Chapter 2: God's Eye View

A smell of cow dung filled his nose and mouth.

Deng Ken felt his head buzzing; his right cheek felt like it had taken a heavy punch, half his face was swollen, and there was a taste of blood in his mouth.

His face and body were covered in cow dung, and his body was sprawled next to a dung heap and haystack. Before he could figure out what was going on, he heard shrill screams coming from not far away, along with the sound of meat being chopped and bones being hacked.

A thick, bloody smell rushed into his nose.

Deng Ken stumbled to his feet, and as soon as he looked up, he saw a corpse with eyes wide open in death—a middle-aged man with a Western face, dressed like a farmer, in rags. He was already dead, blood foam still seeping from his mouth, his chest covered in blood, and a pitchfork pressed beneath him.

Another scream.

Thirty meters away, a farm woman was hacked down by a sword, and the blood spraying from her carotid artery was over a meter high.

A burly, fierce figure withdrew his sharp sword, kicked the farm woman's corpse away with one foot, and with a backhand, stabbed the farmer who was trying to resist, piercing him through.

A massacre!

This was a thorough, complete massacre.

Three fully armed soldiers were slaughtering a group of unarmed farmers. They scattered this mob like they were chopping melons and vegetables, and every swing of the weapons in their hands took away an innocent life.

He had transmigrated.

Deng Ken realized this in the first instant, and the next second, he reached out and grabbed the pitchfork nearby.

The weapon couldn't give him the slightest sense of security.

But in this situation, having a weapon in hand and being empty-handed were two completely different concepts. He spent one second observing himself: dressed in rags, still quite sturdy, a new body, very young, no serious injuries on his body, just his right cheek likely having taken a punch.

He could fight, but he couldn't win at all.

They were a group of routed soldiers.

The information in his brain was very complex; it was likely the memory of the original owner of this body. Deng Ken didn't have time to digest it; he used his powerful willpower to strip away the information most useful to him right now.

The Empire had been defeated again.

The routed soldiers were looting the village, had a violent conflict with the farmers, and slaughtered this sparsely populated village.

They didn't intend to leave any survivors because the crime could be blamed on the enemy.

"Survive first!"

Deng Ken realized he could die here at any moment.

Bandits pass like a comb, soldiers pass like a fine-toothed comb.

Routed soldiers—their actions were already no different from beasts.

These routed soldiers were like fierce jackals when facing a group of farmers, as if they could regain the courage they had easily lost when scattered by the enemy.

Deng Ken held the pitchfork and retreated quietly.

He didn't think he had the ability to take down three well-equipped soldiers who had received professional military training with just a pitchfork. One of them was dressed very much like a medieval knight, only he wasn't equipped with plate armor or a helmet; his equipment looked a bit like a surcoat and chainmail.

"Where's the cheat? Where's the system?"

"Deep Blue!"

"Add points!"

Deng Ken didn't receive any response. He had already retreated several meters by now; without a cheat, he had no chance of winning. Although he didn't know the relationship between these farmers and the original owner of the body, since he had transmigrated and obtained a new life, he wasn't willing to easily give up his life here.

So he prepared a strategic retreat.

"There's another one over there!" The man dressed as a knight had already killed until his eyes were red. He scanned his surroundings with bloodshot, sinister eyes and immediately said: "Hyena, go finish him off!"

Not far away, a fierce-looking, tall, thin man turned and approached Deng Ken.

He took a short-handled throwing axe from his waist, bypassed the haystack in front, and gradually accelerated his run, attempting to use the throwing axe to solve him at the corner.

"Enter combat state!"

In a daze, Deng Ken seemed to hear something. The next second, his consciousness began to rise into the air. In an instant, his consciousness seemed to enter a void, and then he saw everything around him clearly.

A sparsely populated, dilapidated village.

Three men dressed as soldiers were prominently marked with red icons within the map range of the village.

In front of him seemed to be a projection screen, showing everything around him with a 360-degree, no-dead-angle God's eye view.

Deng Ken saw a young man running away, holding a pitchfork tightly in his hand, while about fifty meters away from him, a tall, thin routed soldier was holding a throwing axe, bypassing the side of a haystack. Nearby was a pile of haystacks and two wooden houses; if they met head-on, he probably wouldn't even have a chance to fight. If the opponent threw an axe, Deng Ken would be severely injured if not dead.

Deng Ken wasn't wearing armor, just tattered hemp clothes and trousers.

In the bottom right corner of the projection screen.

Two routed soldiers with red icons were still slaughtering other villagers, one of whom had a star icon, likely a stronger knight. The corpses on the ground were clearly visible, and the scene was so bloody and cruel it was like watching an immersive movie.

Deng Ken's consciousness floated in the void, and the projection screen in front of him seemed like a game interface.

"Game interface?"

Deng Ken's mind moved slightly, and the black-haired youth who was stationary in the picture suddenly moved. He first walked forward two steps, then retreated one step, and then jumped in place.

He was still controlling the youth's body in the projection screen, just like controlling a character in a game from his previous life.

Only this time, he wasn't using a mouse and keyboard, but his mind, immersive, as if playing a virtual game.

"Is this my cheat?"

"Since it's a game interface, at least give me some stats?"

"Health bar? Mana? Stamina bar or something?"

His mind moved.

The projection screen in front of Deng Ken began to change slightly; a short health bar appeared, missing a corner, the blue mana bar was empty, and the stamina bar was quite long, but also consumed a bit.

He was now like playing an action role-playing virtual game, and the character he controlled was the youth's body after his transmigration.

Deng Ken's consciousness was now above the body, overlooking everything happening around him like a God's eye view!

"Are there any skills?"

"I can't just rely on basic attacks to win this almost certain-death encounter, right?"

How could a youth from a farmer's background beat three professionally trained warriors?

Not to mention the opponent had armor, and the weapons in their hands were far superior to the pitchfork Deng Ken was holding tightly right now.

—"Pitchfork Mastery: Your background, the experience of doing farm work when you were young, makes you proficient in the use of the pitchfork, far exceeding other weapons. When fighting with a pitchfork, significantly increase lethality, backstabbing, attack speed, etc. No one will pay too much attention to a farmer holding a pitchfork."

—"Combat Column 【Stab】: You have not received formal combat training; the only combat technique you are proficient in is a single stab."

—"Combat Column 【Roll】: You often fought when you were young; thanks to this, you have mastered certain rolling and dodging techniques. But it doesn't work every time; at least it's ineffective against those enemies with quick reactions."

Just this?

Looking at the lonely 'Stab' and 'Roll' combat columns, Deng Ken became a little nervous. However, fortunately, he had played countless games in his previous life, and could even poke his way to a championship in the arena with a wooden stick in Calradia. Now that he saw a familiar game interface, he gradually became much more relaxed. At least he still had a cheat, and it wasn't completely impossible to turn the tables.

Moreover, this time he wasn't operating with a mouse and keyboard; his mental reaction speed was faster. Don't doubt the combat skills of a hardcore gamer. After switching to God's eye view and overcoming his inner fear and physical instincts, he was now a little eager to try.

"I can clear the Souls series games in one life, I don't believe I'll die here."

Beside the haystack.

After his consciousness entered God's eye view, the youth's body being controlled immediately turned into a cold, expressionless warrior. The fear on his face before completely disappeared, leaving only a hint of excitement and eagerness in his eyes.

He first jumped in place, gripped the pitchfork with both hands, stabbed into the air, then rolled to the right, covered in mud and filth, and entered the other side of the haystack pile.

"The operation feel is great! No delay at all!"

Deng Ken's consciousness was controlling this body. He silently calculated the pitchfork's attack frames and attack distance, and through God's eye view, saw the tall, thin warrior not far away stopping in confusion. (60 frames per second.)

"Where did that kid hide?" The tall, thin warrior looked confused. When he looked up slightly, a scar on his chin could be seen.

Although this village was small, there was a simple fence on the periphery. As a veteran with rich combat experience, the tall, thin man originally intended to bypass the fence from the side and blow Deng Ken's head off with a throwing axe.

He was best at throwing Frankish throwing axes.

But the opponent suddenly stopped halfway, and even stayed in the space between the wooden house and a pile of haystacks.

The visibility in this area wasn't very good.

The tall, thin man subconsciously switched to dual-wielding weapons, but soon he smiled contemptuously; after all, the opponent was just a farmer holding a pitchfork, and it was impossible for him to be his opponent.

He only needed to be a little careful to catch this little mouse running away and execute him.

The tall, thin man listened slightly; he heard footsteps, very close, just behind the haystack on the side. These haystacks were two or three meters high, stacked neatly, two meters apart. The farmers relied entirely on them to light fires for the winter and feed livestock; they were also the quilts of this era—once winter came, without them, people would freeze to death.

The tall, thin man watched in all directions and listened to all sides, moving over very cautiously.

Pfft!

But what he never expected was that his every move was under the surveillance of Deng Ken's God's eye view. The moment the opponent showed his head, a pitchfork stabbed out at lightning speed, instantly hitting the head. Amidst a shrill scream, the tip of the pitchfork poked out the routed soldier's eyeball.

These routed soldiers were well-equipped, but they had no helmets or shields, and the heavy armor should have been discarded; they mostly wore light armor.

One inch longer, one inch stronger.

Deng Ken's thinking was very clear; he had God's eye view and could catch the enemy off guard.

Although the pitchfork wasn't a good weapon, it had the advantage of attack distance. This body was a young and strong lad, with solid muscles from years of labor, so a full-force blow would definitely deal damage. With the blessing of God's eye view, he could maneuver, and this big pile of haystacks was his natural barrier.

Ah!

A scream, and a health bar appeared the moment the enemy was stabbed, then the health bar disappeared rapidly.

That's it, he's dead?

This wasn't just damage; this was a headshot. Deng Ken directly poked the routed veteran's head, and the tip of the pitchfork stabbed in several centimeters. When he pulled it out, he clearly felt the bone get stuck.

Unlike playing games in his previous life, everything was true damage—cut the leg and it's crippled, break the arm and it's useless, headshot is a lethal blow. Otherwise, how could a routed veteran be poked to death by a farmer with a pitchfork in one go? If this were a game, there would have to be some back-and-forth hacking.

When Deng Ken pulled out the pitchfork, he found the tip was quite sharp. This headshot might have had the blessing of 'Pitchfork Mastery'; after all, this was a tool used for over ten years.

Moreover, under the control of God's eye view, the 'Move: Stab' he controlled the character to launch was clearly a full-force blow with waist and horse combined. If he had done it himself, it would definitely have been impossible; he would have been too nervous before even moving. But under God's eye view, as long as his mind moved, the controlled body immediately erupted with all its power.

His control efficiency over this body was pulled directly to over one hundred percent!

"This wave is winnable!"

The commotion here had already alerted the other two enemies. The whole small village had only thirty or forty people, and they had almost been killed by them. Hearing the screams coming from here, another fierce enemy immediately rushed over.

What was even more fatal was that the sinister man dressed as a knight also killed the farmer who had given up resistance and knelt to beg for mercy with one sword, then picked up his weapon and approached here at high speed.

He was an enemy unit marked with one star.

Two against one, he's going to die!

The sinister man dressed as a knight had better equipment; he wore a surcoat and chainmail. Although he also had no helmet, he had a hood on his head, with metal luster exposed at the edges. The opponent had arm guards, elbow guards, and gauntlets on his hands, and knee guards, greaves, and metal-covered boots on his legs. If not for the lack of a piece of plate armor on his chest, he would be a canned knight.

This wave is hard to fight.

Deng Ken controlled the character to pick up the throwing axe on the ground. The moment he picked it up, a crosshair interface that kept changing like a cross star appeared, and in an instant, he thought of where his chance to turn the tables was.

"One chance!"

"Must aim for a headshot!"

At this moment, Deng Ken brought out the spirit he had when he fought with his roommates in the internet cafe for days and nights when he was studying. All his attention was focused on the crosshair. The crosshair that kept changing, expanding, and aggregating represented his mastery of using the throwing axe. Without having received any professional training, he could only aim at the enemy through this violently shaking, unstable crosshair.

Just like playing a game, operational skills can make up for the lack of skills.

Hit!

Thump.

With the blessing of God's eye view, Deng Ken was like having a wallhack on. He caught the moment the enemy showed his head, even predicting it half a second in advance. A throwing axe was thrown with full force, eight meters away, hitting the forehead directly. The opponent's burly body fell down with a thud, performing the health bar disappearance trick again.

These enemies' health bars were as short as his.

On Deng Ken's consciousness projection interface, the stamina bar consumed a section, and then began to recover slowly.

"Only one enemy left!"

Deng Ken heard slight panting; it was coming from the controlled body. His own consciousness felt nothing, but when observing, he found that the stamina bar had consumed nearly half.

Although the stamina consumption didn't have obvious feedback to his consciousness, the controlled body still showed it.

Panting.

It meant that two full-force bursts had already made the body feel a trace of fatigue.

Just at this moment, the sinister-looking knight also appeared. His expression had a trace of horror, and his eyes stared fixedly at the youth not far away, seeming somewhat unbelievable. In the chaotic battle just now, the youth he had knocked unconscious with one punch had actually killed two of his attendants immediately after waking up.

Should have stabbed him then.

Beside the haystack opposite, the youth pulled out the throwing axe from the enemy's forehead with an expressionless face, and his figure began to retreat. Facing a well-trained knight head-on, he had no chance of winning at all.

The enemy only had one weakness: the head. It was hard to severely injure them without a headshot.

Deng Ken's consciousness controlled the body to retreat, without even looking back, directly drilling behind the wooden house at the corner. The sinister knight hesitated for a moment, but still chased after him, only he was very careful; the enemy was familiar with the terrain here, and he had to be wary of the opponent's sneak attack.

His two attendants were clearly killed by sneak attacks.

Deng Ken controlled the body to retreat unhurriedly, paying attention to the changes in the stamina bar. Under God's eye view, the enemy's every move was nowhere to hide. If the enemy sped up, he sped up; if the enemy slowed down to bypass, he changed direction to avoid.

The distance between the two sides was always about twenty meters, but the sinister knight couldn't find where he was no matter what. He could only feel that the youth was wandering around him like a ghost.

Hell!

No vision.

How does he know which position I'm in?

The sinister knight's speed wasn't fast in his armor. Within this range of about fifty meters in diameter, no matter how he chased, he couldn't catch up to the opponent.

Wallhack.

The enemy's psychological defense line was collapsing bit by bit!

God's eye view.

Qin King circling the pillar.

After discovering the enemy's obvious emotional changes through God's eye view, Deng Ken's spirit also began to concentrate highly.

Now is hunting time!

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That's all.】 ===== CHAPTER 3 =====