Chapter 200: A Hard-Won Opportunity for Make-up Lessons

The newbie trial mission of Dark Souls is still relatively simple. In a one-on-one situation, kill the most ordinary living corpse.

The newbie identity is a wretch, equipped with a set of basic full-body armor, a small round shield that can be fixed on the forearm, and a one-handed short sword.

The living corpse is equipped with a rusted long sword, no armor on the whole body, muscles atrophied, bones protruding. It can be said that in terms of defense, it is not as good as an ordinary adult.

You only need to suppress fear, maintain reason, not be anxious or slow, and the difficulty of killing a living corpse is extremely low.

Frank didn't even use a minute to pass this test. The moment the short sword in his hand pierced through the living corpse's brain, he officially entered the Dark Souls world from the testing space.

When his mental state returned to normal and his vision changed from blurry to clear, the first thing Frank discovered was the bonfire burning fiercely in front of him. This flame was much more vigorous than when the Ancient One took them over last time. It seemed that during this period, quite a bit of kindling had been added.

"I knew you could definitely do it, but your speed is truly fast." Beside him, a wretch with the name 'Thor' on his head came over and patted the small round shield on Frank's arm.

"The trial difficulty is very simple." Frank stood up from the ground, and a series of discomforts made his body sway twice.

"Switch the game mode from simulation to real." Thor reminded him on the side.

After Frank changed the mode according to his words, he immediately felt the difference. Nervous reaction speed, strength, physique, and other aspects of attributes were all improving rapidly. However, when it improved to about 20% of his original body, this kind of improvement stopped.

"Is there still a limit?" Frank clenched his fist lightly and looked at Thor.

"There is an upper limit. The strength that a level 1 wretch can accommodate is quite limited." Thor grinned. "Actually, I always feel it's very magical. How does it manage to reproduce my body in this world? If I can reach the top level, is it equivalent to having one more 'me' in this world?"

"Don't know, but it's estimated that the price paid is not small." Frank jumped twice and said.

Frank was not too surprised that this world consciousness could do this step in simulation. After all, it was a world. The emotion coins exchanged by throwing all the accumulated various emotional powers to the Emotional Deep Web were estimated to have directly exploded the sum of all users except her. If it couldn't exchange for some good things, the world consciousness wouldn't need to create such a game.

"Definitely not small. By the way, can you use a bow and arrow? I got you a good bow." Thor took out the long bow he had replaced from the storage column.

"Wait a moment." Frank frowned, put down the short sword in his hand, reached out and retracted his hands, and the Holy Silver Dual Pistols floated from the air, the gun handles falling into Frank's palms.

"Your own weapon?" Thor was a bit jealous. "I miss my hammer more and more. It would definitely be able to be brought in."

Frank fired a few shots at the ground. Clearly, the power of the bullets was reduced, and the consumption was also reduced. However, his "blue bar" was not as high as it was outside. It could be said that to a certain extent, this body was equivalent to a clone possessing 20% of his ability.

"I feel this is unfair. My spider web shooter should also be able to be brought in." Peter's voice was a bit aggrieved.

"Yeah." Thor replied, then was stunned, turned to look at Peter. "How did you get in? Didn't your character already die once?"

Frank looked at Peter, having the same doubt.

Peter grinned. "The death penalty was paid by Venom, so I actually have nothing to do. However, it said that if I die again this time, it won't help pay."

Thor's mouth twitched twice. "Emotionally, two cheaters, one can bring weapons, the other has two lives. You guys are truly excessive."

Frank didn't want to speak, making it seem like Thor wasn't a cheater, it was just that his cheat was sealed by his father.

"How about it? Want to go challenge?" Thor put away the bow and arrow, carried the double-handed axe, and looked at Frank and Peter.

"I still need to adapt to the body." Frank felt that he was uncomfortable everywhere now.

"There are plenty of living corpses on the road for you to adapt. Let's go, let's go." Thor pushed Frank and walked out.

"The first clear must be ours!" Peter shouted on the side, as if this were really just a game. The Venom on his body was forced to extend a fist and bumped with Peter, then retracted.

After they left the bonfire, another wretch wearing a tattered magic robe went offline silently. Some things were truly iconic, such as Frank's Holy Silver Dual Pistols. As long as you saw them, you could basically determine the identity.

By the hillside, Frank had already cleared over a dozen living corpses that had been farmed to the point of having no value. According to Thor's estimation, even if these were packed and thrown into the bonfire, they wouldn't be enough for 10 souls.

"Are you adapted yet?" Thor leaned on the slope, a bit bored. Obviously, Frank could solve it with one shot, but he insisted on playing for a long time.

"Wait a bit longer." Frank moved rapidly around the living corpse, and he discovered a problem.

After passing the initial discomfort stage, Frank felt that his current state was even stronger than the real him outside.

Whether it was the fluency of skill release, the control of energy, or the rhythm of combat, it was all much stronger than when he was training outside.

"How could this be..." Frank stopped after a headshot and muttered to himself, looking at the dual pistols in his hand.

"What's wrong?" Thor dragged the axe and walked over.

Frank said his feeling, and Thor laughed immediately. "Let me guess, your strength was obtained suddenly, and your original ability value is relatively small compared to your current strength?"

Frank nodded. He did become strong immediately after changing jobs; this was a fact.

"Then the answer to the problem is simple. Suddenly obtaining powerful strength will make your energy control and body control naturally in a disadvantageous position that is difficult to make up for, just like 'skipping class' in a game." Thor put the axe aside. "'Skipping class' knows, right? It refers to a way of temporarily avoiding practice by taking shortcuts."

Frank nodded. Thor seemed to be right. Johnson wouldn't have such a problem as him. He could not only exert 100% of his strength but sometimes even exert it beyond the normal level in a certain sense, while he himself didn't even have 100%.

"This kind of drawback does not exist when facing enemies that can be crushed, but once the intensity increases, it will appear. And the most troublesome thing is that in most cases, no one can realize the existence of such a problem." Thor continued. "After all, you yourself can't feel whether you have fully exerted your strength, so how would others know?"

"Makes sense." Frank nodded deeply.

After changing jobs, Frank's combat power had always been in the first echelon of Earth's superheroes. Even when facing Woody at that time, it belonged to crushing, so he had never felt it. Now that his strength had been stagnant for too long and others were slowly catching up, the "intensity" in Thor's mouth appeared.

"So, this is a very rare opportunity to practice the foundation again, hone various techniques and control, and the price paid is very small." Thor continued.

Frank understood now why Thor was a bit addicted to this place. Besides making money, practicing the foundation was also a reason. After all, Thor obviously had a problem similar to his own. The blessing of that hammer was as exaggerated as his own job change. ===== CHAPTER 201 =====