"Ah!"
Zhao Mo woke up from his dream once again…
He opened his eyes. His body was already drenched in sweat. He forced himself to sit up on the bed.
The exquisite treehouse in front of him was still the same. The walls had not turned white, and the windows woven from vines had not turned into glass windows. There were still some tender grass and flowers growing on the black beams above his head. He wondered if this treehouse had any hidden dangers...
However, Zhao Mo was certain that his transmigration was a fact even before he returned home.
He was sure that this was not a dream.
Because he had woken up many times.
He had really transmigrated…
Zhao Mo slowly stood up, his right hand holding onto a walking stick that was full of patterns, trying to stand more steadily. After all, even if he was an elf, he could easily be seriously injured from falling from a tree that was more than ten meters tall.
Moreover, William Blackleaf was an underage elf who had not cultivated battle energy or magic. He was still considered trash among the elves.
" But it seems like it's worth it to transmigrate into an elf. This face, this figure, these long legs, they're all as handsome as I was before…" Zhao Mo looked at the mirror. He could not help but sigh in his heart.
However, Zhao Mo did not want to talk about the past. He had already been in this world for half a day, but there were no signs of him returning. Since he was here, he would just take it as it was. He would forget the past and live a new life. He would try his best to survive in this f * cking world with a little bit of joy in his heart.
Moreover, in this world where there might be gods, speaking nonsense would cause problems!
Although he missed his parents and wanted to see them off, he had read so many time-travel novels, but he had never seen anyone return…
And luckily…
He had two older brothers, and both of them had already gotten married. It was not a problem for them to take care of his parents.
He could only hope that this lonely single dog of his had not caused the old couple to be too sad about his sudden death from playing games. If possible, he would cry less for his unfilial son and live a healthy life.
"I am William Blackleaf. Yes, I am William!”
He walked out of the treehouse and stood on the balcony that was filled with golden light. He enjoyed the sunlight, and his body felt warm and full of strength.
William's gaze was getting further and further away, and his train of thought was getting more and more erratic…
98。
98, the game only costs 98 per month…
Indeed, Gods was a monthly virtual reality game.
After all, after generations of pay-to-win games and point card games were born, all virtual reality games in the future had completely become monthly card games.
For example, the most popular games in history were Glory, Zero, Divine Dominion, Global Sword Forum, Galaxy, and Faith. It was these games that laid the foundation for the monthly card game!
As for Gods, it was officially open beta in 2333.
Due to the fact that this unknown production company did not do much publicity in the early stages, the game was in a lukewarm state in the early stages. After all, it was extremely difficult to carve out a path of survival in many virtual reality games.
It was only after three years that it became completely popular and even reached the peak of the game's history, with 68 million players online at the same time!
There was nothing he could do about it. Technology had developed to this point. There were many idle people, but there were also many games…
Gods, this was a world with battle aura and magic.
Here, you might be lucky enough to become a dragon-slaying warrior, successfully marry a princess, and reach the peak of your life.
But at the same time, if the warriors were not careful, they would be eaten by the dragon. At the same time, they would be massacred in a city, wiped out in a guild base, and tens of thousands of players would die. It was also very common for the angry NPC countries to take revenge.
And this was a world with gods…
Every player dreamed of becoming a god.
Unfortunately, William had played for ten years in his previous life and had not become a god. He had not seen a god. It was not that he could not become a god, but he had died early…
He died in the game cabin.
Although in the history of games, be it from the little tyrant game console, computer games, mobile games, semi-virtual games, virtual games, etc., there would always be a small number of individual 'talents' who suddenly died of brain death, this did not cause fear in the players. They had to continue playing, and the medicine could not be stopped.
The money had to be replenished. The monthly card had to be renewed. Could he just watch the money disappear?
Of course, even before William died, he did not see any other players become gods, not even pseudo-gods…
The key reason was that it was too difficult.
Regardless of whether they were professional players or players from top guilds, their upper limit had all stopped at the Legendary realm. Even so, not many people had reached the Legendary realm, and the strength of the Legendary realm was divided into three, six, and nine grades.
Of course, before he died, he had just touched the leg hair in the later stages of the game…
What level did he belong to back then?
Naturally, he was also at the peak of the entire world. He was the leader of the unspecialized players, a legendary warrior!
As for his daily job, it was to help him train.
It was not limited to helping to fight (or steal) bosses. When there were rich people throwing money at them, they could also do missions to gain experience, capture pets and mounts, and so on.
He could even become an assassin and help kill someone.
After all, Legends were much stronger than ordinary players.
But it was also because of the Legend rank!
Not only did he need to spend money, but he also needed his liver.
Moreover, how could he forge equipment without money? How could he embed gems without money? How could he strengthen weapons without money? If he did not want to work hard without money, he should just quit the game…
William had been suspecting that since the bankruptcy of Netease, there must have been many programmers who chose this company. Otherwise, how could the equipment system be so trashy?
For a poor guy like him, if he hadn't started playing the game on the first day of the open beta, had good skills, and could see the future of the game, he would have starved to death in the game capsule. He had a huge advantage over the players who came later, and then he snowballed to earn money, earn money, and continue to earn money, earn money, and earn money.
"Unfortunately, my liver still died!”William Blackleaf rubbed his stomach and sat helplessly on the bamboo rocking chair. He picked up the fruit wine worth 30 copper coins and took a sip. It was sweet and not spicy.
At least he wasn't a dog in the beginning. He was much better than his peers.
"But after being reborn, I still have to continue working hard!”He had to figure out how to use his identity and how to survive!
"William Blackleaf, one of the Elven Lords at the edge of the Blackleaf Forest in the south. His nickname is the Lord of the Edge. " William only inherited a few of the previous owner's memories. I don't know why he fell so badly from the tree. He even died. Instead, he was lucky enough to be reborn in the Otherworld.
However, now was not the time to think about this. He should think about how he could do better.
"That's not right. I still remember that when I was above level 20, I seemed to have some dealings with him. He was a very powerful lord. Although the place was small, his ambition was not small.
However, half a year after the game's open beta, this guy died in a chaotic battle between many parties. His territory was even occupied by the Iron Dukedom. It was a little tragic.
His father was the previous lord of the border. He could survive in the territory of the Blackleaf Forest and the human dukedom, and he even had the ability to get along well.
However, this son of his had no future. Ever since he inherited this territory, it seemed that many civilians had passed away. It was only later that he successfully expanded the town.
After he had caused a lot of trouble, he had not pledged allegiance to the duchy, nor had he completely hidden in the Blackleaf Forest…
Although I forgot what kind of trouble it was, what he did in the later stages was simply courting death.”William sighed and began to recall the memory fragments in his mind.
The border territory didn't take up much land, and the east and west sides of the town were very vast. He could make good use of them.
There were 3000 people in Border Town, including 1500 Half-Elves, 1000 Humans, and 500 Elves.
Those 500 pure-blooded Elves…
Yes.
In his memory, he seemed to be a personal guard that his mother had given him.
These personal guards were quite strong and very loyal, but they were too arrogant. They were very unhappy with his other half of the human bloodline.
Even though his mother had royal elven blood, these 500 pure-blooded elves had planned to use their lives of thousands of years to kill William, the half-elf, before returning to the Blackleaf Forest.
"Uh…My mother is actually a member of the Elven Royal Family?”William's mind was in a mess. The sudden addition of memories made him come back to his senses.
Just as William was about to ask someone to help him patrol the territory.
A voice sounded beside his ear.
"Ding!"
"Countdown to Version 1.0 Open Beta: 364 days, 23 hours and 59 minutes."
…" The current lord of the border, the noble Elven royal bloodline, William Blackleaf!
He gradually fell into deep thought, because according to his imagination, after he transmigrated to the Otherworld, he should embark on the awesome life of defeating the dragon, marrying the princess, and meeting the gods.
But how did he become an NPC?
"Why…why do I have to face these undying players?”William was suddenly confused.
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