Bang!

The door to the tavern was kicked open, and the numb man didn't even bother to look up at the new guests. They're constantly pouring themselves with drinks, trying to numb the chrome nerves with alcohol, so that at least they'll be a little farther away from the reality of this fucking.

The bartender lifted his gnarled electronic eyes and glanced at the 'garbage guy' with a homemade firearm and a chain around his arm. The latter came to the bar with his female companion, dropped a fluorescent bottle cap, and said deftly:

"Vodka in a bullet cup with ice, mixed with a small cola. Give this lady another cup of hot water. ”

"It's a shame we don't have that great wine."

The bartender shrugged and served Leoz a warm beer and a glass of hot water:

"You know David, dare I say, you're the most tasteful of all the garbage guys. This is what I asked you to do. ”

Qiu Ran looked at the white scale floating at the bottom of the wooden cup, and hesitated for a moment, the environment here made her hesitate about the source of the water quality.

"Thanks, man."

Li Oz picked up the wine glass, but he was not in a hurry to drink, through the mask, glanced at the old man who was adjusting the revolver beside him, stared at the silver-gray revolver in his hand, and asked:

"Vic - was it made in 199?"

"Hyperion Ordnance Factory."

The old man had a scruffy beard and a decadent face, and he casually perfunctory:

"A garbage guy like you wouldn't be interested in anything that's less than thirty years old, right?"

"Weapons are exceptional, only fire and Kalashnikov can bring a little warmth in these cold times."

Li Oz smiled faintly:

"The Zhengxu Democratic Republic, the most peaceful of the four countries, kills nearly 200 million people every year with weapons produced by its Hyperion Arsenal. That's advertising at its best. ”

Smack.

The old man opened the magazine and filled it with a bullet, he raised his head, his bright yellow eyes stared at Li Oz, there were more wrinkles on his face than the lines on the floor, but these eyes seemed to run through time and space, bright and bright, reflecting Li Oz's face.

"I'll give you advice," said the old man, "enjoy life to the fullest, your days are numbered." ”

As soon as he said this, the atmosphere of the entire bar immediately froze.

"Did old Dimitri have a stupid chip implanted in his head?"

Someone muttered:

"That's a garbage guy, just a blink of an eye, Robben, Yuri, and Zhao Ming died. He hated that he had lived long enough? ”

"Shhh......h

"Ahem, um, let's keep drinking."

Leoz turned his glass and looked at the old man known as Dimitri through the dark yellow beer.

This is an indispensable part of his completion of the Blood Demon Flow, and Li Oz can guarantee that in the entire early stage of frost plating, only this old man can make jewelry equipment.

Jewelry equipment, if you give up equipping weapons, theoretically you can equip up to 14, counting totem tattoos and the like.

This type of equipment has no equipment threshold, and there will be no lack of attributes that lead to the inability to exert all attributes, which is very suitable for a profession with low attributes such as [Mutant].

Because the [charm] attribute is high enough, plus understand some plots. He directly bypassed the tedious authentication and chat process, and immediately entered the stage of task triggering.

If you were someone else, you would have to spend at least two days here, first to find out the origin of the weapon, and then keep chatting with the old man, so that Dimitri would remind you that you don't have much life.

Now, there's only one thing you need to do.

"Can you see through how long I live?"

Li Oz asked calmly.

"My personal ability, for me, is also a curse."

Old Dimitri picked up the revolver, quickly turned the revolver magazine, and after a loud bang, pushed the revolver in front of Li Oz:

"Death is not terrible, but it would be a shame not to be able to witness it."

"What is this going to do?" Qiu Ran asked confusedly.

"Lucia roulette, as you can see, there is only one bullet in this gun, and every time the revolver pulls the trigger, if it encounters an empty space, it turns the magazine once until the last bullet is fired."

Old Dimitri stared at Leoz:

"If you have the consciousness to transcend death, I will guarantee that you will be able to see a picture that is more beautiful than the supreme one—written and painted by the goddess of death, Benixiu herself."

"Wait! Do you mean, let him shoot himself with this gun? ”

Qiu Ran anxiously pulled Li Oz's arm:

"You, don't be stupid, it's too dangerous."

"Don't worry."

Li Oz patted the other party's shoulder and said gently:

"I'm a lover of life."

The next moment, he picked up the revolver on the table, aimed it at his temple, and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

Syllable!

"Ahh Qiu Ran closed her eyes and screamed.

The bullet did not come out and was empty.

"Oh, I almost forgot."

Taking off his mask and hood, revealing his pale face, he raised his revolver, pressed it tightly to his temple, and said with a slight smile:

"That's how it's transparent."

With that, he pulled the trigger again.

Syllable!

The bullet still didn't come out.

"Hey, it's okay, don't continue......" Qiu Ran's voice trembled.

The whole bar was watching this rare scene, a garbage guy, so young and promising, and an existence with extraordinary combat power, was still able to face roulette so plainly, that people were already in awe of him.

"Don't worry."

Li Oz smiled and pulled the trigger again.

Syllable!

The crisp sound of the firing pin hitting the air was another empty gun.

With three empty shots in a row, the revolver has only 6 rounds in total, which means that the probability of the next shot being a bullet has increased by one-third.

"Don't try again, it's too dangerous."

Qiu Ran was about to cry in a hurry:

"If you were in front of me. I watched you die and did nothing to stop you, and I will blame myself for the rest of my life. ”

"No one can dominate my life but myself."

Li Oz calmly pulled the trigger again.

Click!

Hearing a strange noise, Qiu Ran's heart was half cold, she quickly closed her eyes, gritted her teeth, and held Li Aozi's left hand tightly:

"Don't die, please, please, don't die......"

"Ouch?"

Li Oz's voice suddenly sounded, with some playfulness:

"Old man, your gun is not well maintained, and the airtight structure has been relaxed."

Dimitri looked at Leoz:

"Two more rounds, you've already passed due to a malfunctioning firearm—"

Swish!

Li Oz suddenly turned the magazine.

"Don't."

Li Oz's gray eyes were full of a crazy smile:

"I'm not someone I can't afford to lose - let's recalculate!"

Dimitri's pupils shrank, and even he didn't expect anyone to be so crazy.

"You-"

Click.

Leoz raised his gun to his temple and smiled lightly.

"I'll tell you the truth, what is the goddess of death?"

Li Oz said:

"He's just an old virgin with a pad."

As he spoke, Li Oz pulled the trigger continuously.

Bang bang!

Six shots were fired in a row, but none of them were empty.

The eyes of the people in the whole bar were glazed, and they stared intently at Li Oz as if they were witnessing gods.

Li Oz slowly raised his revolver, aimed it at the ceiling, and pulled another shot.

Bang!

At this moment, the gun went off, and the bullet struck the beam of the bar, sinking deeply, and Leoz beckoned, and the bullet fell into his beer.

Burst......

The all-metal armor warhead churned and precipitated in the drink, giving the beer back its temperature.

Before Leoz pushed the bullet beer to Old Dimitri, the golden circle of light faded in his dark gray eyes.

"Vic has seven bullets, the first six of which you let me. The last six shots were frightened by fate and hurriedly stuffed them into me. ”

"I don't have a long life, but—"

Li Oz picked up the bullet beer and drank it down.

Gollum Purr - Phew!

He spat out the bullet, which still carried the smoke of flames, and slapped the revolver on the table, showing a hearty and confident smile:

"Until then, only I have to say this life."

When the long and long

The steel-core warhead swirled on the table, like a spinning top of fate, and finally stopped, and the warhead slowly settled, still pointing at Li Oz.

Smack.

Old Dimitri took a deep breath, he put away the revolver in front of him, and looked at Li Oz with a solemn gaze:

"You are the one who really controls your destiny, I admire you, come with me, I want to give you something. No one, better suited to it than you. ”

[You triggered the Career Quest: Dimitri, the Death Craftsman]

[Life Quests can only be opened once, and upon completion, you can obtain an additional Life Class "Craftsman" (not upgradeable, does not occupy the total level)]

Li Oz smiled faintly.

【Craftsman】

That's what he wants.

Although life classes cannot be upgraded, they can be advanced and transferred, do not occupy the total level and experience, and can also provide some skills, which is very cost-effective.

[Craftsman] is one of the most suitable life professions for [Stardescender], not only can you learn all kinds of knowledge, you can make some props on the science side and magic side, but also can adapt to various environments in the future star abyss.

In the later stages, the Craftsman can be promoted to a very powerful profession: the Creator of the Objective World and Material Existence

Such a lengthy name is, of course, the result of machine translation.

Players usually refer to it simply and crudely as the Creator.