Why didn't I notice this last time? An Yan looked at it in a daze. He could understand what was in front, but what was behind? Innate ability? Crystal coins? There was even a storage space? Where is it? Where is the storage space?
Just as An Yan was searching, the floor lit up. Then, An Yan felt a small space appear in his mind. It was a small place with a length, width, and height of one meter. There was nothing inside. He looked around carefully, but it was the same everywhere. The soft white light was the same as the wall. There was nothing else to see. As the thought of leaving rose in his mind, he returned to the small square in reality, and he was still sitting on the bench.
"Storage space? Is that true?" An Yan couldn't believe it. He looked around and found an ice cream bag.”
With a thought, the ice cream bag magically disappeared.
"It's actually true!"
An Yan couldn't help but jump up excitedly. He laughed out loud. This magical ability made him much happier than the Slam skill. This was a top-notch equipment for home travel and killing. It was a rare treasure even in Xianxia novels. Other than the fact that the space was a little small, this storage space was even more hidden and powerful than the storage ring. Think about it, you have to wear the ring on your hand. If you lose it, you will be dumbfounded. However, according to An Yan's understanding, this storage space should be in his mind. Who could think of it and who could snatch it?
"What are you screaming for? What the hell? Was he gloating?”
An Yan's " ghost scream " stopped abruptly. He had almost forgotten that today was a disaster day for many people. They might have lost their homes or even their loved ones. Wasn't he also a victim? It would be strange if he wasn't annoying to laugh like that!
An Yan sat on the chair without saying a word. He suppressed the excitement in his heart. He took out the trash bag and put it back in. He was having a good time. After he had enough fun, he focused his thoughts and returned to the Space of Consciousness. He named the place he didn't understand the Space of Consciousness. Of course, this was thanks to the novels he had read. There were a lot of names in the Space of Consciousness, the Sea of Consciousness, and the Dantian. He felt that it should be on his head, so he named it the Space of Consciousness.
He focused his attention on the " Bash " skill. He saw that the blue font of the skill had turned pale, and it looked very inconspicuous under the white wall. The original skill," Roar ", had disappeared.
"What's going on?" An Yan was stunned, but the next moment, he remembered the scene he saw in front of the rented house. There was a tall and burly man inside. That person should be the Barbarian. Although it was very different from the scene in the game, it was just as wild and bold. Perhaps it was because he did not have enough skill points. After choosing one, he could not choose the other. This was quite different from the game. Although he couldn't choose it in the game, he could at least look at it.
" Oh, I know," An Yan almost shouted again. He remembered that there were many differences between Diablo III and Diablo II. One of them was that after choosing a skill, the other skills would be hidden and would only appear when the next level up. The majority of the players had a lot of complaints about this. It greatly reduced their chances of enjoying themselves and did not give them a long time to study future skills.
After obtaining the Barbarian's skill, he was happy but also a little regretful. As he had been weak since he was young, his dream was to become a mage. Most of the characters he played were mages, so he was not familiar with barbarians. Also, his title was the Beginner Barbarian. Did that mean that there were also Intermediate or Advanced Barbarians? What were the rules for Barbarians to level up? The more he thought about it, the more questions he had. He might as well not think about it anymore. There would always be a way out when the car came to the mountain. How could a living person suffocate to death?
Thinking about the skill " Bash ", his hand unconsciously moved. After all, this was the most basic and simplest skill, which was to hit all the power and attack fiercely. He unconsciously waved his right hand. His clenched fist brought about a gust of wind. This speed, this speed seemed very abnormal. The main thing was that it was too fast. It was several times faster than his usual speed. When he was free, he would also move his arms and legs, but his speed was very slow.
He tried again but failed. He returned to his original speed. He calmed down and thought about the feeling just now. He concentrated his strength and attacked! He once again felt the speed of his fist. He felt that it was faster than a boxer's, but he could not use it in a row. He had to stop to accumulate power every time.
After striking and retracting the attack dozens of times, he felt the muscles in his arms ache. His hand movements stopped, but the deduction simulation in his heart did not stop. He recalled the Barbarian's movements and slowly corrected the errors in his movements. Then, he began to train with his left hand. This time, because of his experience, he quickly overcame the discomfort in his left hand. His movements were very fast, and he used the Bash very quickly.
Of course, speed alone was not enough. Strength was also required. An Yan had yet to solve this problem, so he did not think of a solution. He was just a small employee, not a boxer. The faster he worked, the faster his work would progress, and the more he would earn. It was useless to have so much strength.
After a while, his right hand had almost recovered. On a whim, he slammed the bench. After some practice, he had already mastered the technique of punching. His fist smashed into the bench with a whoosh.
"Kacha!"
" Oh my god!" An Yan cried out in pain. He grimaced and covered his right hand. He jumped up and moved carefully. Fortunately, his bones were fine, but he couldn't use any strength for the time being. This time, his mind was much clearer. Wood was much harder than his hands.
"Eh, did I break this?”An Yan sat down again and saw that a wooden board was broken. However, the moonlight was not bright, so he could not see if the crack was new or old. He could not remember if the wooden board was intact the last time he came. The benches were made of iron, and the wooden planks on them were each three fingers wide and one finger thick. The planks were very strong, and even if they were deliberately smashed with their heads, they might not be able to break them.
Did he break it just now? An Yan felt the pain in his hand. He felt that he should wait until dawn to see. However, he had other thoughts in his mind. The Barbarian's skill was really barbaric. It was a direct attack without any technical content.
"It would be great if the barbarians were replaced by mages!”A certain person thought thoughtlessly. This was really inhumane. Think about it, An Yan's body was originally very weak, but after such an accident, his body had obviously improved. He was even better than an average adult man. This was the only thing that An Yan was satisfied with, but he did not like rude and rude behavior. He yearned for the carefree and casual style of a mage. With a flick of his finger, the enemy would be reduced to ashes. It was many times more handsome than a warrior who fought to the death.
It was useless to say anything. He did not know how to change a barbarian into a mage. The most important thing for humans was to be content. He comforted himself," You should be content with such an encounter. So be it if you are a barbarian. Just make do with it."”
Then, he became excited again. He had read many novels. There was no need to mention those Xianxia novels, but he felt that he could also be the main character in urban novels. In the past, he was weak and sickly. When he was in school, he did not dare to fight with other students. The only two times he was beaten were by others. Now, it was different. He imagined himself as a "martial arts master", saving beautiful women from danger at night, fighting crimes, and becoming a superhero."Hehehe" An Yan felt a little cold on his chin. He reached out to wipe it, and it turned out that his saliva was flowing out.
He did not know when he had left the mental space and wiped his shirt. Anyway, he could not wear it anymore.
There were still noises in the distance. It was going to be a sleepless night!
It was indeed a sleepless night. When the meteor shower appeared here, it actually appeared on this half of the Earth.
The meteor shower didn't just bring about fire and craters. Tens of thousands of buildings were hit by meteorites, and the number of people who died directly reached tens of millions. Many people who were hit by meteorites had already lost their bodies. These were all small matters, and compared to some things, they were indeed. For example, the Antarctic glacier was hit by a huge meteorite, and then the Antarctic plate broke into more than ten pieces. In an instant, the impact brought about a tsunami that covered the sky. The neighboring South America first suffered an earthquake of magnitude 7 on the Richter scale, and then was submerged by the tsunami.
Of course, other places were also affected, but because they were not as close as South America, although they felt the earthquake, it was not very strong. However, the arrival of the tsunami still caused many coastal cities to be destroyed. Not only that, but due to the collapse of Antarctica, a large number of glaciers were either melted or collapsed into the ocean, causing sea levels to rise.
The direct impact was very intense, but none of this had arrived yet, so An Yan was still dreaming. He curled up on the bench with a silly smile on his face, completely unaware of the danger.
Perhaps it was because of the meteor shower, but all communications around the world were cut off. Even the radio stations that did not broadcast through satellites could not be used. All they could receive was rustling noise. Under such circumstances, although the government tried their best to save the lives of the people, it was obvious that they were not slacking. This wasn't a disaster that could happen in dozens or hundreds of cases. Who knew how many people in the country needed to be rescued?
The government could only do this without a unified deployment.
Although the country had already taken similar measures, that was only under the assumption that the satellites were destroyed. They did not expect that even the radio would lose its effectiveness. For a time, communication was back to the Qing Dynasty. Oh, no, it was a little better than the Qing Dynasty. At least the police cars were equipped with high-powered horns, so that they could maintain order in the panicked crowd and not fall into anarchy.
What people didn't know was that an even greater disaster was about to arrive. Of course, it would be a tsunami. After a few hours of travel, the tsunami reached the city. Because all the signals were not working for some reason, and the satellites could not be contacted, no country could predict the tsunami.
An Yan didn't know either. He was sleeping on the bench. After being hit by a meteorite, saving people, and practicing the Slam skill, he was already very tired, so he slept very soundly. He didn't know that God never made an appointment to play tricks on people.
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