Chapter 243 Sword Dance, Multiple Futures

Opening his eyes, Lu Mingfei looked at the pure white space above his head.

This is hell, the hell of death.

The death in his mind was vivid, and Lu Mingfei seemed to feel the deep sea swallowing himself again.

But all this is just an illusion, the so-called traces of the memory of death.

"..."

『Rare sobriety, suppressing emotions in the heart, a good idea, I don't object to you killing me. 』

According to your cognition, killing "me" has no effect on me.

"What is the next [training]?" Lu Mingfei was neither happy nor sad.

He understood one truth - shouting and killing the system is meaningless.

To kill the system, you need to be strong enough.

Before the claws are sharp enough, Lu Mingfei knows that he needs to "endure" and sharpen the sword to be sharp enough to pierce the life of the system.

『Very good, then the next is the 81st floor of the dungeon』

The system, that is, Bai Mo's voice fell, and the world in front of Lu Mingfei seemed to fade away from the original color, the pure white and blue melted one by one, returning to its true appearance.

This is the first cell, and he holds an iron sword in his hand.

The faint light of the oil lamp illuminates this place. The moss on the wall drips dirty water. There are several rotten corpses on the ground nearby. These corpses have shriveled into mummies.

Following the burning oil lamps hanging on the wall, Lu Mingfei looked outside the rusty iron door.

There are more than a dozen fallen corpses in the corridor. These corpses are full of swords and knives, like hedgehogs. The smell of blood indicates that these corpses have not been dead for a long time.

These corpses are zombies. They gave Lu Mingfei several deaths at the beginning.

However, these memories have been almost forgotten. Lu Mingfei no longer remembers how he died at that time.

Cut open the chest, pierced the heart, cut the throat...

Maybe happened, but Lu Mingfei doesn't remember the content.

『Clearance strategy, you need to kill the BOSS of the 81st floor dungeon』

The voice ended, and the zombie in front of Lu Mingfei stood up staggeringly.

Wearing tattered armor, the zombies rushed towards Lu Mingfei with their fangs and claws.

Too slow.

Lu Mingfei was somewhat suspicious of why he was killed by such zombies at that time. Obviously, their speed was so slow and there was no threat at all. As long as he kept his eyes on the trajectory of every action of the zombies, he could determine its attack route through the description in his mind and then kill them.

"How did I... die at that time?" Lu Mingfei held the iron sword and felt its vibration in his palm.

With a slight shake, the sword blade passed through the air, and in this resistance, it was hit by the throat of the zombie.

It looked very funny, or funny.

Lu Mingfei was like a child swinging a wooden stick in his hand, without any rules and logic. The zombies seemed to be stupid, and they hit Lu Mingfei's sword blade stupidly, cut a huge hole, and staggered together.

From the beginning to the end, the total time was seventeen seconds, and the zombies on the first layer were completely chopped into hundreds of pieces by Lu Mingfei.

"Sword." Lu Mingfei leaned against the wall, reached out to touch the blade, and wiped the black blood off it.

When he calmed down, Lu Mingfei's fingers felt the cold ice in all this.

It felt hard and had average hardness, just an ordinary iron sword.

But for some reason, Lu Mingfei seemed to be able to feel it breathing, and the sword echoed like an instrument when it was struck by his fingers.

Bell sound? The death song of the bell.

None of it matters, none of it matters.

Lu Mingfei stood up, held the sword in his hand, and pushed the cell in front of him with his other empty hand, then stepped on the creaking steel and walked into the corridor.

The dark and deep oil lamp illuminated the corridor, and in the silent environment, there was only the heavy lingering sound of Lu Mingfei's footsteps.

This sound was very strange, and it was not like what an animal like human could make. Instead, it was like the meat pads of hunting beasts absorbing the sound of landing.

"The second sword." Lu Mingfei stepped forward and reached out to pick up the dagger on the ground.

Unlike the iron sword, which is about one meter long, it is very small. The fracture on it shows that it has experienced a lot of wars and the weapon broke in the collision.

"Stairs."

Lu Mingfei looked up and looked at the stairs at the corner in front of him. He heard the sound of something colliding, like a few bones.

Crack, crack...

"Monsters on the second floor." With a solemn look in his eyes, Lu Mingfei unconsciously entered the state, his whole body became a whole, his five senses replaced by intuition, and his breathing was a comprehensive adjustment of his body.

After landing, Lu Mingfei moved two meters in front almost instantly, and then repeated it continuously.

There was no sound, not even the slightest sound of wind caused by his high-speed advance.

Walking into the stairs, Lu Mingfei glanced and confirmed the enemy in front of him.

There were a total of seven skeleton monsters, and the number of these skeleton monsters was scattered. Except for the two moving ones, the remaining five stood still and looked in front of them.

Calculating the fan-shaped area, Lu Mingfei looked up at the sky.

Although he didn't understand how it was done, the space here was not a narrow corridor with zombies, but a square.

Lu Mingfei pondered the scattered stones and took the speed of the skeletons around him into his mind.

A battle plan was formulated.

And before that... it was a test.

Lu Mingfei returned to the original floor, lifted a zombie, and threw it at the nearest skeleton monster in front of him...

"This kind of combat thinking grows really fast." Bai Mo looked at Lu Mingfei's fangs.

Test the enemy, think about how to use the environment in your mind, wander around to save energy, and then kill with one shot!

Lu Mingfei is like an assassin, or a bullet loaded into a magazine. Only when it can kill the enemy will it be handed out and sent to the position of the must-kill.

"This sudden change in style is really amazing."

What is the original Lu Mingfei like?

Loser, mud, eating and waiting to die.

Now he is tough, decisive, and merciless.

When Lu Mingfei is ready to kill you, he really devotes himself to it, waiting for the moment to arrive, and kills you without hesitation.

"In terms of skills, he doesn't need to learn anymore, and he can definitely complete the eighty-first floor of the dungeon this time."

So, how should he choose to grow in the future?

Bai Mo fell into deep thought.

The character has been corrected, and Lu Mingfei has many possibilities for growth.

He can choose to grow into a sword saint, the peak of strength, and rely on swords to cut off mountains and seas.

He can also choose to become a new king, control power, control elements, and rely on the mastery and cognition of elements to become a new king. Words are orders, and prayers are the finale.

He can also choose to live like now, struggling to survive from the number of deaths, and transform again and again, take off the old tire, and welcome the new life.

The end of humanity and the beginning of divinity.

In addition to these, Lu Mingfei has other choices. Now that his character has been corrected, he can become many "strong men".

"I'm a little confused about the choice." Bai Mo rubbed his cheeks and stretched out his hand to snap his fingers.

Let's see what kind of monster Lu Mingfei will become under different choices.

If you want to do it, Bai Mo took a step forward, traveled on the timeline, and came to the future shown by another time and space axis. (End of this chapter)