Mystery Makes Me Strong

In the church camp, people were discussing enthusiastically.

Unlike before, now they have smiles on their faces.

"Finally, we made it through." An Asian man sighed.

"Yeah, looking back on the days of fear and terror, it was simply not like a human life." Another black man said.

"Alas, it's a pity for my family and friends, they didn't see this day."

"That's not necessarily the case. I heard that some people have the talent of resurrection."

Everyone was talking and laughing while eating hot soup and hot pot.

These were things that could never be done before.

Because most of the warehouses fell into the fog area.

Not many people have the ability to go there to explore.

And now, everyone doesn't care at all.

It can be said that the player template is one of the best cheats to fight against the doomsday world.

And Zhang Meng also sat by the campfire, his eyes jumping like following the flames.

Unlike others, he understands the essence of this god.

That is an unreliable little girl.

Don't look at how happy everyone is now, with the cheat of the player template.

If the little girl gets upset one day and takes back everyone's cheats, it will be another doomsday.

At this moment, Zhang Meng has mixed feelings in his heart.

This is the sadness of being in the lower class but having an enlightened mind:

The heart is higher than the sky, but the life is thinner than paper.

Fate is not decided by oneself, but he knows the whole story.

If he knows nothing and is numb and confused, he can have a short-term happiness like these people.

He decided to become stronger quickly, then get out of this doomsday world and return to the normal world.

Or completely master the essence of power.

In his opinion, whether it is the power awakened before or the current player template cheat, they are all foreign things, and they are powers that he cannot create.

Then they do not belong to himself.

So he began to think about how to fight monsters in a more unique way.

He knew that the traditional fighting method lacked novelty and was not very helpful in attracting the attention of gods.

But how to kill monsters in a funny way is also a topic.

At this time, many people were discussing the same thing as him.

"How do you think it would be more interesting to kill monsters?"

"It should be the cat and mouse method."

"Qingqing Grassland."

"Brother Sun."

They were talking about some animation methods.

It would be difficult to expect them to think from scratch.

At this time, someone asked: "Why not learn the clown?"

Zhang Meng's mind moved, and he then patiently learned the clown's skills.

He borrowed some old clown costumes and props from a survivor in the camp.

He put on a colorful costume, a funny hat, and exaggerated makeup on his face.

He practiced various funny expressions and movements in front of the mirror, trying to make himself look more ridiculous.

He knew that this was not just for entertainment, but a tactic.

He hoped that in this way, he would be funny enough when killing monsters.

And he had to pretend to make a lot of mistakes.

Then kill the monster in the mistakes.

This requires him to be very skilled and strong.

He needs to attack unexpectedly.

Then he began to practice in the camp, imitating the clown's steps and gestures, and even tried some juggling skills, such as throwing balls and spinning plates.

...

Zhang Meng's approach was effective.

Xiao Huan was hiding aside and watching Zhang Meng's practice, her eyes flashing with curiosity and interest.

As time went on, Zhang Meng developed more and more fancy ways to kill monsters.

He learned how to hide weapons in the clown's props, how to confuse monsters with funny movements, and then suddenly launch a fatal attack.

He even invented some special traps that looked like clown toys on the outside, but were actually deadly weapons.

Wen Rensheng's eyes were also projected over, and he had to say that once the human brain was forced into a desperate situation, it would naturally show its power.

In an actual combat exercise, Zhang Meng demonstrated his new skills.

He used a huge colorful ball to attract the attention of a group of goblins. When the goblins approached curiously, he suddenly pulled out a sharp sword from the ball.

With a peculiar spinning dance, he quickly solved them.

It looks particularly funny.

Another time, he used a seemingly harmless clown box trap to capture a giant spider monster.

He fell in love with the spider, and when the spider monster tried to eat him, he pretended to be afraid, and the box suddenly ejected sharp blades and cut the spider monster into pieces.

Xiao Huan watched Zhang Meng's performance and she laughed out loud.

She had never seen such a funny and effective way of fighting, which made her look at Zhang Meng with a new eye.

As Zhang Meng's funny performance became more and more proficient.

He began to use these skills in real battles.

The monsters were confused by his funny moves and often suffered fatal blows without knowing it.

Zhang Meng's fighting method not only improved the efficiency of the battle, but also made the battle more interesting.

Xiao Huan was very satisfied with Zhang Meng's performance. She thought it was an effective way to please the gods.

So she decided to give him a little reward.

As a result, Zhang Meng got a super skill: virtualization.

Whenever he was attacked, his body would be virtualized to avoid being hurt.

Both mental and physical can resist.

Because this is equivalent to him going to another space.

This is definitely a very powerful way of protection.

…

As time goes by, Zhang Meng's funny fighting style wins the laughter and praise of everyone.

His reputation is getting bigger and bigger in the city.

People often call him "Brother Meng" and "God Meng".

But in this joyful atmosphere, his leader, Li Cang, has a complex emotion in his heart-jealousy.

Li Cang stood in the shadow of the church camp, his eyes fixed on Zhang Meng. He saw Zhang Meng laughing in the crowd, and saw his funny actions make everyone laugh.

Li Cang's heart is full of contradictions.

He knows that Zhang Meng has brought new hope to the survivors, but he also feels a sense of loss of being ignored.

In the past, he had the final say in the church camp, and there were three women.

Now he is ignored by others.

After all, everyone is a player, who cares about him?

Li Cang tried to imitate Zhang Meng's funny actions, but his actions always seemed stiff and clumsy.

His expression was always unable to express humor properly, and his pace always lacked the relaxed rhythm.

He realized that being funny requires talent, and he didn't have this talent.

A deep jealousy surged in Li Cang's heart.

He envied Zhang Meng for being able to win the love of everyone so easily, and he envied Zhang Meng for being able to fight monsters in this way.

He stood in the dark, his eyes flashing with pain and struggle.

…

"It's really funny. Zhang Meng is obviously his ally and his supporter, but he is jealous of him." Xiao Huan laughed.

"Yes, this is the normal state of people. They are jealous of the strength of the people around them, even if this jealousy does not bring any benefits." Wen Rensheng shook his head.

Just like those idiots who put medicine in other people's harvest fish ponds.

Taking risks and wasting time to do things that hurt others and themselves.

If you have that time, wouldn't it be better to plant more land yourself?

No, you have to ruin other people's things.

He just took the opportunity to teach Xiao Huan.

"It's really boring. I won't be jealous of others."

"Well, my Xiao Huan is a good kid and knows how to be self-reliant."

"Because my dad is the strongest in the world, no matter how hard they try, they can't be one ten-thousandth as good as my dad. Of course, I don't need to be jealous of them." Xiao Huan said proudly.

"Well, as long as you are happy." Wen Rensheng found that he was overthinking.

At this time, Zhang Meng was laughing in the crowd.

But he felt a little uneasy in his heart.

He noticed Li Cang's lonely figure and saw the jealousy in his eyes.

A sense of guilt surged in Zhang Meng's heart. He was a kind ordinary person.

He knew that Li Cang had saved him and was very grateful to him.

He had to do something to help Li Cang.

Zhang Meng walked to Li Cang's side, with a hint of concern in his eyes.

"Old Li, what's wrong with you?" He asked enthusiastically.

Li Cang turned his head, with a hint of indifference in his eyes.

"I'm fine, Zhang Meng," he said, "I'm just thinking about something."

Zhang Meng pressed Li Cang's shoulder, with a hint of seriousness in his eyes.

"Old Li, you rescued me and brought me out."

"You know, the power we have now is not our own."

"The power we are proud of may be taken back by the other party with just a yawn." He sighed.

"And your wisdom is irrevocable."

A warm feeling surged in Li Cang's heart, and he knew that what Zhang Meng said was true.

He nodded, with a hint of shame in his eyes.

"I'm sorry, Zhang Meng," he said, "I didn't expect that I would need you to comfort me."

"It seems that in terms of strength, you have found your fighting spirit."

Then, Li Cang eliminated the jealous thoughts in his heart.

In the following days, he focused on his training.

He stopped trying to imitate Zhang Meng's funny fighting style and began to look for his own advantages.

He began to study the weaknesses of monsters and began to learn how to fight in a more direct and effective way.

Li Cang's swordsmanship became sharper and his movements became cleaner.

There was a gorgeous beauty in the whole battle.

In one battle, Li Cang faced a huge monster. He did not use any funny moves, but rushed directly at the monster.

His swordsmanship was like lightning, and every swing could leave deep wounds on the monster's body.

In the end, he successfully defeated the monster.

The whole process was like an art.

After the battle, he gained a thousand times more experience.

This made his eyes flash with victory.

He knew that he had been recognized by the god.

Xiao Huan watched Li Cang's battle from the side, and there was a little interest in her eyes.

After all, the opponent's battle was very beautiful.

It was like dancing.

So she gave the opponent strength when she was happy.

...

In this way, the days passed.

Soon, Zhang Meng and Li Cang felt a sense of crisis.

It was not that the monsters were getting stronger.

On the contrary, as their strength increased, the monsters were getting weaker and weaker, and they could not fight against them at all.

They were indeed getting stronger and stronger.

It's just that they felt that they were getting less and less experience.

And this experience can sometimes only be obtained halfway, which means that their performances are becoming increasingly weak and boring.

This is the fact. No matter how good a drama is, people will get tired of it.

No matter how funny a skit is, you can't watch it every day.

What they are most worried about is that the gods are tired of them.

"We need a better way to please the gods now." Zhang Meng sighed.

He knew that when the experience could not be obtained, it was the time when the player's hang disappeared.

"What method should be used?" Li Cang sighed.

"How is your research on this kind of divine power?" Zhang Meng asked back.

"The research has no effect. The realm of the gods is too profound and it is really difficult for us to interpret."

"Well, if that's the case. We must consider our own way out."

Both of them were silent.

They are now facing a very painful choice.

That is, how should they please that god?

Suddenly, Zhang Meng had an idea.

"Yes, our performance bored the gods, that's because the audience and the leading actors are all old faces." He said in surprise,

"We can't change as supporting roles, but we can change the stage."

"Yes, that's it." Li Cang nodded in agreement.

"We can pray to the gods, we can go to a new apocalyptic world, on a new stage, with new monsters, and have a new confrontation." Zhang Meng continued,

"In this way, we can perform a new drama for the gods."

"Well said."

Then the two began to pray.

To their delight, the gods really responded to them.

Willing to change the stage for them, and all the survivors together!

This simply made them ecstatic.

Zhang Meng exclaimed: "The god I met this time is really a good person."

...

This is a land shrouded in extreme cold.

Here, the once prosperous city has been covered with ice and snow, and the towering skyscrapers have become frozen tombstones.

The streets are covered with thick snow, and the occasional exposed metal fragments flash a cold light under the refraction of the sun.

This is a post-apocalyptic world, a post-apocalyptic world ruled by ice and snow.

In this extremely cold land, the temperature is below minus 40 degrees Celsius all year round. The hot air exhaled instantly condenses into ice crystals in the air, and every breath is like fighting with death.

The only natives wore heavy down jackets, furry hats and gloves, revealing only a pair of vigilant eyes, and struggled forward in this icy and snowy land.

They are looking for food warehouses buried under the ice and snow.

In this kind of cold, only a very small number of trees and plants can grow.

It is completely insufficient as a source of food.

Their biggest source of food is actually the countless foods that were frozen before the end of the world.

Because 99% of the people died, the remaining people only rely on the previous reserve food to survive for hundreds of years.

Food is scarce, and fuel is even more precious.

The survivors must set out before dawn every day, and they must return before dark, otherwise they will not be able to withstand the severe cold at night.

Fortunately for them, although the climate is cold, at least there is no shortage of coal.

So they set up a big furnace to provide temperature.

Some people say that if this is the case, can't we create an artificial greenhouse to produce food?

However, this requires a considerable population to achieve this.

The largest survivor camp does not exceed 50 people.

The reason is simple.

Once there are more than 50 people, a kind of ice and snow monster will rush into the camp to hunt people.

And with only 50 people, how easy is it to figure out the technology of an artificial greenhouse?

It will take at least more than ten years of exploration.