The game becomes reality: Black Myth invades the real world.

Chapter 20 House-Protecting Frying Pan

Although there are three options this time, Chen Fu will definitely choose to make the stamina potion first.

He naturally chose option one.

"You've entered Bloodblade Town. The townspeople are used to outsiders. They just ate an outsider's head yesterday, so they're not hungry yet."

When Chen Fu saw the first half of the sentence, he thought that other players had also arrived in Bloodblade Town, but the second half made his lips twitch.

Damn it, are you trying to mock me in different ways?

"You met the descendant of the Master of Skillful Arts again. He looked at you and recognized you as the man who was beheaded yesterday."

"The successor of the Master of the Craftsman did not show any surprise at your ability to be resurrected."

Chen Fu was somewhat curious. Could it be that this successor was also someone who had been rejected by death? Otherwise, why wouldn't he find something as strange as resurrection?

He continued reading the text.

"Master Qiaosheng is an extraordinary person in the mortal world who is obsessed with forging. Many monsters and demons who are obsessed with fighting for mortal land treat him with great respect and regard him as an honored guest."

"His disciples have witnessed many incredible things in the process of learning forging. Resurrection is just one of the insignificant things and is not worth discussing."

Having witnessed too much of the wickedness of the world, Master Qiaosheng and his successors resolved to bring something different to this land. They would forge items for all living beings on this earthly land free of charge, even those destined to die and cursed by demons and monsters.

Chen Fu originally thought that whether it was Qiao Sheng Gong or his successor, they were all from the same faction of demons and monsters. Otherwise, why would they be treated as honored guests? Maybe they had killed the chosen one, watched him revive, and then struck him again. That's why he wasn't surprised by such a thing.

It wasn't until he saw the last sentence that Chen Fu realized he was wrong.

Free of charge. What kind of people are these, full of truth, goodness, and beauty? Statues of them should be erected everywhere in the world.

"Would you like to step forward and speak with the successor of the Master of Skill?"

Chen Fu naturally chose yes. After waiting for a day, he could finally turn the Burial Foundation into a stamina bottle.

"Go up and greet the successor of Master Qiaosheng. When he hears that you have a need for forging, he is very willing to talk to you."

"You can take out the materials you have, and the successor of the Master of Crafts will create the most suitable uses for you. You can also ask him about methods for forging other items."

There are two options: one is to make tools using materials, and the other is to ask for recipes for other things.

Chen Fu chose option one first, and would wait until the stamina bottle was made before looking at option two to see what was special about it.

His main concern was that, like before, a large man might suddenly jump out and chop off his head.

When that time comes, it will be another eight hours.

"You brought out the Burial Foundation and wanted to ask the successor of the Craftsman Saint to make it into an energy bottle for you."

"The successor of the Master of Skillful Arts said there was absolutely no problem. Stamina bottles are essential items for those destined to make their way in the mortal world, and he is willing to provide you with assistance."

"The descendant of the Master of Skillful Arts took out three seeds from his stomach. These are another important material for making the Stamina Bottle, and I can give them to you for free."

"You're lucky. Earlier, a female chosen one came here wanting to obtain a stamina potion, but since there was no burial site, even having the seed wouldn't help, so she had to give up for the time being. You can choose any seed to make a stamina potion."

Taking seeds from the belly—people in this world are all so crazy.

Chen Fu couldn't imagine what kind of scene it would be.

And what's more, someone actually came to Bloodblade Town, and it was a female player?

He guessed it was most likely a lone individual, as no one from the Spirit Investigation Bureau had arrived in Bloodblade Town yet.

What are the differences between these three seeds?

"The choice of seed will not affect the function of the stamina bottle; it will only result in different objects, such as water bottles or bandages..."

If it doesn't affect the function, then just choose whichever one you like. Chen Fu clicked on the one on the left. Anyway, you can't tell if it's good or bad. What it looks like after it's made depends entirely on your luck.

"You handed the burial mound to the successor of the Master of Skillful Sages. He stuffed the contents into his mouth and swallowed them, then began the forging process using his stomach and intestines, vaguely saying that it would take some time to complete."

As long as it's being made, it doesn't matter if it takes a while.

"Are you planning to leave, or continue your conversation with the successor of Qiaosheng Gong?"

Chen Fu was curious about "forging other items". According to the text, the other party must be able to make things, but it was unclear what exactly they could make.

Chen Fu ordered the second item, wanting to see what it contained.

"The descendant of Qiaosheng Gong is very happy to satisfy your curiosity. He said that he can make many things, and there is nothing he cannot do if you can think of it."

"For example, the Thunderfire Bagua Cannon, which is popular in the Hubei region, is his masterpiece. This weapon is not filled with gunpowder, but with powder made from lightning-struck wood. When the cannonball lands, it will explode into a Bagua-shaped thunder and fire, which will burn all living beings, especially demons and evil spirits. Do you want one?"

Chen Fu scratched his head, surprised that his competitor was actually an arms dealer who immediately tried to sell him heavy lethal weapons.

"However, the successor of the Master of Skill can also see that you are a novice and a chosen one. You have nothing on you. Let alone the Thunderfire Eight Trigrams Cannon, I'm afraid you can't even produce the most basic gunpowder."

"Although you are rather poor, the descendant of Qiaosheng Gong will not look down on you because of this. You can ask him to make something simpler."

"Please select the equipment you wish to craft or upgrade. Do you need armor with a certain level of defense, a weapon capable of inflicting damage, or a talisman with special functions?"

Chen Fu had silver needles, but this item wasn't very useful in the game. He thought it would be great if it could improve his abilities, so he immediately chose the second one.

"You took out silver needles. The descendant of the Master of Craftsmanship is surprised that you would use such a thing as a weapon. In comparison, silver needles are perhaps more suitable for embroidery."

"But he also knows that people destined for greatness are unconventional talents, and this might be your unique hobby."

Chen Fu's face darkened. What kind of talk was this? Did they think I was the leader of the Eastern Cult? If it weren't for the need to coordinate with needlework and embroidery, why would I have chosen to use silver needles?

Besides, you didn't see it. At noon, even that burly man was beaten until he was screaming in agony.

But then he realized why the game was so difficult; it turned out his equipment wasn't up to par.

I knew it! Women's needlework and embroidery are so powerful in real life, but how come they only do a tiny bit of damage in the game?

"The chosen one who desires to conquer the mortal world, the future ruler of the mortal realm, has finally discovered the secret that has troubled him for so long: it turns out, you died so many times because of your weapons. But who can you blame for that?"

Chen Fu was already used to sarcastic and sarcastic texts, and felt no anger as he continued reading.

"The descendant of Master Qiaosheng said he can help you upgrade the silver needles to make them more lethal. This will take some time. We'll ask if you're willing."

Of course I'd be willing! It's free, and getting something for free makes people happy.

"The descendant of the Master of Craftsmanship swallowed the silver needles and began the forging and upgrading process."

"You have lost the silver needle."

"Reforging will take three days. Afterwards, you can retrieve the silver needles from any of the descendants of the Master of Skill in the mortal world."

Chen Fu saw that it was the same as before, swallowing it into the stomach. He just didn't know if the silver needle would prick the throat of the descendant of the Master of Skillful Sage.

It will take three days, which isn't too long.

Now, both items need to be made, and Chen Fu is wondering whether he should get another weapon for himself in the meantime.

Otherwise, if he encountered the people of Bloodblade Town again, he would feel uneasy without a weapon, and he didn't want to die for the next three days.

"The successor of Master Qiaosheng has seen your concerns, and he can provide you with some solutions for forging weapons."

You can choose from the following list.

"A flat-bottomed pan for warding off evil spirits and grease on the stove. When the pan is hot, all kinds of smells will disappear. The flat-bottomed pan is a tool for suppressing greasy and evil food in front of the stove. The surface of the pan is heated evenly, and evil oil will solidify when it comes into contact with it, and strange smells will dissipate when they come into contact with it. If you have a few pieces of old iron and three-year-old lard, the descendants of the Master of Craftsmanship can forge a flat-bottomed pan for you to ward off evil spirits and grease.

"The Imperial Chopping Board, made of thousand-year-old wood, has withstood countless cuts. Each cut and mark wards off evil spirits. The chopping board is a loyal object in the kitchen that takes the blows on behalf of the master, silently accepting the chopping and slicing, and absorbing the blood and stench from under the knife. Find a piece of old wood core, pour three bowls of blood from the knife used in the Kitchen God's sacrifice, and the descendant of the Master of Skill can forge it into the Imperial Chopping Board."

"Mandarin Duck Chopsticks, made from two pieces of wood working together to test the boiling water, distinguishing between raw and cooked food to determine yin and yang. Chopsticks are clever tools used in front of the stove to distinguish between raw and cooked food and to harmonize hot and cold. When used in pairs, they can ward off evil and ensure harmony in the home. To make Mandarin Duck Chopsticks, you need to take the same piece of wood, carve them into a pair, and then soak them in the brine from the old jar of pickled vegetables in the twelfth lunar month."

"The 'fairness ladle' can hold soup from a hundred households, skimming away the floating oil to reveal the clear broth. The ladle is the thing that maintains fairness in the pot, letting the turbid soup sink and the clear soup rise, impartially distributing the five flavors. Find a chipped old copper ladle, and collect the ashes from the stoves of five households on the winter solstice. Then, the descendants of the 'Skillful Sage' can forge this 'fairness ladle'."

Chen Fu was dumbfounded. "Speaking like that, are you preparing for graduate school?"

Let's say we've just started the game, and this is only the first town. We're not asking for some legendary weapon that can kill with a single strike, but you're giving us all kitchen utensils. Isn't that underestimating us?

Aside from the different names, what's the difference between this and silver needles?

"Based on your current strength, the successor of Master Qiaosheng has provided four options. These materials are all available in Bloodblade Town. You can choose one and have him forge it for you."

"Of course, if you don't care about these weapons, I believe the future Lord of the Mortal World can continue to roam the world empty-handed. However, who knows where he might die?"

The plan has been presented, but you can't get the weapon directly. You still need to collect materials to forge it. If you don't like it, you'll have to continue running around naked.

Even though it was very different from what he had imagined, Chen Fu still chose to undergo the forging process. After all, one must see the reality clearly.

These four options all seem pretty much the same. Chopsticks and spoons are out of the question; they're unlikely to kill anyone and would only make you a laughingstock. Imagine two people facing off; one has a knife, and the other pulls out a pair of chopsticks—it's ridiculous!

Putting those aside, in terms of practicality, the frying pan is definitely better. It can be used to strike an enemy's head or to block and defend. The cutting board is also good; it creates a whistling wind when fanned, making it more effective for defense than offense.

Chen Fu had previously watched a Taiwanese idol drama where the male lead carried a frying pan called the Dragon Pattern Pan, which exuded a domineering yet uniquely ordinary aura.

He finally chose a frying pan to ward off evil spirits.

Putting aside whether it's easy to use, it's more pleasing to the eye than the others, and no one would find it strange to put it in the dorm. In any case, we still have to consider the practical situation.

"You choose to forge a frying pan to protect your home."

"The successor of the sage thinks your choice is excellent. This is a weapon that suits you perfectly. You can carry it with you as you conquer the mortal world and eventually become the master of the mortal world."

"The Lord of the Mortal Realm only has a frying pan? Should I cook you a dish?" Chen Fu retorted as usual.

"The descendants of Qiaosheng Gong say that forging a frying pan for warding off evil spirits requires old iron and aged lard."

"Old iron pots can be found in every household in Bloodblade Town."

"Chen Zhuyou, there's a white pig farm near Bloodblade Town, you can try looking there."

"The successor of the Master of Craftsmanship still needs to forge stamina potions and silver needles for you. He will be staying near Blood Blade Town for the time being. Once you have gathered all the materials, he will forge a frying pan for you."

This was essentially a task, and Chen Fu roughly understood another way to play the game.

If you don't enter the instance and only explore the story, you may trigger other quests.

Like other common games, there are rewards for completing them, and you can leave them unfinished if you don't want to.

The only thing to do is to distinguish whether the person you are talking to is hostile to the chosen one. After all, players are a group of cursed beings in the mortal world. You can't see into someone's heart, and you can't be sure that someone is deliberately setting a trap.

With that matter settled, Chen Fu once again strolled around Bloodblade Town. His purpose was simple: he needed to obtain the old iron pot from the townspeople.

He began to think about how to get into someone's house without being discovered.

You wander around and come across a dilapidated courtyard. You find the door ajar, but there's no sound from inside. Would you like to go in and investigate? Perhaps you can find what you're looking for.

Chen Fu thought to himself, "I want the old pot and iron, but you're clearly trying to harm me."

He clicked exit.

Only a fool would go in. You think you can chop my head off? No way!

You can find old iron pots and pans anywhere; there's no need to waste your energy on a trap.

"Your wisdom is admirable. You left the courtyard gate and just turned the corner when you saw a big man."

"He was wearing mourning clothes, and was clearly the man whose son had died yesterday."

Chen Fu thought to himself, "This is bad! You're after me!"

The burly man stared at you, then glanced at the half-open door not far away, and roared angrily, "How dare you come and disrupt my son's funeral!"

He raised his knife and slashed, sending your head flying into the sky.

"You are dead."

The mountains remained silent and were still cooling down, unable to exert their effect.

Chen Fu cursed inwardly, "This game is too powerful. It'll kill you before dawn if it wants you dead."

Now look what's happened, my brain has wandered off again, and I'm getting an eight-hour physical punishment.

To avoid being killed again, Chen Fu stopped playing the game.

Since the stamina potion and silver needles haven't been forged yet, I can't unleash my full power. If I continue playing, I'll probably die again.

He quit the game and began searching for Buddhist scriptures, eventually settling on the Heart Sutra.

Chen Fu has never forgotten the skill of "hypocritical Buddhist chanting".

In the game, it might not be of much use, but in reality, it's a different story; he'll also face a constant stream of supernatural events.

The Heart Sutra, consisting of only about two hundred characters, was quickly memorized and recited by Chen Fu. Children educated by their motherland have a great advantage in such matters.

It was six o'clock when Chen Fu heard footsteps coming from the corridor outside. Then, the dormitory door was pushed open, and his grandson, who had gone to class, returned.