In A Cultivation World With An Entertainment Park

"Kill Them! Kill Them All!"

"Yeah!!!~~"

The gallant screams of all 40 Thieves resounded as they quickly picked their targets amongst Miroku's group, ready to give it their all.

"Quick! Quick! Everyone, stand back to back in a circle! It's the only way we can defend safely."

Right!

Miroku didn't know who had voiced their idea, but amidst the chaos, his body moved according to the person's suggestion.

"Father, are you alright?"

Yangku forced a smile through his anxious lips while taking out his weapon: "Never been better, son. Hey! Old men! What about you guys?"

The other villagers grinned: "Who are you calling old? Just look at our Handsome faces? How can you look at this body and dare call us old?"

Their faces had now been changed to that of the characters they modified. From hair to eye color and height, they looked majestically good-looking. So what did Yangku mean by saying they were old?

Of course, their names were floating over their heads. So it was also easy for them to know who was who.

Miroku looked at them, suddenly realizing that they all held vibrant swords and weapons in their hands.

While he, who was but a beast tamer, had nothing but a broken dagger with him.

How come?

Why was it that the startups for various classes were different?

Miroku felt like crying after realizing his current predicament.

But it wasn't just him, as everyone else felt the situation dire too.

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F***!

Both new and old players had pale expressions on their faces

They were outnumbered 28 to 40.

So with everyone in a tight formation with their backs against each other, they won't have to worry about what's behind them, only focusing on their front.

Lv 1…

All, whether rookies and the many experienced here, were still Lv 1 players in this new realm.

This alone showed how difficult ascending to Lv 2 was.

But that wasn't what bothered them now.

Both old and new players had never seen this group of bandits before, so they didn't know what they were dealing with.

Of course, if people from earth saw this situation, they would also be confused.

Unlike NPCs in the Gaming Hall, these in the simulation worlds were pretty different.

Other NPCs that get killed would respawn for the next players.

But not these.

If they got killed by players, they got reborn back as babies and might not even look like their former selves at all.

So yeah.

One wouldn't see the same face until these people grow up again. And because of this, there's always a stream of new thieves, new guards, and all sorts of new people around.

Additionally, they wouldn't recall their past lives too.

That's why whenever players come into any of the simulation worlds, it's always different, with many new faces from many new foes, friends, or passerbys.

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Lv 2. Lv2!

Since everyone was still at Lv 1, seeing 2 or 3 Thieves amidst their foes only made their hearts lurch anxiously.

They desperately tried to stand their ground in the right formation, but how could it be that easy?

One of the Lv 2 men waved his fierce ax towards the group, directly splitting their so-called formation into 2.

Boom!

A large explosion echoed out, followed by a strong surge of energy that lowered a few people's H.P down by 30%.

What??!!!

Miroku and his father found themselves flying towards the left, while their other village folks flew to the right instead.

Bam.

Miroku quickly landed and rolled on the ground for a bit before suddenly getting up once more.

Dammit.

He looked up and realized that an enemy was already by his side.

Luckily, it was a Lv 1 enemy.

Feeling static and confident, he dealt with the enemy as fiercely as he could.

The thief swung his giant saber at Miroku with all his might: "Die!"

Swish!

Miroku quickly jumped back, missing the attack by a few inches.

Crack.

The ground below cracked, making Miroku's face turn pale.

Strong move!

The enemy's attack was relentless! And it was because of this that Miroku dared not play around.

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~Swish!

Miroku sighed another attack from the side while giving himself a pep talk.

'Level 1... level 1... you both are in level 1. So you can do this!'

Miroku's courage quickly grew higher and higher.

But 8 seconds just after he was starting to get the hang of things, something stabbed his head, forcing its way through his heart and straight out from his chest.

Miroku's pupils dilated in disbelief and confusion.

What? Why? When did this happen?

He hastily tilted his head just in time to see a chained dagger retract into the back of the enemy's giant weapon.

So... So... the enemy's weapon was a combination of a saber at the front and the chained-retractable dagger at the back?

Pain... Pain... PAIN!

~Pfff.

Miroku spat blood from his internal injuries.

And his HP bar quickly drained as though someone was leaving a tap running steadily.

He clutched his chest with one hand and reached toward the invisible floating screen.

No. No. Not his Health.

Zmmm!

The bar mercilessly dropped, with every drop feeling like a nightmare.

Air. Air... He couldn't breathe well no matter how hard he tried to force the air through his mouth or nostrils.

And for the first time in his life, Miroku truly understood how scary death could be.

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"Worthless runt! How dare you stand against our gang of thieves? Now, I'm going to rob you, strip you clean and take your shitty clothes for good!"

What??!

Miroku only felt a wave of endless shame after getting turned around and undressed by these shameless bandits.

He was dying from both pain and rage.

But you know, the people he was most helpless with was the unreliable duo that left them out here for dead.

Boss Chu... how could he be so heartless?

Pouf!~~~

Blood splattered everywhere.

Dead.

He was dead.

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