Chapter 682 Weapons and Isolation!

The next day, as soon as he arrived at the location of Skynet Space and appeared in front of the big light ball, Bacon really believed that Instructor Miller was not kidding him. After only three days, he would start his second dungeon journey!

"Bacon, remember what I said, you can do whatever you want in the alternate dimension, but except for one thing, you must not attack your own people. I mean you can ignore them, drive them away or even beat them up, but you must not kill people!"

Instructor Miller looked serious. Due to time constraints, he did not have time to remind them one by one, so he could only pick out the most important things and say: "Don't be lucky or think that you have done it perfectly. The alternate dimension is called Skynet for a reason!"

"I understand, instructor, but what if someone wants to kill me?"

Bacon also looked serious. He spent most of the time in the past three days training and mastering new powers, but Instructor Miller also took the opportunity to teach him in his spare time, making him understand that the alternate dimension is not a real game copy after all. Once he died in it, he would really die.

Moreover, due to the existence of monsters, super life forms, and even other humans in the alternate dimension, the risk factor is never low, and it is many times higher than the real world.

"Try not to kill people if you can. If you kill someone by mistake in counterattack, report it as soon as you come out!"

Instructor Miller thought about it and spoke slowly.

"I understand!"

After Lu En's explicit and implicit teachings, Bacon is no longer a white rabbit. He chewed on the two words "counterattack and mistaken killing" for a while, and suddenly thought about it.

"Of course, you can't just shoot at people from the first to sixth rounds."

Instructor Miller added again, Bacon nodded, and strode towards the big light ball suspended in the pure white space, while the instructor could only look at his back, with a worried look between his eyebrows.

In order not to distract Bacon, he did not tell him that there had been news circulating that was not favorable to him in the past few days. If he really met people from other rounds, he might not have a good experience.

Of course, the danger is not that great, but he is afraid of being secretly excluded or even targeted. It depends on how he responds.

While thinking, Bacon had already put on the arm armor, and then disappeared in front of the big ball of light.

There was no coldness, no shaking.

Bacon only felt his consciousness was dazed, and then the tip of his nose was lingering with the smell of grass, and then his body was soft and wet, wetting his clothes.

He was lying on a piece of grass, and it was a wet grass!

Without opening his eyes, Bacon understood the environment he was in. Then his eyelids twitched, and the surrounding scenery came into view. It was indeed green grass. Three or five meters away, there was a stream flowing slowly, and the sound of water was gurgling.

Bacon stood up directly with both hands. The first thing he checked was his left hand. The original exquisite arm armor had disappeared without a trace, but he was not panicked, because before coming in, the instructor had mentioned that due to the different rules of the different dimensions, the manifestation of extraordinary power is also different, and the armor will be transformed into the corresponding form.

"Then this world."

Bacon felt heavy on his back, stretched out his hand and touched a rough hilt, then with a clang, he pulled out a half-man-length broadsword, with blood-colored lines and grooves on the sword, and a scarlet eyeball on the hilt, lifelike.

"It has become a weapon, a big sword!"

Just holding the hilt, Bacon felt a force filling his body, and he could stimulate the ability to absorb life at any time. He felt a little confident in his heart. The only worry was that he didn't know any swordsmanship at all, and it might be difficult to bring out the exquisiteness of it.

The rules of each different space are different. The same power has different forms of expression, and there are also differences in superiority and inferiority. For example, compared with a swordsmanship master and Bacon, under the same weapon, the swordsmanship master is naturally more powerful. The power is dead, and the person who uses it is alive.

"But it's not bad, it's acceptable."

Bacon didn't put the sword back into the scabbard, but held it in his hand and tried to wave it a few times, and it felt okay.

He heard from Instructor Miller that some of the extraordinary powers in the alternate dimension are manifested in the form of illusory magic and fighting spirit, which is really pitfall. The power flows in the body, but it is extremely difficult to use it. It is said that casting a magic is more difficult than the last few math questions in the college entrance examination. Once you encounter this kind of alternate dimension, even a top student will cry out.

This is also the reason why most newcomers are selected from the army and students, and they cannot be too old, because this is the stage when the learning ability is the strongest, and they can adapt to any form of power quickly.

After feeling the power, Bacon looked up and looked around. As expected, he found several figures lying around, each carrying a weapon on his back, and one of them was carrying a big bow, and his pupils shrank slightly.

This kind of long-range weapon, if used, is a real killer, taking advantage of the boss, but if you can't find the trick, the power is not as direct as a fire stick.

As he looked around, these people gradually woke up. They didn't make a fuss or make a fuss, but they all behaved in the same way, first checking their weapons and then looking around.

Of course, there were a few complaints from time to time.

"I actually got a rapier, my luck is too bad!"

"I'm even worse, it's actually a hammer, it looks so bad!"

"Hahaha, my weapon is actually a bow!"

The figure carrying the big bow suddenly laughed out loud.

"Can you use a bow?"

Someone next to him brightened up.

"No!"

"Then what are you laughing at?"

"Because I'm so sad, I can't even cry!"

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There were six people who woke up one after another. No matter what they thought in their hearts, at least on the surface they were harmonious and started talking to each other. However, when it was Bacon's turn, there were some problems.

"My name is Bacon, from the fifth game!"

Just like before, after Bacon introduced himself, he found that as soon as he finished speaking, the eyes of others suddenly fell on him, with curiosity, rejection, and even hostility.

"Are you the guy who ate alone in the assessment copy and made everyone else fail the mission?"

A muscular young man pushed everyone aside and walked forward, not hiding his hostility: "I've heard of you, you are a sinister, cunning, selfish guy. I won't cooperate with you anyway, because I don't trust you!"

"Me too!"

"Count me in!"

"And me!"

Bacon was confused, but the people around him were like he had a plague, and they quickly stepped back, isolating him in an instant, and he stood alone in the same place.

At this time, Skynet's mission also appeared in time and flooded into everyone's mind.

"Number: 9527"

"Mission objective: Help the townspeople resist the attacks of vampires!"

"If the mayor/sheriff dies, or the number of townspeople killed exceeds 20, the mission will be considered a failure. At least two low-level vampires must be killed!"

"Mission reward: Source Gold (locked), Source Stone (probability drop)"

"Failure penalty: Deduct Source Gold (2) and the corresponding Source Stone. If the amount is insufficient, it will be deducted from the Source Gold weapon."