Riel refused the other party's assignment with a blank face, and didn't even add a "sorry" to his words.

Walker was stunned for a moment, then a disdainful sneer appeared on his face.

He has been a fifth-class civilian miner in the mining area for more than 20 years, and has experienced all kinds of winds and waves.

Just as machines occasionally malfunction, these mining tools can sometimes go insane and suddenly go on strike.

As an experienced veteran overseer, he took the lead and shouted.

"9970629 wake up! Hurry back up, order, obedience, work, dedication! Mining is the mission, mining is everything, and your life exists for mining! ”

Bursts of words shook the brain, like brainwashing, as if they were constantly shaking Rare's consciousness with a strong force.

LV2's [Deterrence], with the restraint suit and the consciousness circuit formed by long-term brainwashing, under such a comb, ordinary miners can't control themselves at all, and they have no ability to refuse the other party at all.

At the other party's affectionate request, Riel pushed the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, and silently picked up a shovel on the side of the minecart beside him.

Like seeing a malfunctioning machine get back into action, Walker's face was as pleased as a grower's harvest.

That's right, be obedient......

Syllable!

"Hmph, ahh

Without warning, Walker received a critical blow to the kidney, and a sharp pain came from his lower back.

[Kidney Crit, HP -6.2%]

After receiving a kidney blow, Walker's health dropped to 93.8% on his data panel.

He couldn't believe that the thin fifth-class miner in front of him was actually slapping his fragile kidneys with a shovel!

In the face of this quest NPC that crushed him with various attributes, Riel actually danced directly with a shovel!

In Walker's cognition, these lowest-level fifth-class citizens have been instilled with three views as mining machines since birth.

As long as he says those few keywords, he can immediately activate the ideas implanted in their brains, allowing them to reflexively perform mining work.

Aggressive behavior like Ryel's defiance of instructions had never been encountered in his more than twenty years of career.

Order, obedience, work, dedication!

This kind of serious disruption of order, disobedience to orders, and forced strikes must be vigorously curbed!

Walker roared and reached for the thick stick of discipline at his waist.

“9970629！ If you're a ghost, let me wake you up!"

LV3's basic fighting skills give him the confidence that he can easily subdue Riel with a set of quality trifecta.

However, his action of clenching the baton and fighting back at Riel only existed in his imaginary concept.

Syllable!

I saw the shovel in Rare's hand twist around, and before the other party could grasp the big stick, he took the first step and slapped mercilessly on Walker's thick wrist.

The sharp pain caused his palm to twitch reflexively, and the thick rod that could make him majestic fall to the ground with a snap.

When he subconsciously tried to pick up the stick, the shovel in Riel's hand pierced through his defense like a living snake, striking him in the shoulder with precision.

[Precision Strike, HP -2.3%, Reduced Agility of Right Arm]

A wave of irritation welled up in his heart, and Walker's mental value plummeted downward, and he lost his mind in an instant.

[Emotional excess, mental value -14%]

[Status: Irritated]

Sandbag's big fist slammed into the door, and the wind went straight to the door of Rare.

In more than 20 years of working in the mine, he has never neglected to exercise, and his strong physique has given him the confidence that he can crush even with his bare hands......

Syllable!

The smooth shovel was not only long in Rare's hands, but it also spun, and the cold shovel slapped mercilessly into his flawed lower ribs as Walker tried to throw a punch.

[Flaw Strike, HP -4.3%]

The successive deflated meals made Walker extremely aggrieved.

He could feel that the spectacled miner in front of him was a cut below him in terms of strength and speed.

But the other party can find his flaws just right and keep interrupting his actions.

[First first, first served]!

Legend has it that a true martial arts master can make up for the speed gap by accurately predicting and reacting in advance.

As a psychiatrist, Rare has never trained in martial arts, but that doesn't stop him from mastering the realm of [First First].

[Extreme Meme] allows Arrail to quickly obtain the other party's grasp, sight, smell, smell, and touch all kinds of information.

Through muscle movements, facial expressions, air movements, and even the smell of sweat on the other person's body, Arrail accurately constructs a picture of the opponent's next move in his mind.

The next thing is very simple, he just needs to insert himself into the picture and stop the other person's movements from developing in a direction that is not good for him.

Like a chanting mage whose face is protruded by the silent warrior, Walker's every movement is interrupted by Riel in advance.

Attacking the flaws in the opponent's body is easier for Riel than picking mushrooms.

After all, it may take more effort to find mushrooms in such a large area of the forest.

"You ......"

Syllable!

The shovel made a neat arc in the air, striking Walker in the jaw, and even his speech was forcibly interrupted.

[Critical Hit, HP -8.8%]

After receiving a slam in his jaw, Walker's eyes were full of stars, his consciousness was in a trance, and his body began to shake uncontrollably, like a drunk man staggering to the ground.

[HP: 18.9% (Death)]

On the information panel of Riel, the health value is still full of 100%, and only the physical strength is perfunctory down to 72.6%, proving that Riel has indeed experienced a battle.

Although he didn't learn any combat skills and his attributes were crushed by the enemy, Riel, who had a high game of cancer, completely relied on his own high-play operation and easily became angry with the enemy.

Perhaps the physical limitations caused by the low physique are the biggest problem in Rare's battle.

Slowly walking up to Walker, Riel raised his shovel with a blank face.

"Answer me, what is the purpose of your existence?"