The Righteous Player(s) Chapter 1: Annan

[52:34:59 until the start of the closed beta]

A line of light curtains floated quietly in front of Annan's eyes, and the characters burning with bright red flames danced like candlelight.

His body seemed to be shaking apart, and his spirit was also very exhausted. It's like the state of a person with severe motion sickness who is tied to a chair and driven for two hours. After vomiting the contents of his stomach, he is in a state of confusion. Even when you are lying on the beach, you feel like you are walking on the ground.

Annan didn't want to move, think or speak. He could only lie quietly on the beach, watching the last set of numbers keep beating, as if time was gradually passing away...

After thirty-two minutes since he woke up - after all, he had been counting - he finally felt a little thirsty.

Annan slowly got up from the ground, covering the aching back of his head.

His occupation is a game planner for a popular mobile game. Yes, it is an occupation where the risk factor for yourself and your family is very high.

Just now, in a moment of stupidity, he casually clicked on an app called "Misty Continent Internal Beta" that appeared on his phone at some point.

Looking at the name, he thought that this was probably not a copycat mobile game of the "XX Love Elimination" or "Gods and Demons XX" types. I opened it with a professional look.

But the moment he clicked on it, he suddenly felt like someone was hitting him on the back of the head with a brick, and he fainted as soon as his vision went dark.

"What a novel way of traveling..."

Annan gasped tiredly and couldn't help but sit on the ground and cough.

He slowed down for a while, then managed to hold on to his weak body, which seemed to be shaken apart, and slowly climbed up from the beach.

He lowered his head and looked at his slender fingers and the luxurious blouse on his body that was stained with mud and blood.

This looks like the clothes of a nobleman...Did it suffer a shipwreck?

Annan took a deep breath and looked back.

He clearly saw the endless black sea behind him, the dilapidated sailboat stranded on the shore, and the dark red sunset that had just risen on the seaside, with three luxurious golden runes spinning in the halo.

Annan:......

Although he was mentally prepared for the fact that he might have traveled to another world, he was still shocked for a moment when he saw this gorgeous sunset for the first time, as if special effects were free of charge.

His first reaction was a very clear idea:

——Artist lady, please make one for us.

Then Annan realized belatedly that he no longer seemed to have to work overtime... and after traveling to a different world, he was afraid that he would say goodbye to the profession of game planning forever.

I can only live sadly as a young nobleman, eating, drinking and having fun every day, enjoying this decadent and boring life.

How sad.

What is even more sad is that Annan has no memory of inheriting this body at all. When he opens his eyes, he sees this scene of a shipwreck.

It's like a player who skipped all the opening CGs but didn't receive the guidance mission.

Weak, helpless, and confused——

Who am I? Where am I? What should I do?

Annan sighed and patted his face. Let yourself wake up a little.

He felt vaguely that something was wrong.

Although I am not a normal person. But why...if such a big thing happened, I wasn't nervous at all?

Neither fear nor panic, no negative emotions in my heart, as calm as a social animal living a peaceful life.

This is not the psychological state that a social animal should have, nor is it the emotion of a time traveler who knows nothing about the current situation. Not to mention, just looking at the sun with all the special effects, you know that there are definitely big problems in this world.

In this case, you should be nervous and panicked, which is normal——

"...Woo."

The moment Annan realized this, he suddenly felt as if something had hit him **** the back of his head. His eyes suddenly blurred, and then a large amount of data flow began to flow out from all directions, eventually forming an attribute bar:

Annan, human, male

Rare elite (gold), challenge level 3

Title: None

Rank: None

Health: 55%

Erosion degree: 3%

Attributes: Strength 7, Agility 8, Constitution 6, Perception 11, Will 12

Public experience: 20

Personal characteristics: Heart of Winter [Reverse Inscription]

Job overview——

Swordsman LV3: [Guard Swordsmanship LV4], [Disarm LV1], [Frost Swordsmanship LV1]

This is... a system?

Annan suddenly became energetic.

That's true. I got it from mobile game sites to some extent. Isn't it ridiculous not to release a game system?

Except for the rare elite (gold), which looks a little unsettling...

After a rough glance, Annan, relying on his professional intuition, immediately focused on the "Personal Characteristics" column.

As expected, the other text was immediately hidden, and this line of text was enlarged to the center of the field of vision, with a large introduction appearing below.

Heart of Winter (gold, talent type)

Original effect: You will no longer feel any positive emotions; the damage you take with the "Frost" element is permanently reduced by 50%; you can only be killed by damage with the "Frost" element (the entire paragraph is crossed out off)

Special: Equipped with [Reverse Inscription] (cannot be removed or destroyed)

Effect: You will not feel any negative emotions; the damage of the "frost and cold" element emitted is permanently increased by 20%; you will not be killed by damage with the "frost and cold" element.

"...That's it."

Annan was thoughtful.

This talent is probably the source of why I feel so calm and comfortable.

"Anyway, let's investigate first."

Annan took a deep breath and looked at the sailboat.

The sun is going down. He may not have much time left to investigate... but at least he can spend the night on the boat.

His body now only has half blood left, and he still feels obviously uncomfortable. If I catch a cold again at night, I'm afraid I'll catch a cold.

And...since he is a swordsman, there should be at least one sword on this ship, right?

As long as he has a sword, he will feel more confident.

I don’t know what my body looks like...

He dragged his still tired body slowly to the beach. When he walked to the boat, he lowered his head and successfully saw the appearance of his body in the uneasy black sea:

He looks like he is probably only twelve or thirteen years old, and his skin is quite fair, almost pathologically pale. He has the characteristic thin shoulders, collarbones and slender waist of a teenager, as well as shoulder-length black hair.

But what caught Anan's attention the most was the pair of ice-blue pupils that were so clear and so clean that it made people feel chilled.

...I'm surprised, I'm quite cute.

"But no matter how cute you are, you're still a little hungry..."

Annan smashed his mouth, but still stepped on the rope ladder with difficulty and climbed onto the boat.

He looked at the deck carefully.

This is a big sailing ship. In terms of sail configuration, it is somewhat similar to the Carrick sailing ship of the 15th century - it has multiple masts, the main mast is hung with a large square sail, the foremast and topmast are equipped with several square sails, and the mizzen mast is equipped with a triangular sail. sail.

But all its sails were burned to pieces by something unknown, and it was completely unclear what the original patterns on them were.

But there were no scorch marks or bullet marks on the wooden deck. The mast has not been broken either... This is very wrong. ~IndoMTL.com~ Suddenly, Annan's pupils shrank slightly.

He saw a body.

That was a young man with curly brown hair. He slumped down close to the rope ladder, staring ahead with dead eyes. His right hand held a broken sword tightly, two nails were broken and soaked with blood, but he did not let go of the sword until his death.

His chest was soaked in blood that had dried and turned dark brown. However, the murder weapon used to kill him was nowhere to be found.

"This doesn't look like a shipwreck."

Annan sneered.

Faced with such a dangerous thing, the corners of his mouth could not help but rise slightly. Perhaps due to the characteristics of this body, he could not feel any panic or fear at all, only a strong sense of excitement gradually filled his heart.

There is no evidence that the man who killed the crew and burned the sails left the ship. But I really have nowhere to go.

So, I need a weapon.

Even if it’s just a broken sword——

Annan's thoughts became clearer and clearer.

He reached out his hand without hesitation and tried to pry open the crewman's fingers. Although his body is very young, he seems to be quite strong, so this is not difficult.

But when Annan touched the sword, he was stunned.

Because a line of data flow suddenly appeared in front of his eyes:

【Unpurified Nightmare Fragments Detected】

[Nightmare fragments are bound]

[Level requirement: Black Iron level or below]

[Professional requirements: Swordsman]

[Special requirements: cannot hold spellcasting ability]

[If the requirements are met, you will fall into a nightmare in ten seconds, ten, nine...]