pertwk Chapter 103 [This is the reality you wanted]
Chapter 103 [This is the reality you wanted]
Wild Boar Forest on the east side of the valley.
Sunlight streamed through the gaps in the leaves and fell on the metal sheet.
Lightning Blade held his weapon high, a two-meter-long hardwood stick with a polished triangular iron plate tied to the top with vines.
This is the best equipment the combat faction currently has.
Below the rock, fifty-six players stood in a fan shape.
Most of them were shirtless, with animal skin skirts given to them by the system around their waists, and they carried all sorts of weapons.
Wooden spears bound with sharp stones, razor-sharp leg bones, and someone holding up a half-rotten plank as a shield.
Having endured several days of hunger and had had enough of being bullied by wild rabbits and roosters, this group of people finally had some strength and couldn't help but become a little arrogant.
They used the contribution points they had accumulated from completing tasks to exchange for this batch of inferior ironware obtained from the mine dungeon from the unscrupulous instructor, Kahn.
These are just some scrap metal products, but for them who have always used stone tools, it's like a version update.
This kind of excitement is something you can't feel even when you get your first blue weapon in Warcraft or Dark Souls.
Lightning Blade cleared his throat and opened the team voice channel, which was only available to beta testers.
"Brothers."
"I know everyone's been feeling really stifled these past few days." His gaze swept over the crowd.
"I get pecked by pheasants, kicked by rabbits, and I still have to watch the grumpy face of that NPC named Kahn."
"Those casual players on the forum are still laughing at us, saying we're just reckless fools who only know how to throw our lives away."
A few disdainful snorts came from the crowd.
"Today is the day we, the fighting faction, prove ourselves."
Lightning Blade slammed his spear heavily onto the rock, making a dull thud.
"The reconnaissance team died three times before they finally got the information: the elite monster codenamed Three-Eyed Demon Boar spawns deep in this forest."
"It's the boss of this area, and it's the current answer for this newbie village."
"Just kill it." Lightning Blade's voice rose an octave.
"Those tough, elite monsters will definitely drop equipment a hundred times better than this pile of junk."
"They might even drop a job change certificate or a skill book!"
"First kill achieved, world announcement, today!"
These words excited every veteran online gamer, and the crowd began to stir, with many people breathing more rapidly.
"Blade Bro, just tell me how to fight!" A player with the ID "Berserk God of War" waved the huge leg bone in his hand.
"I've seen the monster's mechanics. It's just a bit tougher and stronger, right? There are over fifty of us. We could drown it with just one spit from each of us."
Lightning Blade nodded, pulled up a hand-drawn tactical map, and shared it on everyone's UI.
"We'll use the tactics of traditional online games."
"This is also our only advantage: we have teamwork, we understand tactics, and we know the aggro mechanism."
"Those guys in the front row with bone shields and wooden planks are all part of the tank group." He pointed to the dozen or so muscular players at the very front of the crowd.
"Your task is simple: take turns going up to absorb the damage, hold the monster's head, and prevent it from turning around."
"The rest of you, those wielding spears and axes, are considered melee DPS."
"Once the tank crew has established aggro, everyone flank them and blast their rear!"
"Remember, the game's physics engine is very realistic; hitting weak points will definitely give you a critical hit bonus."
"If someone loses aggro, they should run out of the woods and not bring the monsters into the group."
"Did you all understand?"
"Understood!" Fifty-six voices rang out together, startling the birds in the trees.
"Let's go!" Lightning Blade waved his hand, and more than fifty people rushed chaotically into the depths of the dense forest.
Ten minutes later.
The group stopped in a clearing covered with rotten leaves.
Everyone instinctively held their breath.
Even though they had seen screenshots on the forum, they still couldn't help but feel a chill when they actually saw the monster.
Thirty meters away, under an ancient tree that requires three people to hug.
A black wild boar, about the size of a small truck, was lying there dozing off.
Its mane wasn't soft; instead, it consisted of black barbs that gleamed with a metallic sheen.
Two yellowed fangs curled outwards, exceeding a meter in length, with dried, dark red blood clots still hanging on them.
With each breath, it exhales white steam from its nostrils, scattering fallen leaves everywhere.
Right in the center of its broad forehead, a vertical crease moved slightly.
That was its closed third eye.
[Elite Creature: Three-Eyed Demon Boar (Mutant)]
【grade:???】
[Danger Level: Extremely Lethal]
Although the specific values are not visible, the bright red skull icon keeps flashing in the system view of all players.
Lightning Blade swallowed hard; he felt his palms sweating, the slippery sensation making it hard for him to hold the spear.
Adrenaline is surging.
"Tank crew... get ready." He issued the order in the team chat.
The player with the ID "Rock Solid" was the main tank for this operation, and he reluctantly stepped out of the bushes.
He was holding up the largest iron-clad door panel.
"For the sake of the tribe... I don't care anymore!"
With a roar as firm as a rock to bolster his courage, he picked up a fist-sized rock and smashed it down on the demonic boar's head with all his might.
thump.
The stone hit the boar's hard skull and bounced off, leaving not even a white mark.
But the goal was achieved.
The demonic boar roared, the sound so loud it hurt everyone's eardrums, and some people standing nearby even experienced a brief tinnitus.
The demonic boar sprang up from the ground.
Its enormous body exhibited incredible speed.
All four hooves push off the ground.
The mud on the ground exploded, revealing two craters half a meter deep.
While the mud was still flying through the air, the bio-tank had already charged up to the rock-solid ground.
too fast.
The rock-solid object could only be held in front of its chest, half-squatting in a horse stance, trying to dissipate some of its strength.
The huge fangs slammed against the wooden planks.
Along with the sound of planks shattering, there was also the sound of bones breaking.
The rock-solid object, along with its shield, was sent flying more than ten meters away, crashing heavily into the trunk of a large tree.
Snapped.
A beam of white light slowly rose from his corpse.
[Team notification: Player "Unbreakable" has died.]
Is this what real-world combat is like?
There's no parry that forcibly deducts 1 point of health?
There are no invincible frames for crouching and crouching?
one strike.
The strongest tank, wielding the best shield, was instantly killed.
"What are you all standing there for?! Are you all stupid?!" Lightning Blade was the first to react. "Its charge skill is on cooldown! Everyone, charge in! Stack it up and kill it!"
Come here.
If I run away now, how will I ever be able to survive on the forum again?
"kill!"
"It's open on the side!" Dozens of players, their eyes red, surrounded it from all sides, brandishing spears and bone axes.
Ding ding ding.
The weapon struck the boar's mane and skin.
Inferior ironware simply cannot penetrate that thick layer of skin.
The spearhead was bent.
The axe handle broke.
The players were horrified to discover that their attacks had only left a few light white marks on the monster boar, not even enough to make it bleed.
That barbed tail was like a steel whip, and every time it swept across, it could send two or three players flying.
Screams began to echo through the woods.
The system reduced pain sensation to 30%.
This is not fatal.
But it's enough to make an ordinary person writhe on the ground in pain and lose their fighting ability.
The scene turned into a one-sided massacre.
"Eyes! Attack its eyes! There's no armor there!" Lightning Blade shouted amidst the chaos, and he did just that.
He seized an opening when the boar turned around, leaped up from the side and rear, and thrust his iron-tipped spear straight at the boar's tightly closed vertical eye.
It must be said that his game sense is truly top-notch.
The angle of that attack was very tricky.
The demonic boar seemed to sense the threat as well.
It stopped moving.
The third eye, located in the center of the forehead, opened.
Inside was a murky, swirling gray vortex.
hum.
Grayish-white ripples spread out, enveloping all players within a ten-meter radius.
[Status: Petrochemical (Intermediate)]
[Description: Your muscle tissue is silicifying, and nerve conduction is interrupted. Duration: 60 seconds.]
It’s over.
Lightning Blade stared at the sky, unable to move, not even able to move its eyes, only able to listen to the sounds around it.
But the third eye did not stop.
Then, an eerie pink halo enveloped the area.
Those melee players who weren't petrified were just about to finish off the boar while it was still when they suddenly stopped.
"Who am I? Where am I?"
"I'll kill you! You stole my equipment!"
"Haha, so many butterflies..."
The teammates, who had previously worked in perfect harmony, turned around with red eyes and swung their weapons at the people next to them.
A state of chaos.
Someone was hugging a big tree and biting it frantically, their mouth full of blood.
Someone raised an axe and chopped off their teammate's neck, a silly grin on their face.
The tank was destroyed instantly.
The commander was frozen in place.
The main force of output is killing each other.
One minute later.
The demonic boar slowly walked up to the immobilized Lightning Blade.
It lowered its head, and that was the last thing Lightning Blade could see—a huge mouth dripping with foul-smelling saliva, and enormous nostrils.
Click.
Vision was plunged into darkness.
……
Respawn point.
The thatched hut, which was originally quite spacious, was now unusually crowded.
More than fifty shirtless players with blank expressions huddled together.
Their weakened state after being resurrected left them with no strength to even stand.
Everyone was shivering, not from the cold, but from the pain of being torn apart alive.
The coldness of being pierced by fangs.
The crisp sound of bones being crushed.
The terror of watching helplessly as half of your body is bitten off.
This is not a game.
It's certainly not the kind of game they've experienced where you can have fun just by moving your fingers and spending some time and game time.
This is suffering.
Even more deadly is the equipment.
Lightning Blade slumped in the corner, his eyes vacant and lifeless.
That set of iron-inlaid spear and polished bone armor cost him all of his savings for the week.
It turned into a pile of junk left in the forest, impossible to bring back.
Someone started to cry quietly.
Then came the outburst of angry outbursts.
[Forum Interface]
[Subject: Is this the level of authenticity you've been boasting about?!]
Posted by: Lightning Blade
Content: You dog planner, come out here! I don't expect you to achieve perfect balance, but can't you use your brain a little when designing monsters?!
Are these the kinds of monsters that can appear in the beginner village?
It can kill a tank with a single collision, petrify and control the enemy, and cause mass chaos!
We had fifty people, the best equipment, and the best commander, and we were wiped out without even getting a scratch!
Moreover, you lose everything upon death, are weakened for two hours upon resurrection, and have to endure the lingering, damn real pain!
This is unplayable! This monster is invincible!
Refund! No, delete my account! I'm quitting!
The comments section was flooded with messages:
"This is what you call an elite PvP team? It looks pretty pathetic."
"To be honest, I watched the live stream, and wasn't that pig a bit outrageous?"
"Indeed, if this is a hardcore setting, then at least give us some room for error, right? This is practically like trying to poke a tank with a toothpick."
"+1, I'm at the respawn point too. My chest still hurts; the phantom limb pain is really bad."
The entire page was filled with wails and complaints, mixed with all sorts of insults directed at the game designers.