The parish of Antis in the Holy See of Light.

The priest slept quietly in his room, exhausted from the day's work, neither the Templar Order's budget nor the diocesan donations checking the accounts.

It didn't take long for the priest to fall into a deep sleep.

Tired people seem to have dreams that the priest dreams that he is sitting under the white tower and kneeling in front of his former colleague - the priest dreams that he has become pope again.

Becoming a pope is the dream of many high-ranking clergy, and even if the king meets the pope, he has to shout "His Majesty", what an honor.

However, his dream did not last long, above the originally blue clouds, a red point of light lit up, and before everyone could react, a scorching fire fell from the sky, and everyone fled in horror, but the fire caught up with one after another and swallowed them up.

The Pope was no exception, but he didn't take a few steps before he tripped over an overturned table, and just as he was about to struggle to get up, the flames caught up with him and engulfed him entirely.

At the last second of losing consciousness, the Pope saw a demon king standing in the clouds pouring flames.

The priest struggled to get to his feet, and when he was sure it was just a dream, the cold sweat was already wet in his pajamas.

In the year of the Tertiary Age, in the year 1611, in the middle of the night of May 28, all the priests had a dream, and they all dreamed of the apocalyptic scene of the demon king descending from the sky and destroying the world.

No one knew exactly what was going on, except for someone sleeping in the Dusk Mountains......

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Wang Ming's origin is the earth, but in an accident he unfortunately (or fortunately) crossed over to another world.

The process of crossing is not important. The important thing is that this is no longer the familiar Earth. It's a different world with infinite possibilities.

The first morning of coming here. The sun from another world shone on his face, and the light rich in various rays woke him from his sleep. Wang Ming got up from the ground, patted the ash on his body, looked around, and found that he was in a forest, surrounded by plants that he had never seen before.

"Eh, didn't I get blown up?" he staggered as he looked at the world around him, hugging the thick ancient trees towering into the sky, and the dense foliage covering the entire sky. Only a little bit of light flowed down through the gaps in the foliage.

It seems that this is the so-called other world, and the next step is for the heroine to appear in her arms or the gold medal fighter to recognize the boss, or is this a otherworldly torture novel that starts with the opening of the golden finger?

Wang Ming raised his head arrogantly, ready to plant his flag all over the world.

A huge black shadow swept over the forest, and the roar of the desolate beast resounded throughout the forest.

“…… Help!" The future master of this world shouted a sentence that would never go down in history.

Normally, at this time, there will be future companions to save the protagonist, but the one who came to find the sound was not the Royal Sister Warrior, not the Lori Mage. Not a teenage priest, but a white tiger with gray markings. The burning eyes had already declared the tiger's desire to eat.

Experts say. Skipping breakfast is not good for your health, and this hungry demonic beast [Cangyan Tiger] is looking for its own breakfast at the moment. However, Wang Ming didn't think so, he always felt that it was better to be vegetarian for breakfast, so he turned around and ran away the first moment he saw Cang Yanhu.

Of course, the tiger is a staunch meat eater, and chased after him as soon as he took his foot in breakfast.

"What should I do, what should I do?" Wang Ming asked himself, after all, he was just a high school student who lacked exercise, and it was really difficult for him to let him do such a dangerous thing.

"Do you want to lie down and pretend to be dead?" However, considering that tigers do not necessarily have the hygienic common sense of "not eating expired products", Wang Ming decided not to take this risk.

"It's really not okay, I'll turn around and play with him?" But he had heard that a lion and tiger beast could slap off half of a person's face with a single palm, and his own few catties of flesh were just a matter of two slaps.

"This doesn't work, that doesn't work, just hit it and die. ”

After thinking about it, and looking back from time to time, someone who was absent-minded accidentally tripped over a tree root with his left foot, and after drawing an ungraceful curve, he fell heavily to the ground.

In the last moments of his life, a white tooth in his frightened pupils was embedded in a bloody mouth and bit down on his throat.

"The tooth was only three inches and a quarter from my Adam's apple, but after a quarter of an hourglass, the owner of the tooth would die. ”

A giant tree suddenly appeared on the tiger's waist, and the huge impact force slammed it away. Unlike Wang Ming's fall, the tiger drew a beautiful arc in the air and fell into a huge pit. In golf terms, it's called a one-shot eagle.

It seems that someone has planted a stake in the pit, and the tiger roars miserably as soon as it falls into it, and at the same time, countless sharpened wooden spears fall from the treetops, and it rains down into the pit, and the tiger's screams become more and more terrible.

The tiger let out a low roar, and a strong wind current gathered around, entangled in the pit, and swept away the falling wooden spears. The bloodied tiger struggled to crawl out of its pit, a light black air flow wrapped around it, and any wooden spear that approached it would be deflected by the air current.

The chant sounded behind a bush not far away, and a boulder beside the pit was lifted by a pair of invisible hands and moved above the pit, and then the hands were apparently released, and the stone smashed the tiger back into the pit, and after an unprecedentedly miserable cry, there was no more sound in the pit.

Behind the bushes came a group of spherical creatures armed with wooden spears and stone axes, led by a little girl with long golden hair, in Wang Ming's words, the so-called blonde Lori.

"When we first met, my name was Yu Huang. ”

But because it is a language on the mainland, Wang Ming can't understand it at all. Seeing that he didn't understand, Lori raised her hand and whispered the spell of [Knowing the Language], a pinprick feeling flooded in Wang Ming's heart, and then he found that he miraculously understood Lori's words.

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It's a world of swords and sorcery, and it's not good. But it's not far off.

Feather Phoenix pulled out a red dagger and cut the tiger's corpse. Peel the skin off the corpse. Then he made a cross-shaped opening in his head, and picked out a blue-purple crystal in the middle.

The feather phoenix wiped the bloody crystals on the tiger's body and threw them into the small leather pouch around his waist.

Feather Phoenix stood up and snapped his fingers, and the spherical creatures immediately ran over and carried the dismembered tiger away.

"Are these creatures ......?" asked Wang Ming curiously.

"That's right, these are the so-called slimes. ”

"Then you are...... Humans, elves?" Wang Ming was still curious.

"I am a Warcraft, to be precise, my father is a [Fairy Dragon]. And the mother is a [Colorful Phoenix]. ”

"Oh, bastard. ”

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Wang Ming looked at the boulder that was blown into powder in a daze, and finally understood what it meant to be in trouble. It seems that you want to put a sensitive word blocker in your mouth......

Because he was a newcomer, Wang Ming naturally wouldn't have a villa or apartment here, so he had to follow Lori to her residence.

Feather's residence is a wooden house built on a large tree, which is difficult to spot from the outside thanks to the cover of branches and leaves, and is suitable as a secret base for lurking.

However, the thought of building her home as secret as a nuclear bomb silo can only be said to be a strange brain.

The specifications of the hut were originally specially built for Lori's body type, and Wang Ming spent a long time trying to climb up. I found myself only bowed down in a small wooden house. I have to say that the cottage is exquisite, bookcase, bed, table. The windows were mostly obscured by the aerial roots hanging from the trees, but through the gaps, you could still see the green outside.

There is no such place on earth, and there are only modeled artificial attractions in the highly polluted world, and no matter how beautiful they are, they have no soul.

However, Wang Ming didn't come up to see the scenery, Yu Huang spread out a book in front of him, on which were painted with various distorted human figures.

"Think about the profession you want to practice, once you choose to change it, it will be troublesome, and some professions need to be deleted to re-practice. ”

On that page were words such as warrior, knight, assassin, druid, etc.—a basic vocational training manual, a textbook for training low-level occupations.

Wang Ming looked at it for a long time, but he didn't find a career he liked.

"Isn't there a mage?" Wang Ming asked.

"Yes, Mage, you turn the page, on the next page. ”

Wang Ming turned the page. The paper reads: "If you want to cultivate this profession, you will have to pay the price of selling your soul to demons......"

“……”

Yu Huang found that Wang Ming's pupils constricted when he stared at the line of words, grabbed the book, glanced at it for three seconds, turned a page back, and said, "You turned an extra page." ”

Wang Ming took the book again, and then saw the normal content.

"What is that soul-paying profession, it looks murderous. ”

"That's what you say, it's called [Demon Warlock]. You don't have to think about it, only desperate or psychopathic people will practice. ”

"What happens when you practice?"

"It is said that there is a little JJ ...... in Ikegi"

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"So you've decided to become a mage?" Feather Phoenix pulled out the same items as she needed from the table.

"That's right, there are warriors and archers on the earth, the priest is purely to help the gods, and there is no future, as for the druid, it seems that even flowers and plants can't be trampled on......"

"That's right, that's right, girls should be mages and priests. Feather took out a cracked crystal ball and placed it on the table.

I have to mention that Wang Ming has a beautiful face that is very wasteful on him, if it grows on a girl, it must be a country and a city, and if it grows on him, it will be a demon......

"Bastard, labor and management are men!" Wang Ming roared.

"When you say that, look in the mirror yourself first. ”

"It's not my fault that I grew like this, I can't pour my own sulfuric acid, right?"

"Don't talk nonsense with you, press your hand on the crystal ball, then close your eyes and feel the fluctuations of the magic. ”

Wang Ming closed his eyes and did so, slandering in his heart. After a long time, when he was woken up again, he was drooling and snoring.

"Huh, is it time for dinner?"

"Eat your sister, how long have you been feeling it, and you actually fell asleep like this. Sure enough, you're a Beagle Pig!"

"But I'm really sleepy......"

"Look. There are beautiful women gone!"

"Where, where?" Wang Ming looked around with his eyes shining.

"The spirit is so good. Sure enough, it's a creature that thinks with its lower body!" Feather Phoenix said with a merciless blow.

"At least prove that I'm a man. ”

"I only admit that you are a lily. ”

“……”

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Yu Huang: "Regarding your mage talent, I regret to tell you that you are not suitable for cultivating magic, in fact, with your inductive power, even if you practice for a lifetime, you can only put a few small fireballs. ”

Wang Ming: "That's really a pity. ”

Yu Huang: "Similarly, because of your induction problem, all mage-based and mystery-based classes have said goodbye to you. You can only cultivate the Warrior class. ”

Wang Ming: "Don't, I'm an eternal mage!"

The feather phoenix god chattered: "The world will never be as you wish - "Tahiriya Tales". Young man, you still have to accept every dish that fate has arranged for you, oh, this sentence is also Tahiriya's. ”

"Bastards who only know plagiarism......"

Wang Ming stood naked under the waterfall, bearing the impact of the water, and a warm air flow in his body was running at high speed, resisting the cold water flowing down from his head and face. This is the so-called [Dou Qi], after being poured a lot of strange potions by Xiao Lori, this kind of thing appeared in the body.

However, the effect of the potion is not very good, according to Yu Huang. With his own qualifications, even if he is playing with his life to cultivate his fighting spirit. When you die of old age, it is the appearance of the third and fourth orders.

Sure enough, after cultivating for an afternoon, after the medicinal effect was exhausted, all the fighting qi that had been gathered for a long time was dissipated.

"Is there no way? Is there no other profession?"

"Yes, there are, and there are many, many of them are promising careers. ”

As soon as Wang Ming heard her say this, he immediately sat up straight: "For example?"

Yu Huang had the expression of an uncle who abducted the little girl: "For example, [Night Singer] and [Dark Fire Knight], these two professions do not require much talent when cultivated, and their strength is strong, and they have a crushing advantage over other ranks of the same level. ”

"Sounds good, I'm going to practice. ”

Yu Huang pulled out the dagger and stared at Wang Ming's neck and observed repeatedly: "The only drawback is that these two professions can only be cultivated by [undead creatures], or to put it bluntly, these two professions are subspecies of undead creatures, if you insist on practicing, I will use the life and death transformation ritual to turn you into [undead] now." ”

Wang Ming's back was cold: "Hah? Then forget it." ”

It's obviously a terrible truth, but it was said so easily by Yuhuang: "Then there's [Blade Dancer], a class with extremely strong melee combat, with strong mobility and attacks, and a high-speed combo with a large weapon but a small weapon." ”

"Sounds great, I'm going to practice. ”

"In return, the hand is cut off and replaced with a special blade prosthesis. "That's the terrible truth of the above.

“……”

Wang Ming felt that his wrist was cold.

"I've got a lot of good materials, and if you're going to practice, I can build you a good prosthetic. ”

“…… What else?" Wang Ming felt that his whole hand was cold.

"Another example is the [Fairy Bundler], as long as it is the [Fairy Bloodline], it can be cultivated, and it has nothing to do with talent, or in other words, the Fairy Bloodline has its own excellent talent. "It seems to be some terrible profession, but Yu Huang's face is innocent and harmless.

Wang Ming felt that it was best to ask clearly: "I'm not a goblin! I'm a human being." ”

Yu Huang smiled mysteriously: "I know a way to turn you into a goblin. ”

This time there was an unprecedentedly intense chill between the legs: "How do I think the price must be very high......"

"There are only women in the goblin clan, and if men are to be transformed, gender will also change. But it doesn't matter, you're a girl. Feather's expression was as holy as an angel descending, in stark contrast to what she said.

“……”

Now he knew where the chill was coming from.

Yu Huang took out a jar of black liquid, and the viscous liquid creature squirmed in the bottle: "Come, drink this bottle of [Nether Flower Dew]." ”

“……”

He's already made up his mind, he won't drink it when he dies!

Yu Huang put the potion back in the cupboard, and said, "Actually, there is a normal profession. ”

Wang Ming breathed a sigh of relief: "Why didn't you say it earlier, could it be that it was funny to tease me?"

Yu Huang reopened the book: "No, I'm just teasing you...... Ahh The other class is called Berserker, which uses a berserk force similar to Fighting Spirit, or Fighting Spirit - it's just a name, so there's no need to get too tangled up. ”

“…… I'm just curious to know how weird the mind of the person who came up with the name 'Fighting Spirit' must have been. ”

Yuhuang threw out a [magic missile] and hit Wang Ming's head: "I'm sorry, this strange guy is me." ”

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Yu Huang seemed to have countless unknown elixirs hidden in his body, and after pouring the golden-red almond-flavored potion she handed over, a stream of air that was dozens of times more condensed than yesterday rose in the dantian, that is, the bladder.

"Wait a minute, I'm in a hurry ......to pee," Wang Ming immediately ran to the nearby bushes, and the water rushed against the new young leaves.

"Lazy people have a lot of poop and pee. Yu Huang commented.

"Mao, how much medicine have you poured into me since the morning? Even if you drink so much boiled water, you will die!" Wang Ming was very entangled, because it hurt to speak when he was shushing.

"Rest assured, whether it is talking while shouting or these potions, it will not be harmful to the body. Feather Phoenix spread his hands.

"Are you sure?" asked Wang Ming uneasily.

"As far as the dragon's immunity is concerned, these drugs should be completely harmless, a little uncomfortable at most, as for humans, I haven't tried it, but it should still be about the same. Yu Huang said expressionlessly.

In general, with the dragon's immunity, poison can be drunk as water.

Wang Ming silently scolded in his heart: "If I have something, I want you to accompany the funeral ......"

The abruptly enhanced heat flow ran violently in the body, and bursts of colic broke out in various places throughout the body, and the heat flow was like boiling molten steel, almost melting Wang Ming's entirety, painful and hot, life was worse than death.

Wang Ming felt that it was better for him to faint quickly, but his brain was sober and he was dying, and the pain came into his consciousness clearly, and he wanted to scream but couldn't call it at all.

Eventually, the pain reached its peak, and he fell straight down.

When he woke up once, he found himself lying on the bed, his eyelids were very heavy, he didn't want to wake up at all, his body was hot and cold, but he was already in heaven compared to before. The clothes on the body seem to have been stripped off, so it's cool...... Wait, the clothes are stripped?

Wang Ming immediately lifted his anus and inhaled, fortunately, the feeling of his lower body showed that his chrysanthemum was still as tight as ever, and he had not lost his body, so there was nothing to worry about.

The next step is to check whether his body is complete? He almost died of a body explosion just now, and he doesn't know if his hands and feet are not there. After moving his hands and feet, he found that twenty fingers could run unhindered, and his fifth limb also had a congestion reaction, and a stone in his heart fell to the ground.

But the only thing that feels strange is the chest, as if it is pressed against a piece of lead, the only difference is that this piece of lead is soft, and ......

"I'm so comfortable~"

So, our protagonist is actually suffering. (To be continued......)