All-Professional Master of Darkness

The sky was overcast. Dark clouds pressed heavily toward the ground. From time to time pale light flashed in the clouds, followed by rumbles of thunder. A downpour is coming.

There is a faint weird smell in the air, like blood that has been soaked for a long time, mixed with the smell of soil, tree roots, salted fish, etc., which makes people feel a bloodthirsty impulse in their hearts.

Lan Wu stood on the dark brown land with a blank look on his face. He didn't know where he was. His only memories are of playing games at home and then being in this weird wasteland the next moment.

A few clumps of black and red weeds swayed down the body in the wind. The wind is getting stronger. A few drops of rain fell from the dark sky and fell on Lan Wu's face, bringing him back to his senses.

"It seems that I have traveled through time." Lan Wuruo realized something and began to check the things on his body.

A T-shirt, a pair of board shorts, a pair of flip-flops... Oh, there seem to be some extra coins in the pockets of the board shorts.

Lan Wu reached out and took it out, and he actually took out a dozen coins...well, it should be said that they were about the same size as coins, but they were bone gadgets.

The shapes of these gadgets were a bit weird, but Lan Wu could tell the origin of these gadgets at a glance.

The small amulet was exactly the same as the small amulet used for cheating in Diablo 2 that he had played. He counted them, and there were fifteen in total, which was consistent with the standard number of characters he used to play Diablo.

+7 to all skills, 155% better chance of obtaining magic equipment.

Recalling the little buggy amulet in his memory, Lan Wuruo realized something: "If you guessed correctly, this is the world of Diablo. So I should now have a personal panel and skill tree, as well as a backpack and storage box these things?"

Lan Wu began to try. I tried countless methods, but all game-specific systems such as personal panels disappeared. He fell silent and looked around.

The wasteland is empty and flat. At a glance, except for a few large abstract trees, the view is quite good, with no obstructions blocking the view.

The wind is getting stronger and stronger. It started to drizzle in the sky. Lan Wu looked around and saw that there was no better shelter from the rain, so he quickly walked towards the big tree nearest to him.

Before they even got close, a slightly putrid smell wafted in the wind. Lan Wu frowned and looked up at the sky. The raindrops are getting heavier and denser. Gradually, a curtain of rain began to fall between heaven and earth. He sighed helplessly, walked a few steps faster, and walked under the big tree.

As expected, the tree trunk was dark brown and exuded the strange, slightly putrid smell that I had just smelled. Lan Wu couldn't be picky. There is no other place to take shelter from the rain.

The rain is getting heavier. The world seemed to be covered with a thick layer of white gauze. A dense curtain of rain obscured everything. His field of vision suddenly shrunk a lot, and he could only clearly see the scenery within two hundred meters.

Lan Wu had a headache. This kind of environment is the most annoying. The narrowed field of vision means that danger cannot be detected immediately. Now he can only hang out in the wilderness and cannot detect danger in time, which means that his life may be lost at any time in this strange wasteland that is suspected to be a wasteland of blood.

Fortunately, although it rained heavily, it lasted only a short time. After about half an hour, the rain stopped. But this wasteland is still filled with a thin layer of white mist.

The raindrops dropped from the leaves, falling on Lan Wu's T-shirt that was already wet from the rain. His skin felt slightly cold, and Lan Wu began to feel worried again.

In the wilderness, if you don't change into dry clothes in time, you will probably catch a cold. Although the temperature here is not low, it is not that high either. Lan Wu estimates that it is currently in the period of late autumn and early winter.

Getting sick is a taboo for survival in the wild. Without medical treatment and medicine, colds have become a big problem. The condition will affect judgment and consume too much unnecessary energy. It will also lead to the inability to deal with various emergencies.

Lan Wu is self-aware. Although I exercised a lot when I was in college, after graduation I basically only had the three points and one line: office, vegetable market, and home. It is far more important to stay at home and catch up on sleep during holidays than to go out and exercise. As a result, his physical fitness has seriously declined and is far from what it used to be.

Just as he was thinking about how to overcome the first difficulty in this world, a bulge suddenly appeared on the ground not far away. After a while, a rotten arm poked out from the damp soil. A stench floated in the wind, making Lan Wu frown.

"Carrion? There's trouble this time."

While thinking about it, Lan Wu looked around, looking for weapons that he could find handy. Finally he chose the bottom branch of the big tree next to him. He jumped up, jumped high, grabbed the branch and dropped it. With a click, the trees in this world are obviously not that hard.

The branch, which was as thick as an arm and more than three meters long, fell to the ground together with Lan Wu. He broke off the branches and worked on them roughly. A wooden stick about two meters thick and as thick as an arm was made.

After swinging the wooden stick, Lan Wu tried out that although the stick was not very hard in texture, it was still handy enough. He dragged the stick backwards and walked quickly to that place.

At this time, most of the carrion's body had crawled out of the ground. Corpse bugs were scurrying around in the rotting head, pieces of rotten flesh on the body were scratched off by the soil, and the wounds with black mucus left everywhere made people sick.

Lan Wu tried several times, but in the end he couldn't make up his mind to get closer and deal with this rotten corpse that was currently completely unable to move. The rancid smell was so overwhelming.

The wooden stick was raised high and fell heavily, hitting the head of the rotting corpse, splashing large areas of rotten flesh and corpse insects. Although Lan Wu asked himself that his heart was extremely strong, his stomach was still churning in the face of this scenery that was too beautiful to look directly at.

"If I don't kill it, it will kill me. So, it can only die." Lan Wu hypnotized himself in his mind again and again. The wooden stick in his hand hit the rotting corpse firmly and forcefully.

Ouch... The rotten corpse opened its mouth wide and let out a series of horrifying roars. A pair of rotten arms were waving randomly, as if trying to block the stick falling on his head, or trying to scratch Lan Wu. Unfortunately, half of its body was still buried in the soil. It was completely unable to fight back against Lan Wu, who was standing nearly two meters away.

With a stick smashed down, the rotting corpse was full of energy and roared continuously without any signs of weakening. On the contrary, Lan Wu was so tired that he could hardly even swing the stick.

"It seems that physical exercise needs to be put on the schedule as soon as possible." Lan Wu put his hands on his knees and panted heavily.

Without the attack of the wooden stick, the carrion crawled even more vigorously as if tempted by a delicious meal in front of him. Before long, its thighs had squeezed out of the soil.

Lan Wu was calm. He leaned on a wooden stick and looked up and down at the rotting corpse that was trying to crawl out of the ground, and murmured to himself: "The head should be the most important organ of a living thing. This rotting corpse is supposed to have the same head as the zombies in Resident Evil. It should be able to kill it after being hit hard. Why is it still alive and kicking after being beaten for so long?”

After a brief pause, his eyes suddenly fell on the wooden stick in his hand: "Oh, it seems to be the problem with this wooden stick. If this is really the world of Diablo, then the weapon should have basic damage. This wooden stick Obviously it doesn’t have the characteristics of a weapon, so it can’t kill this rotten corpse. Oh, no, there should be damage, but the damage is too low to be reflected.”

Looking at the corpse with only its calves still buried in the soil, Lan Wu picked up the stick again and worked hard. After being attacked, the rotten brain of the rotten corpse obviously did not have the ability to think. The rotten hands stopped struggling and grabbed Lan Wu in the air.

For three whole hours, Lan Wu spent three hours beating continuously. The rotten corpse, which was so rotten that almost only its bones were left, finally exhausted its last bit of blood and lay helplessly on the damp soil.

Lan Wu didn't care that the ground was muddy and even mixed with some carrion, so he took two steps back and sat down to rest. He is too tired. The continuous beating for three hours exhausted all his energy. This was a way of exercising that he had never imagined.

Panting heavily, Lan Wu looked at the rotting corpse not far away. After three hours of adapting, he had become immune to the rotting corpse. He looked at the wooden stick on the ground and smiled helplessly.

If you change to a wooden stick with weapon characteristics, dealing with a rotting corpse may be easier than eating. After all, the wight is just one of the lowest level monsters in the dark world.

At this moment, the carrion suddenly changed. Wisps of black air rose from the rotting corpse, hanging in the air and condensing. When the black energy condensed to the size of a fist, the rest of the black energy suddenly separated into a wisp and floated straight towards Lan Wu.

The sudden change surprised Lan Wu. Such a situation is unheard of. God knows if this black gas is poisonous gas. If you smell it, you will be poisoned by corpse poison. He picked up the little strength he had finally recovered and crawled away with difficulty.

The floating speed of the black energy was obviously much faster than Lan Wu's crawling speed. The black air floated to Lan Wu's head, suddenly sank, and sank directly into Lan Wu's body. In an instant, Lan Wu felt a surge of heat in his body, and he became much more energetic.

"Oh, this black energy is the experience in the game?" Lan Wu sat on the damp soil again, looking thoughtfully at the condensed black energy.

At this time, the rotten corpse had disappeared without a trace, leaving not even a trace of bones or residue. The black gas kept changing its shape, compressing inward, and finally condensed into the size of a coin. With a flash of golden light, the black energy suddenly disappeared, and a golden coin fell from mid-air and was imprinted on the wet soil with a snap.

"The gold coin exploded." Lan Wuruo realized something. After regaining some strength, he stood up and walked closer to pick up the gold coin. On the front of the gold coin is the head of a devil with two horns. On the opposite side is a majestic ancient palace.

Lan Wu held the gold coin and remained silent. So far, all the conclusions that have been confirmed point to one fact: I have really come to the world of Diablo.

But what about your own personal panel? What about skill trees?

After pondering for a long time, Lan Wu determined that the most urgent thing for him at the moment was to find the Rogge camp, which was said to be one of the last strongholds of mankind. Only there can you find the information you want.

Just as he was thinking about it, Lan Wu raised his eyes and looked around, trying to determine the direction. Unexpectedly, just as he turned his head, a bloodless, dead face suddenly came into view.

Without thinking, he picked up the stick and smashed it down on his head.