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Chapter 193: Chapter 139 Pretty Good-Looking Battlefield Record (First Update)_1

The southern expedition was easier to advance than anticipated.

The only reason for the delay was that there were too many amusing incidents along the way, resulting in daily entertainment.

For instance, NPCs could be resurrected; however, due to the mechanics of this created world, there were some inconsistencies, making their friends and families’ reactions quite bizarre.

It manifested in that NPCs knew their brothers had died, they also knew their brothers had come back to life, but the latter did not replace the former.

Because the “First Under Heaven” had sufficient spirituality, they could quickly sort out their logic, and since they had always lived with such realities, it didn’t feel off to them.

But the average NPC seemed very clumsy and caused a lot of hilarity.

Players personally witnessed Soldier B, who had returned from death, having a meal with Soldier A. In the middle of the meal, Soldier A started crying.

With tears in his eyes and patting Soldier B on the shoulder, he wept, “Brother! You were such a good person! It’s a shame you died so young!”

“I also think I died too young!” Soldier B wiped his tears and said, “Please take care of my old mother. When you die, I’ll take care of your mother.”

“Yes, thank you, brother. You really are a good person; it’s a pity you died so young.”

This is some ultimate swapping shenanigans.

Fang Cheng, who also witnessed all this, felt the entire game had become quite peculiar.

Normally such matters would resolve over time, but for some reason, the world’s “First Under Heaven” became even more spirited, while the base NPCs became duller and more clumsy.

Something was about to happen.

Using in-game methods, Fang Cheng deduced that the center of the event was in the Imperial City. Probably Zhao Qin was up to some new trick, increasing the difficulty for players.

However, since he had already failed his proof of the Way, how things developed from here on would depend on the players themselves. He just needed to wait for the final outcome to see what truly lay beneath this world.

In the meantime, he needed to play the role of “The World’s Best Fortune Teller” well, moving along with the players to understand what they truly wanted.

And after learning that “Fang Cheng Ex” was “The World’s Best Fortune Teller,” numerous players came to have their fortunes told daily for a bit of fun.

“Boss Fang, could I get a girlfriend this year?”

“Don’t be too strict with the gender; tomorrow wouldn’t be a problem. Next.”

“Boss Fang, when can I get rich?”

“In your next life.”

“I’m serious!”

“So am I. Next.”

“Boss Fang, the college entrance exam is next year, but I find it very difficult. What should I do? Should I go burn some incense at a temple or Taoist temple first?”

“Uninstall the game first, then don’t go anywhere. Just go back to school and study hard. You can do it. Next.”

“Boss Fang, there seems to be a problem with my company. The boss is always making some somewhat abnormal gambling-related mini-programs. What should I do?”

“Look for a new job. After the new year, there will be many opportunities. Before you leave, don’t forget to call the police; better get it done in the next few days.”

“But the boss pays a lot…”

“No matter how much you’re paid, it’s only temporarily in your possession, and it will soon be vomited back out if you don’t leave. Next.”

“Boss Fang, my girlfriend always says I’m ugly, complains about my low income, and that I play video games too much. What should I do?”

“Break up. Next.”

While on the move, Fang Cheng felt that the players’ daily lives were quite colorful as he continued to read fortunes for them.

Besides fortune-telling, sparring every day with the “First Under Heaven” Swordsman also proved interesting.

The Swordsman was brought by Monkey and, upon arriving here, recognized him as his boss at a glance. It’s no wonder; he was indeed a person with Sword Immortal potential Fang Cheng valued highly, exhibiting decisiveness and intuition befitting a Sword Immortal.

The “First Under Heaven” Swordsman brought by Monkey was also quite remarkable.

The creator showed favoritism towards this Swordsman, gathering twice the usual spirituality in him, signaling that the creator too must be fond of swords.

However, the other party didn’t seem very smart. He charged at Fang Cheng roaring right from the start and was then slapped away by Fang Cheng, afterwards even remarking appreciatively on the slap’s flavor.

All the eccentrics converged again; the Alien army was full of talent. The “First Under Heaven” storyteller and Tang Mo were lively on the frontline everyday, recording everything they saw.

At the battlefield’s forefront, cannon fire began, and a barrage of shells smashed onto the ramparts, shattering the city gate into pieces.

The General defending the city was unlucky, pulverized by shellfire in the first volley, leaving the players to sigh in commiseration.

It had been three days since the official march southward. In those three days, players had enough time to figure out the war tactics within the game and realized that the game’s approach to war could only be described as sly.

The General defending the city was well-liked. After his death, the remaining defenders would receive a long-lasting positive effect of “Hatred Toward the Same Enemy.”

Under this effect, the defending soldiers would not lose morale even if they fought to the last man, and their strength would also increase somewhat.

The problem was, NPCs could be resurrected.

The resurrected commanding officer, face wrought with grief, stood atop the ramparts and shouted towards the front, “Avenge General Sun Chuan!”

Inspired by the General, the defenders erupted with morale, shouting at the top of their lungs, “Avenge General Sun Chuan!”