Chapter 134 All the sadness comes from the fact that the dungeon is too easy to pass and the monsters are too easy to fight
When the weather was slightly cooler, two figures were standing opposite each other in a room in Albert's House that was specially left empty by Mo Cheng.
Same face, same figure, even same clothes.
Exactly the same person, same posture, same... fighting spirit.
call out!
Silently and without causing any wind, Mo Cheng's fist blasted out slowly but quickly, but was intercepted by the opponent's palm. At the same time, he kicked out silently, but found that the opponent had the same idea as him, and the two feet collided fiercely.
The two sides looked at each other, and this exchange of eyes led to moves, tests, and defensive moves.
One move, three styles, one breath, three changes. In an instant, they had already fought countless times. The distance between their bodies was very close, and neither of them gave in.
In an instant, as if they had found each other's weakness, they punched at the same time, fist against fist. The impact of the force formed an aftermath that spread in all directions, but before it spread out and caused damage, it was dispelled by the two of them working together.
"Huh... the test is over."
After several days of training, he can already use his two bodies like a normal person. Whether it is a left-right fighting style or a joint attack, Mo Cheng has improved to a considerable extent.
"It's truly an ultimate skill. Ordinary skills can't even compare to this level of power."
After several days of research, Mo Cheng has roughly understood the applicability of [Division leads to Success] and the increased terror it brings to himself.
Needless to say, when the clone is released, it is like a double attack by one person, enough to achieve an enhancement of one plus one greater than two. From the output point of view, it is definitely not as simple as multiplying by two.
And when the clone merged into the body, the boost to Mo Cheng was terrifying.
For Mo Cheng, the two bodies are not primary or secondary, but as long as one body is injured, he can instantly replace the two bodies and return to normal.
The injured body can continue to recover in that space under the effects of [Berserker's Blood] and [Dragon Bloodline]. At the same time, I don't know if [Division Makes Success] is for the purpose of adapting to the rules of this world. Although the clone and the original body cannot share equipment enhancement, both bodies have six equipment slots.
Including the neutral equipment slots, there are seven in total.
Although the attributes of the equipment cannot be shared, Mo Cheng has the authority to use the equipment, which is undoubtedly a huge enhancement for him.
He even suspected that this skill was not the normal version, but was extracted from the IMBA (power-enhanced version, abnormal version, magical version) version.
To sum it up, [Divided, We Stand] doubled Mo Cheng's endurance, output, and even health bar. After integrating it into himself, as long as he was not killed instantly, he would have a template that was even more stubborn than the BOSS.
At least the dungeon boss won't be recovering blood through one blood vessel while fighting on the other, nor will it wait until the other one is almost recovered before switching directly to the other, making the player's efforts for half a day go to waste.
If they are fused together, their endurance will be doubled. If the clone is released, the violent output will be doubled. Mo Cheng does not have a suitable target to test the specific output, but it is undoubtedly a value far exceeding any previous period.
"If we can get those two things and completely make up for our shortcomings, then it will be perfect."
At this moment, what Mo Cheng was thinking about was how to get the [Long-distance Boots II] among the advanced items, or how to draw the [Geomer]'s ordinary skill [Cheat].
The former can teleport the wearer to a friendly unit, while the latter allows the main body to be teleported to the opponent's side.
But ideas are just ideas after all. Mo Cheng took a look at his experience points and knew that there was basically no hope of upgrading and gaining skill points in a short period of time.
There are too few ways to gain experience during normal time, and it is not as quick as in dungeons.
After experiencing the rewards of clearing a dungeon, Mo Cheng discovered that the previous methods of upgrading were so slow and inefficient.
Looking at the clone that looked exactly like him, Mo Cheng said, "Maybe you should think of a name for yourself?"
The clone shrugged and replied nonchalantly , "Okay, my name is Oga, how about you call yourself Lan Meng? How about I call myself the God of War and you call yourself Hell?"
"Get lost, don't try to take advantage of me!"
"Then I have nothing to say. After all, I am you."
After taking the clone back, Mo Cheng couldn't help but remain silent. Although he knew that this behavior was just a stand-up comedy, ever since that time in the ancient castle, he would perform a sentence or two every time he summoned his clone.
He didn't know why. Maybe he was bored, maybe he was thinking of everything he was familiar with, or maybe...
“…I feel lonely.”
Letting out a long breath, Mo Cheng knew very well that everything on the continent of Kovale was very different from what he was familiar with before, so much so that he always seemed out of tune with his surroundings.
"Sure enough, I have a mental problem."
Mo Cheng originally thought that returning to social life would help get rid of the depression he had endured as a savage for more than a month. But now it seems that he has some psychological problems that need to be addressed .
Should I go to the confessional of the bishop of the Cathedral of Glory, or should I go to the magician of the illusion department to be a psychiatrist?
I don't think either of these are good ideas.
"Forget it. It's okay to ignore small problems. At worst..."
Mo Cheng, who was rubbing his temple, put down his hand and slowly opened his dragon pupils that appeared at some point. "...When the time comes, I will charge into the sinking area and use blood and killing to cleanse my psychological problems!"
Psychological problems are nothing but a small matter. With several years of experience in venting his emotions through [Foreign Land], Mo Cheng knows that all psychological discomfort can be cleared up through dungeons, monster hunting and other activities. The harder the dungeon and the stronger the monster, the more comfortable Mo Cheng will feel, and at the same time, he can resolve the sadness caused by boredom.
Seeing that the sun had risen, Mo Cheng walked out of the gate of Albert's House, entered an alley, and when he came out again, he had become a tall and thin magician, wrapped in a black robe, revealing slightly pale skin.
"Hey, this looks great."
He took off his hood and looked at his own appearance through the glass on the side of the road. His pale face, sunken eye sockets, big dark circles under his eyes and sparse hair made him look like a researcher who had died of overwork at the laboratory table.
By using the [Seventy-Two Transformations] to create this appearance, Mo Cheng made sure that no one could associate this appearance with Priest Mo Cheng of the Albert House. At the same time, the magician Magnus suit was worn silently on his body, and anyone who saw him would think he was a wizard.
A powerful and unapproachable mage.
"I am Elegy." He pulled his cheeks apart with his hands, and a big smile appeared on the glass. "Death mage Elegy."
