Nameless Traveler, "If you could bring the martial arts, Inner Strength, Daoist skills, Divine Skills, and other abilities you've learned in the game into reality, would you play such a game?"
Gamer, "Of course, I would play. Is there really such a great thing?"
Nameless Traveler, "Then, if you were to die in the game, and you would also die in reality, would you still play?"
Gamer, "Let me think about it—um, I think I would play, as long as I'm careful to avoid provoking higher-level monsters."
Nameless Traveler, "What if the game was so difficult that a Little Monster at the entrance of a village could easily chop you down, would you still play?"
Gamer, "……"

The screen froze for a full five seconds, and Wu Ming's emotions were also frozen for five seconds. Just when Wu Ming was about to explode and felt like smashing his computer, the screen suddenly returned to normal.


A huge red damage number soared above his head.


system prompt: Your one-time Magical Artifact [Substitute Grassman] has been triggered, you have lost your Substitute Grassman, and you have recovered 100 Life Value.


Wu Ming felt a chill rush out in an instant and felt a sense of relief from a near-death experience.


Without any hesitation, he turned and ran, with all body movement skills fully activated, Qinggong maxed out, fleeing frantically in the opposite direction of Xiao Jie.


While running, he yelled into the voice chat: "Ah Mao, use the Shariputra, we need to retreat!"


Chapter 539 - Chapter 93 The Death of the Assassin