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  When Fang Lin opened his eyes, he found himself in a dilapidated and low-roofed house. The walls were cracked and leaking wind everywhere. The quilt covering him was made of coarse and rough linen with many patches on it. As soon as Fang Lins fingers touched its surface, the information stored in his mind immediately judged that this was a very inferior kind of flax cloth.

  Through the thousand holes in the roof, one can faintly see that outside is a dark night with stars twinkling, and there is a cold freshness in the air. Next to several broken wine barrels and wooden boards scattered randomly around the house, there is a saddle with a wooden frame. Behind the door leaning against it is a plow.

  Fang Lin didnt rush to get out of bed, closing his eyes and slowly piecing together all the events in his mind. The faint smell of mildew on the linen fabric fed back into his sensory center from his nostrils. He suddenly opened his eyes, unbuttoned the shirt he was wearing, and looked down.

  On his chest, a mysterious and evil ghost head tattoo appeared, compared to the strong chest tattoo of Wan Qiang. Fang Lin noticed that the double-eyed pattern on his own chest was particularly striking. The tattoo had the number 13776 on it. Fang Lins heart skipped a beat as he realized this number wasnt Wan Qiangs code? In other words, once a coded person died, would their code be taken over by someone else?

  This cruel reality made Fang Lins heart cold, and his gaze suddenly fell on the rough, low wooden table beside him, where a roll of sheepskin paper was faintly shining.

  "Mission 1, enter the world of Round Table Warriors, familiarize yourself with its rules, and in Act 1 near Warfire Village, kill 7 Masked Slaves and 2 Heavy Swordsmen to earn over 300 points."

  "Mission two, prevent squad number 34 from killing Punisher Knight Skorne."

  "Mission three, ensure at least 4 members of Unit 34 are killed."

  "Consequences of failing to complete the task: Erasure."

  Fang Lin took a deep breath, and instead of feeling fear, he felt an extremely abnormal and perverse excitement. In this bizarre encounter, the neuralgia that had been tormenting him for years finally healed on its own!

  After he finished reading, the sheepskin paper suddenly turned into a ball of flames and was burned to ashes. However, Fang Lin could still feel its contents and recall them from the tattoo on his chest - the Nightmare Seal. Moreover, any doubts in his mind could be answered at any time.

  Fang Lin thought carefully and felt that the most important thing at present was to confirm one matter. He silently said to himself:

  "Display Number 34th Squad Enters Round Table Warriors Time."

  In front of him, a rapidly flashing red number suddenly appeared: 72 hours. There were only seven minutes and thirty-one seconds left before entering the Round Table Warrior World. And below the number, there was also a series of menus that popped up as soon as Fang Lins mind reached them:

  "Scene: Round Table Warrior 1-1, Difficulty: Easy (D-level). Pain reduction degree 70%, personal close combat ability enhancement degree 100%. (34 team personal ability enhancement degree is 10%). This scene is a peaceful scene: Killing characters from the nightmare space will not drop any items. Is digital character information mode enabled?"

  He slowly pondered for a moment, organizing the information he had obtained at this time and summarizing it: Firstly, he still had three days to get familiar with this strange world. Secondly, the first task given on the paper scroll was obviously a concrete manifestation of this purpose.

  Then he pressed the key for digital character information again, and immediately a column of things popped up:

  "Information No. 13776: Strength 3 (5), Agility 4 (6), Vitality 4 (6), Spirit 13 (5). The values in parentheses are the average for a healthy adult male at the age of thirty. When spirit falls below 2 points, the character will fall into a coma; when vitality falls below 2 points, they will be unable to act. Strength determines damage and carrying capacity, agility is the speed and reaction ability of ones actions, vitality determines resistance to abnormal states and endurance against damage, while spirit represents wisdom and willpower."

  Fang Lin took a glance and found that apart from his spiritual power (i.e. wisdom, willpower) which far exceeded that of ordinary people, the rest were not advantageous, especially in terms of strength and agility related to close combat damage, which were much lower than normal values. Below the prompt, there was another row of bright red long bars, presumably indicating how much damage he could withstand, his health bar being ten times his physical strength value.

  Time was precious, he picked up the worn short sword leaning against the bedside, put on the old leather armor hanging on the wall, pushed open the door, and got a prompt: Entering the Round Table Warrior world in 2 minutes and 17 seconds.

  He quietly stood in place, waiting. When the time arrived, with the door opening, a surge of heat suddenly burst out from Fang Lins body, instantly spreading throughout his entire being. The short sword that had felt rather heavy in his hand also suddenly became light. He thought for a moment, brought up his personal menu to take a look, and discovered that his Strength, Agility, and Endurance, the three attributes that determined close combat ability, had all doubled to 6 points, 8 points, and 8 points respectively.

  Outside was a vast expanse of wilderness, illuminated only by starlight, and it could be seen that the farmers fields were not well taken care of. The pastures were overgrown with all sorts of shrubs, and there were almost no cultivated fields to be seen. On the main road to the north, there was a place where lights were still shining, which should be a fairly large town. Fang Lin drew a basin of water from the creek beside him, and as he washed his face, he discovered that he had an extra bottle of spray-like substance on his body. Under the prompt of the dream mark, he sprayed some onto his face and found that his appearance quickly changed to that of a European. Fang Lin thought for a moment before heading towards the town.

  The villages buildings are often scattered on both sides of a street, or around a patch of greenery - this style of building may have been designed to prevent the cattle from being attacked by robbers and wolves.

  The bedrooms of the residents are shared with their own domestic animals - their houses have only one room, no chimney, and a roof made of untrimmed thatch. Fang Lin noticed from the ruts on the road that this small town is still a trading center in the vicinity, but its doubtful how much trade is actually conducted in the town - probably very little. It should be just some daily necessities being traded, such as salt, fish, and grains. However, accumulated over time, the hidden wealth should also be considerable.

  This is also the direct reason why this beautiful town will soon be affected by the evil war of Gallipolis Grand Duke.

  Fang Lin walked into the shabby bar in town, tentatively tossing a silver coin onto the counter. He then ordered a mug of beer, and the big man beside him loudly shouted:

  "Has Luo Lun become rich? Why didnt he invite me to have a drink too?"

  Fang Lin knew that his new identity was called Luo Lun. He looked at the big man, whose hair was light yellow, head round, eyes large and spirited, neck thick and short. He had a big mountain goat beard, looking very sturdy, and smiled:

  "Go, Marseille."

  Ma Erse let out a loud whoop, knocking over the people next to him, and grabbed a full cup of apple wine, which he downed in one gulp. He patted Fang Lins shoulder and laughed loudly:

  "Roland is indeed reliable."

  He took several big gulps and let out a satisfied sigh:

  "Has something happened? You look worried."

  Fang Lins heart skipped a beat, and he immediately tried to probe by sighing and saying:

  "I heard some terrible news, our town is in big trouble, did you guys know?"

  Marse took another big swig of apple cider and slammed his fist on the sturdy oak table in front of him, boasting loudly:

  "Is there trouble that cant be solved with Marss axe?"

  "Its possible... maybe." Fang Lin deliberately drew out his words and spoke in a serious tone.

  …………….

  In fact, Fang Lin had already analyzed the situation on his way to the town. He believed that there would be three forces in this world: First, the evil Lord Galibadis force, which should invade the beautiful town in three days; Second, the three heroes in the story, Blue Slade (wearing blue clothes and holding a curved knife), Pusio (axe) and Arthur (uncle), as well as Team 34; Third, the residents of this invaded small town, and Fang Lin himself was clearly assigned to this camp.

  From the moment he died, Wang Qiang only found himself and was able to make a request here. Its quite unusual that he can see the nightmare mark on his body directly. His existence should also be of great value to this place. Therefore, the difficulty of the first branch task after entering for the first time should not be very high, it should only be a process of basic understanding and familiarity with the survival method here.

  So, killing seven masked slaves and two heavy swordsmen to get over 300 points should be a process that can rely on external help. The last two tasks, however, have a very obvious target - probably because of my own high spiritual power causing trouble. Its worth noting that using brains to kill people is much simpler and more convenient than using force.

  After hearing Fang Lins answer, Marce had already stood up in a rage:

  "Is it an insult to Marces power?"

  "No." Fang Lin said calmly: "It is our town that will be insulted by the evil Duke Galbaldis army soon."

  As soon as the words came out, the noisy bar immediately quieted down. Marces huge arm, thick and covered with hair, trembled slightly, not from fear, but from anger. It was clear that Fang Lins words had evoked some bad memories of his past.

  Ma Er Si took a deep breath, downed the apple wine in one gulp, and slammed the cup heavily on the table. He spoke with a hoarse voice:

  "Where did you hear the news from?"

  Fang Lin stared at him and said:

  "It doesnt matter where this news comes from, what matters is whether you dare to go with me to verify its authenticity?"

  Marcel exclaimed in surprise:

  "Have they arrived?"

  "Its very likely." Fang Lin said in a low voice: "But there shouldnt be many people yet, they are still waiting for the arrival of the leader of the Punishment Knights, Skorn."

  At the words "Punishment Knights", Marces facial muscles twitched again, and he shouted loudly:

  "No definite news, and this guy with a record is talking nonsense again?"

  At this time, the tavern began to buzz with discussion, a panicked atmosphere spreading under the dim light of the tallow candles. Fang Lin slightly furrowed his brow, as if he had sensed something very important. He was about to speak, facing the glaring Marce, when suddenly he heard a young girl named Marina from behind the counter softly call out:

  "Goodbye."

  Marse, like a volcano, immediately hung his head and sat down, slamming his thick elbows on the table! It seemed that even the beams were trembling. Marina, however, walked to Fang Lins side and said gently:

  "Roland, the Dark Lords army is not something to be trifled with. Is there solid evidence? Ill go into town tomorrow to procure some goods. If the news is false, its still early enough for me to apologize to everyone."

  Fang Lin nodded, already having some enlightenment in his heart, and didnt say anything else. He smiled slightly and walked out with the old short sword in his hand. Time was precious, he had gotten the hint he wanted, so naturally he should proceed to the next thing.

  In medieval Europe, the air was fresh and Fang Lin felt a double sense of excitement in this world. As he ran along, he began to adapt to this new and powerful experience. Just thinking about it, someone who could originally jump half a meter high suddenly being able to easily bounce up to one meter, this experience is certainly novel and profound. For the meticulous Fang Lin, his current physical data was something he had to be very clear about, such as how far he could jump in one step, or how much weight he could cut down with one swing of his sword. These were matters of life and death in battle, and it could be said that a difference of a single hair would lead to a loss of a thousand miles.

  Finding the troops of the evil Grand Duke Galibord is not difficult, especially at night. The place where the troops are usually camped should have a water source, which is convenient for cooking and can also serve as a barrier. Next is the firelight, in this chaotic medieval era, its not yet to the point where discipline is so strict that they dont even dare to light fires at night. Finally, there is distance, since he was assigned this task, he certainly wouldnt be allowed to exhaust himself running around everywhere.

  Soon, following the only river near the town, Fang Lin first walked 7 or 8 kilometers upstream, then came back and walked 2 kilometers downstream, and already saw the firelight, and found a masked slave who came to fetch water.

  He wore a pale blue-green coat with light purple sleeves, originally gray-white long pants were dirty and turned black, the tawny brown leather boots on his feet sank deeply into the soft mud by the river. Probably because he was a slave, this mans only armor was an iron helmet covering his face on his head and a short sword hanging from his waist, he was struggling to lift a wooden bucket scooping water in the river.

  Fang Lin took a deep breath and quietly emerged from the reeds behind him - Dont forget, Fang Lin was not only a young man, but also a serial killer wanted by the country in the real world!

  As the masked servant had just finished fetching water and was about to stand up, he immediately received a heavy blow on the back of his head. The straight thrust that accompanied the sword hilt instantly knocked him out cold. Before twisting off this guys neck, Fang Lin had already stripped off all his clothes and put them on himself.

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