Game of Gods and Demons: The Mage is the eternal truth!

Chapter 2

The 0th game?

Shouldn't it normally be counted from the 1st game?

Wang Ge was stunned for a few seconds after listening to the voice in his head. Before he could think about it, four cards appeared in front of him.

[Please select two of the cards]

The white light on the cards.

It means that these are white quality cards.

There are four types of cards.

Item cards, consumption cards, skill cards and blank cards.

The quality is divided into white, green, blue, purple and orange.

Of course, no one knows whether orange is the highest level.

These four cards are two skill cards and two item cards.

[Foot Grease (White)

Type: Skill Card

Level: Level 0

Required Card Capacity: 1

Effect: Trick makes people slip]

[Small Fireball (White)

Type: Skill Card

Level: Level 0

Required Card Capacity: 1

Effect: Can release a small fireball, enough to ignite firewood]

"Fortunately, it's a choice between the two."

Wang Ge breathed a sigh of relief.

Small Fireball is known as the worst spell card. Just as the card says, it can only be used to light firewood in the early stage.

So much so that there is a joke that is widely circulated.

You are a thief and I am a mage,

You chop trees and I burn firewood,

We both have a bright future.

[Intern's First Aid Kit (White)]

Medics can get by with favorable winds and send off with unfavorable winds.

This is an eternal truth.

With the white first aid kit, it can only stop the bleeding at best.

[Kaler Claw Hammer (White)

Type: Item Card

Required Card Capacity: 0

Equipment Requirements: None

Effect: Strength +1 when used]

Wang Ge thought for a few seconds and made a decision. He stretched out his hand and pointed his index finger at the foot oil and the Kaler Claw Hammer.

Then everything went dark.

When he woke up again, Wang Ge was already in a cold and damp bedroom.

The poorly contacted light flickered, and the stench of moldy rotten wood filled his nose.

Pairs of beds, tables, chairs, and countless unfinished puppets.

An ancient calendar hung on the wall, with numbers written on it in bright red pen, as if counting down.

This was a double room.

The other person, was it a teammate?

The thought flashed through Wang Ge's mind.

On the lower bunk lay a woman wearing black leather pants and covering her eyes with a gray-green beret.

"Does it take you so long to choose a profession?"

"Let me meet you, Xu Moran."

The woman lying on the bed stood up, put on her hat, and stretched out her fair right hand.

"Wang Ge."

"Wang Ge? Why don't I remember you being at the gathering of Club Zero this time?"

Xu Moran looked Wang Ge up and down.

He was quite tall, without exaggerated muscles, and looked so handsome that he was probably also a member of the Agility Department.

"The gathering of Club Zero?"

Wang Ge's eyebrows were fixed.

What does this have to do with the Zeroth Game?

And, it was obviously a coincidence that we entered the God and Demon Game, so why did we collide with others?

"Are we teammates?"

"Isn't it obvious? What was your initial profession?"

"Mage."

Suddenly, Xu Moran looked at a loss, and sighed leisurely.

It was obvious that among the thirty people, only the madman Xu Shu was initially identified as an intelligence department, so how come another intelligence department suddenly appeared?

Mage is a late-stage profession. Joining the zeroth game at this time is like turning on the light in the toilet, looking for death.

Of course, the madman is an exception.

"Brother, listen to my advice."

"You can't grasp the profession of mage, find an opportunity to switch to scholar or healer as soon as possible."

"I am a ranger. This game is all about me leading you through the level. Remember to follow me well."

Ranger, one of the initial professions of the agility system.

Wang Ge laughed and did not refute.

If God could give him a chance to start over, he would still choose a mage.

The reason is simple, there is no choice!

Xu Moran walked towards the door of the room, pulled out a black hairpin from his soft brown hair, and inserted it into the keyhole to stir it back and forth.

"Do you know how to pick the door lock?"

"I don't know anything that a New Century Five Good Youth shouldn't know...

Xu Moran just snorted coldly and didn't say anything.

Wang Ge looked normal, looked around the room, and carefully looked through every drawer.

"I turned this place upside down while I was waiting for you."

"Except for a notebook that can be counted as a dungeon item, there is nothing else."

"The door was locked from the outside, you'd better save your energy and run for your life."

Wang Ge picked up a black notebook with a diary written by him in this identity.

[Notebook (dungeon item)

Rating: White

Can be taken out of the dungeon: No]

October 3, sunny.

GreatI finally found a job. I will definitely make enough money for my grandma to go to the hospital and have meat to eat once a week.

October 9, cloudy

It's too dark and depressing here, but the work is quite simple.

I can get 800 bells a month for such a simple job. I think there is no better job than here.

It's just that it's always dark outside, but it doesn't rain. Today, the chief engineer said he would leave for a while and said he would use puppets to supervise us, but how the puppets supervise us is really interesting.

October 12, cloudy

A colleague came to the dormitory. She is a cold girl. Finally, this depressing day has changed a little.

October 19, cloudy

Why hasn't the chief engineer come back yet?

I can't stay here anymore. I'll leave after taking this month's salary. She seems to like the work here very much.

October 22, cloudy

Many of my colleagues have left. Don't they want salary?

October 27th

Many people were injured, and she didn't look happy.

Fortunately, the supervisor outside our door was easy to talk to and didn't hit us.

October 30th

I'm going to the foreman to resign.

I asked her if she was going to continue, and she said she had nowhere else to go, and this place could still be considered a home.

I really wanted to tell her that she could be with me, but I didn't have the courage. My grandma and I couldn't survive.

October 31st.

The foreman held up the puppet and told me that my performance was not up to standard. I still needed 77 puppets to get my salary. Why didn't he tell me when I came in? !

77 puppets, and another month. No, grandma can't hold on any longer. I have to hurry.

November 4th

I wanted to advance some salary and leave, but was rejected. My pen was out of ink, so I had to use the last ink to write a letter to grandma.

Wang Ge closed the notebook and glanced at the calendar again.

The number on it was the countdown to the number of puppets owed.

On November 30th, the number reached zero.

He walked to the door and touched it with his hand. It was made of pine wood. It was a door to put it nicely, but a piece of wood to put it bluntly.

Even the door lock was from the 1980s and 1990s.

[Wooden door (cannot be ignited)]

Accompanied by a click, but the door did not open.

Xu Moran's face darkened. The door lock was broken by her.

"Get out of the way, I'll do it."