Mages Are Too OP

I had been wrangling with my friends in the cold drink bar for more than three hours, and when it was close to noon, the four of them broke up. Roland rode his bicycle against the scorching sun at noon. When he returned home, the first thing he did when he turned off the bicycle was to turn on the air conditioner, set the temperature to the lowest level, and blow hard on himself.

When his body cooled down, Roland turned on the computer, re-logged into the forum, and found that his private mailbox was full of text messages. Looking at the red unread reminder, Roland's face was puzzled.

He took a deep breath and took a closer look. He found that most of the system prompts were rewarded. At first, he thought it was a system error. He clicked on a few and found that he was indeed rewarded. There is a problem with the system, at least one forum coin, and as many as twenty or thirty forum coins.

On Penguin's forum, the forum currency is equivalent to real money. One forum currency is about one yuan.

All the tips point to one source, Roland's post not long ago, "Roland's Little Fireball Casting Experience". He reopened the 'Spellcaster Communication' section, and at first glance saw that his post was highlighted and placed on the top by the moderator, and accompanied by four bright red characters of 'Essence Recommended'.

He opened the post again, and found that the whole page was full of compliments.

"I don't even support the wall, just serve the landlord, 66666. Give 2 forum coins to show my heart."

"I'll go, use a mathematical model to analyze the magic, and it will explode. The last self-destruction magic node has been recorded, and I will wait until the evening to enter the game test. I will reward you with 5 forum coins to show my heart."

"The small fireball technique has turned into a self-exploding bomb. At first glance, it looks like the energy system bombs B. We have a big bomb to teach others to follow. It's just that I don't have much money, so I just mean it. I will give you 2 forum coins to show my heart."

Praises like this account for the vast majority, and the rewarded forum coins range from 1 to 20. Of course, there are many people who do not give rewards, just to watch the fun.

In addition, some warlock players came in, wanting to bring a crooked theme, but unfortunately their sour words didn't attract anyone's attention at all, and they were quickly drowned in many praises.

Roland returned to his forum account center, glanced at it, and reluctantly stroked his forehead... more than 50,000 forum coins, and the number was still growing. After exchanging these forum coins into RMB, excluding the handling fee, he could also get to about 50,000 yuan.

He only saved this amount of money after working for a year, and he also used it to buy a game cabin. He didn't expect that he would play a game casually and post his thoughts, and instead earn the money from the game cabin.

In other words, on the forum, at least thousands of people tipped him. People who can afford game cabins are generally not poor. After all, a virtual game cabin of 50,000 yuan is not cheap.

Roland is naturally happy that he can make money, but this unintentional sense of surprise made him have mixed feelings. He is not a professional player, and he has never thought about making money by playing games.

Converting the forum currency to RMB, the money arrived quickly. Looking at the mobile phone prompting him that his income had increased by more than 50,000 yuan, Roland laughed, then went downstairs for lunch, rode a bicycle, and went outside for a while. Circle, after returning, the mood has calmed down, and the excitement of getting an extra income has disappeared without a trace.

Then he played other games, but after experiencing the virtual real world, he no longer had any interest in ordinary games. Playing any game is like chewing wax, and even the Lua Lu, which I used to love, doesn't feel like playing.

He hadn't tried it for a long time and felt that time was so hard.

It was finally around 21:45 in the evening, he put on his pajamas, climbed into the virtual game cabin, and watched the hatch cover automatically close, a green, but not dazzling light shone on his eyelids, he closed his eyes, and quickly. Just fell asleep.

When he became awake again, he found himself back in the game, the world was still black and white, Falcon was beside him, and he still kept getting up.

Roland couldn't move either. He waited quietly. It didn't take long for the world to return to color again, and Falcon stood up. He didn't know that Roland had actually left this world once.

He hunched his waist and slowly turned around, and said to Roland, "Learning spells and becoming proficient in spells is not something that can be accomplished overnight. I suggest you find a job in the town first, save some money, and wait until you become proficient in spells, I think The money is almost saved, and it will be more convenient to do anything with money.”

Roland thinks this is true, but after thinking about it for a while, he shook his head helplessly: "I don't know your language yet, so it's not very convenient to find a job."

"I can introduce you to one." Falken smiled and said, "There is a mine in the back mountain of the town. As long as the quarry comes out, there is no need for any communication. The food is included, the food is good, and the pay is also good. Not low."

Mining... In other games, this is indeed a way to get rich. But it's hard to say in this game. But other than that, he had no other means of making a living. Roland thought about it for a while, and finally nodded and said, "I'll trouble you, but I'm afraid I can't keep up with my strength. After all, mining is a manual job."

"Professionals' physical fitness is much stronger than that of ordinary people." Falken smiled: "Even a spellcaster has a much better physical fitness than ordinary men. When I was young, I could overthrow five or six big men with my bare hands."

Roland doesn't believe it, but he can really feel it. In the game, his strength is obviously much stronger than in reality, and he is obviously just a spell caster.

Falcon led Roland to the town, and passed the lakeside trail. Many people greeted Falcon along the way. He also responded very politely. Roland could see that Falcon was in this place. popular.

About ten minutes later, Falcon led Roland to the foot of a mountain on the west side of the lake. There was a cave here. The cave was filled with turquoise stones, and further outside, there was a large room. The stone house should be a warehouse. There was a middle-aged man sitting at the door, with dark skin, lying on the table doing nothing to doze off.

Falcon walked over and tapped on the old wooden table.

The middle-aged man woke up immediately, saw Falken, stood up and said with a flattering smile: "Yo, Master Falken, why are you here?"

"Galen, I'll bring someone here to help you." Falcon patted Roland on the back: "Although he's a novice, I believe he won't let you down."

The middle-aged man named Galen looked at Roland for a while, his wrinkled black face was a little embarrassed: "Old man, your nephew is born with delicate skin and tender meat, it doesn't look like a rough job."

Farr would snort and sneer: "Do you think he will work here for a long time? And you don't know who he is, and you haven't paid attention to the town's affairs recently."

The red earth town is not big, and when something happens, it quickly spreads throughout the town. And Galen didn't know Roland, it really shouldn't be.

The middle-aged man shook his head: "I just came back from the nearby Logwood Town early in the morning. I didn't sit down and fell asleep. I was tired. I heard that something happened in the town, and the specific situation is not very clear."