Chapter 61 Projector
"Scar, I'm going to trouble you for the next month."
Scar smiled grimly upon hearing this.
"Don't worry, it's only twenty times a day, not one less!"
Mo Lan smiled and went back to the shop. The gap at the back caused by the wind blade technique had been repaired. Except for the different color, everything else was no different from the original.
The next day, Yu Jinan logged in almost on time, and as soon as he did so he found a message popping up in the chat box.
The sender was Mo Lan, the date was yesterday, and the message only had two words.
"That's it?"
The moment he saw these two words, Yu Jinan's face flushed red, and there was only hatred in his eyes as he looked towards the castle behind him. He turned and left, but just as he left the area in front of the castle, a man hooked his shoulder.
Yu Jinan wanted to struggle, but the big hand was holding his neck tightly like an iron clamp, and he couldn't move at all.
But this person took him to an empty dark corner with a giggle, and at the same time put his mouth close to his ear and whispered.
"Someone asked me to bring you a message.
What about your resources, your connections, your previous abilities? That's it? That's it?"
The struggling Yu Jinan’s eyes suddenly widened, but the next moment, he felt a sharp pain in his neck, his eyes went black, and he turned into a soul and floated up.
From a window in the castle in the distance
Seeing this, Baruan couldn't help but ask.
"Father, are they undead creatures? They can be resurrected even after death. It's incredible every time I see them."
Viscount Bart also said with some amazement.
"Yeah, this is an incredible race."
"Race?"
"Yes, they, including Mo Lan, are called projectors by the city lord."
"Projection? Projection like a higher demon?"
“Well, they are not from this world, they appear out of thin air, like high-level demons projected from the abyss into reality.
So they are like high-level demons and cannot be killed in this world.
But every time they die, they become weaker, and if they die too many times, they will disappear from this world and will not come back until a day or two later. Once they kill a monster, even a human, they will become stronger. "
"But there are too many projectors. Is this a new demon invasion?"
"Demon invasion? Not likely. These projectors are profit-driven, but they won't kill any living creature they see like demons do, and they can communicate.
Although they are eager to kill, they never kill civilians or slaves, they only kill monsters.
Unless someone attacks them.
But one thing must be noted, they have very distorted ideas.
If you kill a slave in front of them , they will even risk their lives to attack you, or keep staring at you and kill you at all costs. "
"It's incredible. People are incredible, their behavior is incredible, and their thinking is even more incredible."
Baruan said incredulously.
“There are a lot of projectors, and although they are very weak now, they will definitely become stronger in the future.
So you should be more restrained. Later you can borrow the power and drive them to attack our opponents and enemies.
Remember, we nobles are always noble. We should be noble drivers and not use brute force.
Even if there are many projectors, they may become stronger, but as long as there is desire, they can be driven by us.
Since they can be driven by us, there is no need to worry, as long as we master the method of using them, understand?"
"clear!"
After a long silence, Baruan suddenly asked again.
"Father, I heard that someone has successfully stolen the blood of the devil and the power of the devil. Can the Projector..."
Viscount Bart looked into his eldest son's eyes, staring intently, and saw the greed in his eyes.
"Before the demon's power was stolen, no one thought that this power could be stolen, nor did anyone know how to steal this power."
"I see."
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forum
"I've been kidnapped in a dungeon. Is there anyone who can save me?"
"Kidnapped? An NPC? Where?"
"A deep, deep, very dark , dank dungeon."
"Where?"
"underground!"
"Do you remember the way there? Are there any landmark buildings?"
"I was in the imperial capital, and I was walking on the street when I was knocked unconscious, and then I appeared in the dungeon."
"Where is the imperial capital?"
"underground!"
"excuse me."
The post without any response gradually fell silent, just like other similar posts, as if it had sunk into the ocean without causing any ripples.
However, as more and more people did not receive a response, they chose to go offline and began to constantly post on the official website of "Real Game", various game forums, and Tieba.
Gradually, these silenced posts came into people's view.
At this time, Mo Lan was sitting on the chair at his desk.
With his eyes slightly closed, his mental power continuously captured the four elemental forces of earth, fire, wind and water in the environment, then mixed and compressed them together, transforming them into gray magic power in the high-speed rotating vortex of mental power.
A trace of magic power penetrated into Mo Lan's body. This time, there was no tearing sensation as before. Instead, he felt very comfortable, and his body gradually became full.
One strand, two strands, three strands, four strands...
Every ray of magic power that entered the body was directly absorbed by the Bear's Tough spell model.
With the accumulation of magic power, it finally reached the standard for activating Bear's Tenacity.
The spell was released automatically, and Mo Lan felt his body becoming slightly stronger.
He clenched his fists and swung them violently.
"Well, the power remains the same."
Mo Lan shrugged helplessly, picked up a dagger and gently cut his hand.
The skin is not damaged at all.
The force of the dagger gradually increased, and finally it was raised up and dropped violently.
The sharp dagger pierced the skin but only caused a dent, and no other wound appeared.
Mo Lan only felt a slight stinging pain, just like when he had touched a sharp blade of grass before.
There is stinging, but no harm.
"Well, it seems that ordinary people can basically not cause any harm to me unless they are holding a magical weapon."
Mo Lan nodded with satisfaction. No strength, only physical fitness. This was exactly the effect he wanted.
"Good, the first test run of Bear's Fortitude was successful."
Mo Lan suppressed his excitement.
"The next step is to see how the Bear's Fortitude is consumed and how long it takes to release it."
Although all of this had been tested many times before and confirmed many times, Mo Lan still had no idea at the moment and could only wait anxiously.
However, while waiting, Mo Lan was not idle. He sat on a chair to refine his magic power and store it in his body.
Mo Lan's spiritual power did not reveal any Dantian meridians, but only countless spectacular and coordinated body tissues and systems.
So Mo Lan directly stored the magic power in every part of his body, trying to integrate it into and store it in every strengthened cell.
As his body gradually became fuller, Bear's Tough spell model suddenly started to operate autonomously, and soon, a spell fell on his body.
Mo Lan, who was interrupted, opened his eyes and looked at the time on the system panel.
"Twenty-nine minutes, the duration of Bear's Fortitude has been successfully refreshed to one hour. I succeeded!"
Mo Lan said in surprise.
"Sure enough, this path is indeed feasible."
And just at this moment, the system prompt sounded.
"Congratulations to the player for creating a new profession. Please name it."
