The mathematical model that Durán is known for predicting the financial crisis of the capitalist countries, the outcome of several wars in a chaotic region, and the direction of the price of gold in the last three years. Such a model and data analysis expert to test a small game is indeed a bit overkill.

However, in the face of such an invitation, Duran gladly accepted, after all, in addition to being a mathematician, he is also an out-and-out hardcore gamer, as a loyal fan of the company, why not experience the game content in advance?

What's more, there is also a beautiful knife to take.

With this in mind, Duran obtained all the materials of "Tales of the Night" after signing the agreement and the confidentiality contract.

As soon as the information arrived, Duran's mentality changed dramatically.

Looking at the nineteen super-large servers piled up in his yard, Duran was about to go crazy, shouting that he had been deceived, and 100,000 dollars was too cheap.

"Is this still a game? It's a world away! ”

When Duran extracted the massive amount of data stored in these dozen servers and entered it into his supercomputer, he couldn't help but calculate the total amount of data in "Tales of the Night". To Duran's surprise, the total number of these data is almost equal to the number of all stars in the entire universe, including stars, planets, nebulae, comets, etc.!

With such terrifying data, it is no wonder that Duran exclaimed.

Poor Duran could only work overtime day and night after shouting losses, and for a full month, he had seen almost all the important core data of the game, including the world view, monster manual, distribution of forces, geography and terrain, various civilizations, historical evolution, treasure surnames, etc. - in a month, Duran lost eight pounds.

He was obsessed with the data and couldn't put it down, and he couldn't help but put it on the game lander sent by the company to experience it.

Duran remembers clearly that when he entered the game, he did set the pain perception at 5%. Duran has an almost perverted sense of numbers - you know, he can easily recite pi π more than 6,000 decimal places in junior high school class - this result has given Duran the nickname "Perverted Strong", and those who know Duran well know that he may call you by the wrong name, but he will never forget your ID number, mobile phone number, and some other data content.

"Wait, it looks like I haven't done anything since I entered the game, right? Why are you lying here all of a sudden? Duran had some doubts in his heart.

However, he did not panic, and according to the instructions on the game guide, he silently recited "quit" three times in his heart.

No response.

In the middle of the night, a cold wind blew, and Duran was shivering from the cold.

Duran was silent.

"Fuck your sister's game company! Where is the Lao Tzu test, it is clearly a cheat! Duran's heart was suddenly galloping—a lovely grass and mud horse, of course, and if he could, he would even give him a middle finger to the sky to express his indignation.

"I'm really hurting!"

Duran wanted to cry without tears.

However, at this moment, a strange memory broke into his mind, and the pain ten times greater than just now directly destroyed Duran's nerves.

If Duran still had the strength to speak, he would definitely tell you that if the pain just now was still hovering in the range of 5%, then this time, the pain index soared to 150%.

It's just that now he was deprived of even the ability to think in an instant, and the whole person curled up in a ball, twitching by the cold stream.

Forty minutes later.

Duran opened his eyes with a complicated look.

"I crossed over?"

In an instant, Duran's mind recalled countless awesome plots of the traverser in a certain novel, but there was a deep sadness in his heart.

Because according to the memory of this unlucky ghost occupied by Duran, this world is likely to be the world of "Tales of the Night".

What the hell, Lao Tzu was doing a data test for the legend of the night, and then the whole person was simply sent to this world? Duran was overwhelmed with grief and indignation, not only did he lose a lot of money, but he simply lost himself.

What kind of world is Tales of the Night?

Duran can tell you succinctly that this is a miserable world.

The era of the glory of the gods in the first age has passed, and the era of the prosperity and development of civilization in the second age has also come to an end, and it is now the third age. In the dark Third Age, dragons have crossed the plane and dominated most of the continent.

All the tribes have become extremely bitter beings, humans, orcs, dwarves, elves, goblins...... All living beings have become second-class citizens under the oppressive rule of the dragon lord. The glory and splendor of the past are gone, and now on the continent of Fernan, only the roaring dragons and the tragic cries of innocent people can be heard.

A world full of mourning and starvation.

Duran came, and he came, scarred, resolutely.

Tales of the Night is a game that features players helping indigenous NPCs fight against the rule of the dragons, eventually destroying or expelling the twelve gods from the world. This was supposed to be a task for players all over the world to complete, but now it fell heavily on Duran's thin shoulders.

"It turns out that this unlucky kid is also called Duran." Duran read the many memories in his mind in a depressed mood, and with this process, the two faintly became one, and Duran also had a sense of hatred and love in his heart.

This kid named Duran hated the Dragonman Lords and the guards who bullied the civilians for the sake of the tigers.

He loved the land of his homeland, the townsfolk who gave him food, the glory of humanity, and the tall back.

"Teacher? It turned out that he was an Assassin, no, an Assassin apprentice. ”

Duran's mood calmed down a little, and he saw the thin silver line on his right arm, which was the hallmark of an Assassin's apprentice.

In the legend of the night, people are miserable due to the oppressive rule of the evil dragon. The people who still have the surname of blood unite and make a pact with each other, dressed in black, and using the thorn bird as a code name, to roam between the major towns and assassinate the wurm and the dragonmen.

These people are called the Black Men by the cowardly civilians. And Duran's teacher is a member of the black-clothed crowd, and Duran himself is tattooed with a thin silver thread.

If he can be recognized by the black-clothed people, Duran can continue to process on the thin line and become a complete thorn bird.

This means that you become a true Assassin.

"This child, it turned out that in the process of carrying out the teacher's order, he fell off the cliff and fell by the stream, no wonder there are so many scars on his body." Duran took a deep breath, the two had become one, and he had already figured out what had happened before.

This young man, also named Duran, is a disciple of the Black-clad Crowd, and tonight, his teacher will join forces with several other assassins to assassinate Andrew, the lord of White Sands Town, where Duran lives.

Andrew, as a mage with gold-rank power, is already difficult to deal with, not to mention that this guy still has a strange object against the sky in his hand - the primary eternal vial. This artifact can provide Andrew with a hundred magic points per day, making his spell casting even more unscrupulous.

So the child spent three months, endured Andrew's scolding and whipping, and finally gained his trust. Just tonight, he snuck into Andrew's bedroom and stole the Vial, but he had just escaped Andrew's yard when he was discovered.

In a panic, he fled along Andrew's residence to Mount Helga on the edge of the town, and while evading the pursuit of Andrew's guards, he accidentally stumbled and fell off the cliff, and the bottle of eternity also turned into a fragment, and was lying quietly beside Duran at the moment, flashing a little purple light from time to time, which was beautiful and intoxicating.

Such an experience made Duran who came through immediately a little awe-inspired.

"If I had the chance, I would avenge you." Duran closed the memories of his original owner and silently thought of a way, but now he couldn't move at all, and he was badly injured and lifeless.

Could it be that God let me cross over, and that's how I waited to die? Duran was a little discouraged.

It was at this moment that Duran suddenly noticed that there seemed to be a book pressing on his stomach.

"Huh? What is it? ”

With all his strength, Duran moved his right hand to his stomach, and the moment his fingertips touched the cover of the book, a cold voice rang in his head:

"Sure to bind the Evil Pact?"

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