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Soon, the bald villain turned into a black phantom and completely disappeared into the grassland.

......

When Vincent regained consciousness, he was already standing at the entrance to a small town.

The town's architecture is built in the style of medieval European, with a lot of other elements mixed in.

In the center of the town is a fountain about five meters high, which is divided into three levels, and the area from top to bottom increases month by month.

The marble sculpture at the top of the fountain is a Terran woman sitting on her side with her legs folded holding a water bottle in her hands.

She wore a garland of flowers and green leaves, a loose robe, and a beautiful appearance, with a faint smile on the corner of her mouth.

Transformed into a strong man, Vincent's eyes were full of disbelief and he walked towards the town.

He walked fast, almost as fast as a trot.

As he walked briskly, he muttered to himself close to self-hypnosis, "That place, I just have to go to that place to confirm." ”

Vincent made his way through the street, ignoring the passers-by on both sides of the road pointing at him, and headed straight for his goal.

In a few moments, he was standing at the door of his target, the tallest and most luxurious building in town.

This church-like building is nothing but the most important place in every novice village – the novice transfer center.

Still holding a glimmer of hope in his heart, hoping that the interior of the building was not what he thought, Vincent slowly pushed the closed door open.

The old wooden door squeaked and opened to both sides with Vincent's force.

For a moment, Vincent froze in place, he pushed the wooden door open halfway and stopped, as for why he was like this, the reason was simple.

There was plenty of light in the building, and he saw many people at first sight, and many people also looked at him, a bald man.

At the same time, they also began to talk about Vincent's actions.

"Is that guy a player or NC? If so, how can he choose to come in through the main entrance?"

"yes, I remember I came in through the side door, saying why non-nobles can't go through the front door?"

"I don't know, but he must not be NC. ”

"How to say. ”

"Do you remember, the scar on his face from the claws of the beast is our option. ”

"Indeed... It's just that I didn't expect him to be able to make a fierce bandit like this. ”

"Yes, but the question is, what is he doing standing in the doorway. ”

......

Later, all the players' attention shifted to the visitor, wondering what was the reason for him staying where he was.

Some people wonder if he encountered a once-in-a-millennium network outage.

Others think that he is deliberately grandstanding and gaining the attention of others.

Others think he's completing some mysterious hidden mission, which is to block the door to the novice job center for a long time.

To everyone's surprise, the strong man actually closed the door, and then he disappeared.

However, his departure not only became the talk of many people in the novice transfer office, but also attracted the attention of some shrewd people with unique vision.

One thought came to their minds: "Why can't I see the player's name?"

......

With his fingers crossed over the back of his head, Vincent sat hunched over the communal wooden double seat next to the fountain.

He stared at the stone pavement beneath his feet, as if he were looking at the irregular patterns on the marble slabs in a trance.

"Hehe, whatever, I don't believe it anyway, I don't believe ......"

Vincent was very unwilling, he was used to living in the world of Treya, he really didn't want to go back to the past, to live that kind of ordinary life with no future, no dreams, and no change.

However, the reality is yibu gua before his eyes.

Vincent lowered his hands limply from the back of his head and rested them at his sides, palms pressed against the temperature-insensitive wooden surface.

He leaned back, looking up at the blue sky and the bright sun.

The seemingly warm sunlight shone on his body, and he didn't even feel a trace of heat.

Not even the small flowerbed not far in front of him, with its blooming flowers, did not float in front of him in the wind, allowing him to smell the fragrance.

"It's exactly the same. ”

Vincent sighed with emotion, raised his hand on the back of the seat, and his majestic body spread out, occupying the entire seat.

Soon, his gesture attracted the attention of many players who hurriedly left the town and prepared to go outside to pick up the mission upgrade.

The male player looked disdainful, and the female player looked curious.

Male gamers are very understandable, after all, the same sex is repulsive, and female players are curious about why this strong man looks very sad, as if it is particularly suitable to be described in one sentence.

There is no greater mourning than death

They weren't interested in him personally, but they were interested in the possible story behind him.

Of course, no matter how much they had the heart, they couldn't resist the call of their friends, and in the end they had to shrug their shoulders and leave rather regretfully.

Vincent just sat there, quiet like a wooden man.

In his blank eyes, the people in front of him seemed to turn into phantoms, swaying extremely quickly from his line of sight, leaving no trace.

As the minutes ticked by, Vincent waited patiently as he waited for the minimum daily online time of three hours to pass.

He had to verify whether he really had an unrealistic, beautiful but long dream.

Ignore the strange gaze of others

Someone tried to talk to him?

Soon, three hours arrived.

"Haha, it's an illusion, Mordremoth, you wait for Uncle Ben. ”

There was a burst of laughter that caused all the players in the Fountain Square to stop.

They subconsciously looked at the source of their arrogance, and were stunned when they saw who it was.

That man was none other than what they called a strong man of sorrow.

When they heard what the strong man said after laughing, they shook their heads helplessly with each other, and a thought flashed in their hearts.

"Yes, another crazy one. ”

They had heard of schizophrenia playing games, but they never imagined that they would one day actually see it with their own eyes.

Hardly after, the news that the sad man was actually mentally ill spread all over the regional channels.

As soon as this remark came out, the players all sighed secretly, especially the female players, they all took a sip first, and then secretly glad that they did not rush to approach the strong man.

[Hmph, you wait for me.] ］

Vincent casually locked the chat channel, no longer looking at the illusions that Mordremoth had created, and then crossed his hands to his chest, and walked smoothly and briskly towards the rookie transfer station.

The first thing Vincent needs to do is to change his career to the profession he has coveted for a long time.

A profession that, in Vincent's opinion, is best suited for men.

He once again pushed open the main door of the newcomer's job transfer office, but unlike last time, he chose to walk straight in this time.

After entering, Vincent glanced around, at this time, the rookie transfer office was not as crowded as before, except for the receptionist NC, there were only three or two players going through the transfer procedures.