There is indeed a problem with this word cultivation game

Chapter 39 When the word game unfolds in reality (for further reading)

"what?"

Ning Pingle frowned slightly, and touched the multifunctional trekking pole on the bed and desk.

It's not easy to carry a weapon with you in school, and he doesn't know how to use it, so when he came back earlier, he went to a store specializing in outdoor supplies and bought a trekking pole.

This thing looks ordinary, but it can be disassembled, easy to carry, and not easy to be checked, and some trekking poles with the function of self-defense stick can also be replaced with a conical head or even a knife head by replacing the tail of the stick. Increased deterrence.

The main reason is that when fighting, the stick is smooth, and even if Ning Pingle has not practiced swords, guns and sticks, a sweep can make the dog's tail grass unable to lift its head.

Um?That's not right, strictly speaking, I have indeed practiced the stick technique, so it should be regarded as...some experience?
However, this kind of experience is applicable to more private spaces, such as Sun Dasheng beating the Seven Fairies with a club.

Thoughts in his mind changed, but his hands kept moving, and he assembled the stick in a few strokes.

There's nothing wrong with it, this sense of menace that makes one's scalp tingle is the power of spells.

Unlike himself in the game, Ning Pingle can still sense the traces left by the spell in reality.

Just like in Yuli City, what he felt was the iron-blooded and solemn spell coercion.

What I felt on Xiangliu's corpse was the suffocation like deep water.

But for Zhou Beimo, there is only one feeling...

will die!

He can still feel the existence of life or objects that contain mana power more clearly.

But now, he felt something dangerous approaching.

That aura was filled with a cold and heavy aura. If you insisted on saying it, it was like a demon knife stained with blood, with a murderous intent to choose and devour.

Although this breath is very weak, Ning Pingle has learned from the organization before that although the existence of conjurers is not rare, it is indeed not many.

The possibility of two conjurers appearing in a dormitory building is very small, let alone... that aura is still approaching his dormitory.

"Wow~ why is this happening?"

Tu Songhe's mournful cry came from outside the door, and he could vaguely be heard hiccupping.

Ning Pingle's magic power that had been condensed on his right arm slowly dissipated.

"Is it Shen Ning and the others?"

Ning Pingle frowned, but remained vigilant until the key was inserted into the door lock before he restrained his spell power a little.

The bed curtain was scratched by the spell.

Shen Ning, who had just entered the door, was dazzled by an evil wind, and when he turned around, he cursed:
"Where did the wind come from?"

Ning Pingle breathed a sigh of relief.

Not a magician, nor a strange beast from mountains and seas.

It felt more like one of them got something dirty.

This roughly condensed mantra can locally strengthen the body, but it is too rough, and the strengthening effect can be imagined.

However, the one-fiftieth of the spell power that Ning Pingle obtained was too amazing, even if it was roughly strengthened, his body couldn't bear it.

In the words of the great beauty Jiang Meng, it means that he has not yet reached the stage where he needs to finely control the magic power. He must first find a way to adapt to the excessively large magic power in his body, and then consider the next step of growth.

But...why is it my roommate who came in?
He let go of the trekking pole he was gripping tightly, breathed a sigh of relief, and said:

"It's so early, it's lucky that the dormitory manager is willing to open the door for you, what's your situation?"

"What's the situation?" Ke Chongguang glanced at Ning Pingle suspiciously, remembered something, and said with a smile, "Oh, you said Tu Songhe, this kid really made people anxious today.!"

"How do you say it?" Ning Pingle asked, his eyes silently swept over several people, and finally fixed on Shen Ning who was washing his face at the sink.

"So what happened?"

Shen Ning turned over, rubbed his stomach and went into the toilet, while Ke Chongguang pushed his glasses and said:
"The next door (dorm) is a bit fun. When I invited people to socialize today, I greeted the women's dormitory in advance and said that you would come out. There happened to be someone in the women's dormitory who knew the elementary school girl from the International College very well. Talked about this with others and brought them over.

These people are really obsessed with ghosts. You didn't go, and you dared to brag to others that you would go, so there were some troubles today. "

As Ke Chongguang spoke, he subconsciously sighed, and there was a sour taste in his words.

"What could be wrong?" he said casually.

"Someone wanted to chase that elementary school girl, but he didn't pay much attention to him. I said something, and he was in a hurry." When this matter was mentioned, Tu Songhe was also full of displeasure, "If he doesn't like it, he just doesn't like it. The face still insists on talking to people, I guess that guy just knows you won't go today, so he plays this trick."

When Ke Chongguang heard this, his expression was a little embarrassed for a moment.

He is not a eunuch, and of course he also likes good-looking girls. The reason why he doesn't think too much is because he knows that some LEVEL girls are not easy for him to touch.

If there is no future vision, for a person like him, it is better not to talk about it.

Ah Le is different, after all, girls love his style.

Ning Pingle didn't say a word, he probably remembered the identity of that person when he said this.

That person was a junior who was working on a Daiso project with him. The person brought by his mentor was really good-looking, so it was no wonder that some people were obsessed with sex.

However, compared to the traces of magic power left on Shen Ning's body, he didn't care at all.

Conjurers are a very dangerous group, whether it is them themselves or the enemies they need to deal with, no one is easy to deal with.

Ning Pingle was thinking about turning back the time before, Shen Ning knew that there was a problem in the dormitory, but still came back to find him, so naturally he didn't want him to be affected by certain existences.

Tu Songhe probably drank a little too much at the barbecue after KTV, and was holding Ning Pingle and crying, and said with a look of displeasure:
"Damn, if these guys didn't tell the women's bedroom that you're going, some of them wouldn't even come.

After coming here, he still thinks about buying and selling by force. To put it bluntly, he is damaging his reputation. To put it bluntly, he may make others blame you. "

Ning Pingle knew very well that the university could filter out scumbags, but not human scumbags.

Even Tiandu University can be regarded as a good school in the local area, but even the better double first-class universities are not really a pure land.

There should be such things as a sister from a certain academy of fine arts spreading rumors and posting small essays.

Some rules and regulations that need to be observed between people are for people who talk about rules.

It would be strange not to be disgusted when I met some unruly people.

So he patted Tu Songhe and comforted him:
"I believe it. I know that you are also thinking from my standpoint. From now on, in the dormitory of the class next door, you should have less contact with them."

The sympathetic Tu Songhe grabbed Ning Pingle and cried loudly, saying unconvinced:
"Damn it! Why are you so popular, Lezi? Teach me a little trick!"

"Take care of yourself first and tidy your hair, isn't that all right?" Ning Pingle said casually.

　Street diary:
　　【Interesting Diary】

　　Reader C: You deleted Chapter 1, what did you write?I really don't understand, isn't this a disgusting setting?Let's go through another timeline, isn't it up to you to decide what happens to this world?What's the point of the protagonist leveling up to fight monsters?You just said that the protagonist gets nothing for nothing. I have always hated this kind of urban setting. I didn’t expect you to have such a disgusting setting in a game. Is it interesting?

　　Evaluation: Well, let’s not talk about your swearing, just say [Reset the timeline for me, I’ll decide what happens to the world. Let's talk about setting content.

　　Twelve flower gods, 12 times a day, the premise is that you must die to trigger it, even if you die in the game, the price you pay is relatively small, but it is still prone to severe pain like soul tearing, let alone in reality up.

　　The protagonist starts to feel a little dizzy, largely because of the pain involved in the death reset.

　　Twelve chances can indeed occupy an intelligence advantage to a certain extent, but when encountering an incident that cannot be handled no matter what, it is actually not as strong as imagined, let alone this is a golden finger with a limited number of trials and errors.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)